Twilight GL

"Empress?" Dowager Shun's voice interrupted Zheng Mi's thoughts.

Zheng Mi regained consciousness.

Mingshen is still holding his book and leaning over the desk to read it intently.A little green grass emerged under the window sill, and the sycamore tree was still bare, but against the backdrop of the circle of tender grass at the root of the tree, it was dyed with a little vitality.

Zheng Mi stood in the courtyard and looked away from Ming Shen.Concubine Shun was standing beside her, looking at her suspiciously, not knowing why she stopped suddenly.

Zheng Mi smiled, and said gently, "Ming Shen is so focused, I won't bother him."

It seemed as if he had just been fascinated by looking at His Highness Ninth Prince.

Concubine Shun turned around following Zheng Mi, and walked out along the cobblestone path. She didn't dare to keep her, but said how much Ming Shen liked the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother came in person. He was too happy, so why bother.

Coming out from Concubine Shun, Zheng Mi involuntarily went to Wenlan Palace.

Wenlan Palace was built by Ming Su's great-grandfather, and it has a rich collection of books. Everything that can be found in this world is collected and stored in it, in order to encourage the royal children to read more without letting go of the books.

It's a pity that there are not many princes who are good at studying, and the Wenlan Palace has been deserted since it was built, until Mingsu entered school.

For the convenience of access, the Wenlan Hall was built in the harem, and even if you walk there, it only takes two or three sticks of incense.

Zheng Mi arrived outside the palace before night fell.

Mostly in order to create a quiet atmosphere, the Wenlan Hall is located in a small courtyard, in which a lot of green bamboos, pines and cypresses are planted.

The green bamboo is taken from the "Book of Songs" Qi Ao, which uses bamboo to describe a gentleman, and encourages the royal children to be as magnanimous and gentle as green bamboo.

The pines and cypresses come from the phrase in "The Analects of Confucius", "When the age is cold, you will wither after knowing the pines and cypresses."

Zheng Mi walked across the bluestone road in the middle of the courtyard. The eunuchs on duty in the palace were surprised when they saw the Empress Dowager's sudden arrival, and rushed out to greet her with respect and respect.

Zheng Mi waved her hands, and said in a warm voice, "I'll take a look at whatever I want, you can go and get busy."

The eunuch didn't dare to say much, and quietly withdrew.

This place has not been here for many years, but its appearance has not changed at all. The position of the bookshelves, the arrangement of the screens, and the laying of the desks are all the same as before.

Zheng Mi walked around among the bookshelves, and finally found the book "The Story of Decline" behind the bookcase on the north side of the second floor.

This book has been hidden in it for seven or eight years, but it has not been eaten by moths, it is only a little old.

Zheng Mi took it in her hand, walked slowly to the windy place under the window, and opened the title page.

She didn't read the words carefully, her eyes just passed between the lines.

But the gentleness when the fingertips rubbed the pages of the book is like the white smoke rising from the boiling tea stove in the cold winter, with dense gentleness.

That day when Mingsu heard her ask if she looked good, she was both shocked and unbelievable. After looking at her for a long time, Fang asked in a low voice: "Do you want to see it too?"

Just as Zheng Mi was about to answer, there was a sound of footsteps, and the eunuch on duty came out from behind the rows of bookshelves.

Mingsu straightened his expression immediately, shoved the notebook in his hand into his sleeve pocket, and sat upright.

The eunuch came in front of the two of them, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, it's time to close the door."

The hall is full of piles of paper, which are extremely flammable. Therefore, the rules of Wenlan Hall are to close the door at dusk. After the door is closed, no one is allowed in the hall, and it is not allowed to use fire candles in the hall.

Ming Su nodded his head calmly, stood up, put the sleeve that hid the script behind his back, took Zheng Mi with the other hand, and walked out.

She seemed extremely calm, but her face was tense. She led Zheng Mi quickly to the courtyard outside the hall. Fang breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hands. Her black and white eyes were shocked and looked at her. Looking at Zheng Mi, he realized that he was too nervous, so he smiled shyly.

An honest child who rarely does bad things is probably like this. Before others notice anything, she herself feels guilty.

The smile in Zheng Mi's eyes was so deep that it almost overflowed, they went back together, Mingsu didn't talk much, after walking for a while, she suddenly stopped, turned sideways to face Zheng Mi and coughed lightly, and said seriously: " I saw the script by accident, and I only turned two or three pages."

As if to justify herself, she didn't mean to read these scripts that the adults didn't allow her to touch.

Zheng Mi held back her smile, and followed her and said, "No wonder, I remember that His Highness never touches idle books."

They stood beside a crabapple. The crabapple had passed its flowering period, and only the trees were covered with lush green leaves. The points are sparse and vast.

Seeing that Zheng Mi believed her, Ming Su felt at ease, and was about to continue walking, but Zheng Mi stretched out his hand to hold her sleeve: "Your Highness..."

Mingsu looked over, with slight doubt in his eyes.

The corners of Zheng Mi's lips curled up slightly, and he said softly, "Since Your Highness has only turned two or three pages, why don't you read it with me?"

So that night, she followed Mingsu to her Zhenguan Hall.

They sat together under the lamp, each pressed the pages of the book on one side, and read together.

This story is about a princess who enters a royal monastery to cultivate, and meets an immaculate eminent monk.

The eminent monk is handsome and handsome, but he is only twenty years old, but he has cultivated boundless Dharma. He is respected by the world as a disciple of Buddha, and the emperor worships him as a national teacher.

The princess missed her life when she saw the Buddha.

The scholar who wrote this story book was quite restrained, and didn't insert any obscene poems into it, but how the princess's heart was moved, how the Buddha's heart was calm and unwavering, to slightly rippled, and then to the dilemma, to the Buddha's heart. Difficulties in how to live up to the Tathagata and live up to Qing are written progressively, extremely detailed and moving.

Zheng Mi and Ming Su had never read such a script describing the love between their children before. Just mentioning the word "love" in the boudoir would make them blush.

At first, they only read roughly, and gradually became fascinated by the emotions in the book, but during this period, there were countless heartbeats and red faces.

The princess confessed her heart to the Buddha, and said with a smile: "Before I saw the Buddha, I asked for a lot. After I saw the Buddha, I only wished for one thing for the rest of my life."

The Buddha spoke harshly to her, the princess was not angry, and said lightly: "I just love you, what's wrong with me?"

Zheng Mi curled her fingers on the page, and Mingsu was beside her. She wanted to see what she looked like, but she didn't dare to turn her head.

The hall was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of pages being turned, it was extremely silent.

Zheng Mi never knew that silence could be so clamorous. He could clearly hear no sound in his ears, but his heart was so noisy that it seemed that the hall was full of heartbeats and lingering lingering desires.

She saw Minsu's fingers pressing on the pages of the book slightly curled up, felt her body leaning forward slightly because of her concentration, as if she could hear her heartbeat, and could imagine her soft eyes.

So no matter how fascinating the script was, she couldn't concentrate, and half of her mind was stuck on Mingsu.

The princess is very bold, and she made up her mind to risk the world's evil to lure these monks who have nothing to do with them into the world of mortals. The Buddha's heart is strong, but after all, he is only a mortal body. But he couldn't control his heart that wavered day by day.

"A night in the waning mortal world", Zheng Mi was just seeing this sentence, and the hand hanging by his side suddenly covered the other hand. The palm of the man was clammy and cold, as if he was extremely nervous, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Zheng Mi turned her head and saw Ming Su looking at the pages of the book calmly.

But the blush on her face spread straight to her neck, revealing her youthful thoughts clearly.

His Highness's thoughts are the same as hers.On the contrary, Zheng Mi's tension calmed down, and the clamor in the silence was soothed, and the sound of heartbeat blended into the quiet night, so the night was stained with the lingering world of mortals.

Until the end of reading, Ming Su did not let go, and the wet and cold palms were warmed by the clasping of the two hands.

The scholar who wrote this story book is quite tender, and there are many twists and turns in the middle. It is best to give the Buddha and the princess a happy ending.

But Mingsu still felt it was a pity, she stared at the pages of the book for a while, then sighed: "If the Buddha doesn't return to the vulgar, maybe he can achieve a positive result?"

Zheng Mi was very surprised, and asked: "Isn't it okay to return to vulgarity and stay with the princess?"

She thought that in Mingsu's heart, staying with the one he loved was better than practicing Buddhism and Taoism in a cold and quiet way.

Ming Su said: "It's not bad, but if he becomes a Buddha, he will be able to live forever, then he and the princess will be together forever."

Zheng Mi was stunned by what she said, then couldn't help laughing, shook her head and said, "Your Highness is really greedy."

After finishing speaking, I feel that His Highness is right, the fate with the one I love is never enough, but eternal life is not enough.

It's a pity that they are all just mortals, and they have only one fate.

"Ami, Ami." Mingsu called her suddenly, his tone urgent.

Zheng Mi recovered, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Mingsu seemed a little embarrassed to say it, but she was really curious. After hesitating for a moment, she moved slightly closer to Zheng Mi's ear, with a mysterious tone in her voice: "The following is the story of Buddha hugging the princess and opening the red door. Luo tent, we lay down on the bed together, and soon after, the princess became pregnant... So, sleeping in each other's arms is sex in the bed?"

Zheng Mi was startled, never expecting His Highness to have such a misunderstanding.

She is a bit older than His Highness, and she is already at the age of talking about marriage. The mother at home has been looking for a day, and talked about the ceremony of husband and wife with her in private, so she naturally knows what sex in bed is.

Just sleeping in each other's arms is not enough to be called love in bed.

But she didn't know how to break up with His Highness.The daughter's skin is thin, and when the mother brought the picture album to tell her that day, although she looked solemn, as if she was studying, she was very embarrassed in her heart.

Now that she is asked to share this matter with His Highness, how can she open her mouth.

Ming Su's eyes were exceptionally clear, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, waiting for her to answer.

Zheng Mi couldn't hide, so he could only look away, and said vaguely and perfunctorily: "Your Highness, let it be."

Anyway, there is a female official in the palace who is in charge of this matter. After a few years, when His Highness grows up, someone will teach her this matter.

But Mingsu took it seriously, she nodded suddenly, then let out a light breath, and said in a low voice: "That's not difficult, I'll learn it, and I should be able to master it soon."

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Mi immediately felt that something was wrong, and Ming Su also noticed it, they looked at each other, and when their eyes met, they seemed to be burned, and each quickly turned their heads to look elsewhere.

As a result, Mingsu dared not see her for the next few days, even if she accidentally met her on the road, she would blushed immediately and ran away far away.It took almost half a month before it got better.

As the sky gradually darkened, the eunuch on duty at the Wenlan Palace stepped forward and said respectfully: "The queen mother, it's time to close the door. If you have any books you haven't finished reading, you might as well take them back to read."

Zheng Mi knew the rules here, and he didn't blame him for interrupting the memories.Holding the "Lan Shan Ji" in his hand, he went back to the Hall of Compassion.

Ming Su came quite early tonight, almost as soon as it was dark, she grandly entered Zheng Mi's bedroom through the main entrance.

She first went to her side to see what she was doing, and seeing Zheng Mi was sewing, she asked, "Who is this for? Mine, or Mingshen's?"

She was comparing with Ming Shen calmly again.

Zheng Mi didn't know what she was thinking, looked up at her with a smile, and said, "It belongs to Your Majesty."

Ming Su smiled immediately, sat down and lifted the teapot on the table and poured two cups of tea, one for Zheng Mi and one for her, and then took out a booklet from his sleeve pocket to read.

What Zheng Mi made was a spring dress, she just raised her head and couldn't see the appearance yet, she sewed the thread in stitch by stitch, and looked up at Mingsu from time to time.

Mingsu flipped through the pages of the booklet, reading it very carefully, it seems that some important policies for governing the world should be presented at the bottom.

There was a faint smile on Zheng Mi's lips, and she couldn't help but think about what happened yesterday, and how Ming Su called her name while leaning on her shoulder and frowning.

After so many years, she has improved in many areas, but she has never been enlightened on this matter, and she still believes in the perfunctory words she said back then.

Thinking about it, Mingsu had a reputation for being fond of women early in the morning. With this reputation of being romantic and not afraid of the world, the female officials in the palace will not be troublesome and send someone to teach her. I am afraid that Concubine Shu also thought that She already knew.

Who would have thought that she would be so clean, flirtatious and reckless, she had experienced all kinds of romance, but in fact she was still ignorant of the rituals of husband and wife.

And when they get along, Mingsu is too disciplined, afraid of offending her, how dare he do anything according to instinct.

"Ami..." Mingsu suddenly called out.

Zheng Mi paused, then raised her head to look at her, her gaze was extraordinarily gentle.

Ming Su was startled, and felt that A Mi seemed to be extraordinarily gentle tonight, but A Mi was already very good, so she didn't think about it, put the booklet she had finished reading aside, and said happily: "Are you bored in the palace?" Bored? May I take you hunting?"

"Not good..." Zheng Mi looked at her helplessly, "Just wait for half a year."

Mingsu knew what it was when she heard it, the emperor was buried yesterday, and she thought it was inappropriate to have fun today.

Although her funeral was not very respectful, only relatives and ministers knew about it, and no one dared to say anything, but if she went hunting, there would be a lot of fanfare, and the common people would inevitably discuss it.

What's more, in two months' time it will be Chunwei. At that time, students from all over the world will gather in the capital. When they hear about this matter, they will definitely discuss your majesty's unfilial piety.

What Zheng Mi said was reasonable, and Ming Su was not an unreasonable person, so he naturally listened to it, but it was inevitably disappointing.

"By Chunwei, the capital will be very lively, and you can relieve the boredom by taking me outside the palace." Zheng Mi comforted.

Mingsu thinks so, she must bring a lot of people with her when she is hunting, and it is rare for her and A Mi to have fun together with such eyes, but traveling in micro-clothes is different, it must be much more interesting.

She immediately said: "Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare some clothes that can go out first, and then we will go together."

As she spoke, eager brilliance bloomed in her eyes, which showed that she had already begun to look forward to it at this time.

Zheng Mi picked up the needle and thread again, and said with a smile, "Okay..."

Since the last time in Shanghua Palace to persuade Ming Su to let go, she really gradually became cheerful, which is a good thing.

After Ming Su finished reading the brochure, he sat idly and had nothing to do, so he stood up and wanted to go to Zheng Mi's bookshelf to choose a book to read.

She stood in front of the bookshelf and searched around, and she fell in love with a collection of political essays written by the former Taifu. She was about to take it down, when she suddenly saw a book of stories next to it.

Huh?Mingsu was surprised, she remembered that A Mi didn't like reading story books, she curiously released the anthology, and took out the story book.

When I looked at the cover, I saw "The Story of Decline" written on it.

Somewhat familiar.

Mingsu took the story book and walked towards Zheng Mi, remembering where he met him.

When she walked in front of Zheng Mi, she remembered that he and A Mi had read this story many years ago.

"Did you find this from Wenlan Palace?" Ming Su asked with great interest.

Zheng Mi looked up and saw the notebook in Mingsu's hand, she lowered her head again, the corners of her lips slightly raised: "Mmm..."

Then Ming Su thought of reminiscing about the past. She sat down, opened the story book, and after reading a few pages, she sighed. Dare to look at A Mi.

Unlike now, she has grown a lot now, although sometimes she can't help but blush to A Mi.

But they had done the most intimate thing, and she was an adult who had seen love affairs.

Ming Su smiled, but after thinking about it, he felt that Ming Su and A Mi had a good life at that time, which was nostalgic.

She put down the script and looked at Zheng Mi: "Ami..."

Just called out, and was about to say a few words of emotion, Ming Su suddenly felt that something was wrong, she paused, and asked in doubt: "A Mi, are you holding back your laughter?"