Shuoyun Feidu

The two talked and laughed freely for a while, and at this time, a light rain gradually began to fall outside the window. After all, Beitang Rongdu was seriously injured, and his spirit was inevitably a little weak. After talking for a while, he felt tired and tired. Beitang Rongdu The more he held him in his arms, while stroking Beitang Rongdu's soft black hair, his tone was light, and he said with sincere pity: "...What do you want to do about this time? If you want to, this king will perish Tianyi, destroying its orthodoxy, venting anger for you."

The light rain outside the hall rustled on the flowers and leaves, and the wind blew up again, leaking in from the window soundlessly, like an invisible hand, waving the heavy silk soft tent like water waves, and the tent was instantly blurred. Swaying lightly, even the candle flame flickered slightly, Beitang Rongdu closed his eyes, moved his head a little, and the pillow filled with dried petals began to rustle, half-tired and half-awake, after a long time, the voice gradually became quieter It was almost inaudible, and the two thin lips were like lotus flowers moistening the rain, and said in a low voice: "Forget it... Master Yuan has already handed over the sky to me, so why bother to force this kind of help just for the sake of a moment of anger? Destroy forever." The more Beitang Zun heard him say this, he stopped insisting, and his hands around Beitang Rongdu's body tightened a little bit, and he sighed softly, and said: "...If that's the case, that's all. .”

In the dim orange-red candlelight, Beitang Rongdu closed his eyes, his hair scattered on Beitang Zunyue's arms, and leaned against his father's chest, while Beitang Zunyue caressed his shoulders for a long while. Hearing that Beitang Rongdu's snort did not seem to be falling asleep, he lowered his head and kissed the young man's forehead, and said, "...why haven't you slept yet, huh?" He didn't open his eyes, just hummed and said: "I can't sleep... Tell me a story, maybe I will fall asleep..." Beitang Zun was slightly stunned, frowned and said: "How can this king tell such a story? ..." Beitang Rongdu seemed to be laughing, and said relentlessly, "Then, it's fine to sing a song..." Beitang Venerable listened more, and then stroked Beitang Rongdu's nose gently, A little dumbfounded, he scolded: "How old are you, why are you still so pestering?" Beitang Rongdu said vaguely: "... If you don't agree." Beitang Zunyue laughed dumbly, and said: "Why? , Is this called retreating to advance?" Beitang Rongdu leaned on his arm, but he smiled and said nothing, but his heart was infinitely peaceful, and after a while, he suddenly said softly: "Father, these days, thank you for always taking care of me ..."

In fact, because Beitang Rongdu has been seriously injured and comatose for the past few days, Beitang Zunyue often came to take care of him, and his pity for the young man seemed to be more than ever. Jue also softened his tone, and said, "If I don't come to see you, who else can I see, huh?" Beitang Rong Du quietly played with his father's corner of his clothes, with a faint smile on his lips, and said softly: "...Don't you have to go to court tomorrow, dad, go to bed soon." After finishing speaking, he didn't say anything, just closed his eyes quietly——

Father, I promised to be like this with you in the past, but it was really not what I wanted, and it was really too much to bear, but now that the situation is like this, I have gradually become a little confused whether you are more like my pillow, or the love of father and son Go a little deeper, or simply mix the two, and you can't tell the difference... Between you and me, because of our position and family background, since childhood, there has always been a little bit of scheming, but no matter what, Among them, after all, sincerity is the most...

Beitang Rongdu sighed in his heart for a moment, his right hand silently covered the back of Beitang Zunyue's hand, his fingers intertwined.

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In midsummer, the weather is hot, and the cicadas on the trees are hoarse and protracted, making people upset for no reason.

In the side pavilion, a large urn was filled with cold well water, inside which were freshly filled with various seasonal fresh fruits such as melons and grapes, which filled the room with a faint fruit fragrance. Two women in palace costumes sat facing each other, counting ten The famous palace people stood quietly, occasionally there was a ringing sound or two, accompanied by bursts of fragrance of makeup and powder.

Song held a plain gauze fan in the shape of lacquered peony in her hand and swayed lightly. The long ivory skirt was hanging down to the floor, and she was wearing an arm-wrapped gauze of the same color on her arm. She pointed to a few pieces of material on the table on the right and smiled. Said: "I often come here to sit with my sister, but I don't have any rare things for a while. I just picked some good cloud gauze brocades. My sister asks someone to cut some clothes to wear."

Mrs. Xie had just woken up from a nap at this time, her temples were partly pulled up, and she simply wore a few gemstone flowers in her bun. She was wearing a smoky gauze dress, and there was a cup of tremella soup with rock sugar in front of her, and she was holding a silver spoon in her hand. Stir, the gold inlaid ruby ​​carved armor on the little finger is slightly upturned, it is very sharp and shiny, after hearing this, he smiled and said: "Your sister is so polite." As he spoke, he asked someone to bring over the cloth and lightly rubbed it with his hands, only feeling smooth It's hard to say, the tentacles are as soft as feathers, and she can't help but praise: "Sure enough, it's a good material, light and soft, and it's the most suitable for children with tender skin... You and I have nothing to do these days, so I might as well make something for a girl." Sending the clothes will save me from the long summer days, which makes me always sleepy lazily."

Song smiled, moved the pendant on the earlobe with her hand, and said: "That's right, it's not good to sleep too much, my sister can kill some time by doing some needlework... Girl Yuxue is cute, that is, my craftsmanship is really ordinary , or make some clothes and send them away." Hearing her say this, Mrs. Xie didn't know why, she seemed to be touched by something on her mind, her face gradually withdrew her smile, and she looked a little sad, Mrs. Song saw her sullenly silent , couldn't help asking: "Sister, what's the matter, could it be that I said something wrong?" Xie sighed softly, the armor slipped slightly on the cloth, making a very light friction sound, and only sighed faintly. He took a deep breath and said: "What does it have to do with my sister? I just mentioned the girl just now, and suddenly I thought that I have been married for almost two years now, but I have never had a child under my knees. I can't help but feel a little sad for a while."

Mrs. Song is now sixteen, and has been married for nearly two years, and she is no longer the ignorant girl she was at the time. Hearing the words, she couldn't help but feel a little lonely in her eyes. Obviously, she was also touched by the same thing, and she subconsciously stirred it with a small spoon. With the bowl of rock sugar and white fungus soup in front of him, he slowly said: "Then what can I do? Fortunately, my sister is still young, and there will always be opportunities in the future..." Mrs. Xie let out a long sigh, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom. There was a flash of confusion, and he said: "Although the son is very young now, and we will have a long life in the future, in the past two years, the son has always treated me indifferently, although speaking of it, I have never treated me badly , but I still..."

As soon as she said this, Mrs. Song hastily interrupted: "Sister, be careful with your words." Mrs. Xie is a smart person, and she just forgot about it for a while. Now, Mrs. Song wakes up after being reminded by Mrs. Song, and her eyes are immediately on the pavilion The many palace people turned around, and immediately swallowed their mouths, and then said: "I made a slip of the tongue." After speaking, he told the rest: "... There is no need to serve here, just go down."

All the palace people retreated for a while, and there were only two people left in the pavilion. Mrs. Xie saw that everyone had gone out, so she said: "Just now I slipped my tongue and made my sister laugh." Mrs. Song shook her head and said, "What did my sister say, actually... ...Actually, I am the same, my son is also very affectionate to me, and there are countless things to do." Speaking of this, she unconsciously lowered her eyes and fiddled with the apricot tassel on the fan, and her vermilion lips parted slightly: "At that time, my son was marching outside. During the war, there are often letters from home, but when did my sister and I see even one, it was all written to the young master..." Mrs. Xie sighed softly, and said sincerely: "How can you and I? Compared with Shao Jun, whether it is talking about the relationship with the son since childhood, or his own appearance and temperament, who in this world can compare with him? If he is not a man, I am afraid that he has already entwined with the son and daughter Now... Speaking of it, Shaojun is already a good person, and he treats you and me peacefully. Otherwise, if he is a slightly cold and cruel person, how can we have a peaceful life. "

Mrs. Song nodded deeply, and the two of them were speechless for a while. After a while, Mrs. Xie gently stroked a green bracelet on her wrist, and sighed: "Speaking of children... the son of the world has only one heir, the girl, if I can Having a child, regardless of gender, I am already satisfied." Mrs. Song felt something in her heart, she just looked at the bright peony flowers painted on the fan, and then she heard Mrs. Xie next to him continue to say: "It seems that the son is not an heir who only favors boys. People, girl, a girl, isn’t she also like a pearl in the palm of your hand, so she loves you so much? If we have a child, no matter whether it’s male or female, it will definitely be different from what it is today... The girl’s biological mother is also unlucky. No matter how indifferent the son of the world is, but because of the child, he must cherish a little bit... Hey, if there are no children to rely on, it will be different after all." As he spoke, he couldn't help feeling worried, and said to himself : "It's been almost two years since I married the prince, but the time when the prince stays is really not much. How can it be easy to have children? After all, it's just my delusion."

Mrs. Song couldn't help being a little embarrassed when she heard her speak bluntly, but after a little hesitation, she blushed slightly and said in a low voice: "I am no different from my elder sister, Shizi...he will rarely stay with me rest there."

After the two talked, they couldn't help being a little silent, Mrs. Song sat for a while, then said goodbye and went out, holding the hand of her personal maid, went back to her own residence, and went out again after a while, and the palace servants behind her Holding a plain and beautiful crabapple pillow, the group slowly went to Rongdu's bedroom in Beitang.

As soon as the communication was completed, the two palace servants pulled the bead curtains to both sides from the inside, the little eunuch shook the dust whisk in his hand, and led them into the inner hall before him, Mrs. Song took the pillow from the palace staff, and only herself Followed into the inside, the skirt of the ivory cloud satin palace skirt dragged on the ground, softly brushing against the brick surface, silently.

As soon as she entered the palace gate, Song Shi bowed down to salute, and said in a gentle voice: "...I have met my master before."

Right now, more than half a month has passed since the assassination in the outskirts. Some flesh wounds on Beitang Rongdu's body are growing well and are gradually recovering, but the internal injuries are not easy to heal in a short time. On a couch by the window, a few stalks of green bamboos stand alone and rustle outside the window. The breeze with the fragrance of flowers blows slowly and loudly from outside, and the rustling of the bamboo leaves can be heard, filtering out most of the hot summer heat. When Ye Dong felt the wind and the wind, he suddenly felt peaceful in body and mind.Beitang Rongdu was wearing a thin dark green soft silk blanket over his shoulders. He was leaning on the couch, the bright sunlight was shining through the window, casting light shadows, and he was reading with a book in his hand. , although she doesn't have much love for her, and the affection is faint, but she also understands that as a woman, she wants to be close to her husband, so she doesn't look impatient, she just stared at her slightly, and said: "...well , sit down."

Mrs. Song thanked her, then walked forward, sat down on a brocade stool in front of the couch, then put down the embroidered pillow she was holding in her hand, and said softly, "My concubine I just made this pillow. In addition to the dried mint, it also contains some ground seed jade, which has the effect of cooling and calming the nerves. Please try to use it. If it feels good, I will make a few more... ..." Beitang Rongdu touched the pillow embroidered with crabapple flowers indifferently, and said: "...you have a heart, just let it go." Hearing this, Mrs. Song unconsciously revealed a look of joy, and then Seeing that Beitang Rongdu seemed to want to lie down, he quickly got up and rolled up his ginger-colored sleeves for him, brought a basin of water to wait for him to wash his hands, took a champagne to wipe it clean, and then piled it on the couch randomly. A few soft velvet tassel cushions were gathered, and they were placed behind Beitang Rongdu, helping Beitang Rongdu to lie on half-reclined and half-lying, and finally sat down again, and took two from his purse. Xiangwan, opened the lid of a Boshan stove on the couch by the window, and put it in. After a while, there was a pale smoke from the incense burner, and the smell was tangy.

In the distance, the blue waves in the lake are like hectares, and the lotus leaves are in fields, fresh and green. Large lotus flowers stand between the lake surface, and the breeze comes from the lake, and the fragrance is very pleasant.Beitang Rongdu accidentally saw Song's round and exquisite nails, which were about an inch long, dyed with impatiens flowers so vividly that they were very attractive, so he said casually: "...these nails are very beautiful." Song When she saw that he liked it, she was delighted, she just lowered her head, rubbed the silk handkerchief unconsciously with her fingers, and smiled shyly.

The two spoke a few words lightly, and gradually, Beitang Rongdu's eyes drooped slightly, and he began to doze off. Seeing this, Mrs. Song stopped in a hurry, and gently rolled up the long sleeve and arm-wrapped gauze on her right arm , and wiped off a few bracelets that jingled with every movement of the wrist, in order to prevent noise, then took up the fan, and slowly fanned the wind for Beitang Rongdu.

On the table not far away was a crystal jar, in which there were a few scarlet goldfish swimming leisurely, very cute, while Song was watching, she usually fanned slowly, and after fanning for a while, her arms It was a little sour, and then stopped temporarily, but suddenly saw something beside Beitang Rongdu, a little emerald green was exposed under the ginger-colored silk clothes, which was quite eye-catching, so he reached out and took it, carefully At first glance, it was a green pith and blue eye stone earring. What is rare is that there is a bean-sized amber inlaid in the middle. Son, judging from its quality, one would know that this finger-sized earring is really hard to value.Holding the object in her hand, Song thought it was dropped by Beitang Rongdu, but when she took a closer look, she saw that the young man was clearly wearing a jade nail on his right ear. Knowing that it must have been lost by someone else, and just looking at the position of the earring, I know that the person must have been lying on the couch, but I don't know which woman it is?Unexpectedly, during the time when Rongdu was recovering from his injuries in Beitang, he could also laugh with the couch.Thinking of this, my heart felt a little sour, and I put this thing into my sleeve casually, seeing that Beitang Rongdu was already fast asleep, he sighed silently, got up lightly and went out.

Beitang Rongdu didn't sleep for a long time, after a short nap, he gradually woke up, just at this time when an imperial physician came to ask for pulse, Beitang Rongdu was too lazy to get up, still half lying on the couch, slightly squinting his eyes in a trance, for a long while, The imperial physician prescribed prescriptions, which were nothing more than nourishing qi and tonics in order to recuperate the body. After Beitang Rongdu left, he had nothing to do, so he continued to read books to pass the time.

In the midsummer season, the rain often comes unexpectedly. It was clear that the sun was still shining outside, but after a while, the sky gradually darkened, lead clouds gathered, and there was a slight smell of soil in the air. Du held on to the window lattice and looked out, and saw a white parrot standing on a shelf flapping its wings on the porch, so he ordered someone to bring it in so as not to get caught in the rain later.

After a while, only hearing Ding Dong's hairpin ring, Cuiping came in with a bird stand and hung it above the couch. Seeing that the room was dark, he lit the Changping palace lantern hanging down from the side, and Beitang Rongdu grabbed a handful of it. Sunflower Seed raised his hand to feed the parrot. The bird flapped its wings leisurely and lowered its head to take food from Beitang Rongdu's palm.

At this time, a palace official came in with medicine, Cuiping took it, handed it to Beitang Rongdu, and said with a smile: "My lord, when can't we feed the birds? Drink the medicine while it's hot." Beitang Rongdu just wiped his hands, picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip, then frowned and said: "...this stuff is bitterer than Huanglian, and it makes you sick after drinking it." Cuiping laughed and said: "Drink it all at once. Just go down, and when you get fit, isn’t it better than anything else?” Beitang Rongdu thought for a while, and said: “Forget it... I remember there’s still some pine mash spring, you can ask someone to bring in a pot later Cuiping hurriedly persuaded: "How can it be done? The king said that he is not allowed to drink alcohol while he is recuperating, so just bear with it." At this time, Beitang Rongdu had already frowned and drank the medicine slowly. Once released, he teased the parrot and lazily said: "What's the matter, I just tasted it and didn't drink much." Seeing that he couldn't resist him, Cuiping had to persuade him: "Then... half a pot?" Beitang Rongdu smiled unconsciously, and said casually: All right, half pot is half pot. "

After a while, a half pot of pine mash spring wine was brought in, and Beitang Rongdu leaned on the couch, resting his left elbow on the window sill, sipping the wine in his glass, while teasing the white parrot on the shelf to relieve his boredom.

At this time, it was already drizzling outside. Amidst the sound of the rain, a plant not far away was hit by the rain, and the yellowish flowers fell silently to the ground one by one. The carved door opened slowly with a 'squeak', and suddenly a gust of wind poured in majesticly, like an invisible hand, shaking the brocade curtain with golden patterns hanging down in the quiet hall like water waves, and someone followed it Entering, accompanied by a faint fresh breath like green grass, with wide sleeves and a wide skirt, and a tight and smooth waistline gathered into a black wide belt, Beitang Rongdu turned his head to look, and said with a smile: "...just outside It’s pretty cool, but in a blink of an eye, it’s going to change.”

The Changping palace lantern on the side was quietly on, and the shadow of the candle warmed the young man's face. Shen Hanyan, with a handsome face, stepped forward and covered the mouth of the wine glass with his hands, stretched his eyebrows, but held the young man's fingers, The flimsy sleeves were tucked around the wrist bones, pretending to be angry, and said: "...Are you drinking secretly?" Beitang Rongdu grabbed his hand and moved it away, and smiled sarcastically: "Good man, why don't you care?" For me, it’s just a few cups, what are you afraid of.” Shen Hanyan’s index finger rubbed against the young man’s chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if there was a heavy smile, and there seemed to be a faint tenderness circulating in life Bo, but he didn't say anything, he just took the wine glass from Beitang Rongdu, put it aside, and then slowly laid the boy down by pressing on the young man's shoulder, saying: "...does the wound still hurt?" , had already taken out a small bottle from his sleeve, untied the sash that was loosely tied around Beitang Rongdu's waist, lifted up his shirt, and went to check the wound on his abdomen.

Beitang Rongdu allowed the young man to untie the thin scarf tied around his abdomen. While watching the other party pour some medicinal powder from the bottle and apply it on his wound, he said in his mouth: "...Actually, the injury is quite good. Come on, as long as you don't stretch too much, it will hardly hurt." Shen Hanyan re-wrapped his wound neatly, and tidied up Rongdu's clothes in Beitang, and then sat on the side of the couch, drooling The green silk on the shoulders twisted with a luminous cold light, and he pressed his palms lightly on Beitang Rongdu's cheeks, his tone was as gentle as the spring sun, and said: "These are traumatic injuries, and it won't take long before they heal." It's almost... It's just an internal injury, but it's not easy to heal so quickly." Beitang Rongdu leaned on a pile of cushions, turned his head and just smiled, looked at the bright light in Shen Hanyan's eyes, and covered the young man's warm face with his palm. With the back of his hand, he said: "Whatever it is, it will be fine...Han Yan, play the piano for me for a while."

With the murmur of rain outside the hall, Shen Hanyan got up and took a Qingtong Qin. The strings were like silk and lay across his knees. The wide sleeves slipped down to the edge of his elbows. One or two tones, if there seems to be no light, it means that there is love before the melody is completed, and a piece of "Bu Suanzi" is at hand:——

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the water of the Yangtze River without seeing you.When will this water stop, when will this hatred end, I only hope that the king's heart is like mine, and I will definitely live up to my lovesickness...

The sound of the piano is long, like the gurgling stream, which is almost connected with the sound of the rain outside the window. The light smoke from the Boshan stove on the couch curls out, and when Rongdu of Beitang stretches out his hand slightly, the light smoke is like fog The ground spread out, only the continuous sound of the zither, the palace servants outside the hall also listened, and stopped silently... Beitang Rongdu looked intently, and saw Shen Hanyan lowered his voice slightly. Lowering her head, focusing on the qin, her lips warmed up, and unconsciously said: "...Han Yan, change another song." Putting all the money into the sound of the piano has already changed a tune:——

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.Take the time Hua Cong lazy to look back, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king...

Outside the hall, Cuiping was feeding a tank of koi, when suddenly he heard a quiet piano sound coming from inside, and listened intently, it turned out to be a piece of "Li Si", in which several times of circling emotions, several ups and downs, flowed out one after another , seeming to reminisce, seeming to cherish, and at the same time sighing vaguely about the impermanence of the world, she listened in a daze, and suddenly remembered the person she met when she was young, but now she has been separated from life and death, except Wushan is not a cloud... Mr. Yuan... But the world is so big, I can't wait for him to come again. Except for this cloud, even if there is a better beauty in this life, I will never miss it again... I felt the same for a while, and suddenly felt sad for no reason Come, at the end, two clear tears were shed silently...

Beitang Rongdu listened quietly to the piano, seemed to be a little absorbed, he looked at Shen Hanyan who was beside him with unmoved brows, lightly stroking the strings, and suddenly an indescribable emotion surged into his heart, so perfect, as gentle as jade Such a man always has a place in his heart, but even if this man loves like a fire and is affectionate, what the other party gets will never be the complete him...——

Affection is just between existence and non-existence. Love exists in a trance. It's not that I don't know it, and it's not that I don't want to give it.

Outside the window, the drizzle was like a tide, and the raindrops hit the leaves and petals, splashing the fresh air of the wet vegetation. In the hazy water mist, the originally green and thin bamboo was washed into a jade-like blue color. The flowers rustled like rain, falling one by one on the ground sporadically, and matched with the sound of the piano in the palace, it was indescribably lingering... For a long time, Beitang Rongdu only felt that he was in a dream, and suddenly Said: "... After playing for so long, let's take a rest when you are tired." Shen Hanyan stopped slightly with both hands, pressed them on the strings, and stopped the sound, then raised his head and smiled, his eyes warm and fixed, and said: "For some reason today, it seems to be playing more smoothly..." Beitang Rongdu looked at him with a smile, his eyes shining endlessly, and said: "If you like it, then continue playing, I'll listen." Shen Hanyan Stretching the strings with his fingers, he said with a casual smile, "You're not afraid of getting tired of listening." Beitang Rongdu's eyes were clear, and he smiled softly: "...No, it's not bad if I listen to you playing for a lifetime. .”

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When he woke up again, the sound of rain outside the window was still pattering, and warm kisses were faintly falling on his neck. Before Beitang Rongdu even opened his eyes, he knew who it was—the familiar scent of ambergris , which cannot be covered by other flavors.

The man seemed to have noticed that he was awake, so he chuckled in his ear and said, "...Slept so deeply?" Beitang Rongdu slowly raised his eyes, and saw a thin layer of wet rain on the purple gold crown on the other party's head, probably It was just coming in.Beitang Rongdu let out a soft 'hmm' with sleepy eyes, wrapped his hand lazily around a strand of the man's hair, and played with it between his fingers.

Beitang Zunyue lightly stroked Beitang Rongdu's shoulder with his right hand, just looked at him with a smile, Beitang Rongdu didn't speak, and looked at him naturally.After a while, Beitang Rongdu suddenly seemed to have discovered something, raised his hand to touch the man's right ear, touched a green pulp and blue eye stone earring with his fingertips, and asked: "Isn't this the earring you wore yesterday?" The one in the amber, the bugs in this amber are different... Although they are a pair, the one looks better, why did you change it?"

Beitang Zun smiled more, and said indifferently: "You like that? But I don't know where I left it."