Soft-boned beauty, isn't he fragrant?

On December 27, Chu Gui was summoned to Cihui Palace again. This time, Xiao Qi was unable to accompany him and was stuck in the Zhijin guard. Therefore, Wang Ren had no time to rub off, and went with the horse team of the dancer team. passed the palace gate.

For the first time, he felt what it was like to be searched again every time he passed through a palace gate.It seems that when the day comes, Xiao Qi still has to use Xiao Qi's identity to carry the weapons inside smoothly.

Thinking about it this way, my heart ached again involuntarily, and then quickly started to get busy by checking the props, so as to get rid of the guilt that invaded from time to time.

Today's "The Butterfly Lovers" has reached the third act. The finale is the most tragic and beautiful one. I heard that my sweetheart has been betrothed to Ma Wencai. Liang Shanbo died in grief. Zhu Yingtai passed by on the way to get married His grave, and then split the grave, jumped into, both turned into butterflies...

Under the control of Chu Gui, the finale of this scene lasted for nearly an hour. The lighting and dance atmosphere is full of beauty, and the soundtrack is also the most classic original version. in the love legend.

The hall was crowded with ladies and gentlemen from various families, including the empress dowager and empress, all of whom were tearful and emotional, especially the empress, the most beautiful woman in the world, had cried so much that she had completely forgotten etiquette, and even lost her voice the point.

After everyone calmed down a bit, Jiang Wan called Chu Gui to him and explained that the New Year's Eve was approaching, and it would be better for the dancer team to rehearse some festive and joyful programs, such as today's script, occasionally That's right, I'm afraid it will hurt people's sanity if they do it too often.

Chu Gui naturally nodded. Comedy, there are also a lot of resources in his mind, and it is not a problem to fiddle with and piece together a few.

Before he was about to set off to return to the mansion, he received the Queen's order, and waited for almost half an hour before being led by the palace servants to Kunning Palace to meet him.

Jiang Luo's eyes were obviously still red and swollen. When he saw his face, he showed a very friendly smile and even gave him a seat, which made him feel somewhat awkward.

His impressions of Her Majesty the Empress have always been somewhat contradictory. From the standpoint of revenge, this person is undoubtedly the closest family member to the two enemies. He really doesn't have any good feelings for her, but the woman herself is innocent Second, in terms of Xiao Qi's face, he couldn't hate it so absolutely because he was directed at the only Jiang family child who had ever extended a helping hand.

I heard this Wen Yan say: "Chonglou, I really like the dance drama you rehearsed this time. I lost control of my emotions just now, and I told you to watch a joke."

Chu Gui: "How dare, the empress is so affectionate and sexual, she is straightforward and natural, and she truly admires us, so how can she laugh at her?"

Jiang Luo hooked the corners of his mouth, put down the cold towel covering his face, and said slowly: "You don't need to talk to me, just relax. Although you are a man, in reality, you are also my sister-in-law. Damn, I watched Wuwei grow up, whether he is sincere or not, I know very well in my heart, before you, I have never seen anyone he really cared about."

Chu Gui managed to squeeze out some smiles. Although these words were heart-warming, they didn't make him feel happy at all. Instead, he dragged his heart down, and the burden of guilt became heavier and heavier.

Jiang Luo said again: "I heard that Liang Zhu's drama was written by you, why did you end up with a butterfly ending? Wouldn't it be good to be buried together, and the clean and neat sadness can move people more? Why bother to make a mythical appearance, It’s so hard to hate that people can’t hate it happily, it seems to be a bit of a dog’s tail.”

Chu Gui was a little speechless. Liang Zhu’s Legend of Butterfly Transformation was to echo people’s yearning for Dzogchen. It was a romantic and beautiful sustenance. Since ancient times, it was considered the most classic and most talked about wonderful pen. It was the first time he heard it. Seeing such a statement, I actually dislike the ending being a bit overly beautified.

"It's a pity that two people who love each other can't be together. Chong Lou just wanted to find another way to fulfill their wish."

Jiang Luo sighed slightly, and replied: "Hey, you are soft-hearted, there are so many things in this world that have the best of both worlds..." In the middle of speaking, he seemed to think of something, so he didn't continue talking, only the unfinished meaning in the words It seems to have turned into worry, and gradually climbed up the brow.

Chu Gui lowered his head respectfully, and from the corner of the eye he had been observing repeatedly. The queen's words were pessimistic, and her temperament was obviously soft on the outside and strong on the inside. I am afraid that the environment she was in was not as blooming as the rumors outside. Otherwise, it really shouldn't be such a sentiment with her status as the first empress doting on the third palace alone.

He glanced around calmly, Kunning Palace and Cihui Palace are quite different in their splendor and luxury, the furnishings and decoration tend to be more simple and elegant, although this is indeed more in line with his taste, but to be honest , but it also made this huge palace look even more empty and lonely.

This guy turned out to be an abusive master, but he had already promised the Queen Mother that he would no longer rehearse these crying tragedies. Chu Gui thought about it for a while, and immediately came up with a countermeasure. You can also tell a book!

Picking up Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet from the previous life, slightly changed the identity and race of the characters, and then began to talk about it.

It was really useful to do what he liked, Jiang Luo's attention was immediately attracted, he didn't even bother to drink the bird's nest served by the maid, and put it aside casually, only immersing himself in the novel story.

After a few cups of tea, the palace gate was about to be locked, and the story of Chu Gui had just begun. Luo Sheng and Miss Liye fell in love at first sight at the banquet. Meet.

After the palace man urged him for the second time, he could only show an apologetic expression, stopped the story in his mouth, saluted and prepared to leave, Jiang Luo also had some regrets, but he had no choice but to let go.

Although this person in front of her is a servant of a man named Cheng Huan, after all, she is physically complete, and it is impossible for her to stay overnight in the palace, but she was really thinking about the continuation of the story. So that he can enter the palace more smoothly, and come to continue when he is free.

Chu Gui didn't expect to have such an unexpected harvest today. With this token, he can travel unimpeded during the day, and he has made a complete circle of the imperial city.

He was happy in his heart, and he was very refreshed. For three days in a row, after feeding someone at night, he entered the palace with a token in his hand during the day. After walking through those gardens and the countless corridors and pavilions, the success in my heart is also increasing day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's Eve. On this day, both the Tian family and the people, it was a big day for ancestor worship and reunion. Xiao Qi entered the palace before dawn to participate in various sacrificial ceremonies, while Chu Gui lazily leaned on the couch , secretly looking at the story book, while Fanghua, the big maid, instructs the maids to carefully clean the dust and cloth.

After noon, the only [-] or so beauties left in the backyard came one after another to give him, the class leader, gifts, mostly melons and fruits, candied fruit, fine wine and other food and beverages. There was a small cold dinner party on the huge long stone table, drums were played to pass flowers, and people threw pots to order.

When the wine was half drunk, his mind began to float a little bit. The more noisy the other people were, the more vivid the loneliness in his heart became.

If he could have lived smoothly in his previous life, he would have been a greasy uncle in his early forties. I don’t know if he will realize that he can actually bend into a coil of mosquito coils, and if he will meet a woman who makes him willing to be female. people.

But it’s not right to say that he is now in his forties. He just went back to the previous 18 years, 18 years of half silly fun and half revenge. Looking back, except for the few years when he first came to this world, In the rest of the long years, I can't remember any memories related to the festival. It seems that I have always been like this, watching other people's joy, but I can't get into it at all.

What were the years that were really related to me like?

Mother would kick herself out of the bed early in the morning and put on new clothes that had been prepared. The new clothes at the beginning of each year were blue, with the meaning of welcoming the spring. The difference appeared, the big girls mostly went into the kitchen to help organize the banquet, while the little girls like Doudou were free to run wild in the yard.

Boys, no matter how big or small, have to go to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors first. Even the one-year-old milk baby of my uncle’s family has to be kowtowed to the ancestors in swaddling clothes, and then drink pepper and cypress wine. First, the older ones follow.

Lunch on this day is still mostly a sense of ritual, usually seven-vegetable porridge and spring plates, which means to bite the spring, and you will be hungry again after a short time. Most of the mother will secretly prepare a few eggs and rice cakes for dinner. In the house, it is always hidden in a different place every year, and it is like a treasure hunt with a bag, and it is eaten out, so with strength, I went to the back mountain with a few brothers and sisters of similar size to play wildly.

Dinner is the most sumptuous meal throughout the year. There will be a raging bonfire in the compound. The regular pork, mutton, fish, and all kinds of wild game are piled up on several large round tables. The rest of the drinks and dried fruits are non-stop. Serve it on the table, eat and drink to your heart's content, and sing and dance around the fire.

They are all mountain villagers, and few of them are artistic. It is common for them to sing out of tune and dance in a mess, but even so, it still makes people feel happy. The group must also be contagious, and it is the most authentic and lively appearance of happiness.

After having fun, it’s time to watch the new year. Those who are willing to stay and participate have a night of drinking and talking around the firepit. The topic is usually inseparable from the harvest of the year and the outlook for the coming year. It is a simple and full of expectation.

This is also one of Chu Gui's regrets for many years. It seems that every time he wants to stay and watch the year, he has not been able to resist the invasion of the sleepy god. Father carried him back to the house.

This time, it seems to be the same...

When he opened his eyes again, the candles were on, obviously at night.

When he turned his head slightly, he saw Xiao Qi's back sitting beside him. He didn't know when he moved the desk to the bedside, and just looked at the newspaper by candlelight.

"You're back, didn't you keep the old age in the palace?" He asked lazily.

Xiao Qi turned his head violently, the silk book in his hand fell unconsciously, his peach blossom eyes burst into dazzling light, and his face looked surprised: "You finally woke up?"

As soon as the words fell, the person quickly fell in front of his eyes.

Chu Gui was taken aback by this posture: "Oh, what's the matter, I ate wine and squinted for a while, is it worth your big reaction?"

Xiao Qi sized him up carefully, clasped his palms together and kneaded them back and forth. After a long pause, he said slowly, "...Xiaogui, it's the ninth day of the lunar new year, and you've been sleeping for ten days."

Chu Gui's heart felt cold, this was a new symptom that he had never had before, he was afraid that the disease had worsened again, and it took ten days for the first time to appear.What about next time?Can you still wake up?

It seems that God can't wait any longer and urges himself to make a decision as soon as possible.

He tried his best to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and comforted him with a smile: "I guess I'm too tired. I just woke up. Is it okay? Don't worry, I still want to hang out with you on the Lantern Festival. I heard that At that time, the lanterns in Dingding City were the most beautiful."

Xiao Qi put a light kiss on the man's mouth, "Okay, I'll go with you."