Force a good concubine

The emperor shut his mouth in embarrassment, leaned on the bed and twisted his body, obediently entered the imperial tent and lay down again, with a slight fever on his face.The more reticent a person is on weekdays, the easier it is to talk endlessly. She seldom chats with others like this, and she loses her sense of propriety on a whim.Once again he lost face in front of Gu Yuan, the emperor suppressed his frustration and closed his eyes—not to mention the morning court of the next day, Gu Yuan was still serving in front of the bed at the moment, and he went to bed early, Gu Yuan also I can go back to rest earlier.

However, the more people want to fall asleep by themselves, the more difficult it is to fall asleep. The emperor lay down for a while, but still did not feel sleepy at all. She opened her eyes and counted the dark patterns on the curtains for a while, and she sighed softly , sat up from the tent: "A Yuan, bring the soothing soup."

Gu Yan's voice is still so calm and elegant, making people want to listen to it again and again: "Your Majesty still can't sleep? I dare to ask, how should the secretary serve you in times like this before?"

The emperor thought about it, and the memory of being coaxed to sleep was too far away, like an unattainable dream: "I don't need to be served by a chief officer, I get up to read and read the scriptures, and just catch up on sleep at noon the next day."

Gu Yan's voice stopped for a while: "When I couldn't sleep when I was young, my father would always read to me, and it was quite effective. I take the liberty to read a book to Your Majesty, okay?"

"Okay." The emperor didn't think reading was useful, but he couldn't bear Gu Yan's voice, and agreed after a moment of pondering, "Don't bother, just choose a book from the case, don't take too long, read a stick of incense That's enough, go back and rest earlier. I usually stay up late a lot, so I'm used to it." She thought for a while, and added, "Find an embroidered pier, sit by the charcoal basin and read for a long time. Stand by God."

Gu Yan's light footsteps stopped, and the hall was silent, and there was no sound of moving Xiudun.The emperor felt a little regretful. With such ramblings, Gu Yan must have felt that she was talking too much. She endured worry and waited for a while, but Gu Yuan's voice suddenly sounded with the sound of footsteps: "There are fish in Beiming, whose name is It's the Kun. The Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is—"

The emperor's case has always only put history books or currency records of previous dynasties, and there are no classics of Laozhuang and Zhuangzi, so it is obvious that Gu Yuan is reciting them.The emperor couldn't get enough of "Zhuangzi", and felt that the diction was as free and easy as the ocean, but coupled with Gu Yuan's voice, it added a rhythm like a clear spring, which made people feel heartbroken.

For a moment, the sound of books spread in the tent, Gu Yuan's voice seemed to be omnipresent and omnipresent, and the emperor felt an inexplicable sense of peace in his heart. She closed her eyes quietly, and this time there was no loneliness of being unable to fall asleep again. Anxious——Gu Yan hadn't finished her article "A Happy Journey", and she was already fast asleep.

The sound of breathing in the tent gradually stabilized, and Gu Yan's voice gradually became slower and lower, and finally stopped.She stopped in front of the imperial tent, put her hands on the yellow silk curtain, hesitated for a while, and still only silently bowed to the imperial tent, then gently exited the hall.

Wei Fengchun put his hands in his sleeves and waited at the entrance of the hall. When he saw her come out with the cold calming soup, he hurriedly stepped forward to take it: "Little lady is tired today! It really is the taste of scholars who treat my young master. Tomorrow I will ask you The lady is more helpful, so that the young master can sleep well, and the spirit of governing the government is good, is it our Daqi's blessing, isn't it?"

He spoke with gaudy rhetoric, but Gu Yuan just declined a few words, and went back to the west value room.Wei Fengchun watched them off with a smile on his face, while his apprentice Wei Lian stood behind and whispered to him: "Master, I just went in to cut the candles, and I vaguely heard that Miss Gu and Master didn't seem to be talking about anything, it seemed that Miss Gu In the sound of reading, isn't this an errand for reading? It's a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the dragon bed!"

"Who stipulates that talking on the side of the bed has to be affectionate?" Wei Fengchun felt that his apprentice was almost as incomprehensible as Cui Chengxiu's apprentice, and secretly regretted that he had chosen such a useless one just to compete with Cui Chengxiu. Stupid, he gave Wei Lian a hard look, and explained patiently, "You think it's your boy who hooked up with the daughter of the silly palace? Don't talk about young masters, even the late emperor summoned the emperor to serve the bed, and he wasn't so anxious. At the beginning They are all talking to each other seriously, and gradually they can talk, and they come and go slowly from time to time, so that they can get acquainted informally, and after a long time, they will be inseparable—what do you know, kid? From now on, focus on my errands, don't follow Qiao Niang's ass all day long, and let me see your worthless appearance, go to the master statue to get the strip!"

He scolded Wei Lian for a while, and gradually calmed down.Cui Chengxiu was also trying to find a way to work hard, but this time he, the deputy manager who had been guarding the yard for many years, took advantage of it. Seeing that this living treasure, Gu Yan, is now out of the Qinghe Hall, if he still can't curry favor with Cui Chengxiu, then It is really a waste of time.In fact, this time he asked Gu Yan to deliver the Anshen Tang, but it was just a few words on the spur of the moment, but the effect was unexpectedly good: maybe the emperor would have to come here every now and then. Chatted with Miss Gu by the dragon bed. As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, who doesn't get your shoes wet?Maybe one day, we will be able to talk to the top of the dragon bed!

A little coldness on his neck interrupted his dreaming.Wei Fengchun raised his head, and the snowflakes drifted down, melting on the ground, gradually wetting the platform floor.He turned and retreated to the corridor, pulled out the felt blanket from the corner, and muttered in a low voice: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year!"

Recently, the winter snow in Gyeonggi has not fallen for a long time. The emperor is worried about the spring drought in the coming year and is very concerned about the weather.It has snowed tonight, and the emperor will be happy tomorrow morning to announce the good news to the imperial court. Isn't this another good omen?Wei Fengchun was half dreaming and half awake thinking, and closed his eyes with complacency.

The emperor was really in a good mood, and he was smiling when he got up early to greet the queen mother, so the queen mother couldn't help asking: "The emperor is happy today."

The emperor answered very fluently and naturally: "These days Zhizhou Chief Secretary has been saying that there is a fear of spring drought. Now that it has finally snowed, I am really relieved. That's right," she tilted her head After thinking about it, "I passed by Shiyang Palace a few days ago, and remembered the saying of the folk Taoist priest praying for rain, went in and offered a stick of incense to Sanqing, and made a wish. Now that it has snowed, although the theory of ghosts and gods is not trustworthy, It's not good to break your promise. I remember that my mother has a copy of the "South China Sutra" written by Mr. Xue here, can I borrow it for my son?"

"What did my family say about borrowing it or not?" The Queen Mother didn't care, and immediately ordered Madam Xu and the maids to fetch it, and sent it to Wei Fengchun.Wei Fengchun took it honestly, recited the emperor's words over and over again in his heart, and at the same time racked his brains to recall the list of palace maids and eunuchs who accompanied him that day - the emperor told such a big lie in front of the empress dowager. , besides working hard and fulfilling the lie perfectly for the master, what else can I do?

After paying your respects, there will be a daily speech at the Wenhua Palace. As usual, the emperor will not be able to return to the Qinghe Palace until after noon.During this period of time, the people in the palace were not at leisure - when the imperial court was not around, it was the usual time to do rough work. Dozens of rough envoys, eunuchs, and maids were busy cleaning doors and windows, cleaning tables and chairs, changing door curtains, and washing the floor. , going in and out of the palace like bees, there is a different kind of vitality compared to when Yu Jia was there.

The maid in charge of the tea was free at this time, and Yunniang asked Gu Yan to rehearse the steps of serving tea for tea twice, nodded and said: "I am familiar with the hands and feet, and I will stop here today. It's just that there is a fist here The principle of never leaving your hand and your mouth, you can’t stop practicing every day in the future. The household items for this practice also need to be changed. There is a pocket silver plum blossom pot on the Yuqian Duobaoge. That is the worst tea pot. Now, let him go to the library to get another decoration, replace it, you go and wash it well, and start practicing with it tomorrow. If you are proficient in this way, I can go out of the palace and go home with confidence! "

Several young maids in the hall were wiping the Duobaoge carefully with silk handkerchiefs, and when they saw Gu Yan entering the door, they hurriedly saluted and walked away.Gu Yan put the plum blossom pot on the tray, remembering what the emperor said the night before, hesitated for a while, then leaned over and opened the second drawer below.

In the drawer was a scroll of scrolls. Gu Yan unfolded the white silk, and saw that the object was neither flowers, trees nor figures, but a cricket lying on several grass leaves. Quite vivid, and the painting is very aura.

There are two withdrawals on the painting. In the upper right corner, there are a few large characters "My mighty general also", and the foot is a small seal of "the owner of Chonghua Palace". Jiyao, emphasizing the brilliance of his literature and virtue", the same is true when the emperor is the heir to the emperor's grandson. Obviously, it is indeed the emperor's handwriting.

There are still a few lines of lower script on the lower left, but it is a short sacrificial oration: "In the winter of the 46th year of Yanxi, the mighty general died. Gu Ru mayfly fought bravely in three autumns, and he was shrouded in horse leather. He also got his place. A few grains of water and rice are worth eating. . ” The sacrificial oration was plain and not very smooth, but considering that the emperor was only seven years old at the time, it was a rare and good article.

Gu Yan found it interesting, so he couldn't help but looked carefully again, only to find that words were faintly visible on the back of the white silk. It turned out that there was a line of small characters on the back, but it was a line of annotation: "Strength and courage, repeated conquests, military failure , but the posthumous posthumous title is strong!"

This sentence is still written in a serious manner, with meticulous small characters, which is very in tune with the emperor's temperament. However, Gu Yuan read it several times, but finally couldn't help showing a smile from the corner of his lips.

What would such a quick-thinking child be like if he grew up among ordinary people?Looking at this painting, Gu Yan couldn't help feeling a trace of rebellious curiosity.

And if that was the case, how would he meet the emperor?I'm afraid that at most, it's just passing each other by passing each other - after thinking about it, Gu Yan felt a little more lonely in his heart for no reason.