As the New Year approached, the palace gradually revealed a festive atmosphere.It has been snowing for several days, and the chill is getting stronger.There are more and more monks chanting scriptures and praying for blessings day and night in the Tongming Hall, and the sound of blessings seems to spread to all parts of the palace.

On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, Zhu Yixiu distributed the annual rewards.Excuse me from all the palaces, and hide in the palace and pretend to be dead.

After Zhu Yixiu's dystocia, he was weak and couldn't bear the cold, and because he liked to appreciate the snow, Xuanling installed 'Poli' in front of a window. This kind of transparent glass has always been used to make cups. Still unaffected by the wind.

Jianqiu ran in with a few plum blossoms that had just been folded, her nose was red from the cold, Echun took off her cloak, and dusted off the snow: "It's so big, and it's still frizzy." "Sister, look, The plum blossoms are really blooming."

"Although white plums are good, they are not as festive as red plums." "Red plums are the best in Yimeiyuan. I will pick them later."

Zhu Yixiu put down the travel notes in his hand: "You can enjoy plum blossoms at any time, don't be in a hurry, let's have a rest with ginger tea."

On New Year's Eve, the harem participated in the inner court banquet hosted by the emperor and queen as usual, except for Zhen Huan who was sick and An Lingrong who was really inconvenient, all attended.

The concubines who haven't seen Xuanling for a long time are dressed more and more flamboyantly, and Murong Shilan is even more delicate and charming. The peony flowers that are in bud in spring are just waiting for the flower lovers to pick them.

Xuan Ling knew that all the women in the harem were waiting for her, but he had a lot of things to deal with. The prince had already started handling state affairs, but after all, he was young, so Xuan Ling had to take care of many things.

After the palace banquet was over, the emperor and the empress went to Yimei Garden tacitly, where the plum blossoms were planted by Xuanling and Yixiu together.

I still remember that a few days before the Queen's Closure Ceremony, the two cuddled together under the pavilion, drinking and enjoying the snow.Only at that moment, Xuan Ling let go of the heavy burden of being an emperor, and Zhu Yixiu did not put on airs as a queen.

After that, every New Year's Eve, when the palace banquet is over, the two will go to Yimei Garden.

Li Changyuan followed behind, and occasionally the guards and inner eunuchs of the night patrol walked by and saluted Xuan Ling.

It is still far away from the garden, and there is a burst of fragrance, which smells very comfortable.I still remember that when I planted them, they were all small saplings, but now the plums are cold and the snow is proud, like a fairyland.

The snow-appreciating courtyard in the plum garden has been cleaned long ago, and the warm incense burner is only lit with tasteless charcoal fire, so as not to mix the fragrance of plums in the garden.

Xuan Ling filled up the warm fruit wine and handed it to Zhu Yixiu: "This year's snow is longer than usual." "Fortunately, the weather is not the coldest, otherwise the silver carbon in this palace will be useless."

Xuanling pinched Zhu Yixiu's nose with dissatisfaction: "Enjoy the snow, why is it so spoiling the scenery." "Rong'er knows his mistake."

He said he knew his mistake, but his expression didn't take it seriously at all.

After drinking the fruit wine, his whole body was warm, Zhu Yixiu was slightly drunk, and lightly pressed his head against the pillar: "Sleepy?" "I'm getting old, I can't stay up late."

The courtyard was not lit, and under the moonlight, that beautiful little face was faintly visible.Under the light and shadow of the moon, the queen's upright complexion had a strange charm.

She was two years older than Xuan Ling, but apart from her white hair, she could not be seen as an old woman in the palace.

"Is the Polygonum multiflorum I found for you available?" "The appearance of the concubine has not changed for many years, which is enough to attract criticism. If the hair is as young as a girl, it is not true that she will be burned to death."

Zhu Yixiu's daily nourishing soup and medicine can catch up with his meal, what he is afraid of is that the old tree and dry wood will be rejected by Xuan Ling.

This face, coupled with the emperor's favoritism, has often been muttered as a witchy witchcraft. If she even takes good care of her hair, isn't she really an immortal fairy?

The emperor couldn't help but smiled, and reached out to touch her hair, but only touched the cold and gorgeous pearls: "I wish you were a monster, and I will practice with you. Let's go occupy the mountain and become king, and wait for Tang Seng to fall into the trap. "

"What if Sun Wukong comes together?" "Then hurry up, don't steam or cook, just eat it raw, and we will run away after eating."

Zhu Yixiu ate a lot at the palace banquet, and he almost vomited it out after being teased by him.

The two old men were frolicking, and there was a faint burst of fire in the distance.

Wearing a feather satin cloak woven with emerald patterns and a small shofar lantern, under the dim light, the small face of the comer is even more beautiful.

Who doesn't know this palace, every New Year's Eve, the emperor and empress will come to Yimei Garden.Li Chang and the others were guarding outside the garden. Thinking that Zhen Huan sneaked in through the side door, it was really well-intentioned.

"In the entire harem, only Yu promised not to go to bed, so I think I'm in a hurry."

If Zhu Yixiu hadn't met Zhen Huan earlier, he would almost have thought it was Zhu Rouze.

Zhu Rou had already been sent out of the palace when the third prince Runan Wang Xuanji rebelled. This Zhen Huan really looked exactly the same: "Tell me, is it the concubine who looks like a monster, or is she?" They all have to show their original form.”

I saw Zhen Huan hanging a piece of red paper on the unopened plum blossom, presumably it was her small portrait.

Kneeling on the snow and ice all over the ground, amidst a patch of red plums, the lining became clearer and purer: "Zhen Huan first wishes her parents to be healthy, and her siblings to be safe. Second, she wishes that she can live in the palace safely for the rest of her life."

Zhen Huan's expression suddenly became gloomy: "I hope to have a person with one heart and one mind, never to be separated..."

Then his face was haggard, and the small face of Shui Furong was highlighted by the light, which became more and more charming. He sighed and said: "Three wishes. The wind is as good as the wish, and it is easy not to destroy it."

Then repeat it again and again: "Against the wind is like understanding the mind, it is easy not to destroy it."

After a moment of silence, no one responded, and continued to read: "There is a unique rhyme in the fragrance, and the fragrance is so clear that you don't know the cold. Adverse wind is easy to understand, and it is easy not to destroy it."

In the end, I just finished reading the whole poem: "Snow at the beginning of counting calyx, it is difficult to draw alone. There is a unique rhyme in the fragrance, and the clearness is extremely cold. The flute and the sorrowful listening, the oblique technique depends on the disease. Adverse wind is like understanding, easy not to destroy .”

After all, Xuan Ling is only nearly forty years old, officially the year of the dragon and the tiger. Who doesn't love this kind of woman who looks like a fairy in the plum garden: "The emperor can be a flower lover?"

"I'm afraid that your old vinegar jar will be knocked over." "It's been overturned a long time ago, so you're afraid of it once or twice? Your Majesty, hurry up, she has recited these two poems almost a dozen times."

Xuan Ling grabbed Zhu Yixiu's hand: "Let's go together, she is so beautiful, I just admire her, I like it, and Rong'er should like it too." "Forget that she is her husband's woman, my concubine really likes it."

Slowly walking down the long pavilion, the cold wind blows.Xuan Ling hugged Zhu Yixiu tightly to give him some warmth, Zhu Yixiu picked up the cloak and put it on, and walked towards Zhen Huan hand in hand.

"Who is there?!"

Zhen Huan seemed taken aback, turned off the lantern, and hid behind the plum tree, Xuan Ling asked, "Who is it?"

An impatient waiter, and a monkey eager for beauty, even pretending not to know who the other party is.As a bystander, this is really a good show.

"The maidservant leaning on the plum garden, who came out to pray, I don't want to disturb your lord, please forgive me." "Come here!"

"The servant girl's shoes and socks are wet, and I am changing them." "Then change them, Rong'er, let's go."

Zhen Huan was waiting for Xuan Ling to ask her if she had read the book and what it was called, and then completely ignored the queen next to her, chatting more and more speculatively.Xuanling couldn't wait to see her true face, and then she begged the emperor to forgive her for the crime of deceiving the emperor by pretending to be a court lady.

Or the emperor kept wanting to see her, but he ran away. Xuan Ling searched for her all over the palace, and searched for her whereabouts with a song against the wind.How could it just go away!

"Your Majesty, stay here, servant girl, the servant girl's clothes are a bit damp, and the snowy night is too cold, can your lord borrow a cloak?"

The two were wearing a pair of ink fox cloaks, with a dragon and a phoenix embroidered inside.No one in this palace knows, only the emperor can call the queen Rong'er, and in recent years, the emperor's palace banquets have been wearing this pair of ink foxes, Zhen Huan knows who is coming, but it is a bit too much to make such a request .

"I didn't borrow my cloak casually. At this time, Yimei Garden forbids anyone to step in. You are so brave, come out immediately."

The surroundings were suddenly quiet, and no one responded for a long while. Xuan Ling stepped forward to take a look, and it turned out that Zhen Huan had already fled in the dark.

Zhen Huan ran away frantically, and fell several times because of the slippery ground, her hairpins were loose, her temple hair was messy, and her makeup was ruined. The beautiful fairy before a cup of tea is now like a palace maid who died unjustly.

No, everything is wrong!Xuan Ling should like the poems she reads, the zither sings harmoniously, the love is like a mandarin duck, she is even ready to be a substitute for someone, is her dream really just a dream?

That noble self is really just a dream?And Xuan Qing!

By the way, Xuanqing...

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