"Story of Yanxi Palace" White Moonlight

"Story of Yanxi Palace" White Moonlight

31&Chinese Valentine's Day

There is a golden mirror in the sky, and a jade hook in the world.The annual swallow magpie builds a bridge, and the annual Qiqiao Festival.

Although there are no more ceremonies in the palace than women outside, there are more opportunities to go out and play.But it's still a serious festival, and with Rong Yin's permission, Changchun Palace began to prepare items for the Girl's Day early in the morning, such as melons, fruits and silver needles.Ladies and gentlemen, big and small, all bathed and changed into new clothes, and spent the Qixi Festival happily.

Rong Yin was sitting on a thousand-year-old sandalwood armchair, with Suzhou embroidered and inlaid warm jade soft pillows on his back. He was wearing a summer dress with magpies on the branches, and he was gently shaking a silk silk fan.

"Your Majesty," Yingluo held a gold-painted box and presented it to Rongyin. Inside were all silver needles shining with cold light. "Why don't you give it a try?"

Rong Yin smiled lightly and shook her head, rejecting Ying Luo's proposal.Yingluo didn't force her, she held the box and put it on the temporary table.

With a lazy posture, Rong Yin shook her round fan slightly, watching all the ladies in the palace come to Yingluo, picked up silver needles one by one, and threw the silver needles into the blue and white porcelain bowl filled with clear water one by one, begging for a cleverness.

Thinking of her time in her boudoir, Rong Yin couldn't help but smile on her lips.When she was at home, she was the only legitimate daughter of the Fucha family. The elders in the family pampered and pampered her brothers. What she loved most was riding horses, enjoying the scenery, and reading poetry and miscellaneous books. woman.

But ever since she was designated as Prince Bao's heir Fujin by Lord Yongzheng, Ama Eriang trapped her at home to learn needlework, and only Fu Heng secretly took her out to play from time to time. Although she was punished and reprimanded by Ama, she still never tired of it.

Now, her embroidery is only better than Mingyu's, and it cannot be compared with Yingluo's.

After a while, Yingluo came out from the crowded crowd, knelt down beside Rongyin and beat her legs, and said with a smile, "everyone in Changchun Palace has a pair of skillful hands."

Rongyin stroked Yingluo's head, and said tenderly and dotingly: "Among all the people, Yingluo is the leader."

Yingluo smiled, slightly annoyed. "Your Majesty, don't talk about it, it's my fault if others hear it."

Rong Yin smiled gently and didn't say much.

Yingluo thumped the queen's swollen legs, and said with concern: "The empress's legs seem to have subsided a little, is it Ye Tianshi who prescribed the medicine?"

Rong Yin nodded with a smile, as if remembering something. "Yingluo, I see that Fu Heng has gotten angry recently, you go and make a bowl of Qingxin lotus seed soup and send it to him."

Yingluo's hands paused for a moment, and then they beat hard again.Yingluo was silent for a long time before hesitating, "Master seems to have been sending slaves to the young master recently."

"I'm not too frequent," Rong Yin frowned and pondered slightly.

"Master, what did you say?" Listening to Rongyin's muttering, Yingluo raised her head and asked.

Rong Yin shook his head, "It's nothing, just because Fu Heng is my younger brother, I don't worry about your work, so I will entrust Fu Heng to you naturally."

After hearing this, Yingluo pondered something different.She was about to meditate, but Rong Yin urged her to send lotus seed soup to her young master.

Yingluo went out with the food box in her arms, and bumped into the emperor's holy driver as soon as she entered the door. Yingluo hurriedly knelt down to salute.

Hongli, who was walking like the wind, stopped, and a pair of bright yellow shoes came into Yingluo's eyes.Hongli looked down on the prostrate woman in front of him with the emperor's usual aloofness, his beautiful face buried in his hands.

"You," Hongli pointed at Wei Yingluo with his finger, muttering slowly. "Wei Yingluo..."

"Ouch," Rongyin narrowed his eyes and stared at the movements of Yingluo and Hongli, and suddenly pretended to be uncomfortable and groaned.After hearing this, Hongli didn't care about Wei Yingluo, and hurriedly strode up to Rongyin.The court ladies who were scrambling to throw needles to beg for cleverness at the table hurriedly blessed themselves and saluted, "My servant pays my respects to the emperor."

Hongli didn't care about them, his eyes were full of his wife, the queen and the son in his womb.

"Yinyin, what's the matter? But you're not feeling well? Come, hurry up and declare the imperial physician!" Hongli asked worriedly with his big hand on Rongyin's abdomen.

"Your Majesty, there's no need." Rong Yin chuckled, pressing Hongli's hand to stop calming his nervousness.

"But the emperor is making trouble with you again." Seeing that Rong Yin was fine, Hongli showed his face and snuggled up beside Rong Yin.

Rongyin could only nod with a smile, and when she looked up, Yingluo had disappeared with the food box.Rong Yin breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing Hongli's happy face, he didn't feel worried.

Although Hongli can't be regarded as a romantic and passionate person, he is a man and even an emperor.He couldn't tolerate a rebellious and independent woman like Yingluo by his side, and he couldn't tolerate a woman who hadn't been conquered by him in his eyes.

Ying Luo, Rong Yin sighed softly in his heart.

Yingluo, who was missed by the empress but forgotten by the emperor, had already brought Qingxin lotus seed soup to the guard.When Fu Hengfang came back from duty, although he was sweating all over, he didn't smell like the usual guards.

Yingluo has visited many times and is already familiar with the door and the way. Knowing that her roommate Hai Lancha is not there, she just pushed the door open and entered.

"Shao..." Yingluo's voice stuck in her throat, and as soon as she entered the room, Fu Heng's naked body came into view.

The arms are muscular but not thick, with elegant and smooth lines.The back looks thin, but in fact it is very generous, giving Yingluo a sense of reliability and peace of mind. Being embraced by this shoulder, it is as if she has the whole world.

Yingluo was always eloquent, but Fu Heng also turned around and saw Yingluo, and his earlobes were flushed.

"I... I'm here to deliver lotus seed soup," Yingluo hurriedly turned her back and raised the food box in her hand.

"Thank you," Fu Hengwen suppressed the panic in his gentle voice. He put on his inner shirt as fast as he could in his life, buttoned it up, put on his outer shirt, put on his waistcoat, and said to Yingluo, "That's fine."

Yingluo's fair face was flushed red, her eyes were downcast on her embroidered shoes, and she quickly put the food box on the table.

Fu Heng calmed down slowly, the smile on the corner of his mouth and the red earlobes showed that he was not at peace.

"Today is the Qixi Festival, have you prepared a ceremony for me?" Fu Heng didn't drink the lotus seed soup, and stepped forward to grab Yingluo who wanted to escape.

Smiling again and again, with infinite elegance, he really deserves to be the famous young master of Fucha.

"Look," Fu Heng picked up a delicate and small box from the table, lifted Yingluo's hand and stuffed it into her white, tender and smooth hand.

Yingluo opened it curiously, and found a hairpin inside.The hairpin is translucent and white, made of high-quality suet white jade, which is warm and moist to the touch.The tail end is carved into a lotus shape with parallel pedicles, which is exquisite.

"This is your Tanabata gift," Fu Heng put Yingluo in a bun, and suet-white lotus flowers shone brightly in the black hair.

Yingluo's red and phoenix eyes were full of disbelief. She never thought that Fu Heng would be so attentive, and even specially prepared her Qixi Festival ceremony, which moved her to death.

"Bingdi lotus symbolizes auspiciousness. I wish you all the best. Jade is a hard and pure instrument, just like my heart for you." Fu Heng's brows and eyes are full of spring, and he looks at Yingluo with affectionate eyes.

Yingluo caressed the lotus hairpin, took it off suddenly, and stuffed it into Fu Heng's hand with a firm tone.

"Since the young master came from a famous family, Yingluo is just a servant girl. She was born in a coat, and she is not worthy of the young master's affection." Yingluo endured the heartache and rejected Fu Heng's affection.

Fu Heng shook his head, holding Yingluo's hands.

"Yingluo, I know what you're thinking."

"You, Wei Yingluo, will be my only wife, Fu Heng. I will protect you from the wind and rain, and bear all the gossip and gossip."

Yingluo stared at Fu Heng, and it was probably the happiest thing for a woman to get such a vow, let alone a nobleman like Fu Heng.

Yingluo held the hairpin in her hand, and said firmly and resolutely: "Fu Heng, remember your words, if you betray me, I will use this hairpin to insert myself into your chest!"

Fu Heng nodded, holding Yingluo's hand and putting the hairpin back in place.

"Where's my Qixi ceremony?" Fu Heng stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Here," Yingluo took out a delicately embroidered sachet from her sleeve, embroidered with bluestone, cloud and pine, floating clouds and flowing water.

Yingluo stretched out her hand and tied it around Fu Heng's waist with slender fingers.

"My concubine's heart is like a stone, my concubine's behavior is like a pine tree, and my concubine's mind is like water." Yingluo said to Fu Heng in a low voice.

Fu Heng's heart moved, and he hugged Yingluo tightly.

Fu Heng's empty heart has been filled, the regrets of his previous life have been made up, and it is enough to have a bosom lover in life.