Chapter 50 A Fragrance Returns to Dust

Lan Zhaorong really died, in Shuangli Garden.This news was brought by Xiao Xingzi early in the morning. At that time, I was doing my makeup in front of the mirror and starting a new day in my youth.But she ended her green years, but that's fine, this is the result she wanted. I don't know how she ended her life, but I just hope that she can turn into a ghost after she dies as she wished, and seek our lives.Although, I don't want to die yet, because I'm not sure that death will be better than life. When Concubine Wu came to Yueyang Palace, I was reciting scriptures in my hands. I was tired of being like this, living hypocritically behind a scripture.Although, I don't expect the protection of the Buddha, nor do I want to practice Buddhism and Zen, but it's just to pass the time and cover up my uneasy mood.

Concubine Wu sent me a pot of purple water lilies, which were kept in a celadon vase, and the purple lotus showed thin sharp horns.I know that another clean life will come into this chaotic world, and I can even conclude that she will regret it. Put it on the table, look at the water lily and smile: "Thank you sister for your kindness. I really like the color of this lotus. Although it is not like a white lotus, it is pure and flawless, nor is it like a pink lotus, which is charming and beautiful. This light purple is like Dreams stretch like dreams." Concubine Wu smiled and said: "Yes, I also love this color very much. It was Prince Xun who came to Pianran Palace a few days ago and brought me four pots. I think it's good, so I kept a pot of white for myself and gave the empress a pot. Big red, sister Ronghua is pink, I think this pot of purple is so unique, I gave it to my sister."

I opened the curtain in front of the window to let the sunlight in, and said with a smile, "I really thank my sister for her kindness. From now on, I will keep it in the warm pavilion, and it will be pleasing to the eye." Sitting down to drink tea and chat, Concubine Wu asked: "Sister, do you like playing chess?" "I just know a little bit, why, sister, how many games do you want to play with me?" I asked with a smile. "Well, that's what came to mind at this time." "Okay, let's play a few games." Saying this, I remembered seeing Yue Chenghuang and Mrs. Miaochen play chess in Cuimei Nunnery. It is extremely profound to taste life in chess.

The black and white chess pieces are as eye-catching as love and hate.It is said that there is no regret in playing chess, but is the life you have lived without regret? She is white and I am black.I have never liked black, but I think white is more worthy of her. She was calm, and I just treated her with a normal heart. Concubine Wu suddenly sighed: "Lan Zhaorong's scent returned to the dust last night, but I don't know where her hometown is." Holding a chess piece in my hand, I realized that at some point, I was trapped by Concubine Wu's chess piece. For a moment, I didn't know where it landed, and I was secretly shocked.Then I replied: "Yes, it's fine to go back, maybe that strand of soul can return to its hometown." I remembered Lan Zhaorong's words, if there is a soul, she will not be separated, she should be wandering in the harem, ask her for it looking for someone.

Concubine Wu stopped for a moment and asked, "Sister, do you believe that this matter is related to her?" "Whether it's related to her or not, it's a foregone conclusion, and it's impossible to change it." I felt a kind of sadness, an inexplicable sadness, all of this was caused by me.When I came to the palace, I saw the first person die, and her death was caused by me. Concubine Wu smiled shyly: "Yes, since it's a foregone conclusion, it's impossible to turn back, and since it's impossible, just follow the previous track to the end."

I have no regrets, and looking at the chessboard again, I think I lost, and there was no reason for the loss, and the loss was invisible.I have to admire Concubine Wu's chess skills, she looks gentle and gentle, but her moves are so neat and straightforward. I took a breath and said with a smile, "Sister, I have nowhere to go." Suddenly, she looked at the chessboard: "Oh, is that so?" I held up a sunspot and said with a smile: "Yes, my sister is indeed a master, I didn't know it before, it's my sister who is stupid." "Probably because you were distracted while we were talking, I was just lucky."

"It's okay, take a break, I'm afraid it will be the same if you play again, it's a foregone conclusion." I believe more and more that the game of chess is like life, if you make a mistake, you will lose your way, if you break through, you can see the dawn.Playing chess can also taste human temperament. In this game of chess, I was the weak one, and the concubine Wu was far better than me. Tasting tea, you can see the curling smoke rising in the sun, the plantains faintly outside the window, and the green bamboos rustling.Feeling in my heart, I chanted: "The peaks and ridges are emerald, and the morning sun is spreading. The dawn mist is empty and the mountains are far away. The breeze is blowing, and the jade under the pine is knocking on the scale. The incense rises in the furnace, and the smoke surrounds the piano and flute book table... Playing Zhou Tianyi's theory, unpredictable mystery , the chess falls, the meteor falls into the river. Sighing the world of mortals, the time is rushing, the personnel change, and the return to the firewood is broken. But as I wish, the long song is accompanied by the pine wind. But the floating name of the pavilion is blown away..."

The concubine danced with admiration: "It's such a light and refined word, my sister's "Song of the Cave Fairy" describes a poetic and picturesque scene of clouds and mountains, which makes people yearn for it, like walking into a fantasy and unable to come out. " I sighed softly: "Switch fleeting years secretly in one game of chess, throw away false fame when you wake up, the chess game changes without reason, and the depth of mystery is really beyond our comprehension." Concubine Wu sighed: "That's true, but when I woke up, it was still the same. What should have happened still happened, and what should be disputed still had to be disputed. Nothing can be forgotten, and nothing can be left to others."

I thought about it, and smiled: "Sister, we don't have to sigh. We live a day to day, and no one knows the future. Since we can't predict the future, why bother ourselves." Concubine Wu said in relief: "Yes, it's better to be drunk today." She raised the teacup and said with a smile: "Substituting tea for wine can be regarded as drunk once. It's better to be drunk than to be awake." I clinked glasses with her, drank it, and got drunk after only one cup. At dusk, there was a Fengluan Palace car waiting for me outside Yueyang Palace. I knew that Chunyi needed me tonight.

Sitting in front of the mirror, dressing and tracing eyebrows, putting on a touch of rouge and pearl powder, and wearing a plain white dress, in fact, you can't dress like this when you go to bed.But I think so, wearing a white dress is considered a kind of mourning.I'm probably the only one who mourns. A Zhaorong died in the palace, and there was no trace of sadness, because she died in the cold palace, and her life was thinner than paper. The warm wind is blowing slowly, and it is already late spring. You can hear the soft chirping of insects along the way, and you can also hear the sound of carp jumping when passing by the lake.I just don't understand why this woman in the harem has to live up to these good nights and moonlight nights, and plunge herself into the quagmire of those entanglements. In the end, she can't extricate herself, and her dreams come to nothing.

Is it just because of Chunyi, there is only one king in the world, he can love many people, and he can abandon many people, but many people can't abandon him. In Changle Palace, the red candles were weeping. I lay in Chunyi's arms, feeling an incomparably lonely feeling, as if I wanted to melt into his body, and wanted to escape.I could see that he was not in a good mood, his brows were furrowed, and he was like this all night. I sighed softly: "Forget it, just pretend she never came, forgetting is a good medicine, it can heal all wounds." He hugged me tightly: "Mei'er, many things can't just be forgotten, and I feel ashamed about this matter." I knew that he was merciful, so I leaned against him and comforted him: "Your Majesty, how can you blame you for this matter, she wants to die with all her heart, she has made up her mind to go, and she can't get her back." "But yesterday, if I had listened to you, all this would not be like this." He regretted. "The dead are gone, and regret is in vain." "I have ordered someone to bury her generously, but she died in Shuangli Garden, so it is not appropriate to waste it." "That's good, I hope she can be at peace..." My voice was extremely low, because I was not sure, I was not at all sure, I knew she would not be at peace, and her bleeding face appeared in my mind, pale. Chun Yi hugged me tightly, and said softly: "Sleep, sleep well in my arms, there will be no dreams tonight." I sighed softly and said to myself, there will be no dreams tonight. Dreaming in the palace has become a habit, just like the habit of rising and setting every day. Every day is consuming life.Let's spend it, so what if it's exhausted, don't they all say it's a demon?I can't overcome myself, this demon, I have to carry it. The nightmarish entanglement, the inseparable entanglement with this palace, is like a fixed place, firmly imprisoning me, I can't get rid of it, I can only sink again and again. When I woke up, it was already dawn, and Chun Yi beside me had already gone to court.Looking out of the window, the willows and warblers are twirling, and everything that happened last night is just a dream.I sank in the dream, just tired myself, but I couldn't hurt others at all. From Changle Palace to Danxia Palace, to Yueyang Palace, along the way, I heard those court ladies and eunuchs whispering together, with mysterious expressions on their faces, as if something even more novel than Lan Zhaorong's suicide happened in the palace. I asked Qiuxi, and Qiuxi said she didn't know. It's better to go back to Yueyang Palace first to see what news Xiaoxingzi and the others have.