Chapter 101 Looking for a delicate fragrance in the snow

In the backyard of Cuimei Nunnery, Huafan, Wufei and I were admiring plum blossoms in the snow.It seems that the snow in Cuimei Temple is clean, falling among the clean black tiles, among the plum blossoms in the courtyard, on the jagged stones, and in the gurgling stream. Concubine Wu, Xie Ronghua, and Gu Wanyi walked in front, and I walked behind with my hand holding the painting fan. The snowflakes were fluttering, like a dream awakened in the new spring. The painting fan looked at me, and said with a heartache: "Sister, you have lost a lot of weight, have you encountered many unsatisfactory things?"

I looked up at Feixue, a snowflake fell into my eyes, there was a cold sting.Sighing softly: "There is no dissatisfaction, and there is no success, everything just goes like this." Turning his eyebrows to look at her, he asked, "Sister, how about you? Are you okay?" Huafan smiled faintly: "Me? I'm still in Fireworks Lane, like duckweed floating on the water, with no direction and no harbor, I don't know where to go, and I don't know where is the end." I stretched out my hand, trying to hold up the fluttering snowflakes, so as not to fall into the dust, but it had already melted into the palm of my hand, into cold water, into tears.I suddenly had a thought in my mind, could I bring the painting fan into the palace and be Chunyi's concubine? Chunyi also had a brief acquaintance with Huashan. I met Chun Yi when I was young.After thinking about it, this idea is too naive. Does the emperor want to choose a painting fan to enter the palace after marrying me, a firework girl?In fact, I really want to be able to enter the palace by painting fans. It’s better to have someone to rely on, than to be reduced to fireworks, drinking and laughing all day long.Secondly, you can also accompany me, we sisters get along in the palace, so we don't have to miss each other so much.

"Sister, what are you thinking about?" The painting fan called me. I came back to my senses and smiled at her: "It's nothing, just looking at the snow, it's so beautiful, it reminds me a lot." Plum blossoms bloom proudly in the snow, with a quiet and cold fragrance, each of which contains a story.We walked on the thick snow, walked through the shadows of flowers and snow, immersed in the beauty of this ice. Concubine Wu turned her head, looked at Huafan and said with a smile: "Sister Huafan, in fact, I have heard about your name for a long time, and it has already been spread all over Jinling, including the harem, and many people know about you."

Hua Fan turned his eyebrows to look at me, smiled, and asked, "Is there any? Sister?" I was stopped by her question, I didn't seem to hear much, I looked puzzled, I wanted to tell her that I didn't know, but I was afraid that this would make Concubine Wu look bad.He smiled and said: "Of course there are." In fact, I have never interacted with people, except for the concubine Wu and Xie Ronghua, although the rest of the people would come to my Yueyang Palace to sit for a while, but most of them were because of the emperor. Pet me, they always come with some purpose that I don't like.Moreover, I ordered the people in Yueyang Palace not to talk nonsense outside, causing me a lot of unnecessary troubles, so I still don't know many things, even if they know, they will hide it for fear of being punished by me.And I don't remember whether I mentioned the painting fan in front of Xie Ronghua. I probably didn't. exhausted.

Huafan walked towards Concubine Wu, and said politely: "Thank you, sister Xue, for your appreciation. Huafan is just a prostitute, and there is really nothing to praise, but your name is like thunder to my ears." The distance is very close, indeed, in this Cuimei Temple, there is no need to be so divided. Concubine Wu asked with great interest: "Sister Huafan, why did you come up with such a thunderous talk?" Huafan smiled and said: "Last time I heard sister Meiwan talk about you. You are a peerless person, as graceful as a dancer, and she loves her as a sister. After entering the palace, you will take care of me very much. Afterwards, there are also some princes and princes in Yingxue Tower and the court... The important people who are officials will mention the concubine Wu, and they will talk about how magnificent and graceful the dance is." Huafan called my eyebrows, very kindly, I did mention Concubine Wu in front of her, but when did Concubine Wu become? The topic that those people in Firework Lane were talking about.Will the painting fan make Concubine Wu unhappy by saying this?However, it is true that there are many romantic and refined customers in Fireworks Lane, not all vulgar ones.

I hurriedly echoed: "Yes, that's the case. Yingxue Tower is the most elegant pavilion in Fireworks Lane, because Sister Huashan has won the oiran for several years in succession. Most of the people who enter Yingxue Tower are the children of princes and many celebrities. Go there Playing the piano, composing poems, tasting tea and listening to music, it’s so elegant. Elder sister Xue is the most beloved dancing concubine in front of the emperor. She is heavenly and beautiful, and the most important thing is your graceful dancing posture. His name is like thunder." I said all this in one breath, as if I was explaining what Huafan said. In fact, people who can talk about it in Fireworks Lane are not necessarily contemptible people. I believe that what Huafan heard The dancing concubines who came here must have appreciated her beauty.

Concubine Wu didn't seem to mind, and she still had a soft smile on her face: "Well, so I am a celebrity too, and sister Mei is even more amazing. The oiran back then is now the queen of the harem, the beauty of the city, There must be countless people who know about it." What Concubine Wu said, I couldn't tell whether it was admiration or something else, but since we are like sisters, I shouldn't think about it. Xie Ronghua came over and said with a smile: "You are all celebrities now, famous in the capital, but I am the only one who is unknown, but this is good, I live a relaxed and comfortable life."

Gu Wanyi gently shook off the plum snow on a branch, and said with a soft smile: "I am also unknown, but I am willing to live an ordinary life like this, because I can't do it, so I am willing." Does Gu Wanyi's words also imply a little helplessness? ?People are like this, what you get will always be a burden, and what you don't get will be regretful.Maybe we are not such eager for quick success, but many times we are not exempt. I smiled lightly: "All of this is really not important. In fact, we all know in our hearts that what we care about is really not these things. Everyone has a sustenance in their hearts, and what they care about is the people and things they entrust." In fact, I am very confused, what are the so-called entrusted people and things? Do things include fame and fortune?Concubine Wu always hopes that she can die brilliantly. Her splendor is not fame or wealth, but her love with Chunyi.

Xie Ronghua stood under the plum tree, looked up at the snowflakes all over the sky, and said happily: "We are here to enjoy the plum blossoms on the snow. We will talk about these topics in the wing room later, and now we will concentrate on enjoying the plum blossoms." Concubine Wu nodded in praise and said: "Yes, this land of plum and snow is really beautiful." After she finished speaking, she looked at Huafan and said, "I have heard for a long time that Huafan's younger sister is talented, and she won the oiran several times. Sing a sentence in the snow, let us taste it."

The painting fan shook his hand lightly: "No, no, I heard from sister Meiwan that you often recite poems in the palace. My petty skills are really hard to be refined. Besides, there are too many lines chanting Meixue. Let me repeat them." It's hard to write new sentences." I nodded and said: "That's true. I have chanted thousands of lines on plum blossoms, but I still don't think there are any good ones. Today we should stop chanting poems and just walk in the wind and snow and chat casually. it is good." Concubine Wu smiled and said: "Okay, today I will spare the talented girl who painted the fan, but I still want to listen to you playing the piano and chanting lines later, and see your demeanor as an oiran."

The painting fan smiled and said: "Okay, then I will show my shame." Xie Ronghua breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's fine if you don't recite poems. Recently, I have become more and more distracted. My mind is empty all day long. It's so hard to come to the nunnery for a few days and recite poems." Gu Wanyi smiled and said: "As the saying goes, poetry is easy to write, but sentences are hard to write. Sometimes, I also want to be relaxed and leisurely, and sometimes I am eager to express my feelings in poetry." I held the hand of the painting fan, and said with a smile: "Sister, since we don't want to write poetry, and it's rare for us sisters to get together, why don't we chat for a while and enjoy the picturesque scenery." Concubine Wu, Xie Ronghua and Gu Wanyi strolled in the snow, intoxicated by the flying snow all over the sky. And Huafan and I walked through the snowy path and came to a stone bridge without being surprised. Under the bridge is Meihuaxi.These three words will bring back painful memories in me.The stream is gurgling, and the snowflakes fall into the water and melt, just like the ashes of the smoke screen in the old year, it melts when it falls into the water, and there is no trace of it. I sighed, "Sister, do you know?" Hua Fan looked at the running water and turned his head: "Huh? Sister, what's the matter?" I sighed deeply: "Yanping, Yanping's bones are buried here." She looked surprised: "Smoke screen?" I nodded: "Yes, Yanping, the Yanping who Xuankui saved back then is also Yin Xianxian's Yanping." Hua Fan sighed softly: "After all, she is still going to die. I think you saved her back then, but now she is still leaving you." I looked at the painting fan and asked, "Sister, you should know about the assassination on Shenglong Street, right? It was Yanping who blocked the sword for me that day. She didn't owe me anything, and she has already paid back what she owed me." Hua Fan regretted: "It's a pity that she is at such a good age. She and her sister still have fate, but the fate is only so long, so sister don't need to be sad. Her departure may be the best destination." Said, "I know about the assassination on Shenglong Street. Later, I found out from Yue Chenghuang that you are fine, so I am relieved." Huafan's words moved me, and when I was assassinated, she still asked about my news. The words showed concern for me. I held the hand of the painting fan tightly: "It's hard for my sister to be so affectionate. I often miss my sister in the palace, but in the harem, brocade books are hard to entrust. It's even better than you are outside the palace. You can be more free." Huafan sighed: "I really miss the days when I was with my sister. I am in Yingxue Tower, and you are in Miyuedu. We often communicate with each other on weekdays, and we can discuss with you what happens. But now, only I can dress alone." I asked, "Did my sister meet any other close friends? For example, Concubine Wu and Xie Ronghua, whom I knew well in the palace." Huafan shook his head lightly: "Sister, it's hard to find a confidant, especially in a place like Firework Lane. But I have gotten closer to the new oiran, the sister Liu Wuping you mentioned, in the past few months. She is also a unique woman, and now she is very likable in Chunliuyuan." The woman in the light skirt and the green shirt appeared in my mind, like a weak willow supporting the wind, charming and charming, the woman who sang "Willows hanging by the riverside on the road, he bowed towards Mo Jie Acacia".I looked at the painting fan and said with a smile: "Well, this Liu Wuping has left a deep impression on me. I always remember it. It is a happy thing for my sister to be able to associate with her." Xie Ronghua, Wu Fei and the others came over and said with a smile: "It's time to go back, if you stay any longer, you will freeze to death, you go back to the wing room and have a detailed chat." I looked at their blue and purple complexions, nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back to the wing." Sticking to the hand of fan painting, we bid farewell to the flying snow plum blossoms, and go to find another warm dream, which belongs to the Zen dream of Cuimei Temple.