Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Sauvignon Blanc

My mind finally couldn't hold on after being so cold-hearted and disheartened.The body became weaker and weaker, and the old disease did not heal. After all, he fell ill under the attack of the new disease and the old disease.The illness was not severe, it was just a lingering sickness. No one knows about this disease except those close to him.During these days, Xuan Ling never called me again, nor did he step into Tangli Palace again.In this way, I gradually became uninterested, and fell silent in the hustle and bustle of the harem. At first, many people in the palace had a cold-eyed attitude towards Lingrong's deep favor.In their eyes, Ling Rong didn't come from a noble background, a rich family background, a cowardly person, and his appearance was only above average, not very beautiful. Yu's is not much different.So they calculated that Xuan Ling's interest in her would gradually fade within two months.However, Lingrong's shyness and unique Xiaojiabiyu's gentleness made Xuanling fall in love with her even more.Concubine Murong and I were silent, and for a while, Ling Rong could be regarded as a thriving beauty in the palace.

Tangli Palace is truly "cold in the Qingqiu Festival", the gate of the palace is cold and quiet, except for Wen Shichu, no other imperial physician is willing to come and treat me easily.In the past, the court ladies and eunuchs, who were becoming more and more powerful, also avoided it.In the past, Murong Shilan's Mixiu Palace and my Tangli Palace were the two most lively places in the palace.Now that they have calmed down together, it looks like everything is damaged. My Tangli Palace became more and more lonely.The courtyard is silent, and the gate of the vermilion palace is often closed during the day.The once crowded city has long been transferred to Minseju, where Lingrong lives now.In my garden, the sparrows flying down from the branches are the ones that come the most.The concubines still communicate with each other, but it's just Concubine Jing and Meizhuang.The palace people gradually got used to this kind of solitude, so they took a handful of millet and sprinkled it in the courtyard, attracting the birds to peck for fun.As time passed, the birds became more courageous, and dared to jump on the palm of a person to peck and eat.There are these chirping birds singing all day long, but it is not very quiet.

Since that day when I accidentally heard the words of Ling Rong and Xuan Ling, my heart was cold, and my longing and anticipation gradually disappeared.If you don't see each other, then don't see each other.Mausoleum is naturally busy, busy serving the driver, busy with the banquet, busy embellishing the night of singing and dancing with his own singing.Naturally, there would be no words of persuasion like what he said to Xuan Ling that day.Only occasionally, Ming Juqing sent some snacks to express that he still remembered my sister who was ill. When Mei Zhuang came to see me, he was always silent.Often accompany me quietly for most of the day, looking at me with an unspeakable look, with a complicated expression.

Finally one day, I asked, "Why does my sister always look at me like this?" She smiled slightly: "I was just thinking, what would it be like if you were truly discouraged by the emperor?" I asked back: "Sister, do you think I haven't lost heart and despair towards the emperor?" She said lightly: "What do you think? If you give up on the emperor, how can you still be lingering in your illness?" I was speechless, and said for a moment: "I really hope I can never see him again." Mei Zhuang smiled lightly, then shook his head after being silent: "You are different from me. My relationship with the emperor is shallow, so he grounded me and ignored me, so I can understand his coldness and unreliability better. So even after I regain my favor, he is just dispensable to me, and I don't need to care too much." Mei Zhuang stared into my eyes: "You are different from me."

I asked her in a low voice, and also asked myself: "Is it because I have more affection for the emperor than you?" "If you have no intentions for the emperor, just like me today, I will not be sad at all because of his words or his affairs." She paused, and said softly: "Actually, you also understand that the emperor is not indifferent to you." Mind." I smiled slightly, and looked out the window, "It's just that his thoughts, except state affairs, are almost all on Ling Rong's heart." I looked down at my plain white nails, which had a transparent paleness under the light.The drizzle is gurgling outside the curtain, and the autumn is fading.The continuous cold raindrops fell on the broad, withered and yellow sycamore leaves, and there was a blunt, rapid sound.I said: "How can I say that Ling Rong also had a relationship with us, even though she acted differently, I just have to be on guard, do I really want to run up to fight her tit for tat? I don't bother to do it. What's more, the emperor, Seems to like her more."

There was an indifferent smile in Mei Zhuang's eyes: "When you were proud, you helped Lingrong get favored. Did she help you when she was proud? If she helped you, why would you need to fight for favor? If she didn't help you, you would be lonely Is it in the death palace of lonely old man?" She snorted softly, "What's more, the emperor likes you more today and her more tomorrow, and there is never a time to rest assured. What we women want to fight for is not just that little bit Do you like it more than others? If you don't fight, then the likes will become less and less, and finally he will forget that you are still there."

I just quietly looked at the chrysanthemums under the window that were rotten and blackened by the rain. The wind was strong at night, and yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. It was not only her, Li Yi'an, but also me, Zhen Huan.What's more, Yi An has Zhao Mingcheng to miss.As for me, if I think about the beauty of the past, what follows is my disappointment and sadness for him. Perhaps, as Mei Zhuang said, I haven't completely given up on Xuan Ling.If you completely give up your heart, then the disappointment and sadness will not hurt so much. Mei Zhuang said: "You have longing for the emperor and longing for affection, so you are so sad, and you are more worried about who he likes. If you have no heart for the emperor, then you will not be sad, but you will wholeheartedly pursue it." Get him more likes. People who don't care will not waste time there sad."

I smiled blankly: "Meizhuang, am I stupid? I expected some pure warmth and love in the palace, and I expected it from our supreme king." Mei Zhuang thought for a moment, her lips were pursed into a beautiful arc, and she said slowly for a long time: "What if I am as stupid as you?" She turned her head, her sadness dispersed like water, and said with a casual smile: "Maybe I am more stupid than you." Stupid. There is a person in this world who is stupider than you, and that is me." I looked at Meizhuang in amazement, maybe the Meizhuang at this moment is no longer the Meizhuang I am familiar with and know.Maybe at a certain moment, she had her change, but I didn't notice it.

I stepped forward to hold her hand and said softly, "Sister?" She said: "Huan'er, you can be sad, but don't be sad for too long, there are too many sad people in this palace, don't let you be one more." Incomplete petals, finally she turned her head and said: "If you are still sad like this, then you will only be a sad person forever." I was sick in bed every day, and there was continuous cold rain, so I didn't bother to get up, anyway, there were not many people in the palace.That day, I was lying on the bed bored, but I heard outside that it was Princess He of Runan who came.

To my surprise, I only met her once, and her husband, King Runan, is the person behind Concubine Murong.Now that I am being left out in the cold, why should she come to visit a concubine who is out of favor and sick.So just as she was about to send someone to refute the dismissal, Concubine He came in by herself. She just smiled gently, chose a seat to sit close to me and said: "Today I came here to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager, and I went to visit the Empress again. I didn't want to hear that the Empress is not feeling well, so I came here specially to visit the Empress."

I stroked my face hastily. I didn’t wash my face properly during my illness. Naturally, my complexion was gloomy. I couldn’t get up at all. I just tilted my head and said, “I’m laughing at the princess. I shouldn’t see people when I’m sick. I don’t want the princess to come suddenly. It’s really disappointing.” instrument." She was fine, she just glanced at my flat waist under the plain quilt, turned away and sighed slightly.Such a considerate gesture from her made me feel like a thorn in my heart.She said: "It's just that I haven't seen your concubine for three or four months, so..." I forced a smile: "Thank you, Princess, for your concern." I really avoid her in my heart, after all her husband and Concubine Murong are in the same breath, so he only treats her superficially.She didn't sit too long, and just said: "Your Majesty, please take good care of your body." Before leaving, she pointed to the table: "This box of century-old ginseng is a little wish from my concubine, I hope your empress can take it to nourish your body." I took a look and said, "Thank you for your kindness." Concubine He smiled slightly, turned her head and said, "If your empress has any taboos in her heart, it's fine if you want to throw them away." In this way, I couldn't say anything, so I could only say: "How could it be? The concubine is supercilious." However, when she left, I just put the things on the shelf. Two days later, the rain that had been falling for half a month finally stopped at dusk.After the rain, the light drops of water fall from the leaves, and there is also a long-lost sweet smell in the air. The moon rises from the willow tree in the east, just a silvery white hook, as slender as a woman's beautiful eyebrow.I was in a good mood, so I ordered someone to take "Long Lovesickness" in the courtyard and play the piano that month, which is also an elegant thing. Since I was ill, I seldom have such thoughts anymore. With such thoughts, Huanbi Liuzhu and the others will not be offended.The low-brow letter procedure continued, pointing out that it was unintentional, but what was revealed was her hidden thoughts. Sauvignon Blanc breaks the heart.The sun is about to fade away, the flowers contain smoke, and the moon is as bright as a plain, worrying and sleepless.Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Column, and the Shuqin wanted to play the mandarin duck strings.This song is intended to be passed on by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.Yijun is far away across the blue sky. In the past, Hengbomu was now a fountain of tears.If you don't believe me, my concubine will be heartbroken, and I will come back to see the mirror. Li Bai is so free and unrestrained, does he also have such a longing for love?Whether what he longs for, like me, is also such a sweet memory with some bitterness.Just like Shanglin Xinghua on that day, and the encounter on that day.Even if I am sad to the end, I will never forget it.After all, that day, when he came from the apricot blossoms all over the sky, it was the first time that I was so moved by a man. In the past, Hengbomu is now a fountain of tears. Between the tears falling and not falling, I am in a dilemma. Concubine Shu's piano name is "Long Lovesickness".I can't help but wonder how beautiful it must have been in the palace in the old days, on a spring night, when the flowers were full and the moon was full, her qin and the late emperor's "Long Xiangshou" flute echoed each other.This kind of lovesickness will not be the broken and unbearable lovesickness like I am today.It's a pity that there has always been only one concubine Shu in this palace, and only one late emperor. His mind was depressed, his fingers wandered back and forth on the silk-like strings, and he only played the upper fret continuously.Xia Que is powerless. Just as the strings were stopped, there was a faint sound of a flute in the distance, which was played in the lower half of the flute. Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.Luowei's autumn cries at Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the color is cold.The lonely lamp was lost in thought, and rolled up the curtain to look at the moon and sky and sighed.A beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds, with the long blue sky above and the waves of Lushui below.The sky is far away, the soul flies away, and the dream soul does not reach Guanshan. Far away, such a slight and vague flute sound seems to be lingering, leisurely and faint, and it is extraordinarily moving.I asked the people beside me if they had ever heard the sound of the flute, but they all looked blank.I almost suspected that I had heard it wrong, but when I turned my eyes, I saw Huanbi's face enthralled, and I was overjoyed, and asked, "Did you hear that too?" Huanbi was obviously focused, and it took a moment to react, "Huh?" and said, "It seems to be very similar to the piece that Miss just played." After all, what I played was lost in melancholy, and I lost the deep-rooted lovesickness.Listening to that person playing at this moment, the emotion in the flute is ten times higher than mine. I got up unconsciously, stood by the door and listened for a while. The sound of the flute was long and clear, swaying and swaying, three times and nine times. In the quiet night, it was like a warm spring day, and I felt that the depression in my heart was much more comfortable.Accompanying the nightingale's dripping and rounding sound from time to time in the courtyard, it is as crisp as big and small beads pouring straight into the jade plate. I sat down upright again, waved my hands familiarly, and the clear and mellow tone slipped out from my fingers, and there was a three-point real yearning in that song. The sound of the flute over there seems to be closer, and I can hear it much more clearly.I turned the strings according to its beat to keep up with the tune, so that when the zithers and flutes played together, my mind was only focused on how to harmonize, and I temporarily forgot the accumulated unhappiness.The sound of the piano is gentle, the sound of the flute is empty, and the strength of the song is also peaceful, lingering as if telling a heart song.For a while, Liu Jiaohuayan was not surprised by the dewdrops, and even the moonlight lingered to cover her, and she couldn't bear to leave.The two long timbres echoed in the distant intersecting clouds and shadows, playing straight to the breeze, the dew is clear and the frost is bright, the moon shadow is shaking, Shanshan is lovely, only the lingering sound is lingering in the courtyard, and even the nightingale has stopped singing . After the song fell, Jinxi smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I heard your mother play such a good piano." I asked, "Have you still not heard the flute?" Jinxi turned her ear and said, "I seemed to hear something just now, but it was very vague and not real." I didn't expect it, and said: "I don't know which lady or young master in the palace can play such a good flute." So as soon as he pushed the piano and got up, Huanbi had already taken the cloak in his hand, his eyes were full of anticipation, I knew her He said, "You were also moved by the sound of the flute, weren't you?" Huanbi smiled unconsciously and said, "Miss, do you want to go out for a walk?" The moonlight shines all the way to the winding nine-turn corridor.The ancients walked on the snow to find plums and smell the fragrance of plums. I went to find the flute player by sound, and what I relied on was only the clear and intermittent sound like a wisp of a secluded spring, and it was just such a slight wisp.Huanbi and I stepped on the shallow clear light, gradually drifting away. In the depths of the corridor, a man in plain clothes held a purple flute, looked up at the moon slightly, and played it gently.His brows are stretched, his expression is leisurely and elegant, standing against the wind, he looks very happy. When I saw who that person was, I was taken aback, knowing that something was wrong, but when I looked at Huanbi, she also looked surprised.I wanted to stop, but then I thought, he is kind to me in times of crisis.Then he stepped forward slowly and nodded to him.When Huanbi saw him, he also smiled, and went up to the front and was blessed.But I was slightly surprised: what Huanbi did was just a common courtesy.Before I could think too much, Huanbi had already retreated. Xuan Qing's gaze stayed on my face for a moment, then turned away quickly, and said: "You have lost a lot of weight." I smiled: "At this time of year, the wind is blowing from the west, so it is natural for people to be thinner than Huang Hua." With pity in his eyes, he flicked gently.At this time, I couldn't bear and couldn't accept such a gaze.So he backed away two steps, straightened his clothes and folded his sleeves, and said straightly: "That day, the prince saved my palace from danger with righteousness, I will remember it in my heart, and I am very grateful." Hearing what I said, he was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were a little bright, and he said: "Does your concubine have to be so estranged with Qing? It's a pity that what happened that day still can't keep your concubine's child." Everyone said that the reason why King Qinghe broke into Mixiu Palace to save me was because I was Xuanling's favorite concubine, and saving me was just to flatter Xuanling.That's why I was willing to bother to add flowers to my birthday, and now it's time to send charcoal in the snow.To put it nicely, it's just for the sake of the emperor's heir in my womb.Only I understand that his breaking into the palace is not just that.But no matter what, he was the only one in the palace to offer such a generous helping hand. I smiled frankly: "Although I am down and down today, I am definitely not an ungrateful person. If there is any inconvenience for the prince in the future, I will definitely help you with all my strength." He couldn't help laughing: "It's really awkward to hear you call yourself 'Bengong'." He quickly turned serious: "The purpose of helping your concubine is not in exchange." I nodded slightly, "Maybe an exchange is safer for me." He said: "I hope that Qing is not among them. Qing also hopes that your concubine is well. Because... Qing regards your concubine as a confidant." He paused, and then said: "This place is desolate, why did your concubine come here?" We smiled, pointed to the purple flute in his hand and said: "Who does the lord think is the person who just played the piano?" He smiled knowingly: "Qing's selfish guess might be your concubine." I smiled lightly and said: "My lord, do you believe that there is a heart-to-heart in this world?" The question was very gentle, but there was a sharp edge hidden. His figure stood Xiaoxiao in the cold and white moonlight, and his slender silhouette added a bit of warmth and tranquility.He didn't notice my intention, and said seriously: "I really believe it." He is so serious and sincere, but I feel a little guilty, why must he say it.However, the words were out of my mouth, so I had to continue, "That's why the prince knew that I was trapped in Mixiu Palace at the right time, so he came to rescue me." The words were a bit sharp, but he silently faced each other, "Actually..." I turned my head away and said softly: "I know that the prince is doing this for my own good, but I have frequent private contacts with my close maid, if it gets out, it will not benefit the prince himself." There was a trace of cool joy in his eyes, and he said: "Thank you for your concern." I was grateful for his understanding, as if a hand brushed across my heart very quickly and gently, but I joked: "It's really nothing. If someone else finds out, I will give her to the prince as a favor." Be a concubine." He coughed, looked at me and said, "It's fine if your concubine is joking. If it's true, then Qing has no choice but to be puzzled." I raised my sleeves and smiled, thought for a while and said, "How could the prince appear here tonight?" He said: "Brother Huang has a banquet, and the princes and nobles are all there." I couldn't help chuckling: "Has the prince escaped from the banquet again?" He also smiled: "This is a usual thing." He hesitated a little, and asked: "The An Xiaoyuan sitting next to the emperor seems to have known him before." I said softly, "It's the old Anmei." He rested his hand on the mottled red-painted railing casually: "Is that so? Then An Xiaoyuan's singing voice has improved a lot, but the downside is that she has lost her own flavor." I asked back: "The most important thing is that the emperor likes it, isn't it?" He seemed to be reminiscing about my words, turned to look at me, and said quietly: "The sound of the piano just now leaked your thoughts." I bowed my head, the night came and the wind passed, and I was in my clothes.I did lose a lot of weight, and my wide butterfly sleeves were blown up by the wind like drifting snow returning to the wind.I defended in a low voice: "It's just a tune." He said: "The song can reach people's hearts, it is true for you, and it is true for me." I felt a pain in my heart, thinking of the meaning, I felt sour in my eyes.But I don't want to cry in front of him again.I know that when I cry, it is not just me who is sad.So, I raised my head, raised it again, forced the tears back into my eyes, and then maintained a faint, forced smile. He stared at me intently, his eyes were smooth and full of sadness, and he raised his hand unconsciously, as if he wanted to caress my temple hair.I was stunned, and my heart was full of blank fear.I just feel that the surroundings are so quiet, there is an osmanthus flower beside me, and occasionally the wind blows, and I can almost clearly hear the sound of the fine osmanthus falling to the ground.The moonlight is not very bright, but this faint light falls on my hanging hair at the temples, shining a black and cold luster, which seems to block his warmth towards me.I was startled, my whole life, body, hair and skin have already belonged to Xuan Ling along with my title.Thinking of this, his expression froze. He also understood that when his hand rested an inch on my temple, it froze into a stiff gesture. I quickly turned away from looking at him.After all, the atmosphere was a little bitter.I casually searched for a topic and said, "What is this place? It's so desolate." He was a little far away from me, and his voice sounded a bit vague: "This is the Buddhist hall of Empress Zhaoxian in the past." After a while, he said: "My mother and concubine used to be punished and knelt here." The Empress Dowager Zhaoxian was the aunt of the late Emperor Longqing. The late Emperor's biological mother, the Empress Zhaohui, died young.Later, the mother and son turned against each other because of Concubine Shu's entry into the palace.Soon after, it was discovered that the death of Empress Dowager Zhaohui was ordered by Empress Zhaoxian, just to seize the former emperor and keep her position as empress dowager.After the death of the Empress Dowager Zhaoxian, the first emperor strictly ordered that only the title of the Empress Dowager should be granted.The place where the Empress Dowager Zhaoxian lives is also deserted and desolate, and no one takes care of it anymore. As the night grew cooler, a jackdaw perched on a tree occasionally gave a strange cry, breaking the silence.In deep autumn, the frost and dew are heavy, and the long sleeves of the skirt and sleeves have been soaked in the cold.I turned around and left, saying: "The emperor has a banquet, the prince is inconvenient to come out for a long time, it's due to inappropriate etiquette." He nodded, and only slowly picked out a bright little song and played it to me.The tune is joyful, but to my ears, I feel very lonely. The corners of the skirt drag the light dust accumulated on the corridor, as if sweeping away something else.I suddenly felt warm on my face, just like the warmth and moistness of his tears falling on my cheeks when I fell asleep that day, the faint but clear sense of touch.Walking far away to the last corner, I caught a glimpse of him still standing there, only sending me away with the sound of a flute, and the faint sadness in his eyes, I couldn't believe that I was wrong. The road of Yongxiang is long and deserted, blocked by high palace walls on both sides, and you can faintly hear the sound of singing and dancing in the front hall brought by the cool breeze.Huanbi and I were not walking fast, and the long shadows of the two of us were reflected on the bluestone slabs of Yongxiang, almost overlapping each other, as if they were one person. I was choosing how to speak in my belly, after thinking about it, I asked her directly: "When did you start your relationship with the six kings?" Huanbi was startled, speechless for a while, and was about to kneel down in a hurry.I hurriedly supported her and said: "The eldest sister is talking to you now, you can say what you want, or you don't want to." She lowered her head and said, "I didn't intend to hide it from my elder sister." I said: "But did it start when I was born?" Seeing her acquiescing, I said again: "No wonder you always refused to let me go boating in Taiye Pond, because he told you to surprise me." I think Confused her: "Then you were the one who asked the Six Kings for help when I was trapped in Mixiu Palace that day?" Huanbi nodded: "Aunt Jinxi accompanied the eldest sister in Mixiu Palace, so naturally she couldn't find an opportunity to escape. At that time, the Empress Dowager was seriously ill, and there was no one in the palace who could make decisions for the eldest sister, so I had to go boldly to find the prince." "Then how many times did you come and go?" "There were only two times, one after the elder sister became pregnant, and the other two days ago. The prince didn't say anything else, he only asked me to take good care of the elder sister." I sighed in a low voice: "He has a heart." Huanbi said: "Why did the eldest sister suddenly ask today, but the prince told the elder sister?" I shook my head slightly: "It's not. It's just that when you met the Six Kings just now, it was a common courtesy. If you hadn't met him privately on weekdays, how could you be doing a common courtesy instead of a big one when you saw him suddenly?" Huanbi blushed and said, "I was negligent." I whispered: "My status and status are embarrassing now. If you have frequent contacts with the prince, it will be of no benefit to the prince or to us. Don't say goodbye in private." Huanbi pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay." Yongxiang was very quiet, and one could hear the faint sound of skirt folds touching when walking.The singing in the front hall was blown by the wind, soft and clear, it was the mausoleum singing, and it was singing "Ode to Nagato". I stopped and listened for a while, then smiled blankly, how could she understand the grievances of Chen Ajiao, who is trapped in the Nagato, with her favor today?So they still took Huanbi's hand and went back together. Late at night in the palace, it was so lonely and lively.Whose playing the piano stirs up the lingering sentimental thoughts in the mist and quietness; and whose singing sings away the accumulated sadness under the beautiful face.