Chapter 20 Concubine Mei

Concubine Mei, surnamed Jiang, surnamed Caiping, native of Putian, Wanli Nengwen, at the beginning of the Kaiyuan period, Gao Lishi envoys Minyue to choose her back, she is greatly favored by her, she loves Mei, the emperor named her Concubine Mei, made Yang Concubine, fell out of favor, and approached Shang Yang Palace, the emperor thinks of it every time.Huiyi sent tribute beads, but he ordered a dendrobium to be given to his concubine, but he refused, thanked him with a poem, and the purpose of the poem was sad. Concubine Mei, I always wonder what kind of woman you are. When three thousand white-headed official women sat idle talking about the year of Tianbao, when a catastrophe strangled Yang Yuhuan and aged Tang Minghuang, and when Li Guinian, a musician in the teaching workshop (who once shook the Chenxiang Pavilion with music, purple peonies!) in the flower-falling season in the south of the Yangtze River, at that time, how coldly did you look at Chang'an.

Concubine Mei, Jiang Caiping, you are a wish that Chinese people yearn for so painfully, you are the beauty in pain, the flame in despair, you are a tripod in the temple, a wisp of smoke on the tripod, there is nothing to rely on , but it is so real, and it has become the center of faith for so long. Once, Tang Minghuang belonged to you. Once, Tang Minghuang was a good emperor who belonged to the "Tianbao" reign title. Once upon a time, the plum blossoms in the garden formed a fragrant cloud. But, once upon a time, Yang Yuhuan entered the palace relying on favor, and on July 7th, the Palace of Longevity, the vowed soft words, could have been gifted to any eardrum. You have moved to Shangyang Palace, where the moss is green and the curtains are silent.There is no more eunuch running around to send messages, no more maids serving banquets, just turning around suddenly like this, checking the universe of the ages, a century of life experience, the only thing that is so real and existing is yourself, the little attachment to life in your heart.

A scholar dies for a confidant, if the confidant is not available, how can a scholar not be a scholar? A woman is the face of someone who pleases herself. If you can't meet someone who pleases you, beauty is still beautiful. It is Wang Youcheng's poem, "There is no one in Jianhu, and they bloom and fall one after another." In the universe, there are always billions of beauties growing, shining, completing, and engraving their own names in eternity.Whether others know it or not, others admit it or not. Day after day, the little servant girl enthusiastically told: Over there, in order to conceal the fact that she is the concubine of Shou Wang, Yang Yuhuan temporarily became a monk and became a female Taoist priest under the name Taizhen.

Over there, Concubine Taizhen gave Huaqing Pool a bath. Over there, Concubine Yang made up a neon dress and feather dance. Over there, they were having a drink at a small banquet in the spring garden. Over there, the elder brother of the imperial concubine became the prime minister. Over there, the elder sister of the noble concubine named Mrs. Guo Guo, and she rode straight through the palace gate. Over there, there is a popular saying among the people: "A man does not make a marquis' daughter a concubine, but a daughter is a door-to-door." Over there, men love women. there,……

As for Concubine Mei, I always wonder, what kind of woman are you? Those stories are passed on like that, passed on, you listen indifferently, your eyes are as cold and frosty as plum blossoms, you faintly feel that the catastrophe is coming, the glory and beauty of the Tianbao Year is coming to an end, like a ball being torn from the brocade. Broken embroidery thread cut out. One day, that blushing face will wither in the dust and mud, and Nie Yuan is doomed to be a tragedy from the very beginning. One day, Emperor Ming ordered someone to send a load of bright pearls. You poured out the pearls and stared indifferently at the pile of dripping, round and transparent things, and suddenly felt amused.

You have cried before, when you first came to Shangyang Palace, those tears were more than a pearl?You can't rely on love, you can't rely on sex, now, you don't cry anymore, people have to live, people have to support themselves, you really laughed.Take it away, you tell the people, commoner women can also learn to reject the emperor, we have been sincere, just like every pearl has shone brightly, but just like pearls, it will turn yellow and dim, take it back , I hate everything that turns yellow. Take it away, once the plum blossoms bloom, there are thousands of pearls in the thousand piles of fragrant snow, take it away, there are three thousand beauties in the harem, who doesn't want to share a dazzling thing.

And the little servant girl still enthusiastically went to tell. that had... It finally happened. Yuyang came here in agitation, and Tang Minghuang became the emperor who fled. The story is still being passed on: If the Sixth Army did not attack, the Emperor Ming would be at a loss. Yang Guozhong died. Concubine Yang Gui also died—with a white horse—before the silent emperor. Concubine Yang was buried, and an old woman picked up her socks, and made a fortune by collecting money from spectators, (what a ridiculous ending) Tang Minghuang came back, he was no longer an emperor, but a nervous old man.

The glory of the sky has been trampled into mud by Ranma. And when winter comes, Concubine Mei, those plum branches with thousands of arms to hold a cold sky, stand solemnly in the wind, waiting respectfully for the blessing of white. Thank you for all the peonies, let's stop the trouble, Li Ge, Concubine Mei, your plum blossoms have finally bloomed, the plum blossoms that move the ice and snow so much that they are fragrant and fragrant. After the twenty-four flower trade winds in spring, after summer lotus and autumn chrysanthemum, it seems to be fighting for its last breath, it blooms there proudly - but it doesn't compete with anyone, it just lives like that It blooms naturally, as pleasant as heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, so you feel that it should be there, and it is unbelievable that there are no plum blossoms on the earth.

Inviting the wind, inviting the snow, inviting the moon, it is open, Concubine Mei, the Tianbao Year and the tragedy of the Tianbao Year will pass, only plum blossoms will be open forever.