Qingchuan History

Chapter 18 Cloud Low Moon Huatai
I thought that before the Tianchang Festival night banquet, I just need to lie dormant and wait for the opportunity.However, from June [-]th to July [-]th, two additional incidents occurred within half a month.

The first thing is that Gu Xinglang went to Yuehua Terrace.

It was an ordinary summer evening, the same as any evening after entering June, the sky was still bright, only the sunset glow was warmer than usual, as the background outlined the large and small pavilions and pavilions of the Qi Palace, there was a kind of ink and color smudged picture scroll feel.

Just after Xu time, as usual, Gu Xinglang would go for a walk in the imperial garden at this time, in order to clear his mind and prepare for criticism by turning on the lights at night.

In the past, he only walked from the Wanlan Hall to the Qingyan Pavilion in the center of the imperial garden, that is, he just walked half a circle, passing the Second Hall of Boiling Rain and Harvesting Dew on the east and west sides.Without him, because it takes at least an hour to visit the entire imperial garden, and it is the case of not resting during the whole process.

He doesn't have that much time available.What's more, in the three seasons of spring, autumn and winter, it is often after half of the hour, and the sky is completely dark, and there is nothing to do if you want to go shopping.

So it has been more than half a year, he has not been to Beiyu Garden, and he has never been to Yuehua Terrace.

That's why he and the person from Zhexue Palace obviously go out every evening, but they have never met each other because they are not in the same activity range at all.

But after Gu Xinglang arrived at Qingyan Pavilion today, he continued to walk north.The reason is also very simple, it was almost night, but the Boiled Rain Hall and Cailu Hall were still full of silk and bamboo orchestras, he knew that they were preparing for the Tianlong Festival banquet, and he never blamed them for the past few days.

However, during the rare quiet time of the day, he really finds it too noisy.

Fortunately, it is late June, the midsummer season, and it is almost at the end of Xushi, when it will be completely dark.There is only one Zhexue Hall in the north, and that one has always been quiet. According to the schedule of work and rest that Yunxi had reported to her before, I think she is already in Yuehuatai at this moment, so she will not bump into him suddenly.

Then go for a walk, quiet and quiet.

However, if you go north from Qingyan Pavilion, you will pass Yuehuatai no matter what.Because it is next to the gardenia garden between Cailu Hall and Zhexue Hall, its position is considered prominent.

Such a tall and narrow pavilion stands abruptly on the northwest side of the imperial garden, giving it a sense of independence from the world.The gauze curtains on the four sides of the high platform have been lowered, and the summer evening wind blows in from time to time, and the three layers of gauze curtains are slightly raised, and Yunxi's profile can be vaguely seen.

"Your Majesty, we are—"

Seeing Gu Xinglang stop and look towards Yuehua Terrace, Diyan had a premonition in his heart.

"Go up and have a look."

"Yes!"

This sound was answered extremely quickly, and it was like a Hong Zhong, which startled Gu Xinglang.He glanced at him, knowing that it is best not to make up excuses in front of this person, and lowered his voice and said sincerely:

"Don't say that your majesty is curious, but even after listening to the report for three months and what happened that night, I also want to meet Mrs. Pei for a while."

How can the wife of the harem be able to "meet for a while" as a courtier, of course I know this.But at this time, they are not so much the monarchs and ministers, but more like partners who discussed doing bad things when they were young. Gu Xinglang is very familiar with this atmosphere, so he shook his head helplessly, and turned to Shen Ji and said:
"You wait here, and Di Yan will accompany me up."

The water-like gauze curtain is continuously carried by the evening wind, and the aromas of gardenia, jasmine, tuberose and some unknown flowers are mixed together, and then blown away by the warm wind, it turns into a strange fragrance.

Beiyu Garden is really quiet, it can even be said to be silent.The night began to fall, and the birdsong became thinner, only the sound of the wind blowing over the leaves of the sycamore tree was heard, like a lover whispering.The five-meter-high Yuehua Terrace, the steps are not too long, but for some reason, Diyan followed Gu Xinglang up, following the steps of the former, step by step, unexpectedly gave rise to some sense of ceremony.

But Gu Xinglang was not as curious as Di Yan said.

At least he thought so.

He didn't intend to see her at first, since she asked for something, then he waited.Until the day she felt the time was right.When he first walked this way, he even thought that this time would not happen, which is very good.

As for curiosity, it cannot be said that there is no such thing.

It's just that if there is no chance, it's all right, since we have already arrived under the Yuehua Stage, it's good to have a look.It's better than enjoying the big changes and living people with other people at the Tianchang Festival night banquet.

Thinking this way, he had reached the last three steps, but he couldn't hear any voices.

The air was as quiet as if Yunxi was the only one in it.

Di Yan stepped forward and pushed aside the gauze curtain.Yunxi turned her head when she heard the noise, the look was no small matter, and she was about to salute immediately.However, Gu Xinglang caught a glimpse of the person lying on the couch the moment he stepped in, who seemed to be asleep, so he waved his hand to signal her not to make a sound.

Yunxi wanted to talk about it later, but seeing Gu Xinglang going straight to the soft couch, she didn't intend to listen to her explain the current situation.

The evening wind continued to move the gauze curtains, sometimes not at all, and the air was also smoky.The space on Yuehua Terrace was really too small, Gu Xinglang only took three steps, and then came to the soft couch and the small table where some books were scattered.

He first saw the man lying on the couch.

The light lake-colored gauze skirt, because it was midsummer, the skirt was very thin, and the sleeves, which were already only a thin layer, were rolled up, exposing the white porcelain-like shiny arms.It was halfway through dusk, and the heat began to drop, but perhaps it was still high when she fell asleep, so she was barefoot.That pair of jade feet is also like white porcelain, half of which is exposed from the shallow lake water-colored skirt, like a small section of white lotus root in the shallow water under the blue lotus.

A small face, neither pointed nor round, is it an oval face?The contours of the facial features are not big, but because of the small face, the contours of the eyes appear to be large enough.Her eyes were lightly closed, her long eyelashes drooped down and fell on the snowy skin, each one was very distinct.The mouth is really small, even on a face as big as a palm, it is still a bit of a cherry.

She had black hair, only a small amount of it was pulled into the simplest bun, and the rest was laid down like ink satin, scattered on the soft couch and the lake-colored skirt as she fell asleep.A hairpin made of icy waxy jade held the bun in place, and there were a few pearls of the same material for embellishment, nothing else, not even pendants on the earlobes.Because of leaning back slightly, the snow-white and slender neck was completely exposed, and there was no decoration.

She was breathing evenly, but she wasn't heavy, she thought she was a light sleeper.Gu Xinglang stared at this scene for a moment, then turned his gaze to the small table next to the soft couch.

It was some scattered books, which he had seen since he came in.Two or three of them were open, so he picked up one and turned the pages, then closed the other two and looked at the title.

It's really complicated to read.

Then he read the titles of the books he co-authored one by one, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The line of sight continues to move.

A screen-like ink tray suddenly came into view.

He didn't pay attention to such a big thing, which was hidden between the twilight and the light movement of the gauze curtain.

Gu Xinglang's heart trembled slightly. When he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a wave, or a gaze.

(End of this chapter)