The beauty of the lady

356 Chapter 2 Respective Marriage ([-])
"I usually like to read some miscellaneous folklore. Today I will tell you a story. It is a story about a white snake who has practiced for thousands of years and her former savior. It is not a hero or beauty, and I don't know if it is true love. "

In the end, she took a sip of tea and told her the story of the white lady. The story was very long and she told it vividly. Not only Concubine Ning, but even the servants in the pavilion were fascinated by it. Watching the ups and downs of the fate of the characters in her words, she constantly changed her expression, or breathed a sigh of relief, or worried, or frowned.

The white lady in the story is deeply affectionate, and Xu Xian in the story is swaying left and right, but Zhou Mei is a person who plays cards very unreasonably. The ending of the story is that the white snake is crushed under the pagoda.

"Ma'am, is that all?" Chunqin asked anxiously.

"Yeah, that's it, what do you think will happen?" Zhou Mei laughed.

"When will the white lady come out? Isn't that monk too bad?" Chun Qin's cheeks were puffed up, and because of Zhou Mei's ending, she didn't even want to pour tea for her.

Zhou Mei didn't take it seriously either, she fetched the teapot and poured a pot of tea, sipping it by herself.

"Why do you say he is bad?" Zhou Mei raised her eyebrows, "This is what should be done in the first place, and monsters have different ways."

"But the two of them are really a fairy couple?" Ning Guifei was also very dissatisfied with this ending.

"That won't change anything about the ending, after all, the white snake is the first to fall in love."

"But she just wants to repay the favor."

"There are tens of thousands of ways to repay a kindness. It doesn't matter if you don't repay your kindness if you lose yourself and ruin others."

"Niang Niang, is there no other ending?" Chunqin didn't give up, she couldn't accept it, it was in vain that she shed tears for this loving couple just now, but she was heartbroken by Niang Niang when she accepted it.

"Well, 18 years later, Xu Shilin went to Leifeng Pagoda to worship his mother in Huangbang High School. At this time, a compassionate colorful light appeared in the sky, and the Bodhisattva appeared and pardoned Bai Suzhen to release Leifeng Pagoda, because Xu Shilin was the reincarnation of Wenquxing. The white lady and Xu Xian are both in the fairy class, oh, and her sisters Xiaoqing and Fahai."

"Hmph, the old monk is so cheap that he can become a god."

Zhou Mei shook her head helplessly: "How cynical you are."

"Slaves just can't see it, it's too much to separate people's husband and wife for 18 years."

Then the little girls around her also nodded wildly, agreeing with Chunqin's thoughts.

"The story my mother told is really nice, is there anything else?" Xu Ying asked, seeming to be addicted to it.

"Have you heard the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? It's the Qixi Festival."

"I know, there are a lot of stories in the scriptures. It is said that the queen mother asked them to see each other only once a year. As a mother, it is too much." Chunqin's mood was not stable.

Zhou Mei pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "I think the Queen Mother is a good woman."

"how come?"

"Not only upholding the law of heaven, but also satisfying my own daughter, how can I not be a good woman?"

"But she only lets her daughter see her husband once a year."

"Silly girl, haven't you heard of it? One year in the world, one day in the sky, we can see each other every day. Where is a bad mother, no husband and wife in the world can guarantee to see each other every day."

After finishing speaking, all the people present were stunned, and then you looked at me, I looked at you, and the eyes blinked very funny.

"So, the Queen Mother is indeed a good mother."

"right."

Xu Ying covered her lips and smiled lightly: "It's obviously a tragic story, but what the empress tells is a happy reunion."

"So, people should think about the good side, so that they can get what they want without wronging themselves."

"Yes!"

Watching the time slip by, she said to Xu Ying, "Let's play a few more pieces."

The white and slender fingers raised and lowered, and the melody like a fairy sound slowly wafted in my ears.

Drunken Immortal, she is the one who can play it now, and the story is also very poignant, but fortunately, the ending is good, it is nothing more than the love between humans and immortals, for a person like her, there is no trouble at all, It seems that the human world can no longer satisfy those so-called mortals, and you have to have a relationship with gods, ghosts and goblins in order to show your uniqueness.

The so-called halo of the protagonist is just something you impose on yourself. In this world, who is not the protagonist in your play? She is just an ordinary woman with an ordinary emperor husband and three lovely children.

Zhou Mei has often come here since the beginning of the Royal Garden, and Xu Ying will always sit here, talk to her intimately, and listen to her stories that Xu Ying has never heard before.

Moreover, every one of Empress's stories is beautiful, and the true happy ending will always be changed in the complaints of a few girls. Sometimes she feels that Empress does not seem to belong to this world. Any woman in this world is different, no wonder the emperor puts her in his heart, if she were a man, maybe he would rob her with the emperor.

Today's story is Farewell My Concubine, and the ending was tragic. The girl next to the two of them was crying, and her eyes were red.

Looking at Zhou Mei again, her expression was still calm, and she was not affected in the slightest.

"Goujian used to suffer for his courage, but because of his defeat, he was ashamed to see Jiangdong's elders, and even let the woman who loved him the most around him die for him. He is just a coward, but you are crying hard. What do you think?"

Is this all made of water?She is the titanium alloy in the furnace?
Time flies, spring flowers fly by in a blink of an eye, and warm snow falls.

This year's snowflakes are extraordinarily large, to be more exaggerated, they are as big as copper coins.

Sitting on the phoenix chair in Qianqing Palace, she looked at the beautiful and feminine young man kneeling below, her eyes were like the ice on the snow mountain that would not melt for thousands of years.

Thinking about it, it has been five years since I saw him. I especially remember the year that Gu Lun rescued a young boy who was 12 years old this year when he passed through Zhuzhou Mansion on the Yunwu Mountain Road.

The young man who once endured the pain stubbornly, now feels as if he has been separated from another world. The feeling of being cold and not alive makes her heart ache.

"Don't be too polite, just sit down."

"Caomin thank you, Empress." Mo Xinjue stood up and sat down next to her.

"Are you the head of the Mohist family now?" She has also heard that the Mohist family has built imperial mausoleums for the emperor for hundreds of years, but the strange thing is that there is no official position in them, and it should be in the Mohist family. Working in the Ministry of Industry.

"Yes, my grandmother passed away last year, and now the Mo family is the head of the grassroots."

She nodded, and then looked at the blueprint in front of her. On it was the tomb of her and Ye Xuan. Originally, the emperor's tomb should have been built on the day he ascended the throne. After all, it was a big project. He is no longer the ignorant boy he was when he was a child, but has grown into the most outstanding prince in the Great Yan Dynasty, so Zhou Mei thought that Ye Zhen would probably abdicate in the next two years.

(End of this chapter)