This can be remembered

Chapter 3
The folding fan in his hand stopped, as if something had collapsed in his heart, Shen Xiyao's face turned pale.As soon as I looked up, I saw the moonlight falling on the ground, cold as clear frost.

It was already late at night when he returned to the palace, Zhang Dehai was sent to the Palace of Compassion by Shen Xiyao, after all, the Queen Mother must be impatient when he returns at this time.However, Shen Xiyao didn't want to go to that palace, since he became the throne, he has always been against it.

Sitting crookedly on the long couch by the window, half leaning against the wall surrounded by jasper-inlaid Tuanfu dark blue brocade, a round of bright moon outside the window, bringing a peaceful and peaceful moonlight, gently covered by a thin cloud, giving a beautiful view to the flowers in the courtyard. The acacia is covered with a cloud-like veil.The wind slid by slowly, and the sound of "rustling" was endless, and after that, it was quiet again.

On such a night, Shen Xiyao's heart also calmed down. The woman appeared in front of him with an extraordinary figure, like a fairy in the moon, clear and peaceful, just one glance, refreshing.She has a very talented literary talent, and she is worthy of being the daughter of the Ling family who has been the number one scholar for three times.With a kind heart, the smile reflects the heart the most. There is probably no other kind of smile in this world.If there is a woman like this who stays by her side for a long time, she should be blessed with the blessings of several lifetimes of cultivation.

Thinking of this, Shen Xiyao smiled lightly. It would be great if she was the daughter of another family. She has no one in her heart. Even if she welcomes her into the palace, she won't end up in the name of breaking up the mandarin ducks and asking for a hypocritical treatment. .If you talk about yourself, you will treat it sincerely, and leave a corner of peace in this harem.It's just... she is the daughter of the Ling family.The word Ling surname means thousands of rivers and mountains.Shen Xiyao let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand and closed the window, that ray of bright moonlight was also isolated from this most noble room in the world.On the bright yellow Tuanlong brocade on the imperial table in the outer hall, numerous dark yellow playbooks were piled up, reflecting a dark light, which weighed heavily on the emperor's heart.I'm afraid Ling Xiang has already reviewed those memorials.

Cining Palace

Zhang Dehai stood in the hall with his hands down and his head bowed. Cigarette smoke drifted slowly in the hall, bringing the unique scent of sandalwood mixed with musk.After a long time, there was the sound of light footsteps, Zhang Dehai lowered his head even lower, until a pair of blue embroidered shoes appeared in front of his eyes, and when he raised his head, it was Duchun beside the queen mother.

"Boss Zhang, the Queen Mother has already fallen asleep, what's going on with Boss Zhang?" Du Chun's voice was gentle and soft, but his eyes were full of waves.

Zhang Dehai smiled: "Today the Emperor was going to have dinner with the Empress Dowager, but he sent King Yu out of the city during the day and was delayed, so he did not come back in time. The Emperor was afraid that the Empress Dowager would be worried, so he ordered me to come here."

Du Chun nodded: "I know, I will definitely tell the empress dowager. But today, I waited for a long time, and Lord Ling delayed returning to the mansion because of this. The empress dowager is a little unhappy."

Zhang Dehai felt a little unhappy, Ling Xiang was also a courtier after all, how could he blame the emperor for delaying his time.However, he didn't show it on his face, he just stood there respectfully and didn't say a word.

"The emperor came back late today." Du Chun said again: "If you just sent Prince Yu out of the city, you shouldn't have come back at this time."

Zhang Dehai sneered: "The emperor and the lord are brothers and sisters, and I really can't bear the lord to go to that barren land. There are many stops and conversations on the way, which is a waste of time."

Du Chun also covered his mouth and laughed: "The emperor and the prince have been in a different relationship since they were young." After finishing speaking, he straightened his expression, looked inside, then looked at Zhang Dehai, who seemed to be relieved, and said with a blink of his eyes : "In this way, Manager Lao Zhang has come to this trip, please go back and rest earlier."

Walking out of the Palace of Compassion and Ning, Zhang Dehai breathed a long sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw the bright moon in the sky, which had been covered by thick clouds.

In the next half month, there was nothing unusual. Shen Xiyao still spent most of his time in the Imperial Study Room and the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and occasionally went to the Imperial Garden to relax during the day, and only brought Zhang Dehai with him.

On that day, the cherry blossoms in the imperial garden were in full bloom, and the sun was good. In the blue sky, a cloud slowly flowed by. Below was a red bridge flying over a pool of clear water. The luxuriant cherry trees on both sides bloomed brilliantly. Bright cherry blossoms, pure white and flawless, crimson like clouds, with blossoming branches, form an intoxicating style.Under the tree, beauties in beautiful clothes meandered around, all of them holding various gold-painted round fans, laughing and talking cleverly, looking forward to the brilliance, there was a melodious voice, and I don't know which woman let go of her voice and sang. "Double butterfly embroidered skirt, by the east forest. We met for the first time. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and spring. If you look closely, everything is good, everyone is humane, and the body is flawless. Yesterday was chaotic mountains and dusk, when I came here, the clothes were clouded." Singing the word "clothes", the voice is already extremely low, but it is like a dream, evoking infinite memories.

Standing on the Hongqiao, Shen Xiyao was a little dazed, and his plain brocade robe with moon-white blessing lettering was shining brightly under the bright sun. Some women over there saw the Ninth Five-Year Lord on the bridge, and the singing stopped suddenly, and they all knelt down and bowed down.

But Shen Xiyao didn't seem to see him, he just looked at a clump of blooming flowers, suddenly smiled, turned and walked away.Zhang Dehai hurriedly followed behind him, but went towards the palace gate.

It was night, in the Cihu Hall of the Compassionate Ning Palace, the Empress Dowager Min was half leaning on the embroidered cushion of green jade-colored weeping branches and white plums, slowly turning a string of topaz beads in her hand, since Zhang Dehai came in with a stick of incense, she didn't speak, just looked at her. A portrait of Guanyin on the whitewashed wall is fascinated.

Naturally, Zhang Dehai could only bow his head respectfully and stand on the thick sea blue carpet with autumn chrysanthemums inlaid with golden borders. As far as his eyes could see, there was the color of long autumn chrysanthemums, with a somewhat chilling air.

"Boss Zhang, where is the emperor today?" The queen mother's voice came suddenly, and Zhang Dehai raised his head excitedly, only to see the queen mother staring at him, her well-maintained face was not angry but pretentious.I couldn't help feeling guilty, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "The emperor today... has been in the imperial study, but he went for a walk in the imperial garden in the middle..." Before he finished speaking, the Buddhist beads in the Queen Mother's hand were crushed. It rested heavily on the small pear wood table, and the crisp "slap" sound made people shudder.

"Where did the emperor go today?" The Queen Mother's voice was extremely majestic at this time.

"Boss Zhang, where is the emperor today?" The queen mother stood up slowly, and the shadow cast by her figure covered Zhang Dehai in darkness.

"Go back to the empress dowager, the emperor..." Zhang Dehai did not dare to lift his head, but said in a low voice: "The emperor has been in the imperial study room today, and later saw that the sky was just right, so he went to the imperial garden... ··”

"What about after that?" The Queen Mother half-closed her eyes and looked at a five-inch-long silver armor on her little finger, on which there were golden dots the size of yellow rice, gathered into a peony.

Zhang Dehai paused, recalling the scene in front of the palace gate during the day.

"I'm only going out for a while, if you stop me again, don't blame me for being ruthless." Shen Xiyao said with a slight displeasure on his face as he watched Zhang Dehai's hand tightly grasping his skirt.

"Your majesty, how can you just go out alone? If the queen mother asks, how can I ask a slave to answer. It's not too early now, and if I go, I won't be able to come back today." Zhang Dehai naturally knew that Shen Xiyao was out. Palace to do.

"I just want to go out, how dare you stop me?" Shen Xiyao flicked his sleeves and turned his back.

"Your Majesty..." Zhang Dehai was extremely embarrassed.

Shen Xiyao half turned around and looked at Zhang Dehai, feeling a little hesitant in his heart, not far ahead was the majestic palace gate, and outside the vermilion half-opened gate was a world different from this suffocating imperial palace.In that world, there is a her.Only in that world will he forget who he is.If you can't enter the palace, just seeing him once more is enough.

"Zhang Dehai, listen, I'm going out of the palace today, and I'll definitely be back at night. If the queen mother asks, you will stop me no matter what."

"Your Majesty, this..." Zhang Dehai lowered his head.

"If I can come back, I won't break my promise." After Shen Xiyao finished speaking, she broke away from Zhang Dehai's hand holding the hem of her clothes, and strode out of the palace gate.Those guards naturally did not dare to stop them.

Zhang Dehai restrained his expression, straightened his robes and walked to the gate of the palace, and said solemnly: "The emperor is out of the palace for a private visit today, anyone who leaks the news, will be determined!"

However, the emperor said that he would come back at night, and it was almost Haishi, but no one was there yet. The queen mother somehow got the news to call her over, how could she cope with this.

Thinking of this, beads of sweat dripped from Zhang Dehai's forehead.

"Where is the emperor now?" The queen mother had already walked in front of Zhang Dehai, and asked condescendingly at Zhang Dehai who was kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty..." Zhang Dehai's heart was already in his throat: "The Emperor is in the imperial study..." Before the words fell, the Empress Dowager smiled contemptuously: "So, let's go and have a look." Holding Aunt Jianchun's hand, she was about to walk towards the palace gate.

Zhang Dehai knew that he must not be able to hide it, the queen mother must have known that the emperor was definitely not in the palace at this time.Thinking about it, I broke out in a cold sweat, and kowtowed like pounding rice: "The queen mother calms down, the emperor..."

The Qinglong Temple in the outskirts of the capital is the place where Dongying and Daxi made friends and exchanged Buddhist principles.Dongying monks are often sent to study here.When it was completed, nearly a thousand double-petalled snow cherry trees were planted here, and they were continuously divided in the long time after that, forming a magnificent image today.This golden thread double-petaled snow cherry tree is a rare and beautiful tree, except for one piece in the Royal Garden of the Imperial City, this Qinglong Temple is the only one left in the whole world.At this time, when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and because of the cherry blossoms, there is an unwritten festival in the capital, commonly known as "Sakura Lin". On this day, women can go out to enjoy the cherry blossoms, which is really lively.And the best place to enjoy cherry blossoms is the Qinglong Temple.

The moonlight is thick, and under the moonlight, a tree full of flowers shows a thrilling yet gentle beauty. The petals are so delicate and slender that people dare not even touch them. There are golden threads on the petals. This is the origin of its name.

Shen Xiyao stood under the tree, the moonlight sprinkled soft brilliance through the flowers, and the sound of flute came from afar, light and agile, elegant and lofty, the skill of the flute player was superb, very comparable to others.Shen Xiyao listened attentively, but for a long time he couldn't hear what the tune was. He frowned slightly, but smiled on his face.

A gust of wind blows gently, bringing up showers of flowers and rain, which looks like heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month, but it is warm and moving.The Xiao sound stopped, and there was a light laughter like a silver bell, followed by the sound of wearing a ring, and a woman's low cry. "Miss, it's so beautiful."

Across the betel nut eyes on the wall, in the courtyard over there, under a tree of luxuriant cherry blossoms, there is a woman in white clothes, with skirts flying among the snowy cherry blossoms in the sky, like a fairy in the moon, or like the golden thread double-petalled cherry blossoms. The flower god came to the world, and the cherry blossom petals wrapped around the whole body during the dancing and dancing, the beauty was suffocating.That dance is also a wonderful thing that is rarely seen in the world.

Shen Xiyao froze there, only the figure dancing among the petals in the sky was left in his eyes, he was afraid that if he blinked, everything was his illusion and would be scattered like a cloud of smoke.

"Miss, it's cool in the night, I have to go into the house." A soft voice came: "The previous doctor also said that you should take a good rest, and now you will dance, what should you do if you are tired?"

"It's not as delicate as you said." The dancing woman's voice was extremely sweet, and she said with a clever smile: "If I didn't feel unwell, my father would not have sent me here to recuperate. Look how beautiful this scene is, if Isn't it a pity not to be able to dance?" He said casually: "It's rare in this world to smile and return with cherry blossoms on your head."

Shen Xiyao's body trembled, "It's rare in this world to smile and return with cherry blossoms on your head." He said silently in his heart.It turns out that there really is such a person in this world who can make friends with me and truly understand what I think in my heart.just, why is she

But I still couldn't help coming here, and still came here in a hurry with a gamble, even though I didn't know whether she would come here or meet her.However, they actually met, only a few steps away, just separated by a wall.

Thinking of when I came here at dusk, most of the tourists had already left, and I was travel-laden, looking at the stone steps with sparse figures, and seeing the clusters of flowers under the setting sun, my heart was beating violently.Those few short stone steps were actually so long in my eyes.However, after seeing the only few spectators in the garden, the moment he didn't see her figure, the loss in his heart could not be concealed and stopped.If it wasn't because the sky was getting dark, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't go back to the palace at this time, he wouldn't beg the abbot to stay overnight, and he wouldn't have seen her recuperating quietly in Qinglong Temple.

Every time I see her, I can't help thinking of welcoming her into the palace, but she is Ling Xiang's favorite daughter, the only daughter she loves.

The night wind was blowing, and Shen Xiyao turned over but couldn't sleep. The mountain behind Qinglong Temple was a large bamboo forest. At this time, the wind passed through the top of the forest, and there was a "rustling" sound, shaking the green bamboos in the forest. .He simply put on his clothes and got up, and had to rush back to the palace before dawn tomorrow. Although he couldn't make up his own mind this morning, it had never been wasted since he ascended the throne.On the mother's side, I don't know if Zhang Dehai can stop it. As an emperor, this time, he really broke his promise.

I don't know where there is a slight jingling sound, it is a pair of silver bells on the woman's embroidered shoes, which can hardly be heard amidst the rolling sound of mountains and bamboo seas.Shen Xiyao gently pushed the door open, and a graceful figure flashed from outside the door, dressed in white and snowy, passing by, almost making people suspicious of a ghost.

Shen Xiyao followed out, but saw thick or light black everywhere, and the moonlight was also covered by floating clouds, but he couldn't see the previous figure.Shen Xiyao was startled, a cold air rose from behind, and he felt a little suspicious in his heart, and was about to turn back, when he saw a white shadow flashing in the black dense forest, followed by the soft sound of a flute.Shen Xiyao held his breath and listened attentively, a faint smile appeared on his cheeks.He knew that this piece was Qingliuzi's masterpiece "Late Twilight", but when he heard it in the palace, there were often bells and drums beeping together, but at this time, a single flute fully revealed the faint sadness, making people smell it I can't help but feel like weeping.Shen Xiyao sighed in his heart, even Qingliuzi might not be able to match such skills.

Stepping forward, stepping on the fine fallen leaves, there was a slight "click" sound, and the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and a soft female voice came: "Who is it?" There was a little panic trembling in the voice, Lovely.

Shen Xiyao stopped and looked at the darkness in front of him. Among the dense bamboo groves, a corner of whiteness could be vaguely seen. He smiled slightly: "The sea of ​​bamboo is so long that you can't help but admire it." After that, he decided to try the talent of the person in front of him. By the way: "Meiying is sparse, the ice is melting, and the east wind is changing the years. Jingu Junyou, Tongtuo Lane, Xinqing finely walks on the flat sand. Changji mistakenly followed the car. I am dancing with butterflies, and I am full of thoughts. The willows are under the peach path, and the spring is coming to others." The other side was startled, and seemed to have no reaction, but after a while, a clear and melodious voice came: "Drinking in the West Garden at night. There are lanterns blocking the moon, and flying covers blocking the flowers. The orchid garden is not empty, the pedestrians are getting old, it is a pity to come back again! The smoke is dark and the wine flag is slanting. But leaning on the tower as far as the eye can see crows. Helpless to return to the heart, secretly follow the flowing water to the end of the world!"

Shen Xiyao couldn't help clapping his hands, the voice was very distinct in the night, there seemed to be a slight smile coming from over there, and then another voice said: "The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed. Live up to your youth, live up to your youth. It's a pleasure Let’s talk about who. The soul is ecstasy under the flowers, and the soul is ecstasy under the moon.”

Shen Xiyao blurted out: "Melancholy gathers eyebrows and frowns all day long. Thousands of weeping marks, ten thousand weeping marks. Look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk. I think about you when I walk, and I think about you when I sit." The word "Jun" at the end dragged out a little Long, with a smile.

He was stunned there for a long time, during which time he could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and there was a hint of coolness, lifting the corner of Shen Xiyao's moon-white robe, and not far ahead, there was also a cloud of whiteness like smoke and mist.

Only the sound of the flute came again, melodious in the sky and clouds, ethereal and lofty.Taking a light step, through the small gap between the bamboos, I saw a woman over there, with gleaming eyebrows, black hair like clouds, light-headed dizziness, valerian eyes, and a natural charm.Standing tall and slender, she is wearing a hibiscus skirt of Bai Shengxue, with Tangtang wide sleeves fluttering like a fairy, and the hem of the skirt is as light as flying.

It was the girl dancing under the tree, and it was Ling Xuewei, the daughter of Daxi Lingxiang.

At the end of the song, Shen Xiyao couldn't help clapping his hands again: "Good song, good song."

"My lord, you have won the prize." The woman said lightly, and then she stepped on the fallen leaves with soft steps, but she walked a few steps away: "The night is so late, and the dew is heavy, you should go back to rest."

"What's the name of this song?" Shen Xiyao didn't seem to have heard the words there, but asked a little excitedly: "This song should only exist in the sky, it's rare to hear it in the world."

There was a light laugh, and after a long time, a gentle female voice came again: "It's a Jiangnan ditty, but because of the sadness, few people sing it. If you want to know, my son, it's called 'Flowing Water Floating Lantern'."

"Floating water and floating lamp..." Shen Xiyao remembered it deeply in his heart, and then bowed, regardless of whether the people over there could see it or not: "Thank you for your advice, Miss." After finishing speaking, seeing the darkness of the night, if he didn't leave, It was also inconvenient for the woman over there to show up, so she turned around and said, "Miss, take your leave."

(End of this chapter)