Rebirth Palace Chaos

Chapter 19

Xu Shi has developed a habit, when the dawn breaks, Su Yan wakes up before the sun comes out, and she can't sleep well any more.

When Sang Yu brought the water into the door, he saw Su Yan half leaning on the small couch, wrapped in light gauze and slightly loose at the neckline. Although there was no incense burning in the hall, it was instantly filled with the fragrance of the red lotus dew.

Su Yan picked up the embroidered cloth, looked left and right a few times, and sighed, "I still can't embroider well, which shows that I am not born with this material."

Sang Yu didn't know what she was doing, but when she took a closer look, she saw that the silk was dotted with a few patterns, the stitches were sparse, and the layout was not neat, and she could tell that her skills were unfamiliar, she still smiled and replied, "" According to this servant, the peach blossoms embroidered by the young master do look quite good."

Su Yan frowned, then sighed again, "I embroidered begonias..."

Sang Yu shyly withdrew her hand, thinking that Su Xiaozhu's female celebrity is really unflattering, and was thinking about how to smooth things over, when Su Yan giggled, raised her face and said, "I just lied to you , this embroidery is peach blossom."

Seeing her sudden change of expression, Sang Yu was so irritated by her coquettish attitude, she just said, "This servant will help the young master to wash and change her clothes."

Su Yan pouted, "Although I was not good at embroidery when I was young, I have many advantages that others can't compare to."

Sang Yu smiled and tied her long hair up, and wiped her face with a warm wet towel, "My little master is cute and cute, so she is naturally lovable."

At that moment, Lan Ruo rushed in, her face couldn't hide her joy, "Miss, you guessed wrong this time!"

"Oh? Did you tell me something new?" Su Yan faintly sensed something, and Lan Ruoxi said, "The young lady whom His Majesty congratulated last night was not Yao Guiren, but Lin Ronghua!"

Su Yan clenched her right hand, squeezed out a few drops of water from the wet towel, and landed on the hem of her clothes, soaking through.

She didn't care who was favored last night, but she just made a shield first.

But why isn't it the new favorite Yao Guiren, nor the concubine Yi who is firmly seated in the Sixth Palace, but she is impartial and only picks Lin Qingqing, who is similar to her own child!
She would rather Duan Zhaoling spoil Yao Guiren, and that Yao Guiren would be more arrogant than at this moment, making her think that he still has old intentions.

She can bear loneliness and hatred, but she doesn't need those hypocritical feelings...

After a lot of tossing and turning in her heart, Su Yan finally stood up happily, "I knew from the beginning that Sister Lin would be favored, now it's great, we won't be afraid of being bullied anymore!"

Lan Ruo happily went down, she sat in the morning light for a long time.

The situation is delicate now, since Duan Zhaoling doesn't act according to common sense, then she naturally won't sit on the sidelines.

Lan Ruo is very busy these days, Concubine Yi grounded Su Yan, but she was not allowed to leave the palace alone, and the palace people did not strictly restrict daily expenses.

"Miss, what do you want these Buddhist scriptures for?" Lan Ruo arranged the inkstone, and the little noble son and the little Yingzi behind him were holding a thick stack of books.

Su Yan was standing in front of the window, leisurely holding the small golden scissors to trim the larkspur branches and leaves, then waved her fingers, "Put it there, it can relieve boredom when you have nothing to do."

Lan Ruo shook her head and stepped back, Su Yan slowly put down the golden scissors, but her pink and jade-carved face showed a very inconsistent eye color, and her eyes were clear and sharp as they swept across the Buddhist scriptures.

Because of the arrival of Qiuxi and Chongyang, the palace is busy everywhere, so many new concubines have entered the palace this year, how can there be too few feasts and feasts.

"My lord, you have been burying your head in copying Buddhist scriptures all day, so you've been walking around in the yard." Seeing her sitting alone every day, Sang Yu was afraid that her ambitions would be depressed and she would never recover.

Su Yan raised her palm-sized face from the scroll on the desk, holding a pen in thick ink with her slender hand, and there were thick scriptures piled up beside her.

The faint scent of ink almost covered the scent of osmanthus flowers burning in the silver furnace.

She looked up, the ink on the rice paper was still wet, what surprised her a little was that Su Xiaozhu's small seal script was very good, it was both elegant and elegant.

Compared with Su Yan's unseemly embroidery work, this calligraphy is admirable.

Su Yan stared at her, but turned to the window, "Sang Yu, listen, where did the sound of silk and bamboo come from? It's very pleasant. I listened to it for a long time when I just copied the scriptures."

Sang Yu opened the window and said, "Today the emperor hosted a banquet in Yumian Pond, singing and dancing, playing music, and spreading incense for ten miles. The concubines from all palaces gathered to attend. I heard from Wang Gonggong that Lin Ronghua is the concubine appointed by the emperor to accompany the concubine."

Hearing this, Su Yan smiled proudly, and then replied, "The one who is favored the most now, probably is Sister Lin."

Sang Yu leaned over to make almond tea for her, "The emperor declared Lin Ronghua to enter the Kunyuan Palace for three days in a row. This is a kind of favor that has not been seen in the harem for a long time."

Su Yan deepened her smile, lowered her eyes and said, "Of course it's very good, even if I am grounded, I am willing."

Sang Yu caught her fleeting disappointment, and asked, "My lord, Lin Ronghua can be favored so far, why can't you?"

"I offended Concubine Yi, of course I have to pay the price," Su Yan said without stopping, brushing lightly, "Don't mention this, just teach Lan Ruo to come here, I have something to ask her."

Sang Yu retreated knowingly, and Su Yan stopped writing, picked up a clean snow brocade handkerchief, thought for a while, and wrote four mixed lines of poetry:
"When spring comes to Changmen, the grass is green, and the green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust. Everlasting hatred is not as good as water, and waves will rise on the flat ground."

Lin Qingqing treats her as kindly as a sister, if she doesn't offer some help at this time, I'm afraid she will be harmed for the rest of her life, and her talent and wisdom should understand the deep meaning.

"In the evening, I sent the pot of larkspur and snow brocade to Elder Sister Lin's Yaolian Hall, and said that I really like the parsnip skirt she gave me the day before yesterday."

"Lin Ronghua really has a deep friendship with Miss, that's why he was rewarded by Your Majesty, so I sent it to Miss first." Lan Ruo respected Lin Qingqing because of her family friendship, and she was more admirable because of her kindness.

"How long has the palace banquet in Yumian Pond been?" Su Yan listened intently, the music gradually faded away. According to her previous practice, after the palace banquet songs and music were played, the next step was to watch flowers and dance.

And she is well aware of Duan Zhaoling's temperament, whether it's an imperial banquet, or a small drink, he never likes to sit for a long time at any banquet, and if it lasts longer than three hours, he will definitely leave on time, even the Empress Dowager Jiang will not leave him alone. live.

"Jade Mianchi is just west of our Lingyan Pavilion, very close, but it's a pity that Miss can't go... It's been two hours since the banquet." Lan Ruo yearned half regretfully.

Su Yan lowered her head, carefully put away the copied Buddhist scripture paper, turned her head and put on her coat, and said, "Bring the purple bamboo flute I brought from home."

The backyard of Lingyan Pavilion is spacious. There are several hundred-year-old maple trees, each of which is as thick as the mouth of a pot. Now the maple flowers are withered, and the autumn leaves are piled on the ground. The blood is as red as blood, and the blood is like the setting sun in the sky.

Su Yan was wearing a crescent-colored double-breasted pleated skirt, and her long hair was fastened with only a jade hairpin. Pin Ting sat on the swing under the red maple tree, and handed the purple bamboo flute to her mouth, drawing a long and lingering smile. music.

I saw her feet light, her graceful figure swaying gently in the wind, a little goose yellow embroidered shoes were exposed under the long skirt, reflected in the autumn sun, there was an indescribable ethereal beauty.

Biansheng's flute sound was low and sobbing, like weeping like complaining, which was in great contrast to her delicate and beautiful demeanor, which added a bit of desolation.

The sound of the flute spread far away, and it flew over the palace wall with the wind. The palace people in Lingyan Pavilion stopped their work and quietly surrounded the courtyard. No one disturbed Su Yan's playing.

Sang Yu is not familiar with the melody, so she can't tell the depth of the technique, but hearing the melancholy and continuous tone, it really makes the listener sad and the listener shed tears, and looking at Su Yan's young and tender face, she can't think of such a thing. How can such a bright and beautiful girl play such a bleak and quiet tune.

Lu Fu asked in a low voice, "Auntie, why is my mistress so upbeat today? Could it be because of the confinement of her feet..."

"Young master can play to relax your mind, and it's also a way to relieve boredom. I think it's a good move." Sang Yu stood upright under the corridor at the back of the house, and the little noble son came over, "Auntie, what little song is our young master playing? This is the first time this servant has heard it, and I think it sounds very nice, but I don't understand these elegant things."

Lu Fu tilted her head and said, "The ladies in the palace have always liked the zither, which is both beautiful and cheerful, and there are very few masters who play the zither."

Ruyun was adding charcoal to make a fire in the small kitchen, and washed his hands after listening to the sound of the flute. Sang Yu was thinking, when Song Fulin stood behind him at some point, and said sharply, "Why not? The late Rong The concubine is the best at playing the xiao, and I heard from Director Wang of Yanhua Palace that the sound of Concubine Rong's xiao is so beautiful in the six palaces, but she only plays it for Your Majesty, so no one else has the chance to hear it."

"I said why I have never seen Concubine Rong play an instrument. I taught His Majesty how to appreciate it." After Lu Fu finished speaking, she nodded meaningfully, and Sang Yu said in a deep voice, "Concubine Rong is a taboo in the palace. It can be compared with our little master, and it will cause disaster."

Lu Fu and Ru Yun looked at each other, and she stopped speaking. Lan Ruo quietly turned behind Su Yan, and gently pushed her.

The Yumian Pool is built on the Luanhua Mountain. It is cold and green all the year round, with lush trees and grass. Now it is in full bloom.

Singing and dancing gracefully, the color of blush, the smell of wine, Duan Zhaoling leaned on the couch, with one hand on his knee, his face was three points drunk, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he opened his mouth to hold the lychee that Lin Ronghua had peeled and handed over.

He is not wearing a dragon robe today, but a silver satin soft smoky robe, with a jade belt around his waist. After taking off the dragon crown, his jade face is beautiful and flawless, charming but not drunk, his face is leisurely and comfortable, but his eyes are clear, as quiet as frost .

It is the nature of the emperor to be seven-point clear and exquisite all the time.

Concubine Jing did not go to the banquet due to her unwell health. Concubine Yi was on the right, wearing a gorgeous magnolia-colored and elephant-patterned palace dress, with three opals adorning her neck, showing her elegance. She rolled up her sleeves and held the jade pot With a slight tilt, the Qiongyu Tusu wine fell into the golden bottle like a silver thread, only to see Concubine Yi smiled, leaned over to put the bottle on, and said in a flattering voice, "Yao Guiren's dance was so beautiful just now, my concubine looked at your majesty I like it very much, I will drink another bottle to add to the fun."

Duan Zhaoling still had a smile on his face, but he didn't take it. He waved his sleeves to Yao Gui who was sitting down, "Flying to the Heavens is full of wonderful things, I have something good to reward you."

Yao Guiren was overjoyed, his usual proud face was now smiling like a spring flower, dressed in a dance costume with a waist and sleeves, he looked a bit sassy, ​​he stepped forward and bowed to salute, "I can perform a dance for Your Majesty!" , is the blessing of the ministers and concubines, dare not try to reward them in vain."

"You are the same as your uncle, what I value is your temperament, and I will reward you with the Little Jade Sword." After Duan Zhaoling finished speaking, he ordered Cui Shangyi to go to the treasury to fetch it.

Cui Mingzhu is the holy majesty's personal servant and attendant, and together with Wang Zhongming, he is a first-class celebrity in front of the emperor, even Concubine Yi dare not neglect her easily.

Concubine Yi glanced at Lin Qingqing, and said, "As expected of a tiger girl in the general family, she is very graceful. Your Majesty is in high spirits today, and my sisters should learn more from Yao Guiren."

(End of this chapter)