Autumn is gradually getting deeper, and the wind pours in through the sleeves with a bone-chilling chill. Song Baozhu couldn't help but hugged her body and walked toward the place where the singing came from with the faint light of the lantern.
Although this floating scale palace is extremely gorgeous during the day, it still looks a bit sad at night. Since His Majesty doesn't come to this palace very often, both the palace staff and the guards are on duty three days fishing and two days drying nets.
Song Baozhu looked curiously at the candle-less palace in front of him, wondering if there was anyone else in this palace.
Standing in front of a palace gate, the sad singing sounded again. Song Baozhu looked up and glanced at the huge plaque that read: Youchun Garden.
At this moment, Song Baozhu felt that the sound of singing was very frightening. Song Baozhu saw that although the palace door was locked by chains, it was slightly open, but he still had the courage to move forward.
From the gap, I saw the moonlight pouring over the garden, and in the center of the courtyard there was a woman in costume with her back to Song Baozhu.
When Song Baozhu saw that there was really someone there, he was surprised and moved closer.
The woman's costume looked a little shabby, but the crown on her head still vaguely showed her former high net worth, and the faint sound of music sounded again.
It was a love song from the Li Kingdom, but Song Baozhu couldn't understand its meaning. I just feel that the singer is very sad, and I can't hear the slightest trace of love.
The woman slowly turned her face as she sang. Song Baozhu's breathing almost stopped. She was a cold beauty.
I don’t know if it’s because of the moonlight or because of her skin color. She doesn’t look like a woman in the world, but rather...
The fairy who hangs high in the sky and lives in the moon!
Song Baozhu didn't know why, but suddenly thought of this sentence.
The woman's costume was a little loose, and when she twisted her slender waist, the breeze lifted up her skirt, as if it was going to be blown away by the wind in the next second.
The song was melodious and the performer was graceful. Song Baozhu was so addicted to it that he didn't even know when the woman walked in front of Song Baozhu.
Through a door, that pale face looked so unreal. Song Baozhu couldn't help but take a step back, but the woman changed her sad look just now, suddenly rushed to the door, stretched out her hand to pull Song Baozhu's clothes.
Song Baozhu was frightened and stepped back, but she didn't want to miss a step. The feeling of weightlessness came one after another. Song Baozhu exclaimed and closed his eyes, preparing to accept the pain of falling to the ground.
But unexpectedly, she fell into a strong embrace, and there was a familiar saying: "Be careful, noble concubine."
A strong arm helped Song Baozhu stand up. The frightened Song Baozhu saw Ayan's worried face.
"A-Ayan, why is it you?" Song Baozhu's chest was heaving, and his heart was about to jump out.
"I saw your concubine coming out. I was afraid that something might happen to you, and I was afraid that you wanted to relax, so I didn't take Miss Yue Nu with you, so I had to follow you from a distance." Ayan lowered his head, respectfully as he did every time they met. said.
With someone as company, Song Baozhu's confidence suddenly increased a lot. She turned her head angrily and looked at the giggling woman in the door, not knowing why.
"Your Majesty has come to take me back, right?!" The woman's beautiful face was filled with an exaggerated smile, which squeezed her facial features until they were deformed.
"What are you talking about?" Song Baozhu frowned and looked at her, sensing something vaguely wrong.
"Haha, I knew it, I knew it!" The woman laughed wildly, swung her sleeves and continued dancing in the courtyard.
When Song Baozhu saw this, he was about to call her out, but Ayan got there first.
"Your Majesty, it's late at night, I will take you back." A Yan's voice interrupted Song Baozhu's thoughts, and he had no choice but to nod and slowly walk back with A Yan.
The two of them were silent along the way. Song Baozhu looked at Ayan's always hunched back. Seeing that he was about to return to Lanyue Pavilion, he couldn't help but ask.
"Ayan," Song Baozhu paused, his mind filled with thoughts of the woman under the moon. "Who was that woman just now?"
Ayan turned around after hearing this and looked at Song Baozhu who had a look on his face that insisted on asking. Although he hesitated in his eyes, he still sighed and told Song Baozhu.
"Back to your concubine, that is your majesty's concubine Rong."
As soon as these words came out, Song Baozhu became even more puzzled. Why is the palace concubine here? Is it the same as her?
Ayan looked at Song Baozhu's frown, pursed her lips, and continued: "She made a mistake, but His Majesty liked her very much in the past, and he was also crazy, so he was sent here."
Song Baozhu nodded thoughtfully, but suddenly remembered something, and asked doubtfully: "But the concubine made a mistake, isn't she locked up in the cold palace?"
Ayan nodded, then shook his head. He turned around, held a lantern for Song Baozhu to light up the road ahead, and walked slowly.
"Concubine Rong has an heir, and she was very favored in the past. This..." Ayan paused, "It can be considered the most forgiving ending for her. If she were in the cold palace, within five years, all the women in it would be The fragrance disappears and the jade dies."
Song Baozhu couldn't help but look back in the direction of Youchun Yuan. She could still hear the intermittent singing and sighed deeply.
"I wonder if I will be like her in the future." Song Baozhu laughed at herself with a wry smile. Her current situation was not even half better than that of the abandoned concubine.
But Ayan turned around suddenly, as if mustering up the courage to look into Song Baozhu's eyes.
"Your concubine has great blessings, and she will definitely live a happy life in the future."
Ayan's firm voice made Song Baozhu feel a little at a loss and could only nod his head blankly.
Back on the bed, the frightened haze just now gradually dissipated under the warm brocade quilt. But the crazy look of that woman was always lingering in Song Baozhu's mind, like a warning and a foreshadowing.
Song Baozhu's last thought when she closed her eyes was that she must live well, she must.
When the first snow fell from the sky, it was Baozhu's sixteenth birthday. She happily dug out the plain red cloth she brought from the Mi Gen Kingdom and cut off a new piece of clothing.
Yue Nu and the others all praised the red color, which complimented Baozhu's complexion as fair as the bright moon. Taking advantage of the shining light of the white snow in winter, Song Baozhu couldn't help but dance a song.
After the dance, Song Baozhu raised his head and met Ayan's blank eyes. Song Baozhu couldn't help but smile, and then Ayan came back to her senses.
Yue Nu also covered her mouth and smiled, "I'm afraid A Yan will be so amazed by your concubine's dancing that she will be dumbfounded!"
Ayan scratched his head sheepishly and smiled sheepishly.
Baozhu came to the small kitchen and saw the ingredients they had obtained from selling embroidery in exchange for money. She clapped her hands together and immediately decided that they would have a good hot pot meal on New Year's Eve to welcome the new year.
In this year of Fu Lin Palace, except not being able to go out, everything is actually fine. He was not treated harshly or forgotten as Baozhu imagined.
On the contrary, in the small Lan Yue Pavilion, Yue Nu and the others felt like they were dependent on each other.
If the silver is not enough, we can embroider handkerchiefs and clothes together, and let Ayan, who is more convenient for leaving the palace, sell them. Although life is difficult, it is enough for food and clothing.
And the crazy Concubine Rong in Chunyuan sometimes sang and sometimes danced. Bao Zhu was soft-hearted and could only send food and clothes frequently.
On New Year's Eve, Bao Zhu stubbornly asked Yue Nu and the others to sit at the same table. Bao Zhu looked at the submissive people and could only say seriously: "There are no masters and servants today, only friends."
After three rounds of drinking, everyone became extremely drunk. Especially Ayan, who was usually silent, was already lying on the table unconscious after only three or two glasses.
Yue Nu was happily teaching Haitang and Yin Ping to sing the songs of the Mianyuan Kingdom. Bao Zhu came to the window tremblingly, carrying the wine glass. Looking at the heavy snowfall with drunken eyes, this year may be a good harvest year.
But what the hell!
Bao Zhu poured a glass of wine slowly, but his voice started to choke. "Ama..."
Baozhu looked up again, his eyes filled with tears.
"Baozhu... I miss you so much."
But there was heavy snow outside the window and it was silent.
Spring in Lanyue Pavilion begins with the first sprouts breaking through the soil in the small vegetable garden. Baozhu and the others stood aside and pointed at the green color in exclaim, while Ayan smiled proudly.
"In this way, your concubine can eat fresh vegetables," Ayan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and there was still a little dirt on his hands. "This vegetable grows very fast. We may be able to eat it in ten days."
Baozhu looked at Ayan in the vegetable field apologetically. If he was favored, maybe he should be a respected management official, not now.
Bare feet, burned by the sun.
But before Baozhu and the others had their first crop, they were keenly aware that there were many more people in this quiet floating scale palace, and it became lively.
Baozhu vaguely felt that something must have happened, so he asked Yue Nu to find out.
Sure enough, Yue Nu ran back just after noon, picked up the teapot on the table and drank most of it before pouring it into a cup.
Even Baozhu couldn't help but quickly helped her move it along her back and asked her to slow down.
But Yue Nu didn't want to wait for a moment, so she grabbed Baozhu's arm and said excitedly: "Your concubine, do you know who is planning to come?"
Bao Zhu was unable to turn around due to her sudden question, and could only respond stutteringly: "Who, who?"
Yue Nu took a deep breath, her eyes were filled with joy, and her voice was even louder, "It's your Majesty, it's your Majesty who is coming to Fulin Palace!"
Baozhu's smile faltered slightly, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart.
At night everyone sat together, you looked at me, I looked at you, but no one dared to speak loudly. When they saw Baozhu, whose brows were furrowed, they were all happy that His Majesty was coming.
"My concubine has such a beautiful face. If His Majesty sees it, he will definitely let me return to the palace or even make you a concubine." The youngest Yin Ping always speaks without restraint. Baozhu can only smile helplessly when he looks at her in admiration. laugh.
Baozhu really didn't know what to say. Could it be that she told Haitang and the others that she didn't even know what His Majesty looked like on the first night he slept with her?
Ayan looked at Baozhu's sad face and understood something in his heart. Baozhu seemed happy to be able to go out. But this joy was mixed with fear and avoidance.
Ayan looked at Baozhu's frowning and very touching look, and thought that he could help Baozhu solve this problem.
But he opened his mouth, not even knowing what to say to comfort him. Like a raised hand, you can only give up.
Bao Zhu sighed deeply, and could only smile with relief at Shang Yue Nu's worried eyes. "There are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead of us. We all have to go."
Bao Zhu stood up and looked at the unfinished paper kite on the table. Outside the window was a bustling crowd of people moving things.
