"Your Majesty, Lady Yeyi has arrived!"
At the second watch in the evening, a waiting person came into the house and stood behind the curtains, bowing. It was vaguely discernible through the thin curtains that Wan Yanliang was on the couch enjoying the night with a slim lady. The coquettish whispers that came out from time to time made the waiter's face turn red and he buried his head tightly.
"Let her in!" After a long time, he calmed down after seeing the red curtain in the inner room, and Wan Yanliang shouted outside.
The waiter stumbled out quickly and introduced Ye Qingge: "Madam, I won't go in!"
Qingge's face was calm, and his eyes were a little frightened. He opened the curtain and entered the inner room. He saw a disheveled woman in Wanyanliang's arms through the gauze curtain, and she bowed her head in front of him with a red face.
"Your Majesty, I wonder what your Majesty has in mind when he summons me so late?" She asked tremblingly, raising her little hand.
Just looking at Wan Yanliang, he turned over and sat on the edge of the couch. He casually took his pajamas and opened the curtain. He took a handkerchief from the table beside the couch, wiped the sweat on his forehead and neck, and put the handkerchief on it. Throwing it away, he walked toward her with his belly exposed.
At that moment, she saw clearly who the woman was. It was Tang Kuo Dingge, the beautiful and raven-haired lady. She was lying on the bed, with her fair arms exposed and her charming eyes looking forward.
She was so frightened that she dropped her head and closed her eyes.
Wan Yanliang came over and lifted her chin up with a wicked smile: "Did you tell the lonely king's plan to me?"
Qingge replied: "I don't know what the king's plan is!"
"I don't know?" He pinched her small cheeks together, causing her eyes to turn red.
He put his cheek to her and whispered: "Xiao Ning, you have confessed. She is lying on the couch unable to move at all. Do you want to take a look?"
"Your Majesty, I was afraid that you would take risks, so I just mentioned it in front of my mistress. It was not a snitch." Her eyes were filled with tears, and her gaze moved left and right in his eyes.
"Then do you know that your trip ruined the lonely king's plan, huh?" He slapped her on the ground and scolded her angrily.
He stepped forward again and pinched her wrist and said: "Come on, you have seen her now. The lonely king is the thief who is currently seducing other women. Go, tell me, go!"
Wan Yanliang unleashed his anger on her, pinched her neck, and was speechless.
"Listen to me, you were brought back by the lonely king from Qunfang Pavilion. If I accept you as my wife, I will be your husband. I can pamper you and let you enjoy the glory and wealth, or I can send you back! You have you understood?"
She fell to the ground with trembling shoulders, and the broken hair on her temples was scattered in layers.
"I...understand!" She lowered her head and sobbed.
"This Qi Kingdom Mansion is the residence of King Gu. You are all the women of King Gu. You must focus on your husband. Others are secondary."
"Your Majesty, I don't dare anymore!"
He stood up lightly and looked down at her beautiful face with childishness. Her tears were red and the pear blossoms were raining down, and he felt some pity again.
"Well, it's good that you know. Go to the back room to dress up first. When the lonely king is summoned, you will serve me tonight!"
After Wan Yanliang finished speaking, he gathered up his pajamas, waved his long-sleeved shirt, and sat on the couch with his belly exposed, holding a cup of tea and drinking it.
Qing Ge awkwardly put her hair behind her ears, then stood up, bowed her face and saluted: "I take my leave!"
He looked at her, and his rough voice was a little gentle: "Well, in the back room, the lonely king has prepared your favorite quail soup and chicken with black bean sauce, as well as some of your favorite pastries, you can decide You haven’t had dinner yet, it’s cold at night, don’t starve yourself!”
She looked up at him, nodded after a long pause, and then resigned.
Tang Kuodingge, who was lying on the couch, saw this situation and smiled from ear to ear. He picked up a lock of black hair and twirled it on his fingertips, then sat up and stared at him.
"Your Majesty, it's really strange. You beat her and then coaxed her. You were so happy and angry that you scared me!"
The plump and exquisite red lips opened and closed, and a pair of charming eyes were looking at him who was sitting on the couch.
"She is serving at the side at a young age, so it is inevitable that she will make some mistakes. It is understandable that she should be punished for her mistakes, but after all, she is the lonely king's woman, and the lonely king does not want to see her cry." He stretched out his hand to put a few flowers on the side. I broke off one of the potted plum blossoms and turned it in my hand.
He suddenly looked sad, looked at the plum in his hand with his thick eyebrows and said:
"King Gu, I don't dare to appreciate plum blossoms anymore!"
"Why don't you dare to appreciate the plum blossoms?"
He didn't answer and ignored Meadow's case.
"Get up! The lonely king will send someone to take you back. Don't let Wudai find out!" He tightened his clothes again and spread his palms on the charcoal fire to warm them.
Tang Kuo Dingge turned over reluctantly, reached out to take the belly wipe from the side, tied the belt with his hands, then put on his inner clothes, another layer of cotton clothes, then put on a loose flower coat, a cloud shoulder and a woolen scarf. collar.
I made some random arrangements in front of the dressing table and then resigned.
"The lonely king no longer dares to appreciate the plum blossoms!" he said again, staring at the plum blossoms.
Qing Ya's wind and cold improved a little. In the cold snowy night, she was alone around the stove. She took the pipa that the waiter brought, played it a few times with her hands, and played a sad song "How Bright is the Bright Moon" .
His voice is quiet, sometimes as fast as falling rain, sometimes as slow as a whisper. The sound of a single string is clear and sweet, and the unison is full of tragic meaning.
This song "How Bright the Moon Is" is her favorite song, and it was composed by Wan Yanliang based on ancient poems. It is clear and sad, and represents the beauty and illusion of a woman's boudoir dream.
She looked at the charcoal fire in the furnace, played the cold string instrument casually, and played it over and over again.
"What's wrong? Are you worried about something?"
After listening to her melancholy music from afar, Wanyan Yong gently moved his arms around her waist from behind, frightening her and secretly startling her.
"It's nothing. I haven't played for a long time. I was afraid that I would get rusty, so I played it twice on a whim!"
Under the dim candlelight and in front of the warm charcoal fire, she still lowered her little eyebrows. She raised the corners of her mouth and turned to look at him for a moment. When she saw his affectionate eyes, she turned her head again.
"I love listening to the pipa the most, and the imperial concubine also plays a good pipa."
"My sister is both talented and virtuous, and her dancing skills are outstanding. No one can beat her at the pipa. This is something everyone in the capital knows!"
She said this quietly and put the lute aside.
"By the way, today is the fifteenth day, why is the king here again?"
He got closer to her and smelled a faint fragrance.
"Can't I come from a lady? The imperial concubine kicked me out, but the lady refused to take me in?"
After hearing this, she laughed foolishly, looked at his quiet and naive expression, and said, "Sister, how did you get rid of the king? It's all nonsense!"
"Really! She said that as a bride, I should stay with you longer, so she asked me to come over. She seems to have gradually lost her affection for me."
Qingya smiled after hearing this, removed his hands, and used pliers to stir the coals in the furnace.
"Which woman is willing to share the same husband with another woman? It's all helpless! The etiquette has been like this in ancient times. If you are a concubine, you must advise the king to spread the branches of the royal family and not be jealous. Therefore, sister It can be like this!"
He held her hands, looked at her with bright eyes and said, "If it were you, would you be willing to be so polite?"
She stopped laughing and turned her head: "I'm not a real wife. If I don't have such good virtues, I won't be like this. Since I was a child, I didn't like the etiquette of tying people, the orders of my parents, the words of matchmakers, the three obediences and the four virtues. All the laws of wives and concubines are the things that drive people crazy!"
"If you are so tired of being a human being and can't live for yourself, you might as well be a dancing butterfly, a fish in the water, a butterfly, free to twist the flowers and fall, or a fish to enjoy the spring rain and snow, how wonderful!"
There was regret in her eyes, and she never looked at him. He understood what she meant. After all, she was still very sad about this marriage.
He held up his arms and said: "Qingya, you are still with King Guigu, uncle Wei, right? My uncle set up a drinking party, and King Weigu treated you that night..., so you had to marry him."
After hearing this, Qingya stood up lightly and took a
Zhang put the blanket on the fire and sneered: "The king already knows!"
"After that night, I sent someone to check the wine and dosed me with a heavy dose of alcohol. The incense you ordered in your room was also mixed with incense, and all the acacia powder was sprinkled on the quilt. That's why the lonely king acted impulsively and caused a big disaster. wrong."
"Your Majesty, there is no need to talk anymore. Now, I don't want to look back on the past. I don't like to talk about the past. I only want to look forward, Your Majesty, and don't talk about the future!"
"Since I have married into the royal palace, I must abide by my morality, treat the king with respect as a guest, and do what a concubine should do."
Maybe the past was too hurtful. She was a happy girl, but her father set up a trap and sacrificed herself to the prince. She was hurt twice and exhausted physically and mentally. She also wanted to forget it.
After hearing what she said, Wan Yanyong put his arms around her shoulders, looked into her bright eyes and said:
"Respect each other as a guest? I don't want you to treat me as a guest with an empty reputation. I want you to accept me from the bottom of your heart from now on, love me, and I love you too. We can be husband and wife and have a bunch of beautiful babies. Keep it forever."
"Qingya, I really love you! I know you love me too. When you gave me advice in front of everyone that day, I knew you had me in your heart."
"Since our wedding, I have stayed at your place every night and been close to you, and you have not refused. You have gradually accepted me both physically and mentally."
He put her in his arms, held her cheeks and said, "Qingya, we are the lovers destined by God, really! I am the only one who has everything in this life. I will give you everything you want. I only wish you You can stay with me."
Three blows in a row made her feel a little relieved, and she froze in place and was held in his arms.
"Okay, I understand the king's heart," she got out of his arms and looked up at him.
"But... today is the fifteenth, and the king must go to the empress, okay? The empress also needs the king's love."
After hearing this, he slipped his hands from her shoulders and asked, "Are you driving me away?"
She smiled, pursed her lips, and gently held his hand. It was the first time she took the initiative to hold his hand, which made him a little at a loss. She looked at those hands with a smile.
"It's not that I'm chasing the king away, but today is the fifteenth day. It's my mother-in-law's duty to serve the king. If I become arrogant, my mother-in-law will scold me!"
Wan Yanyong raised her soft hands, put them under her lips and kissed her again and again: "Okay, the lonely king will listen to my wife!"
He scratched the back of his head, stood up reluctantly, smiled naively at her and said, "Then tomorrow morning, I'll come and see my wife!"
"Okay!" She nodded.
His smile was shy and gentle, with some joy but not too ostentatious, but the unique restraint and calmness of a quiet man.
Qingya suddenly felt that if she had loved him at that time, maybe she wouldn't be so sad!
She pondered for a while, looked up, and saw that his figure was no longer in front of the door. As if out of inertia, she quickly stood up and chased to the threshold, only to see that he had not gone far, but was standing not far away. On the porch, facing the wind and independent.
"Look! I said, you still have me in your heart,"
She pursed her lips and looked at his majestic and tall figure leaning against the railing. Out of shyness, she lowered her head and returned to the house.
From then on, her heart could not calm down. She took a step back and looked outside. He was still there, and she entered the room again. When she stayed again, she left the room, and he was finally gone. The black The robe disappeared at the end of the garden entrance.
