The slight cold is coming, and during the Laba Festival, heavy snow has blocked roads, making it difficult to travel. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the people in the palace have been very busy since today, buying new year's goods.
At night, Li Qingya, dressed in undergarments, was drawing a picture of winter snow and cold plum blossoms in front of the warm desk. She used meticulous freehand brushwork, and the slender brush tail dragged smoothly on the drawing paper. The plum blossoms in the painting were crimson and dazzling. In fact, the blazing snow makes the snow white.
For a long time, when she was immersed in it, Liang Xiyi brought out a bowl of brightly colored eight-treasure porridge - "Madam, the night is getting cold, take a bowl of laba porridge and then go to bed!"
Only then did she regain her composure in the words of pity and concern: "Today is the Laba Festival!"
After a long time, she slowly went to take a look at the golden gate outside the house, then came back and locked the door. She sat lightly on the edge of the couch and drank the bowl of eight-treasure porridge. After rinsing her mouth, she fell asleep.
At three o'clock in the night, Wanyan Yong knocked on the door and came in. He opened the curtain and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he went to the bathroom to take a bath before returning.
He walked lightly around the quiet room, walking in front of the stove to warm his hands. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the oil-paper umbrella that Wan Yanliang had given her that day in the painting basket. He opened it with curiosity and looked at it. , saw the "Ode to Leisure" written on the edge of the umbrella.
After reading, he put down his umbrella and felt so mixed in his heart that it was hard to describe. He undressed and took off his belt and got into the warm quilt, waking her up from her deep sleep.
She was confused and said with sleepy eyes: "Isn't your Majesty accompanying your concubine tonight?"
When she spoke, she didn't turn sideways and asked him lightly, feeling cold and distant.
"This is the palace of the lonely king. You can go wherever you want!"
In a word, she didn't refute, and she made no other unnecessary movements. She turned sideways and faced the gauze tent on the other side of the bed.
He took her shoulder, pointed to the painting basket outside the curtain and asked, "Where did that umbrella come from? I have never seen it in your room before."
Qing Ya was stunned for a moment and said, "It's mine!"
Somehow, looking at her silent figure in front of him, Wan Yanyong's eyes suddenly became wet, and it took a long time to dissipate. Then, he suddenly grabbed her shoulders again and rolled her under his body. When she heard a surprised expression, he kissed her deeply. His whole body was filled with heat, just waiting to return to the fairyland.
In the middle of the night, the bed curtains became quiet. She woke up to one or two knocks on the door, glanced at the sleeping people beside her, got out of bed with her sore waist in hand, and staggered to the front room.
I saw that Xiyi had already placed the bowl of Bizi soup on the coffee table. Then, she walked forward slowly, looking at the steaming bowl of soup and smelling the strong and suffocating smell of the medicine. , couldn't help covering his mouth and nose.
Wan Yanyong woke up from his dream and twitched as if he had stepped in the air. When he woke up, he saw that she was not around. After hearing some murmurs, he walked forward lightly to take a look.
Outside the curtain, Liang Xiyi lowered her voice to comfort her.
"Madam, this medicine is very bitter, so please don't drink it! It's been so many years, so just put it down! Your Majesty treats you very well!"
"Shh... keep it down, let's go to the side room to talk!" She pursed her lips and put her jade fingers between her lips.
The two of them left quickly. The more Wan Yanyong listened, the more puzzled he became, "Do you still have to avoid going to the side room like this after drinking a bowl of tonic?" For this reason, he quietly followed the two of them, pushed aside the waiting people on the corridor, and stood Eavesdropping outside the wing.
"Madam, can you just listen to my slave and stop drinking this soup?"
"Bi Zi Tang," these three thunderous words shocked him so much that he couldn't stand still. A chill suddenly hit his heart. He held the edge of the door and held his breath before continuing to listen. ..
"The king treats you very well. You have been married to the palace for several years. You should let go of things. Look, the king loves you so much. You are the favorite in the palace. Please make a brother and sister with the king. Damn, live your life well!"
She quietly replied: "I am free to use discretion..." and then picked up the bowl.
"Madam, the Bizi Soup is really hurting your body. You have been drinking it for so many years, and your life has been messed up. If you continue to drink it, it will be difficult for you to have a baby in the future!"
"Even if I beg you, I can't do it? Your Majesty, he is in the past..., can you please stop thinking about it?"
When Wanyanyong heard this, he no longer had the courage to listen, so before he could
After our master and servant finished speaking, he staggered back to the bedroom, awkwardly holding on to the cold lacquered wooden stakes, as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.
When going up the stone steps, I don't know whether it was because of slippery snow or because he was absent-minded, but he fell hard and the palms of his hands were scratched and stained with blood.
That night, he returned to the house and waited for her, wanting to ask her clearly, but when she came back, he didn't have the courage to question her. Instead, he pretended to be asleep and watched her lie down.
He didn't close his eyes all night, staring at the bed curtain with the lucky bag hanging on it with his eyes covered with red threads, waiting for dawn to change clothes and leave.
When he returned to his dormitory, he ordered his servants to secretly find the remaining residue of the decoction that Qingya drank every time, and then summoned the imperial doctor to examine them one by one.
The young imperial doctor was hurriedly summoned. After checking the handful of medicine dregs, he was blasted out with his thunderous fury. He ran out in a panic holding the medicine box. The servants carrying water and trays outside the house were too frightened to continue. Go in and step back three feet.
Soon, the waiter went to invite the imperial concubine Mingxuan, and the room became quiet.
What Mingxuan saw was a sad yet calm face. He crossed his ankles blankly and sat on the Arhat bed, facing the small bright window. The corners of his lips parted as if he were saying something. In his ethereal eyes, there was nothing to be found. A ray of light came out.
For several days, Wanyanyong never looked for Qingya again.
Compared to him, Qing Yaxuan was much calmer. She thought Wanyanyong was busy with official duties and had no time to take care of herself, so she didn't disturb him and lived her own life leisurely.
On the day of the New Year, she was cutting window grilles with Yungong inside the house. She cut several pictures in a row, including lifelike pictures of magpies playing and pictures of Pisces playing in the water, all of which clearly expressed the beautiful expectations of the Spring Festival.
Yungong grew taller and cut out a picture of a peacock, so he ran over and showed it to her: "My dear, look, the peacock I cut is really real!"
She smiled and took a closer look. She looked at the red peacock feathers and said with a smile: "It's really real. It's better than my haircut! I didn't expect that a man like you would do what girls do!"
"You are looking down on me? Is it hard to get me? I am proficient in reading, writing, riding and shooting, playing music and chess. Cutting a window grill is a piece of cake!"
"Just be proud of yourself! Watch out for the day when your younger siblings are better than you!"
"At present, there is definitely not one. If you want to have one, hurry up and give dad a younger sibling who can surpass me."
After hearing this, Qing Ya pursed her lips and smiled, then fell silent.
Yungong cut off several beasts and birds, and then she began to be absent-minded. One moment she used scissors to trim the plum branches in the vase, and the next moment she went to trim the asparagus bamboo. When she got bored, she jumped to her side again and said, "Little girl, Ma’am, I’m not happy playing here alone, I want to call both my sixth sister and my seventh brother!”
"Just ask the waiter to get it properly!"
Yungong shook his head and put his arms around her: "Little girl, Sixth Sister can't leave easily. She always wants you to hold her before she leaves! Just go with me, and we'll go to Daddy's room to get it." I got some good ink and wrote some couplets too!"
"Dad has collected a lot of good ink. I want it, but he won't give it to me. But when you go, it will be different. It's just a matter of words!"
Qingya was coaxed by his sharp words, and he made a fuss around her. She couldn't move her hands away or walk away, so she had no choice but to agree.
The two of them, one tall and one short, walked together and passed by the corridor hung with red lanterns.
Before she left the courtyard where she lived, Prince Yong and his wife came face to face. They were talking and laughing about something, but when they saw Qingya, Wanyan Yong's face turned cold and he put his hands behind his back. Qingya seemed to be aware of his suppressed displeasure, so she walked a little slower, but still bowed her hands and bowed without any hesitation.
Mingxuan asked with a smile: "I am here with the king to see the window grilles cut by my sister's skillful hands? Where...is my sister going?"
"I wanted to get all the little dolls together to play, but Miss Six always insisted on me holding her before she left, so I went to get her in person!"
Mingxuan nodded, and seemed to have a heavy heart. He frowned and patted her hand: "It's rare that you like children so much. Have you never thought about having a child? If you yourself
With a doll, you will be a good mother! "
After hearing this, she smiled lightly, with a slight pear dimple floating at the corner of her lips.
——"Just let it go. When blessing comes, children will come naturally. Just take your time and take care of it!"
Her smile was dignified and bright, but she didn't realize that Wan Yanyong beside her was gritting her teeth.
"Sister and your Majesty go in first, and I will carry you here. Come back as soon as you go!"
She squatted down as she was accustomed to, lowered her head, and then clasped her hands on her waist to say goodbye. She did not communicate with him for a moment, and her eyes directly crossed his majestic figure and fell on the corridor.
He couldn't even stand her indifference anymore, couldn't raise his head to look at her firm and decisive eyes again, he could only feel her passing by quickly and smell the fragrance emanating from her dress at that moment.
Light fragrance.
Finally, he broke out, turned around and grabbed her before she could go far away, his eyes full of anger.
Qingya was so frightened that she quickly moved away his hand on her arm: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
He pointed to the waiting people on the side and said: "Come here, take Sanlang out. The lonely king and his wife have important matters to discuss!"
"Daddy, calm down!"
"Be obedient and go with the eldest mistress to pick up the sixth sister!"
"Your Majesty, please calm down, Qingya is weak!" Mingxuan was pacing aside, advising him.
"She has a weak body? She has a very strong body!"
He grabbed her slender wrist until it turned red, pulled her into the room, and sent all the slaves away. He was like a crazy horse that was frightened for a moment, forgetting everything, and dragged her into the bedroom.
He threw her on the sofa and casually peeled off her beaded dress. The tears from his eyes fell on her fair skin and condensed with her soft and delicate black silk.
While feeling uncomfortable, he asked her: "You still pretend to be Wan Yanliang in your heart, right?"
"Say it, Li Qingya, say it!"
"Four years, four whole years, you kept the lonely king in the dark, you drank the drug to avoid children for four years!"
"Do you hate me so much? But I love you so much, I gave you my heart!"
"You still don't love me..."
She said nothing more, supported her with both hands, and cried quietly, the crystal teardrops reflecting the past.
These four years of emotions, his heart-breaking efforts, her barely surviving and accepting, were all wrong!
