/kloc-Before the age of 0/6, the sky was clear and blue.
He gave me flawless glass beads. He said that the sky in Jinling is also like Qinhuai River. He likes to let everything bloom at my fingertips. I am such a happy little girl, because of him, he is by my side.
My name is Lin.
Six princes are from Jia's favorite maiko.
Accustomed to the envious or jealous eyes around me, I heard them call me a headstrong mother.
Just from Jia, he said that I should order a dress, a thin and graceful dress like when I was dancing. He said, "You are pathetic. You were trapped in the palace wall of Wan Ren at an early age. " I said, "Cong Jia, you can't talk like that. If it reaches the ears of the emperor, he will think that you don't love him and his dynasty. "
Laughing at Jia Sese, the eyebrows are condensed with empty careers. I like his frankness, but I regret that he is such a cowardly man with no ambition and really shouldn't have been born in an imperial family. He asked me how long I had been in the palace, and I bit my lip and pinched my index finger: "About one year and nine months." Jia shook his head and said, "After next month, it will be two years. Nishang, after so long, don't you understand me? How about the jade seal and the dragon robe? All I want is the life I love. "
"Poetry and songs? Living a paradise in this damn palace? "
"I have no intention of fighting for anything."
"But you have won."
From Jia, he looked at me in surprise. His eyes are as clear as water. At such a young age, he boasted that he was aloof from the world, but his brow was always full of worries. I sighed and asked him, "Don't you see that the prince is jealous of you?" Last year in Chinese Valentine's Day, the emperor hosted a feast for you. Has this happened before? Now he often asks you to write poems with him in the garden, and he is full of praise for your paper skills. Do you think others can really pretend that nothing happened? "
"Who do you mean?"
"Wang Yan Hongji."
For a long time, she smiled happily from He Jia: "Nishang, you think too much. Come and dance for me. "
As night falls, the slanting moon is as heavy as a hook. Jia Cong likes watching me dance at this time very much. He also specially built this Lanyuelou for me. He won't let me live with other dancers. He said I was his, his own, and his indulgence made me sweet from skin to heart. So he comes every three days, no one else, no soft music, I just dance silently, he watches silently, or pours himself a glass of wine. Finally, I smiled and he smiled. Sometimes we have endless worries, which look mature, and sometimes we are silly like two children who have not joined the WTO.
That night, I danced sadly, stood on tiptoe and turned scarlet gauze into enchanting Haitang in the dark night. He took a sip of the wine in his glass and squinted at me comfortably. Jia Cong, my Sixth Highness, when will you take my worries to heart? In the palace, you should learn to live like a hedgehog.
In the Southern Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zongbao was nine years old and Li Yu was fifteen years old.
Guo Wei proclaimed himself emperor, with the title of Week.
"Hand-rolled jade hook on the real pearl, according to the previous spring, I hate to lock the building. The fallen flower in the wind is so haggard, who is its owner? This makes me more and more confused. The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Look back at the green waves and catch up with the sky. "
I have always liked his father's Huanxisha since Jia. When I was alone, I hesitated, gently wrote it on rice paper with a pen or gave it to me on a folding fan. He said, "Look at this dress. My father's handwriting is so good. They are full of feelings, but tactful and delicate. At first glance, although it is the theme of thinking about women and caring for people, it can also make people realize his concern for the country and the people. "
He wowed with admiration, but I insisted on frowning at him: "From Jia, I want to express my sorrow and mercy, and lilacs are in my heart." Although the word emperor is concerned about the country and the people, is it too sad and a bit negative to worry about every word? I always have some ominous feelings. "
I pulled up my wind-blown uterine tapestry from armor: "Good clothes, you are always so worried. Now that Guo Wei has been established for a week, Nantang has another enemy. My father's worry naturally has his reasons. " But now the world is divided, with Jingnan, Houshu, Chu and Qidan in the north. Who doesn't want to follow the example of the king of Qin and sweep Liuhe? Can't the father and the fierce ancestors manage the Southern Tang Dynasty into a peaceful and prosperous time? Although there is worry, it is harmless. "
I had a heart attack. Jia Cong is so naive that he really can't be an emperor. He took me to the imperial garden, and the water lilies in the pool were blooming brightly and charming. From Jia station to the bridge, I crouched down and motioned for me to do the same. I laughed at him: "Are you really afraid to wake up a pool of water lilies and hide?"
Jia looked at me while being naughty and quite proud. He said: "I don't regret it if I don't watch it."
I patted him on the back of the head, and he gave in to me and told me to put aside the distinction between master and servant. Crouching like him, staring blankly at the lotus pond, at a loss. Jia stretched out five fingers and moved slowly on the railing. "Look, you can not only see this rainbow, but also touch it. It's beautiful. "
I found a thick mist floating on the railing of the stone bridge. The setting sun shines gently from the distant mountains, and the small water droplets in the fog dance slightly, giving off rainbow-like layers of colorful light. "From jia, this is how to return a responsibility? Why hasn't anyone found it in the palace? It's beautiful. " I also followed Jia's example, putting my finger into Xiao Rainbow's body and moving back and forth inside. The cool mist got into my skin and my bones were soft and wet.
Judging from what Jia said, it can only be seen after heavy rain. On weekdays, we walk with a straight back, so it is naturally difficult to find out whether we have ever stood side by side with the railing.
"As far as you are concerned, haven't you been walking and squatting recently?"
"I am the sixth prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty. How can I squat?" Judging from the first half of Jia's sentence, he speaks confidently, with his face upturned and his chin higher than the tip of his nose. But the second half of the sentence only reached my ear and whispered, "I slipped on the moss here the other day, so I found it." That fall still hurts me. "
I couldn't help but snorted and covered my mouth, but I still bent over with laughter. I am anxious to laugh, Jia. He grabbed the palace mountain from me and said, "Nishang, if you smile again, I will throw your fan into the water."
I was angry with him and stood on tiptoe to grab the fan in his hand. Hiding from Zuo Jia to the right, I blushed, waved my sleeves and stood on tiptoe. The golden hairpin on my head fell and knocked on the quiet stone road in the imperial garden, as clear as the morning bell of dawn.
"A beautiful woman is dancing with Jin Chai." Jia shook the fan in his hand and looked at my half bun with glee. Before speaking, someone in the distance said, "What a beautiful sentence!" Jia Cong quickly suppressed a smile. I picked up the fallen gold hairpin, held it in my hand, and lowered my head to hide behind Jia Cong.
"I am addicted to song and dance poetry on weekdays, but I am getting more and more presumptuous, openly laughing and slapping maids in the imperial garden. What a scandal! " Jia Chuishou listened to the emperor's reprimand and nodded frequently.
There are cold and sharp eyes shooting overhead, and you don't need to look to know who it is. Presumably this is also because he deliberately told the emperor. I looked up slightly and gave each other a contemptuous look. Instead of being angry, he turned to look at a pool of water lilies. I heard the emperor calling me again, clenching my fist and kneeling before him trembling. He asked my name and origin, and I said my name was Lin, and I was a dancer in the palace. A eunuch next to him angrily reprimanded: "What a bold bitch, how dare you say this word' I' in front of the emperor."
I know I slipped my tongue, and the wet sweat in my hand almost missed Chai Jin. In the days around Jia, I have long been used to all the conventions in the palace. Jia Cong won't let me call myself a maid in front of him. He said I was just his clothes. At that time, I just entered the palace and suffered a lot of grievances. Jia Cong is my God. He suddenly came to my side and gave me sympathy and tenderness. How can I not be moved? But at this time, my heart is like hanging on the edge of a steep cliff, which may break into pieces at any time.
I kowtowed trembling and said, "handmaiden deserves to die when she knows her mistake."
Since Jia interceded for me, the emperor gathered his eyebrows and said, "When will you show the nobility and domineering of the royal family? For a mere dancer, you ..."
"Your Majesty, that is the Blue Moon Building." The eunuch who scolded me just now bent down and gave me a contemptuous look, like a poisonous needle that stabbed a dead person: "It is said that the Sixth Prince loves this dancer very much and built a Blue Moon Building for her in the palace, singing and dancing every night. Your majesty, there are too many people in the palace to control, but for the sake of the reputation of the emperor and the prince, I have to say. "
What a damned eunuch! I gritted my teeth and scolded, but I didn't dare to make any noise, thinking that I didn't know whether to hail or drop the knife next. I looked at Jia Cong sadly and bowed my head again. But how do you know that the emperor stopped cursing and a group of people went with him? The cool and faint wind blew over, and I didn't know whether it was sweat or tears on my face. Jia Cong helped me and whispered, "It's okay. It's okay. He is the emperor. He is always bad-tempered, but he is actually very kind. "
It's already dark, and my newly-made embroidered shoes are wet with dew. I didn't speak and went back to the Blue Moon Building. From the moment Jia followed me, I knew that he was as miserable as I was. I shouldn't have treated him like this, but I couldn't help being full of anger, and my grievances turned into complaints in front of him.
"Get dressed. Nishang. "
Let him shout whatever he wants. I just lie prone on the railing of Lanyuelou, looking at the dark imperial city and the palace wall of Wan Ren. Obviously, rows of colored glazed tiles only confuse people with their bright appearance. How many unknown secrets are hidden under every beam and in every heavy door? How many people in the Imperial City are happy?
"I'll give you back the fan."
I remember when my parents were still alive, they worked all day. Although the days are hard, there are countless small pleasures from poor families that let us hug each other and sleep. Watch lanterns on the Lantern Festival, watch the moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and watch my father and the men in the village race dragon boats on the Dragon Boat Festival. Those memories are like honey in a jar, and I still remember that there is a residual temperature in the astringent pain.
"By the way, your golden hairpin, I'll comb your bun again."
I still ignored him and stood behind Jia, making me feel that I was the Lord and he was the servant. I wanted to turn around and talk to him, but I heard him call me, "Nishang, you forgot to dance for me tonight."
Tears suddenly pattered on the back of the hand: "Jia Cong, Jia Cong, do you know why I am angry?"
Jia Cong said, "Yes, I failed to protect you, and you were wronged in front of your father today."
I smiled wryly: "How to protect me? Tell your father that singing and dancing are your interests? Say you're willing to give up your noble status as a prince for this? Say that I am your clothes, and others can't give me half a color? " Jia Cong was speechless.
"Master eunuch Weng's father-in-law, can't you see that he deliberately exposed your shortcomings for the benefit of others? I wonder how many slanders he will put into the emperor's ear in the future. Jia Cong, don't you believe me? Do you really think that if you don't commit a crime, others won't harm you? Do you know why the emperor was so angry when he saw you today? If he really wants you to be a happy prince in the future, why tell you about the domineering and extravagance of the royal family, and why do you want to sing and dance! "
Jia Cong looked like a trained child, hanging his head and listening to my words with resentment. Finally, he reached out and took my cold fingertips. He said, "I don't know anything, but I don't want to." You just have to believe that I can protect you and use all my strength. "
I haven't been with him since I was sixteen.
Lanyuelou became an empty plaque, as gloomy as my cold heart.
The man who once held my fingertips and vowed to protect me, at dawn on the third morning, watched me being taken out of the Blue Moon Building by the guards. Chai Jin and Cui Qiao had no time to plug in, leaving her hair idle and haggard. His eyes poked out of the corner of his eye, and his silence was more gorgeous than his oath.
I live in the prince's palace. A man who always wears a mask and can't see his inner sadness and joy lingers around me all day.
His name is Acer.
He said that he begged the emperor to keep me from being expelled from the palace. Now living in the most remote abandoned house in the East Palace is the best arrangement for me. He said I could ask him if I needed anything, and he would take good care of me.
But Jia Cong also said that he would protect me. I hate to have embarrassing nightmares, conspiracies, frame-ups, killings and bloodiness every night. Everyone in the dream has a ferocious face, and from Jia, cool thin is carved on his cheekbones. He always stood in the smoke and watched me being whipped, cut, burned and buried alive.
I broke the glass beads, and the residue was embedded in my palm. My fair skin was a little red. I squatted in the corner and hugged myself, crying and laughing.
Don't, the rest of my life is so withered and aging?
At first, you came to see me from Jia almost every day. The anxiety caused by loneliness and fear is only slightly calmed down. I'm still dancing his favorite dance. I'm light-footed and preoccupied. Jia Cong told me not to worry. He said, "I will definitely tell my father to let you come back to me."
This has become my greatest hope.
I thought that even if I didn't have Jia's ability, I would be satisfied as long as he devoted himself to me. But then one day, I opened my eyes and looked forward to night from dawn, but he didn't come.
My hopes are shaken badly.
The next day, the third day, a day like Sanqiu, I still haven't seen Jia Cong, and something in my body seems to be about to collapse. Hongji told me that the emperor married Zhou Zong's daughter, Zhou Qiang, who came from Jiari today.
I turned back to my room and heard Hongji sneer behind my back.
As expected, a woman married from Jia's family must be noble and gentle. And I am his dancer, and I will never change. Either I was spoiled by him and died of old age, or I was forgotten by him and turned the years into three thousand white hairs. Perhaps in this dense palace wall, countless women have experienced or are experiencing a similar fate to me, but I didn't expect that when this day came, I would be so down and out, so tired.
In the Southern Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zongbao was twelve years old and Li Yu was eighteen.
Zhou Taizu Guo Wei died and Chai Rong succeeded Zhou Shizong to the throne.
A spider's web was formed on the eaves of the house. When the wind blew, the gravel plunged into the eyes like a steel needle, which was very painful. Someone patted me on the shoulder and my vision blurred. I saw Jia Cong.
He asked me gently what was wrong, and he raised my chin. I suddenly wanted to cry, and tears washed away the gravel. I realized that the person in front of me was not Jia Cong whom I missed day and night, but Hongji. But at that moment, his eyes were gentle, and his movements were gentle and slow, just like Jia Cong. I smiled with tears. I must miss Jia Cong so much that I take everything in the world as him.
Hongji showed me a recently circulated Quegong Ci:
"At dusk, the makeup is bright and the snow is early, and the spring temple is filed. The water was blown away by the flute and the song was played again. Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
. . . . .