: 8 heart attack (catching insects)

"The emperor, this flower..." Gao Dezhong looked at the pots of purple flowers in front of him. This flower is beautiful to look at, but when it comes to the precious, this purple flower is really nothing, how the emperor suddenly liked this flower. Come?
"Looking at this Gesha purple, you don't have a taste." Cheng Xuan Emperor reached out to caress the purple petals, and the silk was cold and silky, giving a comfortable feeling. "Move these pots of flowers to Tao Yuge."
Gao Dezhong looked down at these pots and opened the bright purple towel purple. If he remembered correctly, the noble owner who lived in Tao Yuge was only a small niche. The emperor gave such a few pots of peony, not Raise the status of Zhao Yu in the palace?
If this is to give other flowers, it is not a big deal, but this peony is not something else. The so-called peony is expensive, but where is the ordinary word?
The emperor’s woman in the harem has always been a pet and no love, even if it is a pet, it will not pass the fire. What kind of person is this Zhao Qiu, the emperor does not remember him but remembers clearly, although the time of entering the palace is short, but he offended several masters in the palace, although the skin is good, but the and the nature are not good, so the emperor After turning over a few brands, I forgot people behind me. When Zhao Wei was still a funeral in the past few days, I was a tossed by many people in the palace. This turned over and it was really out of him. Unexpectedly, or is it that the recklessness of the old master of the old man was not put out?
However, it is not good to have such a brainlessness or even let the emperor be left out, but if not, how can a person's change be so great?
"You are wondering why you gave the peony to Zhao Zhao?" Cheng Xuan Emperor looked at Gao Dezhong with a fluttering look, and his mouth was still smiling with two points. It is obvious that he is in a good mood.
"The slaves don't dare," Gao Dezhong's sweat of the brain suddenly overflowed, and spy on the emperor's mind, that is the thing that turned off his head. Where can he recognize this?
"Okay," Cheng Xuandi saw him in this appearance, and raised the hand: "Go and move the flowers to Taoyu Pavilion."
"The niece, the slave said that the emperor has enjoyed a few pots of purple flowers on the side of the Tao Yuge." When he was close to the palace, he danced to the side of the soft body. After saying this, he saw the soft complexion. Gloomy.
"Can you see that it is a purple towel?" The soft eyes looked like a cold dance, and even the wonderful voice was a little more chilly. When the dance buryed the head two points lower, "Yes, the master."
"Well, a good Zhao Hao," said softly and sneer: "This palace gave her a horse, and she slaps the palace, and she even gives the emperor a gift of purple towel!" However, I wanted to tell her that a small Zhao Zhao was not a good thing in the palace. She never thought that Zhao Zhao would dare to use this method to provoke her.
She has played a good piano since she was a child. Even the best violinist in the palace is not as good as her. In addition, she has a good voice and a good looks. Since she entered the palace for a few years, she has been loved by the emperor. The little slaps his face.
"I want to come to Zhaoyi to love peony," said Joan slowly. "Go and send the peony of the palace to the Tao Yuge, remember that it is embroidered with thousands of Wei purple flowers. Don't take it wrong."
"Yes." After the exit of the dance and the trenches, it was only a sigh of relief.
Zhuang Luo took care of his chin and looked at the slaves carefully to move a few pots of gray flowers purple, lazily leaning on the soft couch, by listening to the bamboo for his own legs, comfortable eyes narrowed.
"The master, and the soft-hearted girl of Le Gong sent a thousand Wei Wei-like palace satin," Yun Xi walked in from the outside room, seeing Zhao Yu in closing his eyes, he lowered his voice a lot.

Thousands of Wei Zi?
Zhuang Luo opened his eyes and looked at the palace satin in the hands of the eyes. He smiled at the lips.
This satin is a good thing, let it go in the library.

"The master, the slave is holding the soft girl." Yun Xi frowned, seemingly embarrassed, but as a slave, the master did not speak, but she could not easily speak.
"Because of her trouble, Wei Zi is still a purple towel, but it is just a few flowers," she said, a woman with normal brains, who would really regard herself as a flower, this kind of demonstration can not scratch her The itching, left and right, is just a man who sent her a few pots of flowers.
Yun Xi has recently become more and more ignorant of the idea of ​​the master. In the face of the provocation of softness, the master even has no worries, and there are these pots of purple flowers, which are given by the emperor, but with the help of the master. It seems that there is no such thing as a smug look.
When Yunxi retired, Zhuangluo sat up and reached out and listened to the bamboo to help him get up. When he turned to the first room, he saw the red flowers outside the window. "She gave me today, I always remember to return to the ceremony."
Listening to the bamboo back is cold, she has seen many means in the palace for a few years, but as Zhao Zhao said, it is not so much.
The aunt who taught her before said that in the harem, the more gentle the woman is, the more terrible the woman is. She looked at the light smile on Zhao's face and slowly lowered her head.
The aunt who has raised her has also said that in this harem, it is better to follow an awkward master, and not to follow a soft-hearted master. In such a place, the master is not enough, and being a slave is nothing but a crime.
In the harem, the loyal slaves do not serve the two masters, and the non-loyal slaves are not dying. Listening to the bamboo mouth escaping a smile, the palace is a big casino, buy it and leave it unrepentant, she will bet on this bet.
After lunch, Feng Yan looked at the royal case or asked if there was a good fortune, and finally put the pen on the stool and got up and robbed his clothes.
Waiting for the emperor to change clothes, Gao Dezhong saw the emperor look indifferent, and said: "The emperor, the slaves heard a new dance in the music and dance, not a call."

It’s nothing more than building up some novelty things,
said the emperor’s demeanor.
Don’t walk in this garden.

In April, Fangfeiduo, the garden is full of purple and red, and the butterfly flutters among them. It is a beautiful scenery. It is a pity that Xuan Xuan used to see the scenery in the palace. This scene is in his eyes, no different from the roadside stone.
Passing through a pear garden, it is a lotus pond. Because it was in early April, the lotus leaf did not show its angle. Although the dry lotus had been cleaned up, it still gave people a sense of desolateness. Sealing his hands behind him, looking at the lotus pond, the look is silent.
"The master, can't go any further, there is a lotus pond in front, and it hasn't sprouted yet."
"That's all, this pear blossoms are beautiful."

This is the biggest pear garden in the palace. It’s just when the pear blossoms are shining. The wind blows like snow.

Gao Dezhong heard the shrill voice from the pear garden. He just wanted to send people to ask them to evade. Who knows that the emperor has stopped and sees the emperor like this. He seems to want to listen to the corner?
The reason why Feng Yi stopped Gao Dezhong was nothing else, because the person he heard was the Zhao Yu of Tao Yuge. The people in the palace didn’t love pears, just because the pears were separated, this was not good. There are not a few people to touch the signs. How did this come to this?

A spring breeze comes, Wanshu pear blossoms,
Zhuang Luo looked up at the white pear flower.
It’s just fine.

"Master, here can not stay too long, this pear flower..." Listening to bamboo wants to say that pear flower is not good, but I don't know where to start.
Zhuang Luo wants to say that this man's heart has nothing to do with flowers, but she hasn't gotten the brain to this point. "The world is happy and not happy, I am a laity, and nature is no exception. But in this world, there is a gathering. There are scattered, fear of separation and unintentional, it is better to cherish the time of gathering, when the truth is separated, there are also memories when you meet. I don't want to wait for the flowers to go, I think it was always uneasy."
"The master..." Hearing Zhu thought that the master had a bit of bleakness, and couldn't help but think of the things that happened after the master entered the palace. "But, if you can stay together for a long time, wouldn't it be better?"
Zhuangluo, who had just finished the literary arts, heard the words of listening to bamboo. I really don’t want to say directly. There is only one emperor in the harem, and there is only one emperor. What is the longest time, the most comfortable way is to mix a good position, Anan I enjoyed eating and drinking, but when I saw the solemn and sympathetic expression on the bamboo face, she felt that she still needed to continue to install literature. "But I’m so confused, I put people in my heart. He is very bitter with me. If he wants to leave, I will barely keep it, but my heart will be cut like a knife. If you don't want to listen, it will be enough to have memories."
There are two kinds of women in this harem, one for fame and fortune, and the other for love. The latter is pathetic and sad, the former is poor and hateful. Listening to the bamboo carefully, I opened the pear flower on the shoulder of Zhuangluo. "The master, the wind is up, let's go back."
Zhuang Luozhen also felt that he couldn't keep going. If he said that he felt stomach pain, it was difficult to listen to the bamboo. He nodded and said, "Go back."
People who live in a bustling society say that love is not necessarily love. But for ancient women, husband is their heaven, and cherish it will be love. Zhuang Luo did not say this, listening to bamboo but listening to the ears, remembered in my heart.
Turning to the first room, there seems to be a bright yellow out of the flower sea. Zhuang Luo hangs his eyes and holds the hand of the bamboo: "Listen to bamboo, today's words are just my dreams, but it is just a dream of you. If you forget, I can also be a dream when I am myself. I am ignorant and ignorant. I am ignorant and painless."
"Yes…"
Men are always more pitiful when they treat women who are tied to him. For the emperor to fight for the harem, the true heart of the embarrassment is even more rare. Even if this woman does not love him, I am afraid that it is also worth two points. This is the weight of the heart.
Sometimes the meat/body is satisfied, and spiritual satisfaction is also necessary.
Walking out of the pear garden, Zhuangluo looked back at the garden. Who said that the pear flower was gone, and today this unexpected gathering did not give an unexpected surprise?
"Master, don't be embarrassed." Listening to Zhu thought that Zhuangluo was uncomfortable, and could not help but speak more and more.
"No problem, but look at it," Zhuang Luozhen took back the line of sight, took care of the glazed peach blossoms in the hairdressing room, and slowly walked away.
At the end of the dry pond, Gao Dezhong’s slaves were all on the ground. Although Zhao Zhao was only a small branch, he was also the master of the palace. Those who were slaves should not listen to them.
After a long period of enthusiasm, I was only faintly saying: "Get up."
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