Chapter 45: The princess's little wife (13)

When you arrive at Mingshou Palace, you can easily notice the difference between this place and the East Palace.
After all, Ming Shou Palace is the residence of the princess, the daughter's boudoir, and the beginning of summer is over. The vermillion windows of Ming Shou Palace are replaced with soft smoke with a pattern of butterflies and flowers. The streamer everywhere is beautiful and luxurious.
Feng Yuexian followed Aunt Fangruo into the hall, and when he went to the hall, the furnishings were also changed.
There are crystal curtains hanging everywhere, just like a string of morning dew on the flower leaves, intricately outline the love, soft as a clear willow.
The auspicious beast incense burner was placed under the window, and even the soft smoke was tainted with overflowing incense, and it was incense softened.
And Song Pianzhen stood in front of the incense burner, like a jade tree and Qionghua, looking sideways.
The light smoke on the stove is dark, the fragrance is full, and the beauty looks back, like the waves of autumn water, and Gu Pan is radiant.
Song Pian came by brushing the curtain, her figure curled up, her clothes flowing like a moonlight, she saluted with fullness, and her voice was like an ying:
"I have seen the emperor's wife."
As soon as she approached, Feng Yuexian smelled a stronger fragrance from her, which was thick and not charming, like a lonely and dark fragrance, elegant and elegant.
Feng Yuexian's nose moved slightly, and he felt that the fragrance of Song Pianju was even more touching.
"This is He Xiang?"
"Sent from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, it's called Huihunmei." Song Pianzhen led Feng Yuexian to take a seat in the hall.
"It was said that when it was in the early snow years ago, I took the incense steamed from plum blossoms covered with snow. When I burned the incense, I could smell the plum blossoms."
It was the first time that Song Pianzhen heard the scent of plum blossoms. On a whim, he waited for the free time of the moon to try it out, and it really smelled dark.
"It is so."
"If you want to come to the House of Internal Affairs, you can also send it to the East Palace.
How is this the same.
In the East Palace, there is not a princess with an immortal appearance and pity that I see.
Song Pian, who has returned to his true colors, has slapped shoulders, tied with a light green bow tie, and a thin waist, tender and charming.
Chu Chu Jiao, lingering between her eyebrows, is the most touching.
"What?" Song Pianzhen tilted her head, clouding her temples like fog.
Only then did Feng Yuexian recover. She licked the tip of her tongue from the root of her teeth, blinked lightly, and smiled:
"nothing."
"By the way, this time I come here to give you a pastry recipe, and then I will talk to you."
"The emperor's sister-in-law is interested, I am raising it in the palace, and I am really lonely..."
The two were gossiping, whispering softly, laughing and talking, and when they were talking, the princess took the ivory handle silk-faced diamond-shaped embroidered fan to the princess.
Because the two were so close, the golden phoenix beaded hairpin on the crown of the princess almost caught the princess's hair sideburns, and the blue silk lingered on the golden phoenix's thin wings, especially entangled.
One person's face is like the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, and the other person's color is like the flower of spring dawn. The beauty is graceful, the clothes are rubbed against each other, and the delicate hollow milky white ivory handle is handed back and forth between the spring onion-like fingers. , The dark waves of autumn water.
This scene is as beautiful as a picture of a beautiful woman, and it is extremely pleasing to the eye. Drinking Snow and Drinking Ice has never seen the prince and any boudoir lady speak so well.
In the past, it wasn't that there were no girls who wanted to make handkerchiefs with their own ladies, but they were all avoided without a trace. Even when Feng's cousin arrived at the General's Mansion, they had never been so close.
It's like today, the alienation and indifference are gone, the two of them are barely sticking to one place.
Yinxue was thinking about it, and listened to the two masters going inside to play with jewelry and newly cut summer clothes.
The jewellery is extremely exquisite. The set of sapphire and red jewels are dotted with emerald heads and a few pieces of gold and silver ornaments. The jewels are radiant and dazzling in one place.
The most eye-catching among them is a crystal hairpin with ganoderma lucidum pattern. The whole body is clear and flawless. It is chiseled like ice, and it is beautiful.
Feng Yuexian's eyes stopped on the hairpin.
The servant of the chamber palace went through the bead curtain and fetched the summer clothes, because the one he took was the best, so he only took five or six of them, spread them on the bed, and showed them to the master.
The two walked to the canopy bed to sweep.
Moon white, turquoise, crimson, primrose, and so on.
The same is the same-the drapes are all cut from tulle, and they are all leno light garments. Through the layers of fabric on the top, you can see the color of the bed underneath, and you can imagine how thin it is.
Aunt Fangruo explained to Feng Yuexian: "The princess can't use ice in summer. The blouses of the summer clothes are all boll and gauze shirts, and the most light-weight cuts are made, and many styles are made.
The palaces of this dynasty also used to wear Qing Luo clothes to escape the heat, but they often did not only cut this kind of material, only Ming Shou Palace, because the princess could not use ice, every summer, the House of Internal Affairs would only show up to Boluo.
Song Pianzhen hadn't worn this kind of shirt. She remembered that Qingrong had the name "the lightest of yarn". She stretched out her hand and twisted the fabric, which was indeed thinner than the next Qing Luo.
You have to try Fengyue's leisurely look and dress up to complete the bet.
Song Pianji remembered the gambling agreement, and found someone to leave the crowd from her head. She glanced across the group of clothes and chuckled:
"Where does Yuexian want to look first?"
After waiting, there was no response behind him.
Where is Feng Yuexian?
Song Pianxian turned around to look, just halfway to his side, he heard Feng Yuexian's slightly low voice:
"Just start with this one in your hands."
Do you have this one? Song Pianyu lowered her eyes and saw that what she was twisting between her fingers was a scarlet shirt.
"it is good."
Song Pianzhen picked up the tulle shirt and looked back at Feng Yuexian. Feng Yuexian was standing very close to her.
Xu Shi was carrying the relationship with the window, and Feng Yuexian's eyes were deeper than usual.
Seeing that she didn't mean to move, Song Pian said with a smile:
"I need some time to change clothes, you have some cakes, wait a moment."
This is to drive yourself out.
Feng Yuexian's body shape, the lower jaw slightly:
"Ok."
She turned and walked out, opened the crystal curtain, and went to the main hall.
Feng Yuexian walked slowly to the octagonal table and tasted pastries as Song Pianzhen said.
Martial arts people have excellent ears, and across the willow-like crystal curtain, the sound of cloth rubbing on the other end seems to be heard.
Fengyue leisurely breathe.
She picked up a piece of red bean cake, and a round red bean fell into her palm very welcome.
Feng Yuexian took a look, rolled the tip of his tongue lightly, and rolled the red bean into his throat.
Swallow into the belly.
A small exclamation sound came from inside.
"how?"
Feng Yuexian turned her head, shook his head and made a clashing sound.
"It's okay, it's a bird. She flapped her head outside the window and was driven away by the palace man."
Song Pianju's voice was still like a crying ying, and it was uniquely unhurried, extremely pleasing to the ear.
But at this time, Feng Yuexian had no intention to listen anymore, she had been stunned by the scene in front of her.
The crystal curtain shed silver light like ice silk.
Across the shadowy curtain, Song Pianzhen slammed her back to herself, wanting to change it soon, only the cloak had not been wrapped around her shoulders and arms.
The crimson silk hung on the arms, and the remaining two arms were hung with red gauze and a pair of rounded shoulders, delicate and warm.
At the back of the neck, the blue silk was piled up like a cloud, loose, and under the cover, a small half of the suet-like jade was exposed.
She twirled the fabric with her delicate hands, her arms moved lightly like a phoenix bird feather, her head slightly raised, the pile of blue silk trembling, and the crimson tulle spread over her shoulders and neck, hiding the flawless jade under her body.
Like Zhu Mo dripping into the water, a thin smoke of red lingered around. It's like pouring rouge on rice paper, and the fine powder spit out crimson smoke on the paper, which is fragrant and seductive.
The blue silk is flowing, the jade bone and the ice muscle, the crimson scorching, the body is romantic.
Slim, gorgeous, magnificent, passionate.
Under the window, Huihunmei was filled with thin smoke, beside the incense burner, there was a small fan and a fan hanging down on the side of the table.
The crystal curtain is clear and bright, half-covered, everything is like a fairy palace, gorgeous and hazy.
Feng Yuexian's breathing was stagnant.
At this time, she felt that she should not look back.
In other words, before, she was just waiting for a reason to see through the curtain, God's favor, let her wait.
Now, after admiring the beautiful scenery, my senses can hardly be recovered.
Song Pianzhen tidied up her clothes, and when she saw the approximate fit, she turned and said:
"I changed it."
Across the crystal curtain, but seeing Feng Yuexian sitting with her back facing the crystal curtain, her hair swayed violently.
But with curtains covering, Jin Bu Yao is extremely delicate and small, Song Pian suspected that he was dazzled, and when he looked at it for the second time, it seemed that he had never shaken it.
Feng Yuexian stood up, her face as usual:
"Let me see."
Song Pianzhen responded with a smile, raised her hand slightly, and unfolded some gorgeous sleeves:
"Here."
Fengyue came in leisurely, and the crystals flowed through her hands, as if they were coming in clear waves apart.
She curled up, her body attacked by cold fragrance, Song Pian shook, and the two stood together.
When the two fragrances blended together, Song Pianzhen said:
"Now that I have changed it, I'll pick jewelry." She took the lead to walk in front of the mirror of Winding Branches and Hualuan, "Is there anyone you like just now?"
Feng Yuexian followed closely, eyes on her shoulders and neck, and the answer was as usual:
"The guest is up to you, you are picking me."
"Hmm." Song Pianzhen stopped in front of a table full of gold, silver, jade and jade, looking at the way she was thinking.
Feng Yue said idlely: "Complete the bet first."
"Okay." Song Pianxu sat down on the stool, facing Feng Yuexian, stretched out his arm, and made a gesture of "please".
The forearm covered only by layers of crimson, the white and greasy texture is looming, half-covered and half-concealed, particularly sultry.
Feng Yuexian only glanced, then looked away.
Did not dare to watch more.
She chose the Cuifeng hairpin to embed the treasure, walked behind Song Pianzhen, and sent her between the clouds and temples. She controlled her strength and was always afraid of hurting Jiaojiao.
She is so young and always sick, so she must be very careful.
Feng Yuexian chose a few more moth hair ornaments made of colored glaze, hesitated, and seemed to want to pile on Song Pianqi's head.
Song Pianzhen couldn't laugh or cry, so he chose two to avoid the ending of a bunch of moths flying into the hair.
After Feng Yuexian puts her hair on properly, she pretended to say unintentionally:
"Do you want to paste Jindian?"
"I am willing to bet and lose, and listen to it."
Song Pianzhen in Luan's mirror smiled, obviously a bit playful.
Feng Yuexian's eyes were darker, and she opened the jade-embedded sandalwood box containing all kinds of flower tins and selected them.
Song Pianyu was idle and idle, so he looked at the jewelry on the table. After flipping through it for a while, she picked up a bracelet buried in a pile of gold and silver, and after a closer look, she realized that there was something else.
The material used for this bracelet is not unusual. The left side is only gold and silver. It is rare to make a novelty. The bracelet is strung with three or four extremely small hollow gold balls, filled with incense pills, which should be jasmine. Very sweet and gratifying.
Song Pianzhen put it on his wrist, shook it, and the incense pill inside shook.
"Yuexian, look."
Hearing the movement, Feng Yuexian, who was busy picking flowers, raised his eyes and glanced.
Between Yingbai Shengxue's white wrist, the bracelet was gold floating, and the incense pill was shaking randomly, and the fragrance of jasmine was overflowing randomly.
Song Pianjiao's wrist was too thin, and the bracelet rolled loosely on his forearm, hiding under the crimson sleeves, only to see a golden red shadow.
Jasmine Xiang followed her arms around her rich and warm fragrance, and refused to leave.
Feng Yuexian clenched the wooden box in his hand and gently rubbed the jade color with his finger.
"Have you chosen yet?"
"Okay." Feng Yuexian replied, her usual cold and charming voice somewhat dumb.
"What's the pattern?"
Song Pianzhen sat on the stool, looked back and raised her body, looking at the golden tin in her hand.
Feng Yuexian didn't answer, she suddenly shook Song Pian's forearm in her hand, leaned down, and pressed her in front of Luan's mirror.
She lifted Song Pian's chin slightly with her other hand, soft and strong.
Feng Yuexian kissed it up.
The peach blossom gold tin, which can be blooming, is in full bloom in the soft and rich grinding room.
The cloak was scattered like a mist, and was pressed by Feng Yuexian, weak and weak, spreading in front of the golden jade of Luan mirror.
The Qing Luo shirt slid between his arms as he moved, without any cover, Feng Yuexian's hands were jasmine fragrant, mutton fat jade, and charming.
The wooden box full of flower tins fell to the ground, and the colorful flower tins spilled out, splendid and gorgeous.
The light smoke in the furnace curled slowly, and the crystal curtain swung.
Jin Tian is soft.