Chapter 15: Before the tune is sentimental (1)

In the few days after I met Concubine Liu, I have been a little worried, fearing that my collision with her at that time would cause unnecessary trouble.
However, my worries proved to be unnecessary. Nothing happened. Kunning Palace was as quiet as ever. Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night, and even laughed at my unfounded worry.
After all, Concubine Liu had dragon veins in her body, and she was even loved by the emperor. And although I am a queen, but I have never seen the face of the sky, like those ordinary unfavored concubines, I am afraid that in her eyes should not be a threat.
The breeze of the night was so cool that I got up in my clothes, and the figure in my dream was vaguely--it was the hand holding my sleeve tightly, and the clear eyes, as if there was something to say, but it was all gone. It goes without saying.
My gaze fell on the silk paw beside the pillow. It was the simplest white paw without any patterns, but it was made of rare silk. The Shu silk is extremely thin and light, and it will break when weaving with a little effort. It takes a girl under ten years old to burn incense and weave it, and it may not be possible to get this party in a year, it is very precious.
According to rumors, the queen mother possesses a silk inner coat, which is only worn when offering sacrifices to the Taimiao.
This Fangpa was originally in the wooden box that he handed over to me on that day. I still remember that when I returned to Kunning Palace and opened it with a nervous heart, there was such a white and beautiful scenery in my eyes.
Below the Sipa is a small packet of edelweiss tea, about one or two, which should be the first buds picked this year and roasted. Hearing Huang Jing said that when he came back from Shu, he only dedicated it to the emperor brother.
The tea, I told Haoyue to carefully put it away. Sipa, however, was reluctant to put it in the cabinet, for fear that it would be crumpled or buried, so he kept it by the pillow. As if I was still a little girl, the treasures my father gave me made me happy for a long time, and I had to carefully look for a place to return. My mother often laughed at me for this, but my brothers all said nice things to me.
Nowadays, whenever I see this Sipa, the time of the past flashes in front of my eyes. After tearful eyes whirling, there is still a Sipa in front of him, or the cold Kunning Palace.
I didn't go to Yanbo Pavilion for several days, mainly because I was afraid of meeting the emperor and concubines. I read books in the Xi Nuan Pavilion every day, and when I get tired, I feed the koi by the small pond, or embroider under the west window, just like the days when I was not out of the pavilion. No longer think about that hand, those eyes.
One day, the sun was shining, and I was sitting under the laurel tree by the pond and reading a Buddhist scripture. When I was fascinated, Haoyue brought a cool herbal tea.
"Miss, it's been all morning, let's go back to the hall to rest and rest." Haoyue handed over the celadon tea cup, and a chic and elegant fragrance came out.
I laughed, took a sip, took a deep breath and pulled Haoyue's hand to stand up, moved my body and said, "Go back. I really want to finish embroidering that purse today."
"Miss, you just can't stay free." Haoyue laughed and stepped forward to pat the corner of my skirt. "Why didn't Miss go to Yanbo Pavilion recently? Is it because of Wang Yu?"
My hand trembled slightly, "I was afraid that I would meet the emperor, and you wouldn't be there that day."
But there are some ups and downs in my heart. Are you really afraid of meeting the emperor? Or those concubines? Or, do you dare not face that person? After all, I have committed a harem taboo by accepting his things.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretch his hand into the wide sleeve, and what he touched was a piece of softness and lightness.
"I'm not afraid of the young lady. I heard that after that day, Concubine Liu tried her best not to go to Yanbo Pavilion, and she also secretly prevented the emperor from going up. I also heard that the emperor didn't like Yanbo Pavilion and said it was too graceful. The lotus in the Feilong Pond is also blooming, and the emperor will no longer go to West Lake."
Haoyue spoke beside me, leading me to the hall.
My heart jumped slightly, and a smile came to the corner of my mouth.
"Is it true?" I still asked uneasy.
"Well, it's not wrong to hear a few palace ladies say this." Haoyue's tone was very positive.
I stared at the distance, but my hand squeezed the softness in my sleeve. "Morning, let's go by early in the morning." After two quick steps, I turned and smiled at Haoyue who was behind, "Remember to bring my piano. "
The wind in the morning was very gentle, and I was wearing a lilac-smoked water-green tulle skirt. The corners of the skirt were slightly scented when passing by the imperial garden, and a few colorful butterflies lingered and refused to leave.
I walked lightly, the sapphire pearls on my head swayed back and forth, and the loose hair was slightly drifting with the wind, and the whole person felt a little ethereal.
There is no one in Yanboting, and the white shayu tents hung earlier are still there. Haoyue had already led someone to place the piano, so I faced the lotus on the West Lake and played the Xichun tune of my new score. The bright and clear sound of the piano was flying over the West Lake, and I seemed to feel his gaze, which was covering me through the feather yarn.
At the end of the song, I didn't hear the expected applause or the sound of the flute in harmony with the piano, and I was a little sad, laughing at my self-love, and turning back sadly to call Haoyue in the distance, but a figure came into view.
There was joy in my heart, but he went down quietly, "See the prince."
With a wave of his hand, he wanted to take a step forward, but stopped. His eyes fell on the white silk paw in my hand, and a smile flashed across his eyes.
He asked in a gentle voice: "I wonder if the girl still likes this king's gift?"
I smiled and nodded, "I like it, but it's too expensive, I don't know how to repay it."
His hearty laughter sounded, and I could hear the joy in his heart, "Just like it, just like it."
He stopped and said as if explaining: "I didn't bring too many things when I came back this time, so the emperor gave only some of the favored concubines. I don't think you have any. Oh, that tea is. Yes, it is scarce. I don't know when I will get it next time, so I will give you some." His words were a little flustered, but they were so simple.
I bowed slightly, "Thanks to the lord. I drank the tea. It is indeed a rare good tea."