Chapter 185: Geng Geng Xinghe wants to dawn (2)

"Look, madam, this flower is really beautiful." Hui Er's cheerful voice came: "We haven't been to the Royal Garden for several days. I didn't expect these camellias to bloom."
In fact, she just wanted to ease the atmosphere. Yi Zhaorong glanced at her lightly, without much expression on her face, and took a leisurely look in the direction Hui'er was pointing. I also looked over. Sure enough, a flower was gorgeous and red, and it took the double petals of Xiaoxia. Crane Pengshou blooms freely in the sunny spring sky. The flowers are graceful, gorgeous as brocade, and the trembling stamens have a vein of sentiment in the gentle breeze, showing a wave of spring.
"Girl Hui'er has a good vision." I smiled and praised: "It seems to be in harmony with the spring breeze, and the branches are brilliant and glowing. This camellia is very contrasting with the empress."
"The camellia is good, but it's not Kao." Yi Zhaorong's tone was a little helpless and unwilling. "The one that is opened later is not as beautiful as the one that is opened first to leave an indelible impression."
I was shocked, thinking about it, Yi Zhaorong should have heard those rumors.
"Everyone says peony is good, I say peony is not as good as tea." I comforted her.
In fact, this sentence is indeed sent by me. No matter how good the peony is, how can it be better than the flourishing camellia when falling into the mud? At this moment, compared with Yi Zhaorong, who is regarded as a peony in the flower by the world, I am the daughter of the Ling Mansion, isn't it that peony is inferior to tea?
Yi Zhaorong opened his mouth and turned into a self-deprecating smile. He shook his head gently, as if talking to himself, "How do you know."
I thought it was unheard of, took the camellia from her hand and gently pinned it to her temple, took two steps back and looked at it carefully: "The beauty of the mother and the country is unparalleled."
Yi Zhaorong smiled, this was a smile from the heart.
"Thank you, although you shouldn't know, but your words made me feel better." She stretched out her hand to caress the camellia, and said softly.
"Niang Xie doesn't know what Niang Niang said." I lowered my eyes and said.
"You can still write poems." Hui'er saw Yi Zhaorong happily and was kind to me.
"I know a thing or two," I said.
"I don't know a little about what you said." The doubt in Yi Zhaorong's eyes again: "Who are you anyway?"
At this moment, I have made up my mind. There is a place where Shen Xiyao and the concubines will not go, which is just right for me to talk with Yi Zhaorong.
"Please here Zhaorong." I lowered my head slightly: "Xie Niang's status is humble, so I can only take Niang Niang to remote places, and please don't be offended by Niang Niang."
In the Yanbo Pavilion, the original white curtains of feather gauze are no longer there, and the nine-curved corridor is full of fallen leaves, barren. It was mid-spring at this time, and the surrounding ginseng woods and bamboos had already spit out their branches and leaves, and the eyes were full of green, but the withered yellow on the ground hurt the bright spring scenery.
"Xie Niang," I just stepped onto the entrance of the Jiuqu Promenade, and Yi Zhaorong called me. I turned my head to see her standing in the wind hesitatingly said: "Here, the emperor is not allowed to enter."
I ignored it, but turned back to look at Yanbo Pavilion in the distance. My voice was choked with the memories that surged in a flash: "Mother, no one will know." I paused, "Even if I know, nothing will happen." I looked at her firmly: "Trust me."
With that said, I stepped on the falling leaves and made a crisp "chacha" sound. Maybe it was because my eyes were too calm, Yi Zhaorong left a sentence "Hui'er, you are here." and followed me.
"It's so beautiful." Yi Zhaorong couldn't help but admire as soon as he entered the Yanbo Pavilion.
At this moment, in front of her was the rippling, tender and gentle West Lake. The surface of the lake was wrinkled by the breeze, with faint ripples, and it was more gentle. Because it is connected to the Flying Dragon Pond, looking out from the Yanbo Pavilion, I only feel that the water and the sky are connected, and the distance is vast.
"It's a pity, this is the imperial garden forbidden area." Yi Zhaorong shook his head regretfully.
I nodded, passing by the past. This is where I met Xi He for the first time. At that time, he was the Prince of the Qing Dynasty, and I was the queen in the harem. Here is also the place where I and Shen Xiyao met by chance. The surprise in his eyes seemed to reappear a long-awaited treasure, and there was a kind of joy that my wish was fulfilled. That kind of look, I never saw it again.
Here are my most beautiful memories. But at this time, only the feeling of "things are humans, nothing is left, the tears flow first", which spread endlessly in my heart.
"Maybe the emperor doesn't like it here." I said lightly: "The emperor's favorite is Qifengtai."
There was a trance in Yi Zhaorong's eyes, and she shook her head: "No," and then smiled slightly: "The emperor's favorite is not Qifengtai."
"Isn't it Qifengtai?" I looked at her in surprise, but I had an answer in my heart.
"Yeah." Yi Zhaorong leaned her body, her profile was extremely beautiful, and she brought a chuchu smile at this time, with a gentle curvature of the face, which made her heart warm.
She turned around and said seriously: "The emperor's favorite is Youran Pavilion."
When my heart heard the three characters Youranting, it skipped a beat.
Youran Pavilion, I clearly remember that night. He appeared in front of me with a weird and intoxicating posture. With the tranquility and peace that cuts through the night sky and the clear moonlight, he took me into the all beings who all yearned, but I dare not expect Lei Chi's world. That is the heart of the emperor, the love of the emperor.
"Xie Niang, what's wrong with you?"
My eyes must be ethereal and ethereal. What I saw was not the clear water and clear lotus on the West Lake in front of me, but the man who looked at a woman named Ling Xuewei with a warm smile long ago. .
"Here," I settled my mind, pointed to where I was sitting, and whispered softly: "This is where I met Xie Lang for the first time."
"Xie Lang?" Yi Zhaorong's eyes were a little puzzled, but he didn't care too much. She smiled softly: "That's a coincidence. This is also the place where I met the emperor for the first time."
I suddenly woke up from my old dream, looking at the woman in front of me in disbelief: "Here..." My voice was almost trembling: "You mean here?"
"Yes, it's here." Yi Zhaorong nodded: "No one knows, not even Huier."
"I have been in the palace for a few days, but I haven't accepted the emperor's grace." Yi Zhaorong sat on the stone bench with a sweet smile on his face. It was the look that everyone would involuntarily show when he recalled the happy past.
She whispered: "That day, everyone was enjoying the flowers in the Royal Garden. I walked around and came here unknowingly." She looked at the clear water in front of her eyes: "I just said that this place is so beautiful because of me that day. There was no time to see the scenery here."
Yi Zhaorong took out the silk handkerchief and rubbed it gently in his hand, with a sweet smile: "I walked up slowly and saw a man standing in a white feather tent. He heard my footsteps and turned his head back. What kind of person is that? ! As noble and handsome as a god, my heart fell in just one look."
I gently turned my eyes away, yes, Shen Xiyao has such a magical power that allows every woman who sees him to fall in love with him at a glance, such as Haoyue, such as Yi Zhaorong in front of him.
"What about after?" I asked.
Yi Zhaorong had a shy face: "He was surprised when he saw me, he almost immediately walked over and took my hand and raised my face to take a closer look. I was so scared, but I was reluctant to walk away, so I had to dodge He asked for my name carefully and let me go back. I was turned over that night. Only then did I know that the man who looked like a was the emperor."
Yi Zhaorong is immersed in her good memories, and I can imagine her happiness. Since then, she has received the emperor's most favor and became the first person in the harem. It's just that this love sounds to me, I don't know if I should be happy for her, or sorry for Shen Xiyao, or feel desolate for myself.
"So the emperor should like it here." I sighed.
Yi Zhaorong shook his head: "The emperor said that this place is too remote, and people are forbidden to come. He often goes to Youran Pavilion." Yi Zhaorong explained: "The emperor likes to go to Youran Pavilion at night and stand in the pavilion to see the concubines. We are holding palace lanterns and weaving through the winding path. If anyone is the first to walk out of the maze and walk to the Youran Pavilion, the emperor will have a great reward." Yi Zhaorong's brows lighted up: "I always accompany you. By his side, I feel that although he is smiling, he is not really happy."
I lowered my head, there was only a sad arc on the corner of my lips, speechless.
After a long silence, Yi Zhaorong suddenly took my hand: "Xie Niang, please tell me, are you and the emperor as I thought?"
There was expectation, fear, and tension in her eyes. Those eyes with too much emotion looked at me, but I suddenly didn't know how to respond.
I opened my mouth, and saw Hui'er running up with joy, panting and saying: "Manny, go back soon, the emperor is coming to Changchun Palace."
Yi Zhaorong stood up "swish" with an undisguised happy smile on her face. She took a step almost immediately, but she looked back at me, expecting me to say something.
I only looked at the albizia flower embroidered on the corners of my clothes, and whispered softly, "Manny Zhaorong, who I am is not important. The only important thing in this harem is the emperor's favor." After speaking, I raised my head and said, "Go back. It’s not good to let the emperor wait.

I sit alone in the Yanbo Pavilion, the past is like the wind, blowing away all the sorrows of my life that have fallen like snow, like the wings of a butterfly flying across a sea of ​​dry hearts. The past has come all the way, making me too entangled to bear even when I look back.
Since when did I have no control over what I want, what I want, all what I get?
Is it from the moment you enter the palace?
The title of the queen was not what I wanted, but she entered the palace for harmony and forced herself to forget where she once belonged.
I didn't want to be pampered, but that encounter made me no longer able to hide, seeing him as if he had regained his obsession, but I don't know why.
Enjoying his pampering is beyond my expectation. But a little bit of intoxication. Even the accompanying swords and shadows, conspiracy calculations. And the guilt for Xihe.
How many people's fate was ruined when they entered the deep palace?
I closed my eyes and let the tears slowly condense in the corners of my eyes. Xihe, I always wonder, if I can come back, would I be willing to walk into Yanbo Pavilion that morning?
It seems that only the short time after leaving the palace, abandoning the power, forgetting the grace, letting go of the family background, and only being the most ordinary country village woman, is the happiest in this life. And in such a time, without him, that happiness is destined to become loneliness, and then happiness must be turned into desolation.
I always thought that I hated Shen Xiyao. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be attached to that kindness, nor would I be taken back to the palace after it had been put down. That period of life without seeing the sun in the cold palace, the days of begging for survival in the clothing bureau, and the current awkward dilemma, will not exist. I would rather not be met by him, and live my life in peace.
However, Haoyue's words, "Winter Xueji Fei" in the Imperial Garden, Yi Zhaorong's unintentional confession today, and Shen Xiyao's occasional words and behaviors made me unable to continue the hatred.
These are not what I want, but I must face them.
Suddenly I feel helpless in life, even if I start again, it seems it is inevitable to repeat the same mistakes.
However, this time, I must harden my heart, I must return to the position of queen, no longer for kindness, just for the unwillingness and regret in my heart. Even if I will embark on a dangerous road.
Wiping away the teardrops from the corners of my eyes, I patted my dress and stood up.
It's really time to go back.