Chapter 87: Emperor Chapter
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The Lover’s Prattle
- 许鱼
- 2410 characters
- 2021-02-26 09:05:59
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The capital is located north of central Beijing Hengguo, and snow comes later in winter.
After handling the government affairs, Emperor Yongkun got up and took Dezhi out of the government affairs hall. The snow last night was not too much. The snow on the palace road has been cleaned up because of the cold weather, and a thin layer was not accumulated on the roof of the eaves. The internal force is condensed, and you can see a layer of translucent ice crystals falling on the snow.
A clean and clear world.
In the winter, the grasslands in the north of the Hu people are sharply reduced, and Jingheng's elites are pushing forward. The front line has warm clothing, sufficient grain, and a continuous stream of charcoal.
Before the spring of the next year, North Hu will fall.
The battle report was still on the desk, and Yong Kun's mood didn't need to be guessed. It was very good.
Xier Ximei, there is a deliberately opened plum garden deep in the Royal Garden. It has internal strength and is not afraid of the cold. When the plum blossoms are opened, Emperor Yongkun always walks after finishing the government affairs.
The road is very quiet. Everyone in this habit palace knows that, but no palace princess planned to stage an accidental encounter here. There is no need to talk about it. The lesson in front of the car is tragic enough to make people remember it.
To the north of the Royal Garden, Emperor Yongkun has five senses. The cold snowflakes in the air smell the purest and cleanest fragrance in the world, mixed with a bit of plum blossom fragrance, and a light wine fragrance.
Dezhi has followed him since he was a child, loyal and loyal, and he will always be heaven and earth before Yongkun, but in fact his efforts will be enough to deter some people.
Seeing that Emperor Yongkun stopped in front, he sniffed the smell in the air.
The plumeria mixed in the air is not the plumeria in the garden behind.
Emperor Yongkun's unconscious harem, this imperial garden was originally a fragrant field in all previous dynasties. Therefore, in this generation, it will almost become the most deserted place in the palace. Piece of it. Where is the shadow of flowers.
As for the Meiyuan, Emperor Yongkun didn't like to come close. Although he didn't say it, this is the unwritten rule in the palace but everyone keeps the rules in his heart, so the plum blossoms in it are allowed to grow and grow wild. There are also sluggish ones.
In fact, flowers are like humans. The fragrance of the flowers is like the smell of the human body. It doesn't seem to be bad to smell, but the master of the internal interest can discern one or two.
The plum scent of light wine is mixed in the air now, which makes people feel comfortable. The specific senses are like the taste of delicious food memories often appearing in memory. I know I like it, but I ca n’t catch it. Silk thread.
Dezhi condensed no longer acted after distinguishing himself. All due diligence remained on the yellow back of Yongkun Emperor.
Emperor Yongkun raised his feet and took Dezhi along the direction of this wine.
Beijing Hengguo's palace is not huge, but the scope is definitely not small. The two people seem to be stepping on, but when the figure is over, it is only one step, and it seems that they are three steps away.
"Your Majesty, here is the Hermitage."
"Um." The words fell, and the two had reached the gate of the palace.
It can be clearly seen that the palace's palace name is newly added.
The three words fall on the light-colored wooden hall card, 'Qingming Hall', Wujin ink. Even if it looks at the black font at a glance, but if you look at it carefully, the sun shines on the font against the golden light everywhere. .
The style of the font is smooth and smooth, and the characters are as old as people. At least one person's characters can see the half-heartedness of the writer. The strength of the pen can be determined by the temperature and or irritability of the spleen. You can judge whether you are indecisive or resolute. The interval can be seen to be able to tolerate one's self, and the final word spin can be seen in the degree of resilience and meditation.
Emperor Yongkun's sharp eyebrows narrowed slightly. The word was not from Gong Shoufu, and just looking at the word, he lost half of the beams on the court.
‘Qingming Hall’. Gong Shoufu's baby granddaughter, he still knows the name, Qingruo, so brightly added a clear word to the name of the palace, arrogant, and unbridled.
If it was the truth that Gong Shoufu had told earlier, she would enter the palace with such a heart, that such a person of heart, who had been in the palace for almost three months, would not hear it.
It's been three months without paying any attention. She hasn't noticed anything at all. She is so quiet in the palace that she almost forgets that Gong Shoufu's baby granddaughter entered the palace.
Obviously ... something was wrong. Gong Shoufu didn't have the courage to bully the monarch. At least, the nature of some things did not match what he heard.
The bright yellow figure is too special. It is unique in Beijing Hengguo, not to mention that the popularity is magnificent, but it has just stood by its own hands and has avoided the world's solemn feeling.
Qing Ruo stood up from his chair, and saluted with a group of people from the palace, "Gong Qing Ruo has seen His Majesty, His Majesty Wanfu Jin'an."
Emperor Yongkun stood at the door of the palace and looked down slightly. His saluting posture was very standard. He wore a water-blue lining inside and a white fox down on the outside. Not even the velvet edges fell to the ground.
The words of greetings also speak in a noble manner, with a soft and clear voice, and the words are not slack or slow, and the words are clear, making people listen lightly and comfortably.
My mind turned around, but it was just an instant, "Get up."
"Your Majesty."
Luola generously brought up the palace man, his eyes fell on his face, but he did not look directly into his eyes. This is the best point of respect for respect.
There are countless beautiful people that Emperor Yong Kun has seen. This one is not the best-looking, but it is true that he instantly understood why the people who lived in the half-life chaos like Gong Shoufu would treasure him extremely well.
She looked at him, her eyes clear and generous, with a soft and clean smile and respect, without half the feeling of transgression and admiration.
With one glance, Emperor Yong Kun confirmed that the news was indeed wrong.
Which link is wrong, now is not the time to investigate.
Qing Ruo turned to her side and made a gesture to the back of her body, "Your Majesty, my maid is cooking sake, if your Majesty is interested in giving a face to try?"
Not far behind her, there is a small pavilion, said to be a small pavilion, not necessarily, because the bright green vines around it grow around the pillars, and transparent glass is used between the pillars, but looking at it, the glass is It's a bit vague, and it's not completely inside.
There are a few small windows open, and now the 'front door' is open, and the inside can be seen at a glance.
It is arranged like a small dormitory, but there is a piano table, the middle table is large, and some pink flowers are placed at the corners.
There is a chessboard on the table in the middle while cooking sake.
Looks pretty good.
Emperor Yongkun stepped in and walked in, and looked around to know that the plum blossom fragrance was mixed for the purpose. There are many plum blossoms in this yard, but all are white plums, covered by snow. The least conspicuous, indeed the most pleasant fragrance after falling snow.
Emperor Yongkun first stepped into the pavilion, and found that the inside was full. He could not see the truth through the door only. The inside was much larger than the outside. It is very clear indeed.
If Qingruo had followed the house, the main seat was naturally surrendered to Emperor Yong Kun.
He sat on the small round chair on the opposite side and ironed his wine glass himself, and the boiled sake was poured not only by Yong Kundi but also by Dezhi.
"His Majesty."
"German father."
Dezhi followed Emperor Yongkun. There was a row of chairs behind the large table, which was very comfortable. It seemed to be prepared for him to follow the master like this. He couldn't help but glanced again at the slender hand that passed the wine glass. Although the action of pouring wine in the hot-washing glass just now is simple, it also has some tricks. If Gong Qing did it, it would naturally be smooth and full of beauty, just like painting.
"Miss Lau Gong."
In a short time, Emperor Yongkun has indeed given her a very high evaluation.
There is a difference in temperature between the room and the outside. Emperor Yong Kun turned around and learned the mystery, which is the same principle as the greenhouse, but she is obviously perfect here.
After busy, Qing Ruocai smiled at Emperor Yong Kun, clean, thorough, no fear, no obsession, only the people respected their emperor with the most devout respect.
Emperor Yongkun could not help but take a slow look, raised Baiyu's wine glass and took a sip of wine.
"Good wine." Two words, Qing Jun powerful.
Dezhi couldn't help but raise his glass and tasted. What taste can make His Majesty say something good.
Qing Ruo frowned, sitting opposite him, "honour and honor."
In winter, boiled hops are warmed up.
Yong Kundi's perennial cold eyes were imprinted with a little temperature.
The chessboard was on hand, and at the halfway point, Emperor Yong Kun glanced at it, which was unusual.
Instead she asked, "Did you get it?"
Qing Ruo nodded and took a sip of the wine in his glass. His actions brought the daughter's grandeur and femininity but did not act pretentiously. He tilted his head and asked him, "I wonder if I can get the emperor's advice?
Emperor Yong Kun often plays chess with himself, late at night, or at dawn.
On the chessboard, Bai Zi was slightly weaker, and Emperor Yong Kun picked Bai Zi, and directly answered her questions with actions.
Qing Ruo smiled and picked up the sunspot.
Before entering the warm pavilion, she ordered Ruyi and Linglong. They would come in slightly to salute and serve pastries. Then Ruyi stood by behind Ruyi and sat on the side of the piano table.
The gentle sound of the piano sounded, and Emperor Yong Kun raised his eyes and glanced at it. The little the opposite side, Bai Nenruyu, was holding the sunspot on her fingertips, and was carefully looking at the chessboard, her expression was serious, but her eyes were always faintly smiling, seemingly misplaced It's a sunny winter day.
At the beginning, both of them were a little slow, and the faster they got behind, the faster they were. Qing Ruo had been forced into a state of desperation by Emperor Yong Kun, and he looked very seriously, but he never spoke. The sake was slightly sweet, and Ruyi kept pouring wine. The sound has always been soft.
last blow.
Decided.
If Qing put down the pieces, he did not hesitate, and sincerely said, "Your Majesty won, and the daughters and daughters are not good at studying."
Emperor Yong Kun looked at her. The two were separated by a table. Actually, they were not far away. She had some fine sweat beads on her forehead. He was really anxious for the situation just now, but he didn't confess to falling into death. At the end of the game, the chess pieces were dropped neatly.
Now she spoke, her voice was clean and soft, with all the beauty of a sixteen-year-old girl.
Translucent apricot eyes, with a smile, and warfare to refuse to lose.
Learning is not good.
It may be difficult to win or lose with her grandfather, but none of the other assistants on the court can support her for so long.
The corner of Yong Kun's mouth brought out a little arc, "Want to win next time?"
If Qing nodded heavily, want to win, why not want to win, as long as there is a game, then no one wants to win.
Emperor Yong Kun sighed softly, if this Gong Qingruo, if it was Erlang, there must be him in this court, and perhaps he would become his assistant to train the next king.
Only meeting once and giving her such a high evaluation, Yong Kundi himself was a little surprised, but not too surprised when he thought about it.
"Yi's Chess Master has written a book, and I will send it to you in a while."
Qing Ruoxian laughed brightly, and according to her etiquette, it was time to salute him, but she did n’t. She just took Ruyi ’s jug and poured him wine, and she added two minutes of warmth to her mouth. Thank you, Your Majesty. "
He doesn't need to reward definiteness, and she is not polite.
Emperor Yong Kun nodded. As soon as she was filled with wine, he took a sip, not much, but apparently, the emperor's heart was comfortable at this moment.
When the chess game stopped, the sound of the piano stopped there. The maid was sitting quietly. Although her looks were exquisite and clean, her eyes hardly touched the emperor. Occasionally when she touched her eyes, she followed and followed. .
Dezhi looked at the emperor who was comfortable and stretched, and it was unavoidable to add respect to Qingruo and add maintenance at the same time.
There is no ambiguity between Qing Ruo and the emperor, even if there is still an unknown identity issue between the two. But naturally, even if they met for the first time.
The emperor today should feel like a friend.
Born in the royal family, the road to capture the throne, became the supreme but cold throne after becoming the emperor.
The word friend, let alone Yong Kundi ’s cognition, has never appeared before in the cognition of Dezhi.
Today, somehow, the word took root in my head.
Gong Qingruo.
Qiqiao exquisite heart.
The only pity is not the male body.
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