The blue sky is blue, and under the bright sun, an acacia tree swayed in the wind, and the white petals of lint swayed slightly to appear coquettish and pure.
Uranara, who had just become the successor to Fujin, stood under the acacia tree dignified and demure like a lady.
A magpie flew up a branch, twittering, and its cheerful appearance attracted the attention of Uranara.
What does this mean? Uranara asked with a gentle smile:
"The West Pavilion is fully packed, right?"
Chunhua, who was serving on the side, bowed his head and replied:
"The slaves and others have cleaned the West Pavilion inside and out according to Fu Jin's instructions, and the master also sent someone to send a pair of furniture."
Uranara's face did not change color, just clenched his hands on the sleeves to vent his inner resentment.
October 3 of that year was the day when her son died, and it was also the day when Prince Yong, the prince of Gongxiao, who was praised by everyone in the court and public, married Li Shi, the daughter of Li Min, the left leader of the Han army flag, as her concubine.
"Heh, I shouldn't be here tonight. Prepare some candles and flowers. Ben Fujin is going to be a vegetarian in the small Buddhist hall for three days."
Chunhua's beautiful apricot eyes flashed a hint of distressed for Uranara. She really didn't understand that Fu Jin was such a good person, and his appearance and talent were no worse than the woman next to him. Why couldn't the prince see it?
Of course, those who are slaves can't be the master of the beak, and Chunhua can only temporarily suppress his inner dissatisfaction.
Front Office
Prince Yong received the praise of the emperor's father the day before yesterday. Today, he married a beautiful girl in high spirits, because he married a concubine and only a few colleagues, and his close brothers drank and had fun.
"Fourth brother, younger brother wishes you today every year, always today."
The thirteenth prince said a toast and toasted each other.
Prince Yong smiled and drank the wine from the glass, shook his head and waved his hand:
"Thirteenth brother, if there is a present every year, I can't stand your fourth brother!"
"The words of the fourth brother are bad. I heard that the Li family is beautiful, but the younger brother will want to see it later. What charm does she have to make the fourth brother you..."
The thirteenth prince smiled amorously, and his eyes were three clear and seven points teasing.
The thirteenth prince was not malicious, such a simple play had happened before, but this time Prince Yong had a cold face and politely refused:
"The thirteenth brother is a foreign man, and the elder brother should worry about your marriage."
A foreign man obviously refused the request of the thirteenth prince. Since ancient times, foreign men have not entered their inner houses, and women and children can only meet them ceremoniously.
The thirteenth prince raised his glass with his hands paused, still smiling like Shu Chunfeng:
"It's brother Meng Lang, fourth brother, don't find a beautiful lady for your brother."
Such straightness was rare in the deep palace, and he became the closest brother of Prince Yong.
Prince Yong's expression slowed down a little, knowing that he was out of control just now, and said with a smile:
"Hey~ Thirteen younger brother is still not in charge, and you won't be like this when you have Aunt Fang Mei."
The thirteenth prince still waved his hand and refused, he said seriously:
"Brother, don't make fun of me, brother can be the only woman in his body."
Hearing this, Prince Yong put down his wine glass and looked at the thirteenth prince. His eyes, which he admired and loved since childhood, were actually stained with a bit of a son's affection, as if the girl had inadvertently hooked him away. The heart of his beloved younger brother, he sighed in his heart that people would always grow up, and that little boy had already reached the age of the beginning of his love.
"Fourth brother, I'll give you another toast."
The thirteenth prince raised his glass and interrupted Prince Yong to ask questions.
"Do it again"
Prince Yong was keen to discover his concealment, so he simply thought that Xiao XIII had grown up, and it was not easy to take care of his business.
Wine cup after cup from the throat into the stomach, even if the prince Yong drunk also maintain the old rules, but not cold face, you and he amused, he smiled like a spring breeze, to call the colleagues here for a while strange, the original prince Yong is a cold and warm face.
The thirteenth prince had already guessed that Prince Yong was drunk and self-intoxicated. Since the death of the former Prince Yong Fujin, he had not seen this brother who had been respected and loved since childhood so happy. He couldn't help but be more curious about the charm of the concubine Li Clan.
When the sunset approached dusk, a meal of wine gradually dissipated.
Prince Yong's eyes were half-narrowed, and the breeze lightly dispersed his alcohol. When he saw everyone leave, he said to the servants on the side:
"Help Master to the West Pavilion."
The servant answered and held his half hand.
West Court
The maid woman outside the door guarded beaming.
Li's big red wedding dress, embroidered ruyi magpie's head under the brow and eyes weeping, beautiful appearance revealed heart like ashes.
Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging green silk sash. I do not know who cut the fine leaves, February spring breeze like scissors.
Li Bai's poem was supposed to express his admiration for spring, but it was used by men to confess to women in a pavilion in the river after the rain.
The man said:
"Xiaosheng's surname is Luo, and you can call Xiaosheng Guining by her single name."
...
Tears fell silently. A woman would only marry one person in her life. If she couldn't smile like a flower on the wedding night, she would be unhappy, but Li Shi was not happy. She couldn't wait for her love, and she couldn't marry her first wife.
Even if outsiders seem to be able to marry Prince Yong is a great honor, and Prince Yong also specifically allowed her to wear red into the door, but the concubine is a concubine, love is not love.
"Ruyi..."
A flower said that it picked the red head lightly, and it happened that Qingsi was hazy with tears.
Prince Yong hugged the Li family distressed and said:
"Why did you cry on your wedding night?"
Li Shi reluctantly smiled:
"Please forgive me, my concubine is too happy, my lord is good, my concubine's heart is remembered."
The beauty burst into tears and smiled like a pear blossoming with rain.
Prince Yong was startled, like, it's so similar, he bullied up and called "Guan Guan" in his mouth.
Guan Guan?
Smart as Li Shi had guessed that she had become a stand-in... Her heart was filled with misery and anger.
I hate the so-called Guan Guan, I hate Prince Yong, and I hate my face even more.