Chapter 67

Men are always fond of the new and tired of the old, while women are always nostalgic. Therefore, when these two creatures are together, real life is more like an ethical drama than a fairy tale.

Zhuang Luoyan personally hung a jade pendant for the emperor and kept a squatting posture looking up at the emperor, "emperor, it's still cold. Be careful on the way."

"I know that you are weak recently, so you should be more careful," said Feng Jin, holding up Zhuang Luoyan and caressing her green silk. "A few days ago, I asked the people of Dianzhong province to clean up the lotus pond. This year's Lotus must still be beautiful."

"The emperor!" Zhuang Luo Yan suddenly opened his eyes, then looked away, "I always make trouble for the emperor."

"How can Princess Ai think like this? In my heart, you are no trouble," Feng Jin said, holding people in his arms. "You are my beloved. Don't say that again. There are many women in the harem. Your mind is pure and kind. It's hard to avoid resentment. I believe in your temperament, so you don't have to worry too much. "

Releasing the woman in her arms, she reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Feng Jin said with a smile, "it's late. It's time for me to go to court. You can have a rest."

"Farewell to the emperor," Zhuang Luoyan leaned on the door, reluctantly looking at the back of the emperor.

Feng Jin turns back and sees Zhuang Luoyan reluctantly looking at his back. His mouth bends slightly and turns out of Xihe palace.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shangyuan Festival is the first lively Festival after the new year. Every master of the harem will make a beautiful lamp from his servant. At night, he will light the lamp and hang it on the branch to show his blessing to heaven.

The imperial concubines in the harem even tried to do something on the lanterns in order to win the emperor's attention, because the emperor would choose the most beautiful lanterns in the evening of the Lantern Festival.

In the imperial garden, the ladies and concubines are smiling and talking, just like a fairyland in the world.

The emperor and the Queen walked together in the garden, looking at the lights hanging everywhere, commenting one by one.

"This year's lamp is more beautiful than usual," the queen pointed to a delicate fairy holding a peach lamp. "This lamp is so lifelike. Who made it?"

The eunuch standing on one side looked at the name plate on the lantern and said, "empress Hui, this lamp is made by Su Xiuyi."

"Su Xiuyi is attentive," the empress smile pale two points, "reward."

Feng Jin looked at the lamp, noncommittal, and then looked around, suddenly pointed to a round lamp, "take down the lamp for me to see."

The little eunuch hurriedly came forward and took down the lamp. Feng Jin took it and saw that it was neither laughing nor angry.

The lamp was made into a pig. It was not as ugly as the farmer's, but rather round and charming. The pig's stomach also mentioned the poems of two houses. The words were well written, but the poems were not alike.

"This pig should be in the sky. How many times can we hear it in the world?" Feng Jin coughed with a smile and looked at the famous brand hanging under his eyes. "Zhao Xianrong, how can this good poem be destroyed in your hands?"

Zhuang Luoyan, who was among the concubines, saw that his lamp was carried out by the emperor. He took a puff at the corner of his mouth and saluted the emperor with a look of "strange taste" in his eyes. "When I returned to the emperor, I thought this pig was cute and not comparable to other pigs, so I thought that only this poem was worthy of this pig."

"It turns out that ordinary poems are not worthy of this pig lamp," Feng Jin said, taking a look at it again. "It's something new. Gao Dezhong, put this lamp away. Don't scare other people."

The queen knocks on the lamp and looks at Gao Dezhong's back. Isn't that the way to Qianzheng palace?

"Zhaoxianrong's lamp is really special," Su Xiuyi looked at Zhuang Luoyan with a smile. Before Zhuang Luoyan could speak, she quickly walked behind lady Shu.

Zhuang Luoyan sighs in his heart. Other travelers can always get a piece of exclamation when they use the Q version of MengWu. How can they feel sad when they get to her?

Sure enough, reality is different from time travel novels. The ancient and modern aesthetics are not in the same line at all.

"Who made this lamp? The beauty holding the lamp fits the joy of Shangyuan Feng Jin points to a beautiful lamp, and immediately someone from the palace takes it.

"The Jade Terrace is white dew, and the night is long. But under the crystal curtain, Linglong looks at the autumn moon. " Feng Jin read the poem on the lamp and looked at the concubines behind him. He didn't say much, but asked the eunuch on one side to put away the lamp.

Lady Shu took a look at the beauty lamp and looked back, with a look of disdain.

"This effort is really sour," Su Xiuyi chuckled. After all, she did not dare to speak too loud.

The empress, however, seemed to hear Su Xiuyi's words and looked to the direction of Lady Shu. The lady looked up at the queen without any intention of avoiding her.

They quickly looked away, but Zhuang Luoyan, who happened to see this scene, had some emotion. They could fight a battle only by their eyes.

On the second day after Shangyuan Festival, all the people in the harem heard the latest news from Qianzheng palace. The emperor turned over the sign of Xu Zhaorong in Changtian building.

After Zhuang Luoyan got the news, he couldn't help but pick his eyebrows. Is Xu Zhaorong a favorite or an emperor on the spur of the moment? If the former is not so good, after all, this one seems to have unspeakable hostility to himself.When Feng Jin wakes up in the morning, he opens his arms and lets Xu Zhaorong tidy his clothes. Seeing Xu Zhaorong kneeling on the ground to tidy his shoes, Feng Jin reaches for her and says, "the ground is cold. Just leave these things to the palace maids."

"I'm willing to do anything for the emperor," said Xu Zhaorong, putting his hand in Feng Jin's hand and standing up slowly.

"If it's cold for you, I'll be distressed," Feng Jin reached out and stroked his hair, but he felt that the green silk was not as smooth as Zhao Xianrong's, so he withdrew his hand. "It's time for me to go."

When he came to the door, Feng Jin looked back and saw Xu Zhaorong bowing his head respectfully. Although he was more respectful, he was dull.

When the emperor left, Xu Zhaorong raised his head, his eyes were reluctant, but he had nothing to do.

Walking on Qingshi road in the morning, Zhuang Luoyan took a breath with cold air invading his face. Although it is no longer snowing now, it's chilly in spring and it's very cold in the morning.

"Niang Niang, it's so cold that you should come out in a chariot," she said, tightening Zhuang's cloak. "Don't freeze yourself."

"Where is so precious," Zhuang Luoyan said with a smile. Looking up, she just saw the bright yellow Imperial Guard of honor passing by. She looked at the group of people walking away with no expression on her face. Until there was no shadow, she said, "let's go."

Listen to bamboo worried to see an eye oneself master son, carefully hold her hand, "Niang Niang, careful foot."

As soon as January passed, the flower festival was held on February 2, and the official Conferment Ceremony of the imperial concubines of the Jin Dynasty was also set on that day.

Zhuang Luoyan, dressed in a formal costume of red crabapple and Xianrong, took over the seal of Xianrong book given by the queen herself and made three bows and nine kowtows to the queen. Only when the historian wrote down this scene can she be regarded as the real Xianrong lady.

When the empress saw Zhuang Luoyan kneeling down, the tassels of drooping ears and Jin Buyao in her hair only slightly swayed, and her posture was very appropriate. She said with a smile: "I hope you are in the heart of the holy body, and you can't slack off."

"Concubines and concubines should remember the instruction of the empress," Zhuang Luoyan saluted again.

"Well," the queen nodded, "step back."

Zhuang Luoyan retreated quietly to one side, and when he heard that the next concubine was canonized, he was a little distracted. The higher the position of the harem, the more quota there was. Now there are a lot of women in high position. I don't know how many people will fall down and how many people will go up in the future.

After the canonization ceremony, the queen and her concubines went to the royal garden to enjoy the flowers. The flower branches in the royal garden had already been covered with exquisite cut flowers. At a glance, it was as if the branches were real flowers.

The queen took the multicolored paper from the palace maid, tied it with a piece of red rope, and hung it on the flower branch with her own hand. It seemed that she said with emotion: "since I remember, every time the flower Dynasty, I will hang a multicolored paper on the flower branch. Now, after so many years, the flowers and trees are still beautiful, but the palace is losing color day by day." With that, he looked at the concubines behind him and said, "you all have one."

Lady Shu took the things from the maid of honor and said with a smile, "if the queen lost her color, wouldn't we have lost it long ago?" The white fingers like scallion roots tied the red rope in a beautiful knot, and the colored paper was hung on the flower branches.

Zhuang Luoyan thinks that the Queen's words really imply that they will lose their color one day, but women will grow old one day. Serving people with color is doomed to fade in the end. She wants to live a comfortable life for the rest of her life, so she has to spend more time.

After tying the red rope with a knot at will, Zhuang Luoyan took the handkerchief from Tingzhu and wiped his hands. Then he began to appreciate these lifelike paper-cut flowers.

It has to be said that the talent of the ancients is amazing. She has never seen such a beautiful paper-cut in her previous life.

"Today is the flower Dynasty. When we take our sisters to worship the flower god, you should have more incense," the queen said slowly. "It's due to sincerity. It's gold and stone. Don't waste today's good opportunity."

"The empress cares so much about her concubines that she is flattered and flattered. If she doesn't, she will give her mother more incense." Lady Shu replied with a smile.

"This palace is different from Princess Shu. It's better for her to ask for more for herself." The queen looked at a bunch of green grass with a smile, and her manner was indescribably elegant.

Zhuang Luo Yan's mouth drew. She didn't know the meaning of the queen at the beginning. It took her a long time to understand.

In the ancients' valiant idea, the flower Dynasty is also the flower god Festival, and the flower is the genitalia, so the flower god can protect the fertility, and married women can give birth to children by kneeling down to the flower god. The Queen's words made it clear that she really laughed at the fact that lady Shu was a hen who didn't lay eggs.

Quite sympathetic to see the eye Shu Princess some stiff smile, beauty is beauty, smile so stiff still so beautiful ah.

"Here comes the emperor."

Hearing the news, Zhuang Luoyan knelt down with the crowd and said that the emperor would not miss the chance to appreciate the flowers and beauties today.

Feng Jin called, looked at the concubines and said, "today is a good day to enjoy the flowers. I've asked someone to pick the flowers. You can choose the hairpin you like."

Several maids came up with several plates of flowers. Zhuang Luoyan saw that there were all kinds of flowers in the garden, but they were not real. They were made of colored paper. If you don't look carefully, you can't see any falseness.After the emperor personally selected the peony as the Queen's hairpin, the rest of the people began to choose, but they all avoided the choice of peony.

Zhuang Luoyan chose a pink lily at will. As soon as he wore it to his temples, he heard a voice behind him.

"If zhaoxianrong is really elegant and elegant, it's very suitable to choose lily powder."

Zhuang Luoyan turned back, and the speaker had not seen Zhuang Jieyu for a long time.

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