410, not as good as the true national color of peony
Chun'er had a simple personality and didn't care when Zhong Qingye changed the subject. Instead, she was very excited that she took the initiative to suggest that she wanted to go out for a walk. She quickly ordered the palace servants to get a soft brocade cloak and gave it to Zhong Qing carefully.
Ye put it on, and then he, Qiu'er and Qiu Ju followed behind and walked out of the hall with Zhong Qingye.【】
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was a little fainter, and the light golden light shone on the body was very comfortable. The palace shoes worn by Zhong Qingye were about four centimeters high, and the style was very unique, which made him not wear them for a long time.
Zhong Qingye, who was wearing high heels, was not used to it for the time being, so she had to be supported by Chun'er and walked slowly.
The scenery in spring is extremely beautiful, with hundreds of flowers and green grass everywhere, and the red walls and gold tiles in the palace give it a sense of elegance. Zhong Qingye lazily walked over, half sighing and half depressed: "I always feel that the palace
It’s a cage made of gold, but I didn’t know that there was such a beautiful scenery in this cage. No wonder there are always people trying to get in.”
Chun'er listened carefully, laughed in a low voice, and said: "Your Majesty, what attracts people is not the beautiful scenery in this palace, but the grace and status wrapped in this city. Those golden
The jewelry is the most attractive thing."
Zhong Qingye kept walking, but turned to look at Chun'er with a smile. After several years of growth, this once innocent and romantic little girl has matured a lot, and she has actually reached this level.
"That's right." She walked forward slowly, stopped in front of a bunch of brightly blooming peonies, leaned down and picked the most brilliant one.
The body of the peony is bright red, the stamens are as yellow as jade, the petals are overlapping, and are as soft as a slender girl's waist. From a distance, it looks like a burning flame, or like a beautiful woman in her prime. Although it is not as beautiful as the peony, it is as beautiful as the peony.
But it doesn't have a coquettish charm.
"But Chun'er, there are some things like the peony in my hand. Although it is charming, it is too unrealistic. It blooms too brightly and hurts the eyes. It is not as good as the pink peony next door. The color is gentle and gentle, which makes it even more attractive.
Luxurious and majestic.”
Zhong Qingye slowly rotated the peony flower in her hand. The golden sunlight shone on the tender petals, showing an extreme beauty. After she said these words quietly, she glanced at the peony beside her and smiled.
Word.
Chun'er didn't understand what she said, but she frowned at the peony in her hand. After thinking for a while, she smiled and said: "Actually, there is no need to worry, the emperor has just ascended the throne and the harem is empty. You are a noble peony."
No matter how beautiful the peony is, the emperor’s eyes and heart are all on the empress. Even if... even if there are more beautiful peonies in the future, they are not as good as the true national beauty of the peonies. How can they compare?"
Zhong Qingye was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter suddenly. Chun'er was confused and asked in confusion: "Did you say something wrong?"
Zhong Qingye shook his head with a smile. "It's not that you said something wrong, it's that you completely misunderstood what I meant. I'm not worried about whether I will be the only flower in the harem in the future or whether the flowers will be red all over the world, whether it is peony or peony, as long as
It’s the flower that picks people’s hearts, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a true national beauty or not.”
As she spoke, she casually broke off some branches from the peony, inserted them diagonally on her chest, and walked slowly forward.
Chun'er thought for a while before he understood what she meant. He hurriedly caught up with her, took her arm and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, the empress is absolutely right, whether it's peony or peony, or even just roadside
As long as the person picking the flowers likes the color of a daisy, it doesn’t matter what kind of flower it is.”
She suddenly moved forward a little, and smiled particularly narrowly. "No wonder your Majesty is so calm. It definitely confirms that our flower-picking hearts are only for your Majesty..."
Zhong Qingye spat at her, smiled and said nothing.
Qi Mo is the only flower picker in the palace, and there is no need to figure out who the flower in his heart is. Zhong Qingye naturally knows that once Qi Mo takes the throne, he will face the problem of concubines in the Third Palace and Sixth Courtyard, but she doesn't want to go at all
Consider these.
According to the doctor's judgment, she only has nine months left to live. This time belongs to her and Qi Mo. As for after she leaves... Qi Mo still has the right to choose his own life.
Zhong Qingye thought that if Qi Mo really married hundreds of concubines from the Three Palaces and Sixth Court after her death, as long as she didn't hear about it, he would naturally not care. If those women could take her place in the future, although
I'm a little reluctant, but it's also good.
She cannot be a drag on Qi Mo because of her poor fortune, not to mention that he is now in the world, and it will be a matter of time for him to accept concubines and spread their wings. Zhong Qingye's only selfish intention now is to spend the remaining nine months here.
, this palace only belongs to her and Qi Mo, and there will be no scent of makeup from any woman.
That's enough.
Just as I was thinking about it, a string of mellow piano sounds suddenly came to my ears. It was extremely gentle and clear, like the gentle chirping of a charming warbler. When I listened carefully, I felt that I was always thinking about it, and I was worried about it. I was with Zhong Qingye on Qianhe Island.
The song I heard online is somewhat similar, but the feeling of longing for it is even stronger.
Zhong Qingye stopped and listened carefully for a while. He understood the surrounding environment and asked casually: "Does any of you know what music this is?"
No one spoke, and after waiting for a while, I heard Qian'er whisper softly from behind. "Back to the queen, I know a little about the music. This piece of music... is actually not a piece of music."
"Not a tune?"
Mei'er smiled softly, her slightly childish face had a shy coral red color, and her voice was thin, but she was somewhat similar to Xia'er four years ago.
"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the sound of this harp should be the music of the heart of the person playing the harp. The so-called heart melody is to play out the feelings in the heart on the strings at will. This requires the harp player's exquisite skills and understanding of what he is thinking.
The obsession that I have is extremely heavy, if not otherwise, my heart will never come true."
Heart song...
Zhong Qingye couldn't help but frown slightly. Does that silly girl still have such obsession after entering the palace?
Longing for lovesickness, longing for lovesickness. If you ask how long the longing for lovesickness will last, it will not last until we meet each other.
Zhong Qingye sighed, feeling embarrassed for that girl. As a woman who grew up in a boudoir, she was naturally shy and unspeakable with such thoughts. She could only rely on these musical instruments and express them tactfully.