In recent days, Murong Yingluo has been practicing archery every day to increase her arm strength, practicing flying dance moves, and studying classics at night, making herself very busy every day.
Except for seeing Si Wushang at night, he was almost never in the yard during the day. Although the two were husband and wife, he knew what he was doing? But he knew nothing about him.
The weather was obviously much cooler in the afternoon, and Yingluo was waving her water sleeves several feet long in the air in the yard. This was not difficult for her, and Zhen'er Amai was always by her side.
Zhen'er, however, looked worried. She had just gone to the kitchen and heard Bi Yue showing off with other maids. In recent days, she had been waiting by the prince's side, and would accompany him to fly kites later.
In the distance, she saw someone flying kites in the blue sky. The young lady was working hard to practice her dancing skills, but the prince was having sex with other women. She really felt worthless for the young lady.
"Miss, please take a rest and drink some water before practicing again."
Yingluo was also a little thirsty and took back her sleeves, "Okay!"
The herbal tea tastes particularly sweet in the mouth. Tomorrow is King Zheng’s birthday party. Whether or not the rumor can be dispelled depends on this.
Zhen'er raised her head to block the sun and saw someone flying paper kites over the palace, "Miss, someone is flying paper kites."
Murong Yingluo said disapprovingly: "Perhaps the girls in the palace are so bored that they are flying kites."
Zhen'er couldn't hold back the words in her heart, "Miss, it's the kite that the prince flew with Biyue."
"What did you say? Your Majesty is flying kites with Biyue?"
Zhen'er obeyed the second lady's order and always reminded her, "Miss, you are the mistress of the palace, how can you let other women be favored?"
Murong Yingluo's eyes were filled with gleams of light, hesitant and unsteady. She had worked so hard to practice dancing, but he actually accompanied other women to fly kites, which made her feel sour and uncomfortable.
"Zhen'er, there's no need to say anything, come with me."
The three of them walked in the direction of the kite, which was an open courtyard. Si Wushang stood in the courtyard, holding the spool of the kite in his hand, looking at the kite in the sky with eyes as calm as spring water.
Bi Yue stayed by her side obediently, with the word "shy" clearly written in her eyes. Murong Yingluo felt very uncomfortable looking in her eyes.
Si Wushang had already sensed the arrival of the three men and said softly: "Since you are here, come out!"
Since Yingluo was discovered, she was not polite and walked over with the three of them, "Your Majesty is really very elegant. This is the first time I have seen a man fly kites. It is really rare for Your Majesty to have such a long-term love for a son and daughter." The words were revealed.
Ridiculous, with a hint of sourness.
"Be brave, even if you are the princess, you can't be so unreasonable to the prince." Biyue originally stayed with the prince, but was ruined by the princess.
"Bi Yue! Don't be rude!" Bi Yue bit her lip and stood aside.
Si Wushang looked at the paper kites flying in the blue sky. Now that he was twenty years old, some things always have to be let go.
The paper kite is just a symbol of grief. No matter what kind of sadness there is, it will pass. As long as the longing for your loved ones remains in your heart, it will never change. It is time to let go, so as not to worry about the father, the emperor, and the mother.
Only then will the soul rest.
He stretched out his hand and cut off the kite. The kite lost its direction and drifted away in the wind.
Si Wushang's move surprised everyone, and the one who reacted the most was Bi Yue, "Your Majesty, what are you doing? That is the paper kite that you put out for the late emperor every year on his birthday. You want to take it back and hang it on the
A place where you can see it will prevent you from missing your loved ones.
Si Wushang seemed to be in a serious mood, and without leaving any words, he left the courtyard with heavy steps and went to the wine cellar.
Bi Yue glared at Murong Yingluo angrily and shouted angrily: "The princess is so satisfied!"
"Bold slave! You are disrespectful to the princess!" Zhen'er shouted coldly.
Biyue looked at the three masters and servants with cold eyes. The kite was the prince's favorite thing. She wanted to leave the house to find the flying kite.
Murong Yingluo just teased him a few words, but did not expect that it was the paper kite that King Zheng used to express his grief.
"Miss, it's Zhen'er's fault for not figuring out the whole story." Now Yingluo is no longer in the mood to practice dancing, and her heart feels as if cold lead has been poured into it, which is very heavy. For the first time, she saw in Prince Zheng's eyes
When it comes to sadness, it means missing your loved ones.
He didn't like Prince Zheng. He shouldn't have had anything to do with the other women flying kites, but she found him out of nowhere, making him feel guilty now as if he had done something wrong.
"Zhen'er, let's go back to the room."
Murong Yingluo returned to the bedroom and saw no sign of Prince Zheng. A trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes. Could it be that he had gone to the wine cellar.
"Miss, you don't have to blame yourself. Your Majesty is a decent man and he won't argue with you."
"Zhen'er, go get some silk needlework and glass lamps."
Miss has never been a female celebrity, and those things have always been decorations. "Miss, do you want to make a sky lantern?"
"No, the sky lanterns are too eye-catching. I want to make river lanterns with my own hands to candle the darkness, which is not ostentatious but also shows sincerity."
Murong Yingluo had never done such delicate work before, and she accidentally cut her hand. Zhen'er advised her not to do it, but Yingluo insisted on doing it herself. The three of them made a total of 7,749 river lanterns, but they were all finished in a matter of hours.
All forgotten.
The starlight was dim like ink, and Prince Zheng hadn't returned to his room yet. She didn't do this for Si Wushang to see, she just wanted to feel better in her heart.
"Zhen'er, Amai, let's go put out river lanterns."
On the other side, Bupo had been guarding the door of the wine cellar. Seeing that it was getting late, he said, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to go back."
Tomorrow is his birthday, and he thought of his deceased father and mother, "Yeah!"
The night wind swept over his skin with warmth. In the hazy night, Si Wushang felt something strange when he saw the faint candlelight above the lake, so he concealed his presence and walked towards the light.
Murong Yingluo lit all the river lanterns and put them into the blue lake of Qingfeng Garden. She knelt on the ground with her hands clasped together and begged devoutly: "First Emperor, Concubine Chen, Yingluo is ignorant and ruined King Zheng's blessing.
Murong Yingluo once again wishes to pray for the souls of the late emperor and Concubine Chen to rest in peace, and to bless King Zheng's good health."
She knows that every parent's greatest wish is for their children to be healthy and safe.
Murong Yingluo's words rang in her ears, the river lanterns in the lotus pond were as bright as stars, reflecting the pious face, and Si Wushang's heart was like a lake rippled by the breeze, creating ripples.
Seeing the river lights gradually drifting away, Murong Yingluo picked up her sleeves and said to the two of them: "Let's go!"
Yingluo returned to the room and saw that King Zheng had returned. The faint sadness could no longer be seen on his face, and he had returned to his former gentleness and humility.
"I have met the prince."
Si Wushang's eyes caught a glimpse of her bandaged wound, "Are you injured?"
Yingluo hurriedly hid the wound behind her back. She didn't want Prince Zheng to know that she went to put out river lanterns out of guilt. She hurriedly covered it up and said: "It was just scratched by an arrow while practicing archery."
But he unceremoniously took her Qianqiansu hand and removed the silk ribbon on it, "The weather is so hot, the wound will fester if not treated properly."
Immediately, she took some honey jelly from the jade bottle and applied it carefully on the wound. Yingluo did not refuse. She didn't know why he was suddenly so kind to her.
"Well, I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to regret to me, just forget it! What you have to do now is to play your role as Princess Zheng seriously."
It turned out that he was worried about tomorrow's birthday party, so he couldn't help but take his hands away from his and turned his face away.