"Now there is a jade jar worth a thousand gold, but it is not suitable. Can it hold water?" [Han Feizi·Wai Chu said upper right]
Following this call, all the palace servants, concubines, and eunuchs in the Pixiang Palace put down their work and ran to both sides of the road in the atrium to greet the driver. They were silent for a while. Song Du's reaction was much better than that of the stunned Guo
Cai Nu had to be quick and walked to the door in a few steps to pick him up.
"Your Majesty is coming, why don't you tell me in advance so that I can let someone put the plum pancakes in the well and put them on ice for a while." Song Du smiled brightly, his eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc. After seeing the emperor, he looked better than before.
I'm even more happy with those gadgets.
The emperor had just held Song Du's hand and was about to walk inside. When he heard Song Du say this, he couldn't help but laugh: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, how can you become so sensible?"
He didn't feel anything was wrong, and walked straight into the hall with Song Du. Behind him, Mu Shun of Xiaohuangmen and Cainv Guo stayed outside the door considerately.
With a smile on his lips, Song Du replied smartly: "Didn't His Majesty say it before? 'When a scholar has been away for three days, he should treat each other with admiration.' Do you think that this is what the scholar is allowed to do, but I can't do the same?"
"Guo Cainv beside you is so eloquent, she must have taught you bad things." The emperor's eyebrows were fashionable and lingering with a little boredom, but now, Song Du's few words have made him happy, and all the sadness has disappeared.
, his eyes were full of joy: "Now you know that you are talkative in front of me, but when you meet the emperor's sister and the queen, you can't even say anything."
Song Du knew that the emperor was not angry, so he floated up unconsciously, and followed the other party's joke and said: "The eldest princess and the others are older than me, so I naturally have to respect them more, otherwise I should say that I love to talk a lot, no.
Etiquette."
She didn't think there was anything wrong when she said this, but Guo Cainv, who was standing outside the door, was really shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Even Xiaohuangmen Mu Shun, who was standing on the other side, lazily raised his eyelids to take some time off.
He glanced at Guo Cainu. He thought to himself that with His Majesty's words just now, Mr. Song may be fine, but you can't escape.
Sure enough, although I didn't see the emperor's expression directly, just listening to the emperor's voice, I knew that the smile in his words was obviously much lighter: "Then you are not 'respectful' to me?"
Guo Cainv's face turned pale, and she was filled with fear. Her life depended on whether Song Du's response was appropriate, but Song Du didn't seem to know the seriousness behind it, which made her sweat for herself.
"How dare I be disrespectful to His Majesty!" Song Du said righteously at first, and then he hesitated, his eyes evasive, and his cheeks turned pink. When you reveal your feelings in front of the person you like, you will always feel low-key unconsciously.
One end, as if he had done something bad: "It's just that besides 'respect', there are more things..."
The emperor was currently wearing a light-colored blouse, and a thin white singlet underneath to prevent exposure. His black hair was casually wrapped in a scarf, and he did not wear any accessories. His face was clean and delicate, and he looked just right.
He looks like a young man from an ordinary family who has lived in Chang'an since childhood.
This attire shows the youthful grace and elegance. It is completely different from the emperor who usually wears court clothes and ordinary clothes, forming a sharp contrast.
Song Du already had a crush on him, but when he saw the emperor with a different demeanor, his heart was even more excited, and he almost said what was in his heart for a moment. After realizing it in hindsight, he happened to be stuck in the middle, so he just said
Half of them didn't dare to say any more.
"You." The emperor smiled helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do to him.
When Guo Cainv outside the door heard this laugh, she sighed softly as if she had been granted amnesty. She felt that with the emperor's smile, the thunder and rain that was coming before her eyes suddenly disappeared, and the scenery turned bright and clear.
Mu Shun's expression was as cold as ever, his eyes lowered and looking at the gaps in the floor tiles, as if nothing had happened.
The emperor likes Song Du. In fact, every boy at a certain age will like lively and smart girls. They are innocent and innocent, which makes people naturally have a desire for protection. The feeling of getting along with Song Du is mature and charming.
The feeling of getting along with the elegant and calm Empress Dong is completely different.
It is precisely because of this kind of affection like that of an elder brother to his younger sister, as well as the emperor's subconscious remaining feelings for Song Du from the original owner, that the emperor always had a negative attitude toward Song Du, a unique woman in the Weiyang Palace.
Have the greatest tolerance.
It's just that this emotion will always be like a spark in the memory. It passes suddenly in life and cannot last long. The final destination of every man is always the quiet peace of the years after settling.
The emperors in both lives were very clear about everything, but others were different. It was this kind of "tolerance" that others did not have, which gave the Song Dynasty the reputation of being "the exclusive favorite of the emperor" both inside and outside the palace, thus concealing the
It revealed the true considerations of each of the three people in Yeting in the emperor's mind.
The layout of the Pixiang Hall is very unique. People in the Song Dynasty did not like the cramped living rooms, so they persuaded the emperor to open up the huge gallery, and separated it with a plain gauze screen as thin as cicada wings. The sunlight shone in, making everything transparent and bright.
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There was a pottery vat placed by the window leading to the verandah. It was filled with clear water. It seemed to be used to dissipate heat. The green trees outside were reflected in the water. The emperor glanced at it from a distance and said:
"It's such a hot summer this year that the ice cubes melted as soon as they were taken out. Even the ministers are in dire straits when it comes to rewarding them. You can't supply them here, so don't feel aggrieved."
Song Du has a lively temperament, but she is not an unreasonable coquettish girl. She is naturally sensible and dare not even say anything.
The emperor looked at the tank for a moment and said jokingly: "Still water can easily breed mosquitoes. If you put a few swimming fish in the water, you will have both ends."
Song Du smiled softly and replied: "There are a few fish in the water. They dived deep and did not float."
"Really?" the emperor asked with great interest.
Song Du smiled and said nothing, as if he was deliberately showing off, he stepped forward personally, stretched out his hand and touched the edge of the tank. Sure enough, a few fish were alerted, mistakenly thinking they were eating, and swam up slowly.
, swirling around the ripples.
The emperor approached and bent over to take a look, and repeatedly said yes. The only drawback was that these were ordinary small fish, far less ornamental than the colorful goldfish of later generations.
Seeing that Song Du was so excited, as if he wanted to show off something good to him, the emperor felt funny in his heart, and actually watched it cooperatively for a while. Then he left the pottery vat, wandered around the palace with his hands behind his back, and began to look around.
There was no fresh fruit at this time, and there were only a plate of pickled preserves and a pot of thirst-quenching fruit drink on the table. Every time the emperor came back to the palace in the capital of Song Dynasty, he would always find something to do to make him feel depressed and have fun.
, he saw a pipa lying quietly on the bamboo mat next to the table. He didn't know what he thought of, and blurted out: "How are you practicing your pipa? Can you play a complete piece of music?"
Song Du's interest became even higher, and he said as if asking for credit: "I am willing to perform for Your Majesty!"