Chapter 15 The Garden After Drinking with King Xuan
It rained heavily in the middle of the night, but I didn't know anything about it. When I woke up, the rain on the ground had not dried up. I had been tired recently and was a little tired. After breakfast, I didn't plan to go out.
Send Yuan'er to Nishang spinning to help me interview tailors and embroiderers. Nishang spinning can make business, and it's a mess. Since that day when brothel dances were performed, neon clothes spinning has spread throughout the streets and alleys. And the fabrics spun from neon clothes are special.
Designate Qingyi Textile Co., Ltd. to be responsible. This is the so-called prosperity for all.
I have been drawing the decoration design of the restaurant recently, so I don’t have time to design new styles of clothes. Fortunately, there are more than a dozen styles to support it, and each style comes in a variety of colors, which is really good.
Wearing a pink tube top, a light green grass skirt, and a beige gauze coat, she walked slowly to the back garden. The peach blossoms were still blooming on the trees, but the pear blossoms were all white.
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen."
"I didn't expect that the princess would be so elegant, reciting poems and having fun here all morning." Looking up, Shen Zimo was sitting in the pavilion with a playful smile on his face. There was a pot of sake and a few side dishes in the pavilion.
Really enjoy it.
"Your Majesty is in a good mood and is drinking in the back garden early in the morning. In that case, let me have a few drinks with Your Majesty." I walked to the pavilion and called the servant behind Shen Zimo to get a wine glass.
Shen Zimo was very good-tempered today and did not make any sarcasm, so I had a few drinks. Since everyone praised Wang Xuan for his outstanding literary talent, I wanted to see more. "Your Majesty, how can you drink without poetry? Your Majesty also saw my concubine that day.
Today I also want to ask the prince to write a poem with the theme of pear. How about it?"
Shen Zimo glanced at me, and there was an indifference in his eyes that I didn't like. He lowered his head and took a sip before slowly speaking. "The graft becomes crispy in autumn, and becomes more fragrant when it fades. When you put a cactus in the air, it should be added to the auspiciousness."
Exposed"
I chuckled. He said that the pear was as delicious as a fresh fruit, but it was just a pear. The weather was so nice, I felt like singing. I remember that Chu Ruoxuan used to be the one who liked to listen to me singing the most, and every time I was fascinated by it.
Like drunk.
I asked my servant to fetch the guzheng from my room. I moved the wine glass gently and placed the guzheng on the stone bench in the pavilion. Then I looked at the ancient Chu Ruoxuan tenderly. "The dance that the prince watched that day actually had another song.
I am in a good mood today, so please sing to your Majesty."
Shen Zimo put down the wine glass in his hand and crossed his arms over his chest with an expectant look on his face. Why are these expressions so similar?
When will the bright moon come?
Ask the sky for wine
I don’t know the palace in heaven
What year is it today?
I want to ride the wind back
I'm afraid of Qionglouyuyu
It’s cold at high places
Dance to clear the shadow
How does it seem to be in the human world?
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion and looking down at the house, there is no sleep
There shouldn't be any hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete
Nung, moon and new moon
I want to ride the wind back home for fear of the beauty of the palace
It's so cold at high places that I dance to find out how my shadow seems to be in the human world
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion and looking down at the house, there is no sleep
There shouldn't be any hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.