Concubine GL

Chapter 83 1

On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, the snow has stopped and the sky is shining brightly, which is a sign of great auspiciousness.

This day coincided with King Wen Xiang's visit, Wang Yin woke up very early, but before he could start dressing, the snow pigeon flew to the window.

After Ruhuai left that day, she couldn't bear it any longer, and wrote a flying letter to Qi Wuxue, thinking that she had to wait for many days for this snow pigeon to appear.

Opening the thin rice paper, the handwriting is familiar and friendly, but it says "It's just that the father is here, if I show up, don't I think it's a fraud, it's a mess?" It's so teasing, it makes people laugh, but Wang Yin smiled, Inexplicably sad.My heart seemed to be suddenly seized by an emotion called grievance, and I couldn't breathe for a while.

These days, I have thought about countless scenes of meeting, and I have thought about as many as possible, but in the end it is just wishful thinking, piled up like bubbles, and will burst at the touch of a touch.

I have been looking forward to it for a long time, but it is shattered before it is about to be realized. This kind of feeling is not as good as never having expected it early in the morning.

As soon as the hand was released, the snow pigeon flew away with a cooing sound, and Huai Sang stood by the side and said softly: "Your Majesty, do you want to prepare pen and ink?"

Wang Yin shook his head, said: "I will be greeted by the emperor in another hour, you better dress me and change clothes for me."

Huai Sang looked at Wang Yin's slightly lonely back, hesitant to say anything, the corners of his lips curled up, and he went forward to take a comb to comb Wang Yin's hair.

At the end of the time, Wang Yin was dressed in a purple orchid costume and stood beside you.

The wind blows through the sleeves of the clothes, rustling.She raised her chin slightly, with a smile on her lips, and a dark red wintersweet flower between her brows. She is solemn and elegant, looking away from the world in a trance.

Under the high ranks, there were two rows of courtiers dressed in court uniforms kneeling together, and outside of them were the neatly lined up Imperial Forest Army, standing upright densely.The cold wind is bitter, and the bright yellow flags are flying around, which adds a bit of grandeur for no reason.

Before waiting for a stick of incense, a group of people came from behind the five white jade bridges, and the leader was King Wen Xiang.

King Wen Xiang is Ru Huai's cousin. From a distance, his beard and hair are white, and he is over sixty years old. However, his face is gentle and modest, his spirit is hale and hearty, and his gestures are also very generous.

Wang Yin looked at him quietly, seeing him approaching from a distance, an inexplicable joy rose in his dusty heart.However, after glancing at the people behind him, there was indeed no such familiar face.

King Wen Xiang stopped in front of the two of them with a smile, bowed his head and said, "Long live the King Wen Xiang of Sichuan to see my emperor."

Ru Huai hurriedly supported his arm: "Uncle, you don't need to be formal."

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and the emperor is more and more energetic. It is really a blessing for our Li country." King Wen Xiang said.

"The emperor's uncle still doesn't lose his style in the past." Ru Huai laughed brightly, and pointed at Wang Yin, "This is Concubine Zhao."

King Wen Xiang turned to look at Wang Yin, looked at her carefully, and smiled after a long time: "On the way, I heard that Concubine Zhao is gentle and generous, her appearance is like a fairy, seeing her today, she is really extraordinary."

The eyes of the two collided, and the disappearing flames gathered for a moment, and there was a bang in the heart——the eyes of King Wenxiang are so familiar, although his face is wrinkled countless times with every frown and smile, but the star-like eyes are so familiar. It was startling.

Wang Yin didn't dare to think too much, and smiled indifferently: "The king of Shu is absurd."

"Okay, it's windy outside, why not go into the hall." Ru Huai turned around and said.

"Your Majesty is sympathetic to the people in Sichuan, and distributed the treasury for disaster relief. I am very grateful, and I will do it first!" As soon as he sat down, King Wen Xiang grabbed the full wine goblet and got up and said.

Ru Huai felt a little ashamed of what he said, probably thinking of Qi Wuxue again: "It's okay, it's okay, the middle of Sichuan is also the territory of the Li Kingdom, and the people are suffering, so I am naturally worried." Beckon, drink it up.

Ruhuai put down the wine glass, sighed and said, "I'm sorry for Rong Guifei. At that time, the noble concubine was the emperor's uncle's beloved daughter, and she kindly sent her to me. Unexpectedly, something like this happened, and her fragrance disappeared. It’s truly depressing.”

King Wen Xiang waved his hand generously and said: "I won't mention it after it's passed! I was also a young girl who caused a lot of troubles and shamed the harem. I still want to make amends to the emperor. The emperor said so, but I won't let this Wang is more guilty?"

Ru Huai laughed, and said with relief: "It's rare that the emperor is so close to humanity, I'll toast you again!"

King Wen Xiang was also unambiguous, and drank another glass of amber wine.

The courtiers all went to the palace, and after the prime minister fell from the horse, the rampant old forces were defeated. However, the previous state of contention among a hundred flowers was gone forever, and there were no more voices except praising the emperor's merits, which made people feel ridiculed.

After drinking for three rounds, singing and singing, the dancing girl in elegant red gauze rises gracefully.Its sleeves are turned up to the sky, its figure is soft and tender, and it is as delicate and beautiful as a burning peach blossom, which is in stark contrast to the dazzling white snow outside the main hall.

Wang Yin held the beauty goblet between his fingers, and shook it gently, the clear sake moved slightly with the fingertips, in which reflected his own bloodless face, the beauty was beautiful, but it lacked a little aura, as if it was just a lost body Emotional shell.

The sound of chime bells rang out, and she suddenly thought of Qi Wuxue, that night the moon shone on the cold river, the water was as clear as a mirror, and her eyes were shining brightly, shrouded in a light mist, more charming than the moonlight.

Looking up thoughtfully, looking past the dancer's peach-colored tulle, he found that King Wen Xiang was looking at him inadvertently.Wang Yin nodded and smiled slightly, King Wen Xiang also curled the corners of his lips, he looked a little drunk, he was still sitting upright, but his eyes were a little blurred.

He stared at Wang Yin and kept smiling lightly.

Wang Yin also looked at him, the graceful figure of the dancing girl was in the room, Wang Yin's heart suddenly cleared up, the smile on his lips gradually faded, he raised his hand holding on to the wine goblet, and after taking a sip, he lowered his head and stopped looking at him .

After the banquet was over, because they would go to Fuyi Palace to visit the Empress Dowager together soon, Ru Huai left King Wen Xiang to reminisce about the past, Wang Yin and other courtiers left first.

As soon as he left the palace, Wang Yin asked with a serious face: "Huisang, do you have something to hide from me?"

"No, why did your mother say that?" Huai Sang looked in a good mood, but when she heard Wang Yin's words, she shrank her head unconsciously.

Wang Yin glanced at her: "It's okay, seeing your reaction, I am more convinced."

"This..." Huai Sang swallowed, and whispered, "Aren't you angry?"

"What's there to be angry about?" Wang Yin snorted, at most he would take revenge after meeting him.

Thinking about it, Wang Yin couldn't help feeling clearer, he stopped outside the Rizhao Hall, Ru Huai's laughter and King Wen Xiang's voice could be heard clearly.

The sun was setting to the west, and the snow cover of the imperial city was extremely thick, reflecting the blue sky, which was very beautiful.

After returning to Chongyang Palace, the time passed extremely slowly, knowing that there was no rush, but the seemingly stagnant waiting made people feel restless and restless.

The sky was completely dark, and the snow began to fall outside the window again, floating on the pine needles, bending the branches.

"Your Majesty, if you are tired today, why don't you rest early." Huai Sang stood behind Wang Yin and said.

Wang Yin was startled: "What time is it?"

"It's just past the hour of the day."

"Should have been to Fuyi Palace and come back." Wang Yin said softly, "Alright, you can loosen my hair bun."

"Hmm..." Huai Sang was a little hesitant, just touched the hairpin with his finger, but changed his tone, "Your Majesty, this servant will wash your face with warm water first!"

Wang Yin nodded casually.

Sitting in front of the dressing table for a long time, Huai Sang still did not come back.The sleeping hall is deserted, only the red candles are dancing and making a slight explosion sound, making it even more lonely.

Wang Yin was bored waiting, and inexplicably agitated in his heart, so he stretched out his hand to untie the bun, and pulled out the gold hairpins one by one, the black hair flowed behind him like a river.

"Crackling", the palace door was pushed open, and the slight sound of footsteps came to a halt behind Wang Yin.

"Finally I'm back, I've been waiting until my hair turns gray." Wang Yin angrily brushed back the ivory in his hand.

The person behind him didn't speak, just took the comb silently, and gently slid it down along the top of Wang Yin's head, combing to the end, and combing till he grows old.

In the bronze mirror, she reflected her slightly cold face after removing makeup, with a straight nose and watery eyes.On the side of the ear is the slender waist of the person behind him. It can be seen that his body is plain white, except for a touch of dark green around his waist, with crescent-shaped nephrite hanging on it, and light yellow tassels trembling slightly with the movement.

The hand of the person behind him stopped, and the pair of slender, jade-white plain hands happened to be reflected in the bronze mirror, with a faint touch of vermilion on the edge of the tightly buttoned cuffs, like blood and tears.

Wang Yin's heart stopped beating, although he knew it already, but seeing this red color, he still couldn't stop his eyes from getting wet.