Chapter 815 Seeing Through
In Zhaoyang Palace.
Prince Jing took the initiative to take the place of a palace maid, stretched out his wrist, let Concubine Lu Jing hold her, and walked into the Zhaoyang Palace together.
When he was about to enter the inner hall, King Jing suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on the garden on the side of the path.
Looking around, the peonies in the garden are blooming charmingly against the backdrop of green leaves. They are red, purple and pink. The peonies stretch their petals to their heart's content, like a beautiful lady. A dancing noblewoman flutters her skirt. She is so beautiful that she is graceful and luxurious, so beautiful that the country is beautiful and fragrant.
In particular, two peonies are the most eye-catching. Half of their petals are deep purple and black, and the other half are as red as blood.
The familiar peony.
Familiar memories.
When I was a child, I was playing hide-and-seek with Brother Sanhuang and Ning An in the garden of Rongfu Palace. Brother Sanhuang accidentally stepped on and broke a peony that was half dark purple and half deep red. I still remember that it made Empress Du Fei heartbroken for a long time. Woolen cloth.
"What's wrong, Zhen'er?" Concubine Lu Jing asked.
"Concubine, if I remember correctly, these peonies are from Concubine Du's palace, right?" King Jing asked in a positive tone.
"You remember clearly, but not now." Concubine Lu Jing turned around and looked at the peonies in the garden. Her eyes were as clear as blue waves and filled with pride, and the curve of her mouth was as perfect as a crescent moon. It’s the look back and the smile that makes you charming.
Peony is the king of flowers. Isn’t it a symbol of the master of the harem? Why does Concubine Du Kang have a peony garden now?
"Concubine Mother likes begonias, and Concubine Du loves peonies. These peonies are not what Concubine Mother likes, so why should Concubine Mother win people's love?" King Jing shook his head slightly.
"Who gave birth to you? It's okay if you don't help the concubine. How can you help that bitch speak?" Concubine Lu Jing glanced at King Jing and said angrily, "I like the concubine recently. Peonies, can’t you? Besides, I just mentioned that I like peonies, and your father had them transplanted from Rongfu Palace, so I am the one who wins people’s love.”
"Mother concubine." King Jing shook his head helplessly and smiled when he saw this.
Rongfu Palace has a study room with elegant decoration, a guqin, a desk, and a boudoir-like room.
"Brother Imperial, do you understand?"
Princess Ning'an sat in front of the desk, holding her cheek in one hand, and pulling the rice paper with her other pink hand in boredom. A corner, stroked back and forth.
The rice paper is very familiar. It was the rice paper on which Zhu Pingan wrote the poem "Wo Chun".
Opposite the desk, King Yu copied a copy of "Wo Chun" with a brush in his hand. He stood in front of the desk, looking at the copy of "Wo Chun" and thinking seriously. This was a habit he developed from studying when he was a child, and it also came from a lesson learned by Emperor Jiajing. During the Chinese New Year when he was a child, Emperor Jiajing had a whim and personally taught a Qingci poem to Prince Yu, Prince Zhuang Jing and Prince Jing. soon He understood it, but King Yu didn't understand it at all. He asked Emperor Jiajing over and over again. Emperor Jiajing was annoyed by the questions and angrily asked King Yu to fire him a hundred times. He lectured King Yu that reading a hundred times would make sense. If you are stupid, you can master it by copying it a hundred times. From then on, King Yu gradually formed the habit of using copying to promote understanding.
After listening to Princess Ning'an's inquiry, King Yu frowned and slowly shook his head.
"Gee, is the sun coming out in the west today? Didn't Ning'an get dizzy when he saw eight-legged articles about poems, songs, and poems? Why did he take the initiative to ask your brother to study poetry today?" Concubine Du Kang said. He looked at Princess Ning'an with a smile and joked.
"Concubine Du~~ I am so ignorant and incompetent." Princess Ning'an blushed slightly and put the poem in her hand on the table, then ran over and hugged Concubine Du Kang. She shook her arms and acted coquettishly.
"Giggle, I'm afraid your father will be worried in the future." Concubine Du Kang suddenly chuckled.
"Why?" Princess Ning'an raised her face and asked in confusion.
“Gee, because our little Ning’an is not only naturally beautiful, but now also knowledgeable and sensible, what kind of consort can be worthy of our little Ning’an? I’m afraid only the number one scholar can be worthy. " Du Kangfei covered her mouth with her embroidered handkerchief and giggled.
"I don't want to marry that exhibitionist surnamed Zhu~~ Ning'an will ignore you." Princess Ning'an heard that Du Kangfei said that only the number one scholar was worthy of her, and she suddenly thought of a certain An exhibitionist who took off his pants to check the bank in public, covered with I felt a chill, and every cell in my body was against it. I couldn't help but blurt it out subconsciously. After I finished speaking, I met Du Kangfei's gossipy eyes. Her pretty face turned red like a ripe apple, and she let out a sigh, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. She turned around and lowered her head, ignoring Du Kangfei.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Du Kangfei coaxed with a smile.
Princess Ning'an then turned around and said, "Concubine Du, please don't make such jokes with Ning'an again."
"Yeah." Du Kangfei nodded, obviously not sincerely speaking.
When it was quiet here, King Yu, who was opposite the desk, seemed to have figured out some clues, and spoke slowly:
"If you put aside the rhythm of this poem, it is a poem. A very good poem. Perhaps this is a poem that does not pay attention to rhyme. Liu Zongyuan objected to Pianli. It is influenced by Chinese literature and the artistic conception of Su Dongpo and Liu Yong's Song poetry. It is catchy and easy to sing. It seems to be a new genre. One is dark and the other is secluded. It is like a fairy tale of plum blossoms. Well, there is also one. This distant smell is like lying on water, and the sense of smell is used to describe vision. This technique is extremely used. Looking from a distance, that scene The plum blossoms in bloom on the trees are like a red lake. The bank behind is green, the bank is green, and the bank is dark green. It is also very good. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. Green leaves are used to line up red flowers, but this poem is uncharacteristically using red flowers to line up green leaves, highlighting the strong spring mood and this artistic conception. It's really beautiful, comparable to "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"."
"Is that exhibitionist's writing so good? I don't care about his bad poems." After hearing Wang Yu's interpretation. , Princess Ning'an stretched out her little hand to take the rice paper in her hand, and then slapped the rice paper on the table with disdain.
So he writes so well, huh, but even so, I don’t care. Do you think that just because you put in the effort to write a good poem, I will be impressed by you? You have read too many drama scripts. , go ahead and dream, hum!
Of course, although Princess Ning'an didn't care about it, her vanity was still satisfied.
"What poem is so good? Let me see it. I smell the dark plum blossoms, lying on the branch with sadness. I smell it from a distance like water, and it is easy to see the spring green"
Du Kangfei said Then he took the rice paper on the table into his hand, read it in a low voice, then he didn't understand why, and then read it again, There was a bright light in her eyes, as if she was thinking deeply, and she immediately went back and looked away again, and recited it slowly and silently in a low voice. Suddenly her pretty face turned red, and she almost couldn't help laughing, and she stretched out her slender hand to cover it. As she closed her mouth, her shoulders trembled, and her big eyes curved into crescent moons.
Seeing this, King Yu looked at Concubine Du Kang in confusion.
The same is true for Princess Ning'an.
Seeing the confused expressions on both of their faces, Concubine Du Kang couldn't help but cover her mouth. She giggled so hard that her branches trembled with laughter, as if she was about to die. (End of this chapter)