The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 103 Changhuan, Ziyi

Today is the fourteenth day of February, and tomorrow is the fifteenth day. As the middle of the month approaches, the moon becomes more round and brighter.

Xiao Yu looked up and felt something in his heart. He couldn't help humming: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it? It's so cold, dancing to make clear the shadows, why does it seem to be in the world①..."

This was one of the few songs she could sing in her previous life, but now she was in another world, watching the moon and her heart moved, so she hummed it.

Her voice was as clear as a teenager's, and when she lowered her voice, she had an ethereal taste, and it was amazing enough to match the beautiful scenery at this time.

Listening to her singing, Jun Rong couldn't help being fascinated, and stared at Xiao Yu without knowing it.

Xiao Yu was also involved in singing, she leaned on the railing in the corridor, her eyes were empty, "... people have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

The lingering lingering sound lingered for a long time, and when Xiao Yu escaped from the memories, he saw Fuyue standing under the steps looking at her, sobbing.

Xiao Yu: "...What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

Fuyue wiped her face with her sleeve: "No, it's nothing, I just think this song is a bit sad, I miss my mother."

Although Tinghua in the back didn't cry so hard, her eyes were slightly red, and she asked in a low voice: "My lord, what's the name of this song? I've never heard it before, it's really nice."

Xiao Yu smiled and shook his head: "It's a poem written by a predecessor, but it was changed into a song. Few people know about it. It's been too long."

When she said that, neither Fuyue nor Tinghua had any doubts. They knew that the prince likes to read books, especially ancient books, and they might have read them from ancient books.

Jun Rong was not so sad. He was still young when his mother and concubine passed away. Although he left a shadow, but to say how sad it was, it was not to that extent.

He tugged at Xiao Yu's sleeve, raised his eyes and asked hesitantly: "Does the Tai Tuo miss the prince?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, and then realized: "No, I just got a feeling when I saw the moon. Does Your Majesty like this poem?"

Jun Rong nodded: "I like it."

"Where do you like?"

Jun Rong pursed her lips and pondered, "Well... I don't quite understand many parts of it. I like this sentence: People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times."

Jun Rong looked up at the most eye-catching moon in the vast sea of ​​stars, with a trembling voice: "Sorrow and joy, parting and reunion, cloudy and sunny, it turns out that I and the moon are so similar. I was so worried about the departure of my mother and concubine. , I was not sad when my father passed away, but I also felt overwhelmed, and yesterday I witnessed the prince committing suicide..."

As he spoke, his voice lowered: "I didn't understand this before today, but after listening to you sing, I suddenly understood."

"People live in this life, they are constantly meeting and parting, right?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, and she smiled slowly into Shang Junrong's moist eyes, "Your Majesty has a very good understanding, that's why."

Jun Rong was affirmed, and also smiled: "So the so-called loss is not necessarily a loss, because what is lost must be gained, right?"

This time, Xiao Yu really refreshed his understanding of Jun Rong again, "What book did your majesty read today, did it inspire you so much?"

Jun Rong said truthfully: "I have read "Book of Songs" and "Shangshu."

"Why are you always so obedient?" Xiao Yu muttered in a low voice, and couldn't help touching the faucet: "Well, you grow faster by reading more."

Jun Rong didn't hide, even after becoming the emperor, he was still cute and cute in front of Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu looked at Junrong, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked: "Does Your Majesty have a sign?"

Jun Rong shook his head, "I am young, and my father doesn't care, no one thinks about it."

Xiao Yu thinks so too. Generally, when a man has a weak crown, he will take the calligraphy, but there are exceptions. The elders or teachers in the family love the students very much, and they will give the calligraphy in advance.

"You and I are always called Taifu in private. It's too natural. Let me give His Majesty a nickname, okay?"

Jun Rong was delighted: "Good!"

Xiao Yu dragged him into the courtyard, took his palms together, used his fingers as pens, and slowly wrote on his palms. Junrong felt itchy, and couldn't help but curled up his fingers. Xiao Yu said softly: "Good boy, do not move."

Jun Rong's ears became hot, and he didn't dare to move any more. He suppressed the itching and watched Xiao Yu write.

"What is it? Chang... Huan? Chang Huan?"

"Why take this?"

Jun Rong looked at Xiao Yu withdrew his hand, the remaining heat in his palm was still there.

Xiao Yu turned his hands away, and said with a smile: "The last sentence of the words just now said: 'I hope you will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon." joyous."

"Endless joy and eternal joy, this is the best blessing, right?"

Jun Rong's heart trembled, and a stream of heat slowly gushed out from his exhausted heart.

He looked down at his palm, "Chang Huan, Jun Chang Huan...I like it very much."

He pressed his palm to his chest, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Does the Taifu have a sign? I've never heard you mention it."

Xiao Yu shook his head: "Me neither, my situation is similar to yours."

Seeing her calmly say these words, Jun Rong's joy faded a little, yes, they are the same person.

Jun Rong looked at Xiao Yu hesitantly, "Then can I get one for the Taifu? I'm not your elder, nor your teacher. Is this against the rules?"

"Huh? Have you thought about it? Let's hear it, rules are dead, but people are alive. I am an extremely human minister. It's just a word. Who dares to ask where it comes from?"

Hearing what he said, Jun Rong became excited again, "Then stretch out your hand, and I'll write it for you."

Xiao Yu responded dotingly: "Okay."

She stretched out both hands, "Which one do you like better? Write whatever you want."

Jun Rong's face was slightly hot, and she stretched out her hand to support Xiao Yu's left hand, and her fingertips lightly touched her palm, but she suddenly stopped.

Xiao Yu's palm lines are criss-crossed, very complicated and complicated. Jun Rong remembered hearing the palace people chatting together before saying that people with many and messy palm lines are born to worry about their lives and think a lot.

Seeing him staring at her palm, Xiao Yu raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Jun Rong came back to his senses: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about the origin of these two words."

He pursed his lips and wrote two words gently on Xiao Yu's palm - Ziyi.

"Ziyi? Is there anything special about it?"

Jun Rong nodded: "In the afternoon, I read the Book of Songs and learned a poem, and I think it's just right to use it here."

"Which one?" Xiao Yu read it again: "Ziyi..." A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind: "But "Wuyi"?"

　①Quoting Su Shi's "Water Melody Getou"

　　Ziyi is taken from the "No Clothes" chapter of the Book of Songs
　　
　
(End of this chapter)