The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

The sky has not yet brightened, and the heavy green has begun.

Just like the previous mornings, I sat in front of the window, pulled up my hair, washed myself, and changed into blue cloud-colored clothes.

The material was given to her by the Queen last winter.

When Chongqing first arrived at Zhesang's side, she only knew the two concepts of good-looking and expensive when looking at clothes.

If you ask her to elaborate on what’s good about it, she won’t be able to tell. Sometimes Zhe Sang asked her to choose one of the two, but she couldn't choose. She only felt that each one was flawless and dazzlingly beautiful.

Now, she knows that there are hundreds of kinds of green, and the difference may not seem big, but yellow and green have different feelings. The same color, in different materials and different patterns, presents completely different effects.

This outfit has been prepared a long time ago.

The material is not thick enough, so it may be more suitable for late spring wear.

Before going to bed last night, Chongqing took it out in advance.

It's a bit cool, especially in the early morning, when the clouds and fog are thick and the sun has not yet risen.

Chongqing gently opened the door. The sky was gray and looked a bit boring.

There were already palace maids and eunuchs sweeping the court, quietly, and occasionally there was a bird song or two.

Chongqing walked in the direction of the library. When he passed Xianhe Zhai, half a tree of magnolia trees came out of the wall, the flowers were in full bloom on the branches, and there was a shallow layer of white under the red corner.

She walked over, knelt down, picked one up, and put it in her black hair.

The light fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, as if it is there but not at all.

There was drizzle in the sky, and the coolness brushed against her cheeks, making her heart calm a little.

As she walked, she thought to herself again, "The drizzle can't be seen in the wet clothes, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent." '
He couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

The same should be true for feelings. The accumulation of small and fragmented emotions makes it startling to look back.

She had seen people more stunning than Li Jianzheng, but she was only attracted to him.

When I first met him, he had a straight face and a forced smile. He had never been a kind and mellow person. His temper was just like the expression on his face, hard.

Therefore, at the beginning, Chongqing was a little afraid of him. It was the students' respect and fear for the master.

To be fair, he is a very responsible person.

When Chongqing didn't understand, he would explain it to her over and over again.

But when he was unhappy, he would also get angry and curse, "Rotten wood cannot be carved."

No matter how scolded, he would always answer her questions. In the first month, it was like this. Chongqing had a hard time learning, but she worked hard all the time, never slacking off from morning to night.

When she returned to her room at night, she would also study.

After getting along for a long time, Li Jianzheng saw that she was diligent in studying and really took care of her as a disciple.

In addition to simple literacy, arithmetic, and scriptures, he also taught her history, poetry, the art of war, and national policies.

He comes from a scholarly family and has been dealing with books since he was a child.

When talking about these, I quote from the scriptures and memorize them backwards and forwards.

Chongqing listened quietly and followed his thoughts.

During that time, Chong Qinghao entered a new world. She began to feel the thickness of time and began to see the ubiquitous poetry in the world.

Life is still the same as before.

But she knew that many things were slowly changing, such as picking up a fallen flower, or waiting for someone to ask for an answer in the drizzly morning.

Does the falling flower have meaning, and the flowing water has emotion?
Chongqing really can't see through it.

When it's rainy and cool, he will put his clothes on her; when night falls, he will send her to the door of the inner palace under the moonlight; he will tell her what books he has read recently and what paintings he has done; he will talk about His family members said that his mother was hardworking and their young son was cute.

These trivial things gradually narrowed the distance between the two.

Chongqing just listened at first, but after getting familiar with it, he also started talking.

Talking about the love and hate in that small mountain village, the joys and worries in daily life, everything is difficult at the beginning, learning is difficult, and handling palace affairs is difficult. There are many things that make her hesitate. Sometimes, she can't ask the queen about everything. , she needs to be independent and enrich her abilities.

Gradually, she began to share a cup of the tea he made, and she also brought him new snacks from the palace.

The relationship between the two is like a stream, trickling down.

Until one day, he stood behind her and watched her writing quietly, and commented, "Juan is beautiful."

Chongqing smiled and said, "It's difficult for you, sir, to praise me with such words."

Some things take time to accumulate. Although Chongqing is very serious and diligent, his writing is only clear and correct. How can it be worthy of his praise?

Li Jianzheng was silent for a moment, "I'm talking about people."

At first Chongqing didn't understand and looked at him confused.

He looked directly into her eyes and repeated, "I mean the girl is beautiful." (End of Chapter)