The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 92, lotus, flute sound, beauty Fahua Temple, a new dress, the sound of the Buddhist hall lingering, quiet, but also solemn.

Shang Liu and Shang Meng'er seemed to be discussing something in the inner room.

"Daughter, you have to perform well this time, and try your best to leave a good impression in front of the emperor, you know? You must make the emperor determined to establish the prince as emperor." Shang Liu made a special confession , At this time, but the most critical time, there must be no problems.

"Mother, how many times have you confessed, don't worry, my daughter has recorded it." Shang Meng'er said impatiently.

"Hey, you girl, I've been used to you since I was a child. Look, now that you're married, I don't want to listen to your mother's words anymore." Shang Liu was quite helpless.

"Mother, no, look, you are so good to the lord, you don't care about your daughter anymore, so, your daughter is jealous." Shang Meng'er saw that Shang Liu's expression was not too good, so she dared to comfort her stand up.

"You silly girl, don't you know that the more the mother-in-law looks at the son-in-law, the more satisfied she becomes? Although I'm doing my best for him on the surface, it's not for your own good? Is it because I hope you can live a better life in the future? What's the matter? Are you still afraid that I will snatch your man away?" Shang Liu didn't even think about it, and threw out this sentence directly, but when she said it, she felt that she was wrong, what happened to her now?It's not good to just show your heart for nothing.

"Mother, what did you say? I know you are doing it for my own good. My daughter is wrong. My daughter has written down everything that mother said just now. Please rest assured, mother." spoke up.

"This is my mother's good girl," Shang Liu embraced Shang Meng'er, panicked in her heart, what happened to her, what happened to her?

"The third concubine, the emperor's luanjia, has arrived at the foot of the mountain, please hurry to the Buddhist hall." Outside the door, an eunuch called in a shrill voice.

"Mother, I have to go. If the emperor comes and doesn't see me, he will be angry." Shang Meng'er got up and planned to go out.

"Go, good boy." Shang Liu arranged Shang Meng'er's clothes, just like she did to her when she was a child. If, before, she was full of love for daughters, now she, for her this My daughter is full of guilt.

Watching Shang Meng'er leave, Shang Liu also called Bi'er, and walked all the way from the back mountain of Fahua Temple to the lotus leaf pond.

Feng Qingcheng came to the Buddhist hall, and saw Shang Menger kneeling there earnestly, praying to the Buddha, she is quite upright today, and she dared not say what she had done that day in front of Feng Qingcheng. It was shown by Shang Qinger's performance.

"The emperor is here." The eunuch shouted, everyone knelt down, Shang Menger also got up, and knelt down in front of Feng Qingcheng. At this time, she was quite obedient, and she was very polite.

Feng Qingcheng didn't speak, he passed Shang Meng'er's body, came to the empress dowager's coffin in the Buddhist hall, then knelt down and saluted the late empress dowager.

"Mother, my son will send you a ride. I hope that the queen can enjoy herself in the fairy world." Feng Qingcheng's heart of missing his mother is on his face. The empress dowager's treatment of the world is a big blow to him , this is the woman he respects most in the world.

According to the rules of etiquette, Feng Qingcheng could leave after he finished offering incense, but today he has no intention of leaving.

Perhaps it was because of a bad mood, he didn't say a word to anyone, especially when he saw Shang Meng'er, it was as if he hadn't seen it.

"The emperor has a decree to stay at Fahua Temple tonight." Wu Yuan screamed at the top of his voice.

The presiding officer of Fahua Temple went down to prepare, but Shang Meng'er still knelt there pitifully, and she dared not stand up without Feng Qingcheng's order.

"Wu Yuan, I want to go out for a walk, so you can accompany me." Feng Qingcheng went out, and when he left, he looked at Shang Meng'er. "Daughter-in-law has worked hard, daughter-in-law, please get up." After saying this, he went out.

Huafa Temple is a treasure land of geomantic omen. Perhaps it is because of the profound Buddhist culture that it looks more fresh and refined. The grass, tree, mountain, and water are all full of Buddha flavor, which makes people linger and forget to return. Feng Qingcheng strolled in In the mountains, thinking of the past, I remember that when he was still the prince, he liked to come here the most.

"Your Majesty, why don't we go to the old place?" Because Wu Yuan and Feng Qingcheng had been together for a long time, he understood Feng Qingcheng's thoughts very well.

"Alright, let's go and have a look." Feng Qingcheng also wanted to go, but he was afraid that he would not be able to control his feelings, but since Wu Yuan mentioned it, he wanted to go.

In the distance, there is a lotus pond that can be compared to Tianshui. Back then, he and his beloved woman fell in love at first sight here. Then, after he ascended the throne, the first thing he did was to include that woman in In the palace, he wanted to give her protection for the rest of his life.

However, he was still wrong, wrong outrageously wrong, he gave that woman the most magnificent beauty, but he didn't know that it was also such gorgeousness and aloofness that pushed her into a place where life and death would never be restored.

"Hey, what a beautiful lotus leaf, what a beautiful lotus flower." Feng Qingcheng praised, and in front of his eyes, it seemed that there was a fairy-like woman, beautiful, pure and beautiful, and there was an indescribable kindness about her. The beauty of picking lotus is an unforgettable memory in his life.

"Yeah, under the setting sun, this lotus pond has more charm. It seems that Fahua Temple has taken good care of it." Wu Yuan also sighed.

Everything here has not changed at all from 25 years ago. The pool is still the pool, the water is still water, the lotus is still beautiful, but the person is no longer there.

Wu Yuan was clear about Feng Qingcheng's thoughts. For so many years, although the noble concubine had left him, she always existed in his heart.

During the imperial court, some people discussed why Feng Yuchen was Feng Qingcheng's last child?Could it be that Feng Qingcheng was unable to have children because of his body?In fact, only Wu Yuan knew that Feng Qingcheng, who was alone, would rather fall asleep looking at the portrait of Concubine Xian than other women who flung themselves into his arms softly and full of beauty.

"Wu Yuan, go down, I want to be quiet here." Feng Qingcheng's complexion became even more ugly, he stood there alone, like an old man, a little older.

Wu Yuan didn't want to leave, but he had no choice but to violate the sacred order, so he left anyway, but he stood not far away, watching closely.

In the lotus pond, a flute sound suddenly sounded. It sounded so gentle. The tone, tone, and rhythm were all extremely suitable for such an environment.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Feng Qingcheng suddenly became flustered. He was at a loss, with a joyful expression on his face.It was just an ordinary song, but like the spring water, it disturbed his heart.

At this time, a raft appeared, on which was placed a small table, on which were some snacks, a woman in plain clothes was playing a flute slowly, the head of the raft , Standing a boatman with a lugger, he rowed the raft, moving back and forth between the lotus leaves.

The setting sun, the lotus, the shooter, the mysterious woman, all in plain white, covered with black veil, and the moving flute sound, what a beautiful picture it is.

"Concubine Xian... How is that possible?" When the woman turned her face back, Wu Yuan, who was standing on a high place, clearly saw a face that was almost similar to Concubine Xian when the breeze blew. elephant.It has been 20 years since Concubine Xian died, could it be that she came back from the dead.

"Five yuan, prepare the boat, I want to go down..." Feng Qingcheng was completely absent-minded, not to mention that woman, she resembled that woman, just such a picture scroll of lotus, flute sound, and beauty is enough to make the world feel men are moved by it.

"Your Majesty, no, you can't go down." Wu Yuan came down in a panic and persuaded.

"Five yuan to listen to the decree. Prepare a small boat quickly, and I will go into the water." Feng Qingcheng actually issued the decree at this time. You must know that no one dares to defy the decree.

Wu Yuan had no choice but to go down to prepare the boat, but at this time, the small raft stopped on the shore not too far away.

Open your mouth. "Guests from afar, would you like to come to Xiaoxu?"

"As long as a beautiful woman doesn't dislike her..." At this time, Feng Qingcheng, who was aloof from above, became very nervous in an instant like a boy in love.

The woman didn't look back, she just nodded slightly, and she continued to speak. "My wife invites you to go on the raft and tell..."

As the raft approached, Feng Qingcheng lifted his clothes and got on the raft. Due to his nervousness, he didn't realize that the water in the pool had already wet his clothes.

The beauty's face was covered with a black handkerchief, which made it impossible for people to see her face clearly. However, when the breeze blew, Feng Qingcheng could see the slightly identical face behind the black handkerchief.

"Sir, please sit down..." With just one word, Feng Qingcheng felt that the old familiarity had returned.

A lofty Ninth Five-Year Master, a man who once galloped on the battlefield, was invincible, and had seen the world, but lost his mind because of a woman.

This was the second time in his life that he lost his mind, and he stood there blankly.The beauty put down the jade flute in her hand, and skillfully poured the fragrant tea on the small table.

"Sir, please sit down." Another sentence, as gentle as spring, Feng Qingcheng sat down gently, he was so careful, for fear of being abrupt to the beautiful woman in front of him.The voice, mood, are all so similar, but Feng Qingcheng clearly knew in his heart that this was nothing more than a similarity, and the beauty in front of him was by no means her.

The beauty smiled, it seems that today, her play has come to fruition.Shaogong rowed the raft, gradually moved away from the river bank, and walked through the lotus pond. The scenery, the lotus, and the people were beautiful, but the heart was not beautiful.