Rebirth after waste

Chapter 42

After Yu Shuyi's figure disappeared, the emperor raised his eyes and looked at Shi Shiran's standing figure, calm and elegant, like the most beautiful soft light.

"Come here and grind the ink." He ordered casually, lowering his head to concentrate on reading the scriptures.

His tone was very different from when he spoke to Yu Shuyi just now, it was too casual, which gave Gu Yunxian an illusion, as if the two were intimate newlyweds.

After a moment of hesitation, she stood in front of the desk, picked up a piece of cinnabar in her plain hand, and polished it slowly.

Duan inkstone is solid, lubricated and delicate. Using it to grind ink not only produces ink quickly, but also makes ink smoother and smoother for smooth writing.At this moment, the dark red cinnabar is slowly flowing out of the black inkstone, like the blood of Li Ren's heart, it is inexplicably shocking to see.

Gu Yunxian's men didn't stop moving, but his thoughts were a little erratic.

She remembered that a few days ago, Ah Ci asked her in confusion: "Why did Miss help Yu Shuyi out of trouble? Why don't we simply take this opportunity and take away her palace power, so that the harem will be the same as before, Miss Quan Ting Alone!"

With such innocent words, she could only shake her head helplessly, "You, you really haven't made any progress at all." Sighing, "You can't do everything too extreme, or you will only push people who could have coexisted to the opposite side completely. My biggest enemy is Jing Fushu, if I want to get rid of her, I can't make too many enemies for myself."

Now in this palace, both Zhuang Lingyi and Rou Wanyi belong to her, and Dingmei is Jing Fushu's fan, so it is difficult to win over.As for Jiang Yuechang, the two of them almost have a deep hatred, and there is no possibility of forming an alliance.Therefore, the one she needs to work on the most is Yu Shuyi.

Shen Zhuyang, on the surface, is exquisite, but secretly he is arrogant and extremely suspicious.She will not easily agree to cooperate with herself.Gu Yunxian tried so hard this time, but he could only force her to promise not to be an enemy of him. There is still a lot to do in the future.

The emperor smelled a scent of pheasant musk in his nostrils, which came from her cuffs.Thinking of her standing beside him, gently grinding for him, and staring at him with a pair of clear eyes, I felt indescribably happy.

When I was young, when I read the words "red sleeves add fragrance", I always felt that there was an unspeakable elegance between the lines, and I was yearning for it in my heart.But when I was reading later, I always felt that the concubine's presence was too intrusive, so I had to give up.

Now after many years, he did not expect to be able to really experience the emotions in the book.It was so pleasant to be accompanied by Yi Ren.He even felt that as long as she was always by his side, he could accomplish everything.

Glanced to the side, just in time to see her slender and white fingertips pinching a piece of bright red cinnabar.The strong color contrast actually shows a bit of charm.

He felt that he must be bewildered, he could see the charm with his hands, and his heart felt as if thousands of ants were crawling over it, and he couldn't suppress the agitation.

He wanted to look up at her, but suddenly he had a thought of competing: If he keeps silent, will she call him first?

In front of him was a snow-white piece of paper, and every single word on it was talking about the most important thing related to the destiny of this country.But he felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to concentrate, the words slowly spread out, and he saw a pure and soft face like a snow lotus in the middle.

He raised his head sharply and looked to the side.Her eyes were lowered, she was unconsciously studying the cinnabar, but her sanity had gone somewhere.

He suddenly felt suffocated.

What is she thinking?He was distracted because of her approaching, but she was thinking of other things even though she was by his side.

He thought it was Hongxiu who added fragrance and affection, but who knew that Hongxiu who added fragrance was absent-minded and didn't care.

His emotion just now was nothing but self-indulgent.

It had been a long time since she heard the sound of flipping the booklet, she woke up suddenly, only then did she realize that he had actually raised his head, looking at her silently, with no emotion in his black eyes.

"Your Majesty?" she called softly.

He looked at her for a while, then lowered his head and continued to read the scriptures.

She was confused, she didn't know where she had offended him, and she didn't dare to speak casually.

The study room was eerily quiet for a while.

Different from the silence just now, the silence at this moment is a feeling that even the air is stagnant.As soon as people are in it, they feel that something is wrong.

Lu Chuan stood on the other side, seeing that the situation was not good, he couldn't help but wink at Gu Yunxian.Gu Yunxian met his eyes, and he didn't know where the inspiration came from, but he suddenly understood.

"Your Majesty, my concubine recently learned how to make a dessert from the palace staff of Shangshi Bureau. Would you like to try it?"

The emperor carefully flipped through the booklet in his hand, left a long sentence of instructions, then raised his head, expressionless, "Then try it."

The snacks are made in Hanzhang Hall, packed in food boxes, and brought all the way by Caijia.Hearing the order at this moment, Lu Chuan hurriedly took the food box from Cai Jia, tasted it carefully, and then presented it to the emperor.

On a small snow-white porcelain plate, eight pieces of yellow pastries were placed on it.He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It was soft and sweet, and when he bit it down, it was slightly sour and bitter, but the aftertaste was endless.

"This dessert was originally made of glutinous rice, sour fruit mixed with sugar and other seasonings. After eating it, the concubine found it very delicious, so she wanted to learn how to make it for His Majesty. Later, when I really started it, suddenly On a whim, I added a bit of barley soaked in ginkgo water and sandwiched it inside, so there will be a bit of bitterness at the end of the bite." Gu Yunxian smiled and said, "The concubine named it 'Qianli Chanjuan', what do you think of it? "

"'Qianli Chanjuan'?" He said lightly, "Do you have any explanation?"

Gu Yun enviously said: "Your Majesty, look at this pastry. It's round and yellow. Doesn't it look like the moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival night?" There was a hint of melancholy in his voice, "The Mid-Autumn Festival night should be a day for family reunion, but there are always people who are far away. Scattered, it is rare to get together. Therefore, this cake has sweetness, sourness, and bitterness. It has five flavors, which is the state of all living beings."

The emperor was slightly surprised when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at her.But she saw her eyes were in a trance, with boundless longing.

"Are you missing your mother again?" He held her hand.

"En." She nodded, "When I made this dessert, I kept thinking about it."

He looked at her slightly frowning brows, and the phrase "light frown and double conch" flashed in his mind, and the unhappiness just now disappeared in an instant.

He reached out and took her into his arms, "Don't be sad, I'm here with you."

"But Your Majesty, you can't always be with my concubine." She lay on his chest, her voice low, "This is the first time that this concubine has not spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with my aunt since entering the palace at the age of 13."

He could hear the sadness in her words, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, due to the situation, he couldn't get too close to her, so he didn't go to Hanzhang Hall.However, when he was sitting in the Dazheng Palace, looking at the full moon hanging high, he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Maybe that night, the two of them should stay together.Regardless of the gazes of others or the previous situation, he just wanted to be with her, miss their common relatives, and cuddle up to each other.

"When my concubine was grinding cinnabar for His Majesty just now, thinking about the snacks I brought, I lost my mind for a moment, and then remembered that I used to serve my aunt's pen and ink in Jiaofang Palace." Gu Yunxian said quietly, "It really seems like a lifetime ago."

Hearing her words, he felt that the haze in his heart was pushed away like a hand, and he suddenly became enlightened.It turned out to be like this.She just remembered her mother.Everything is what he thinks too much.

The two of them leaned together and slowly used up a plate of dim sum. Gu Yunxian ordered Cai Jia to serve her soup, and the emperor took half a bowl out of face.

Seeing that his mood improved, Gu Yunxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was late, and Lu Chuan asked in a low voice if he would settle down.The emperor turned his head, just in time to see Gu Yunxian's smiling side face.Standing by the lamp, her temples look like black crows, her lips are red and her teeth are white, very attractive.

He thought of the scene he saw just now, her slender catkins holding cinnabar, extraordinarily enchanting.

"Put it down." As he said this, he stepped forward a few steps and said enviously to Gu Yun, "I suddenly want to see you write, so write a poem for me."

"Now?" Didn't he already give orders to settle down?
"It's just a poem, it doesn't take much work."

She thought about it too, standing in front of the desk, he stood aside with a smile, grinding for her decently.

Lifting Zihao, he licked it in the inkstone, "What poem does Your Majesty want?"

"Well, let's write "Thirty Rhymes of Real Poetry"."

Her hands froze suddenly.

"What's wrong?" He smiled maliciously.

"Your Majesty..." She looked up at him and bit her lip.

He was trembling by her actions, walked over slowly, and hugged him from behind, "Why, don't you want to write?"

"The concubine will not."

"Lie." He smiled lowly, "You definitely will."

Seeing that she was silent, he held her hand, "If you really don't know how to write, I will teach you how to write."

(End of this chapter)