Biography of Concubine De of Emperor Kangxi

"The concubine doesn't want to go, Madam don't worry, the concubine An Ansheng will stay in the tent and nothing will happen." Jue Chan refused as always, avoiding Concubine Tong's gaze, and staring straight at the watery dish on the plate. Fresh melons and fruits, waiting for Pin Tong to give up.

But Concubine Tong came here with a request, how could she give up so easily, and finally said the truth: "Can you play the piano?"

Jue Chan didn't understand, and Tong Concubine said again: "I heard Concubine Wen mentioned that you are proficient in needlework, female red, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although I haven't seen it before, I don't think your empress can talk nonsense. I don't know what to think." Whatever happened, I mentioned in front of the emperor that I would play the piano at the bonfire meeting to add to the fun. The emperor thought that the imperial concubine was good at playing the piano, so he thought I could do it too. Although I can, I am too vulgar to perform in front of the emperor. Let them see it as a joke It doesn't matter, it is my crime to embarrass the emperor."

Jue Chan stared at her intently, and Tong Pin suddenly took her hand and said: "I know you are kind-hearted. Concubine Wen Guifei often says you are kind-hearted, can you help me once? You are much older than me, I should have Call you sister, but..."

"Your Majesty is too serious, I dare not be a concubine." Jue Chan shied away, but Concubine Tong pleaded again and again, "If you don't help me, I will only be laughed at by them. When I go back, the imperial concubine will definitely reprimand me. Shouldn't have followed."

"Your Majesty, just tell the emperor, you can't play the piano, can't it be fine?" Jue Chan is still unwilling to stand out. Although she has not played the piano for many years, she has already become unfamiliar with the skill, but the hook that has been integrated into her bones, she imagined it out of thin air. You can swipe your fingers with just one thought.Qin was taught by Rong Ruo. In the past, she was smart about everything and could learn everything at once.

"Gege from the Karaqin tribe can perform dances, and we didn't bring any princesses, so Xi Concubine told the emperor to let me play the piano and perform. This is no longer something I can shirk. Can you help me? There is one person who is going to perform, but I really can't do it." Tong Bin was so anxious that she was about to cry, she held Jue Chan's arm tightly with one hand and said, "I haven't done anything good since entering the palace. Nothing is accomplished in her eyes, and this bonfire meeting is also to celebrate her giving birth to a princess, now I have made a fool of myself, and she should blame me again."

Jue Chan really wanted to say that this had nothing to do with her.But Concubine Tong is really pitiful, she keeps begging, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, Jue Chan thinks that she is young and has a special status, and there are indeed many difficulties that others cannot understand. There is no way out, and this matter is not difficult for her.

But there are too many scruples about performing art in front of the emperor, and there will be one person watching him in the crowd, and there is even another person.

Shen Wan's words suddenly entered her head, thinking about everything that day is still like a nightmare, what was she like when she faced Shen Wan, why did she feel like a bereaved dog when she woke up?How is she not as good as Shen Wan, she protects the love in her heart, why is she not tolerated by others?

"I feel that Zen is expensive..."

"Your Majesty, would you please ask the palace lady to bring the piano? I haven't played for a long time, and I need to practice before I dare to perform in front of the emperor." Jue Chan's whole body was shocked, and he agreed without knowing why, and looked resolutely at Concubine Tong. Said, "The concubine will not embarrass the empress."

Concubine Tong was overjoyed to be amnesty, and she pulled Jue Chan to thank her again and again, as if she was alive.For the next two days, Concubine Tong and nobleman Jue Chan always rode to distant places to play the piano without letting others notice. Concubine Tong also took a sigh of relief and said that he would surprise Concubine Xi.

When it was finally time for the bonfire meeting, night fell slowly, the bonfire was burning brightly, and the slaughter of cattle and sheep was very lively.The sons of princesses from various tribes of Mongolia sang and danced in front of the imperial court. Mongolians have worshiped heaven, earth, mountains and rivers and eagle totems since ancient times. The emperor happily rewarded it, and even said with a smile that he would propose marriage to the princess and distribute it to the clan children.

On the concubine's side, Xi Concubine and Concubine Jing sat at the same table, and the two of them looked at Tong Concubine who was sitting under the emperor's hands, feeling very uncomfortable.Concubine Tong Mingming is younger than them and has less seniority than them. Just because she is the emperor's cousin, and because she is the sister of the imperial concubine, she compares them among the concubines. Did not earn it.

"The imperial concubine's piano skills are very good, can Concubine Tong be bad?" Concubine Jing said suspiciously, "Don't embarrass her, but make her look good."

Concubine Xi sneered: "Sister, don't you worry about me?" As she spoke, she smiled and told the emperor that she invited Concubine Tong's sister to play the piano for fun. Asked how Tong Bin was doing, Tong Bin's heart was pounding, and she said boldly, "The emperor forgives me, my concubine burned her finger yesterday, I'm afraid I can't play the piano."

There was a slight sigh from the audience, and Tong Bin said: "Your Jue Chan is a master of the middle class, and my concubine has instructed you to perform. The emperor just listens to one song. If it is not good, you can only ask your concubine's sin. Jue Chan nobleman is innocent, innocent. But if he plays well, what will the emperor reward? Juechan nobleman wants it, and his concubines also want it."

Xuan Ye heard Chan, and couldn't help but look to the side. Not far away, Nalan Rongruo was leading the bodyguards, holding a saber to protect the safety of Sheng Jia. No matter whether he heard Tong Bin's words, he just kept his eyes on him. Staring at everything in the arena with his eyes like eagles, Xuan Ye knew that Rong Ruo was loyal to him, and he knew even more that the childhood sweetheart between Rong Ruo and Jue Chan was indeed not easy.

The emperor's mind can be as open-minded as a valley, or narrow-minded. It depends on what is happening and who, and whether he cares or not.

"Just have fun tonight. I ask you what your crime is. Let the nobleman Jue Chan come and perform." The emperor readily agreed, and raised his glass to drink, but when he saw the court ladies and eunuchs arranging piano stands and stools in the field, Jue Chan hugged Qin slowly came out from the side.

She was dressed in a lake blue brocade flag dress, her hair was decorated with palace flowers of the same color, and light silver tassels hung down her steps, moving gracefully with her steps. The simple and elegant dress had already fully brought out her own beauty.

Besides, there are countless concubines in the harem, female relatives of clan ministers, and princesses and princesses from various Mongolian tribes, but all of them are concealed by the bright moon and stars and the fierce bonfire. Grassland's rough and incompatible temperament calmed down everyone present.

Although it hinders the etiquette, although it is wrong to look directly at the emperor's woman like this, I feel that the Zen nobleman is too beautiful. She salutes dignifiedly, and her gestures are like sapphires that can shine brightly at night.

From time to time, there were sighs from the audience, not to mention the concubines, the ministers often heard that the noble Jue Chan in the palace was a stunning beauty, and the foreign ministers and male relatives seldom saw it. And the rough and crazed heroes of the Mongolian tribes are even more fascinated by the beauty of this world.

Jue Chan turned a blind eye to all this, and after saluting respectfully, he sat upright in front of the piano, took a deep breath secretly and sat up straight, when he was about to raise his hands, he saw Nalan Rongruo who was not far from the emperor.

He led a group of guards to protect the safety of the emperor, his deep eyes swept over the people in the field over and over again, and then fell on him, and then looked at each other, as if startled, he hastily avoided his eyes, Jue Chan wanted to follow his eyes, but she knew that if she took another look, she would hurt Rong Ruo.

Restraining the pain of heartbreak, Jue Chan bowed slightly as a gesture, and when she raised her eyes, she glanced at the gathered female relatives, a bright look in the crowd attracted her, and it was Shen Wan who followed Mrs. Cao, she was watching intently Looking at himself, just like the way he spoke in the tent that day, Jue Chan was no longer timid with the proud gaze, after a cold glance, he concentrated on the strings.

His ten fingers were nimble, and he plucked a string, but he didn't know whether it was Jue Chan's stage fright or a mistake, it actually slipped off the strings, and there was only a muffled buzzing sound, and a female relative under the seat covered her mouth and laughed, as if waiting to see her joke, It can be felt that Zen has no other distractions, and slightly raises his slender hands. A piece of "Yangchun Baixue" slips out from between his fingers. It was very mismatched, but she used her ten fingers to overpower all the rough and wild existences, and the sound of the jingling piano made the people present mesmerized by it.

At the end of the song, the surrounding area was completely silent. There was no applause after Princess Karaqin's dance. Jue Chan sat calmly in front of the piano, waiting for the emperor's order, but before Xuanye could speak, Lord Karaqin Suddenly said: "The sound of the nobleman's piano is like the sound of heaven, can the emperor ask the nobleman to give me another song, let me wait for the rough grassland people to listen to it again?"

Xuanye was not very happy, although he didn't like Jue Chan, but Jue Chan was his woman after all, so beautiful in front of everyone, even with his dignity, it was enough to make him feel embarrassed.I wanted to refuse, but the Lord Karaqin begged again and again, and Xuan Ye was embarrassed. He glanced at Concubine Tong, who understood, and shouted to Jue Chan, "Master Jue Chan, please play another piece. There are no other tunes, even the ones just now, if there are other tunes you are good at, you can just play them."

Jue Chan bowed to answer, and when he straightened up, his eyes fell on Nalan Rongruo.Although the bonfire is bright, it is not as clear as during the day after all. She still has the guts to look at people she shouldn't be looking at, but even so, she can't keep staring at him, but she just glanced at him and met his eyes again. It caused heartbreak and severe pain, and now there is another woman in the banquet who can play the piano and compose poems, and also has a stunning appearance, now there is another woman who has already fully occupied his heart.

Unknowingly, a drop of clear tears slipped from her eyes, just a single drop, swift and thin, so that no one would notice her sadness, but she stroked the strings with ten fingers, and a piece of "Flowing Water" echoed in the night sky, sounding like a majestic ambition on a high mountain , full of ambitions in flowing water, but what she said in every voice was just the sadness of her loss of a bosom friend.

A gust of grassland night wind blows violently, making the bonfire crackle and the armor on Rong Ruo's body clanging powerfully. "Flowing Water" gradually stops, but the unheard sound of broken strings hidden in the applause seems to be cut through His heart was so painful that he clenched his fists tightly, watching her walk towards the emperor, watching her take the wine glass from the emperor's hand with a smile.