The Six Palaces of Favorites: The Black-bellied Emperor's Cold Concubine

Chapter 459 Bloody Birthday Feast (14)
Sang Wanrong pursed her lips heartily, "You are not too stupid, so hurry up and get ready."

In the evening, Sang Wanrong took Xia Tong into Tonghua Palace, she guessed right, the emperor really did not leave.When Jinxiu came in to report, Qingchen was waiting for Xiao Jun to clean her hands.

Hearing that Sang Wanrong sent ginseng soup, Qingchen quickly asked someone to invite her in. Sang Wanrong smiled kindly, and her tone was full of concern, "Concubine saw that sister Rong was frightened today. I made purple ginseng and black-bone chicken soup to calm my sister's nerves, but I never thought that the emperor would be there. The concubine didn't know that the emperor was here, so I didn't prepare anything for the emperor, so I ask the emperor to forgive me."

Xiao Jun smiled and said, "Isn't the food on this table not enough for me to eat? It's because you have a heart, and you came so far away to catch the meal, so you probably haven't had dinner yet?"

Sang Wanrong brought out the soup plate in the food box on a thick cloth, Qingchen hurriedly signaled Jinxiu to make a suitable place for her to put on the table, and heard her say: "The concubine also wants sister Rong Use it while it’s hot, watch it stew for a long time, and send it over in a hurry, at least it’s time to catch up.”

"Please do it yourself, I'm so sorry, thank you sister for remembering, thank you for your hard work." Qingchen smiled peacefully, opened the lid of the soup pot, and the soup plate was filled with steaming aroma. She filled a bowl first. Handed it to the emperor and said: "This is the wish of sister Wanrong, the emperor should taste it first."

Xiao Jun smiled and said, "Sang Wanrong cooked it specially for you, and I'm really proud of you. Since Kexin didn't have dinner, why don't we sit down and have dinner together?"

Sang Wanrong packed up the food box, gave a blessing and said: "Thank you for the emperor's kindness, concubine, but I still have something to do in the concubine's palace, I can't stay here for a long time, so I won't disturb the emperor and concubine Rong's meal, concubine will leave first gone."

Xiao Jun didn't force it, nodded and said: "Since you have something to do, you should go back earlier before it gets dark outside."

Qing Chen hurriedly told Jin Xin, "Sister, go slowly, I'll let the girl take you out."

Sang Wanrong said with a smile: "Sister, you don't have to be polite, the younger sister will go back first."

Qingchen knew in his heart what Sang Wanrong was up to, and he didn't care too much. Since the soup was stewed by others, if he didn't use any of it, he would appear stingy.After barely taking a few sips, she praised with a smile: "Sang Wanrong's craftsmanship is really good, how does the emperor use it?"

Xiao Jun responded lightly, "It's not bad, as long as you like it."

Talk about not preparing anything for the emperor, but such a large pot of purple ginseng and black chicken soup was made and sent, and it was clearly for adding vegetables.But fortunately, she was quite sensible, so she didn't really stay for dinner.

After leaving the Tonghua Palace, Xia Tong asked puzzledly: "The young master sent the ginseng soup all the way. Since the emperor wants the young master to stay and have dinner with him, why didn't the young master seize this opportunity and have a meal with him?" The emperor will stay a little longer?"

Sang Wanrong shook her head lightly, "You silly girl, if I stay tonight, I'm afraid that Tonghua Palace will never welcome us again, so I'll be satisfied if I can bring this ginseng soup in. Don't look at Concubine Rong's appearance. She has a soft temper and is easy to talk, and there is a knife hidden under that softness. Seeing Shu Guiyi's fate against her, don't you understand? One rises up every step of the way, and the other loses every step of the way. Shu Guiyi's favorite is probably like this The leaves after autumn, looking at the scenery these days, might fall soon."

Xia Tong carefully supported Sang Wanrong, lest she would be tripped, there were many dead branches and fallen leaves on the path of the imperial garden, although someone cleaned it from time to time, but it couldn't stand the ravages of the autumn wind, if she couldn't take care of it for a while, it would fall again. thick layer.

She reminded softly: "Young master, watch your feet, don't step on the branches and hurt your feet."

Sang Wanrong sneered, and said nonchalantly: "This little pain is nothing, Feng Wanrong broke her head at the queen's birthday banquet only a few days ago, and then got stabbed in the foot again, but she can bear it too?" ? In order to win the emperor's favor, what can't be done?"

Xia Tong couldn't say anything more, so he had to answer Nuo Nuo.

After dinner, Xiao Jun saw a roll of drawing paper on her desk, opened it casually, and saw that it was Wei Xian's "Gaoshi Picture" she had copied.

In the picture, the peaks are towering, the mountains are winding and twisting, and there are many cliffs and cliffs. The places where there are few people are the best places for Gaoshi to live in seclusion.In a valley surrounded by mountains and dense forests, there is a tile house, surrounded by sparse fences and railings, with dense trees and silence. A small stream flows outside the fence, and finally merges into the vast river in the picture.

In the hut, Gao Shiliang Hong sat cross-legged on a big high-footed bed, while his wife Meng Guang knelt in front of the bed, holding a plate with both hands to his eyebrows, and serving food in it.This is a beautiful story of "respecting each other as guests, raising eyebrows together", depicting the reclusive life of Liang Hong, a hermit in the Han Dynasty.The tile houses, mountains and rivers, and forests in the picture are all very delicately portrayed. They are from the hands of women, and they are more affectionate and lingering in the elegance and leisure.

Xiao Jun smiled and said: "Good painting, Wei Xian was taught by Yin Jizhao at the beginning, and later he studied Wu Daozi. The famous teacher gave rise to high-level apprentices. This person is good at Louguandian calligraphy, with fine depiction and no vulgar craftsmanship. He is better than the time. He is also a landscape artist , High cliff boulders, thick and dignified and not old, known as the number one expert in the Tang and Five Dynasties.

His "Picture of Fishing Old Men on the Spring River" once received two inscriptions written by Li Yu himself, "Langyuan intends to have a thousand heavy snows, and peaches and plums are silent for a team of spring."A jug of wine, a rod of scales, how many people are happy like Lennon. ''One spring breeze and one leaf boat, one cocoon strand and one light hook.The Zhu is full of flowers, the Ou is full of wine, and freedom is found in the waves of thousands of hectares. 'It's just that he has so many famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, why did you choose this "Gao Shi Tu" to copy? "

Qingchen looked at the loving couple in the picture, her eyes showed envy and longing. The reason why she copied this picture was because seeing this picture reminded her of the time when she and Qin Zishuo lived in seclusion in the Valley of Evil Doctors. Those years, living away from the world, carefree, what kind of fairy days?
But these things must never be told to the emperor. With a gentle smile, she said softly: "Liang Hong is knowledgeable and has a noble character. Although his wife is not a beauty, she is also a woman with a heart. She refused to marry several times. She didn’t marry the impoverished Liang Hong until she was in her 30s. After marriage, she was connected with him and was willing to give up the glory and wealth to live in seclusion with him in the mountains and rivers, and live a life of men farming and women weaving. Xanadu, singing poems and books with the beloved in their spare time , Fu Yuqin, not to mention anything else, just this indifference and love is already the envy of the world."

Xiao Jun looked at the bamboo fence hut in the painting, her eyes became deeper and deeper, but there was still a faint smile on her lips, "So, does this painting express your heart?"

Qingchen's heart sank, and his smile froze on his lips for an instant. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, my concubine...the concubine has no other meaning, but is bored for a long time. Apart from copying some scriptures for the ancestors and spreading them out to pray for blessings." , just to pass the time by copying calligraphy and painting, the minister and concubine copied not only this one, but also the ones in the painting tank next to it, this one is nothing special."

(End of this chapter)