The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 305 Lan Wu

There is no wind in the cold night, and the moon is like silver.

It is not the night of the full fifteenth month, but the bright moon hanging in the sky is surprisingly round, like a silver plate hanging on the branches of the yellowing sycamore tree.

The cold moonlight casts into the Qianqing palace, blending with the warm yellow palace lanterns, adding a bit of hazy beauty between the yellow and white.

The Boshan furnace enshrined on the table in the sleeping hall is slowly raising milky white mist.

It was the ambergris that the emperor was used to, the fragrance was sweet and subtle, and had the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind.

At that time, Lin Lan, who had been serving in Qianqing Palace for a long time, was carefully tidying up everything in the palace. After finishing the work, she stopped in front of the Ling window, and heard the sound of joy fading. Then she knelt down and bowed her head towards Cheng Qian Gong bowed in the direction: "Imperial concubine, happy birthday."

The palace banquet is a joyful celebration of the imperial concubine's birthday.

It is likely that the Emperor of the Night will stay in Chengqian Palace, Lin Lan thought so, and felt a little slack in her work.

It was rare to steal half a day off, she took a breath, put the incense ashes into her flat bag, and then carefully sealed the bag tightly.

She has been doing this for several months since she entered the Qianqing Palace.

It was all because the ambergris was burned out, and the ashes were also extremely valuable.

The high-ranking officials and nobles in Beijing all remake it with incense, so as to enjoy the nobility of the emperor.

With this method, Lin Lan collected the incense ashes from the Imperial Palace, found a suitable father-in-law to go out of the palace to sell them, and passed the money and silver back to her mother's house.What's more, the father-in-law said to Wei Wu that it was only an ordinary reward for his on-duty diligence, and he didn't mention anything else.

The red candles were in pairs, and Lin Lan was lying on the window sill with her hands under her chin, and when she raised her eyes to see the bright moon and the stars, she felt a little chill in her heart.

Are Ama and Erniang okay now?

Knowing the news of his death, he must be devastated.

Lin Lan wanted to ask the emperor to allow her to leave the palace countless times in the dead of night.

However, only by staying in the palace by himself can he not attract criticism from others and save the lives of his parents.

Sometimes the choice is between one thought, after all, all kinds of affection in this world can only be continued if they are alive.

Recalling that when she was young, Er Niang always taught her superb dancing skills.

Qin Niang used to be a famous dancer in Biancheng, and she studied under Zhu Shi, a dancer known as "Juanti in Biancheng".

There is an allusion for Juan's mention.

According to legend, Xuanjuan and Timo were dancers dedicated to King Yanzhao by Guangyan Kingdom during the Warring States Period. They were good at dancing "Yingchen" and "Jiyu".

Lin Lan and her mother have studied arts for many years, and their slender stature is outstanding in skills, even the dancers in the palace can hardly compare with them.

It's just that since entering the palace, she has been burdened with complicated court affairs, which made her unable to relax for a long time.

On that day, because I missed my parents, and I was in harmony with the bright moon and the stars, I was naturally emotionally moved, and unconsciously danced in the hall.

Her slender waist is likened to a small step, and her bright wrist is as soft as a veil without bones.

The eyes seem to be looking forward to Shengqian with autumn waves, and the delicate red lips are slightly raised, with a frown and a frown that are more beautiful than Xi Shi.

The right way is "dance to find out the shadow, why is it like being in the world?" '

Lin Lan danced, full of aura, elegant like a Luo God walking around, growing lotuses every step of the way.

The fine dance steps, the light and quick turns, like a waterfall, the black hair suddenly scattered when the dance is thick, especially the smile when looking back, the eyebrows are full of amorous feelings.

Zhengwu was sweating finely on his forehead, but he heard a burst of crisp applause behind him.

Lin Lan was startled, and the action of shooting the flying swallow stopped abruptly in the middle of the action. She jumped into the air and fell, but the moment she landed, she caught a glimpse of a ray of bright yellow sticking outside the hall.

The man hurriedly helped her up, and said with concern: "Are you hurt?"

The voice was as gentle as jade, mixed with half alcohol breath on Lin Lan's face, her jade face turned red immediately, and she didn't dare to look up again.

The man said again: "Why don't you talk? But where is the pain?"

The man's steady and powerful palms slid down Lin Lan's trousers, and touched her ankles for a moment. Lin Lan suddenly turned over and moved away, and she jumped away with a light body. Just now she respectfully knelt down and said: "My servant, please the emperor." Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

"Let's get down." The emperor breathed a strong aroma of wine, his complexion was reddish, and he said drunkenly: "I didn't know you were good at this skill before."

Lin Lan lowered her eyebrows and said: "It's just small, how can it enter the emperor's holy eyes. This slave is guilty."

"What's the crime?" The emperor saw that she was still restrained, and leaned over to give her a hand.

Lin Lan dodged in embarrassment, blushing and said: "Your Majesty, it's getting late at night, and this servant will leave."

Fang took two steps, but was held by the emperor on his shoulders: "Are you afraid of me?"

Lin Lan turned her back, and her breathing became more and more rapid: "Your Majesty, your slaves are humble, so they naturally admire the emperor's power and dare not overstep. The emperor is drunk, and the servants are here to make sober soup for you to drink. It can be arranged earlier."

After saying that, Lin Lan had to push the emperor's hand, but unexpectedly, the emperor took her hand and pressed it hard, and said with a loud smile: "You are so red, but you are shy?"

"Your Majesty." Lin Lan struggled vigorously, but was picked up by the emperor and moved to the couch, and then whispered softly in her ear: "If I want you to stay with me, what should I do?"

Lin Lan bit her lips tightly and shook her head vigorously: "Your Majesty, the servants used to serve by the side of Concubine Wan. If so, how can Concubine Wan forgive the servants?"

The emperor stared at her, holding Lin Lan tightly with his hot arms: "Wan'er treats you kindly, and doesn't care about this much. You know, I have feelings for you since the first time I met you. If it wasn't for today through Jiu Jin, I will definitely not tell you so much."

"But the emperor."

Lin Lan's words were only ordinary, and the emperor's warm lips pressed against her.

Because of her drunkenness, she didn't have any tenderness, Lin Lan only cared about struggling, but even the skin of her lips was worn out, but she couldn't get it off.

This night, Lin Lan slept in bed like this.

This is a good thing that many people can't even hope for, but when it happened to her, she couldn't feel happy at all.

At that time, the emperor had already fallen into a deep sleep after the cloud and rain, Lin Lan put on her clothes with tears in her eyes, and hurriedly left the Qianqing Palace.

She walked very fast along the way, for fear that others would see her in such a distressed state.

After returning to her own residence, she picked up the teapot and drank most of it from the spout, before panting heavily and slowly calming down.

Maybe it's just that he was drunk for a while and did crazy things without knowing it.

When I wake up tomorrow morning, I won't remember the absurdity of tonight.

Thinking of this, Lin Lan felt a little relieved.

But from the bottom of her heart, doesn't she have any throbbing feelings for the emperor?

She was originally a young man who had just begun to fall in love, and she waited on her alone day and night, so why not be indifferent?

But I was tempted, and I didn't dare to think about it.

That man is the Son of Heaven who soars above the Nine Heavens, the Nine-Five Lord who rules the world.

What about yourself?I am just a person who is pitiful and dying.

It's just a delusion to have one life, so how can you covet other things?
That night, Lin Lan stared blankly at the bright moon outside the window, until the east was about to turn white, and someone knocked on the door of the verandah several times, and then she came back to her senses.

The door was opened, and Liang Jiugong entered with a smile, and said to her, "Miss Linlan, the emperor invites you to go to the side hall of Qianqing Palace after the morning court."

This is the first time Liang Jiugong has shown a smile to himself since he served in Qianqing Palace.

(End of this chapter)