A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

Everyone is a prince, who can't have the spirit of fighting?

Wang Huai turned his head to look at Wang An who was silly and silly, and withdrew his gaze blankly. This was an exception.

Because Wang Chen's previous behavior was too absurd, many officials who accompanied him along the way were worried that he would lose the chain at a critical moment.

Recite the prayer...

Should I be able to recite the "Nongsang Ji" and recite the complete prayer?

When Long Yin arrived at the hill, everyone looked at the solemn expressions, the graceful, steady and down-to-earth King Chen, holding a sacrificial incense, stepped on the jade steps, and suddenly felt relieved.

The four princes stood in the forefront, looking up at the back of Yun Duqing stepping to the highest point step by step, with different moods.

Maybe he was not stepping on the jade steps of Yuqiu, but their restless heart.

"Miss, are you planning to go out of the palace?" Seeing the spring equinox, Jiuzhu changed into luxurious palace clothes and put on a plain skirt with narrow sleeves.

"Well, I have already reported to my mother." Jiuzhu nodded, took off the jade bracelet and gold ring on his wrist, removed the flying fairy bun, and combed it into a simple ingot bun: "I will be back before dark."

At the equinox, I noticed that there were a few female guards in sleeveless shirts standing outside the door. These women had firm expressions and sharp eyebrows. They were not ordinary people at first glance.

"I'll go with you." The equinox was a little worried.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about these few powerful girls with you." Jiuzhu smiled and said: "Now there are many things in the Kylin Palace, and you can't leave you."

"Then you must be careful." The Equinox helped Jiuzhu fasten the purse: "Go early and return early."

"Don't worry, sister vernal equinox." Jiuzhu picked up the wine jar on the table, walked out the door and said to the female guards: "How many girls are there."

"The subordinates dare not, you are too polite, Princess." The leading female guard took the wine jar in Jiuzhu's hand, "please."

The rain did not stop, Jiuzhu rode a carriage to the outskirts, a large area of ​​withered grass covered the hills, tender green grass leaves squeezed out from the gaps in the withered grass, the wind blew, the leaves shook left and right.

"Wang Hao, it's already here." The guards checked the surroundings and confirmed that no assassins were hiding nearby before they walked to the carriage and let Jiu Zhu get off.

Not far from the carriage, there is a solitary grave. If it weren't for the weeds on it that had been cut, others would only think it was a small mound.

Jiuzhu held up the umbrella, picked up the wine jar with one hand, and walked to the grave, carefully identifying the words on the tombstone. The characters carved on the tombstone have been mottled and weathered, and he can barely recognize his birth and death year and name.

The owner of the tomb is named Changsheng.

His name was Changsheng, but he died at the age of nineteen.

Jiuzhu looked at this lonely tomb and placed the wine jar filled with peach blossoms in front of the tombstone.

The rain fell on the wine altar and slid to the ground, leaving a long water mark on the altar belly, like human tears.

"Master said, meeting is fate. I heard the story of Princess Zhao and got her wine, so I came to see you for her." Jiuzhu handed the umbrella to the guard, bent over to pull out the dry grass next to him, lit incense, and Hang a bunch of paper money on the head of the grave.

There are no sacrifices in front of the grave, and almost no paper money ashes after burning, and it seems that few people come to worship him.

"The imperial doctor said that Concubine Zhao's health is very bad, and she has no ambitions." Jiuzhu squatted in front of the tomb, looked at the word "Changsheng", lit the paper money and gold ingots: "Don't blame her, under the power, she has no choice. ."

"It's a great thing to be able to stick to what your heart wants." Jiuzhu threw the prepared paper money into the burning fire bit by bit: "You and Taifei Empress are both amazing people. You do She died of sorrow, and she insisted on living for you. Sometimes, it’s easy to die, but it’s hard to live."

"There are so many beautiful things in the world, if there is an afterlife..." Jiuzhu chuckled, "I hope you can become married couples, be in love with each other, and grow old together."

It is obviously rainy, but the paper money burns very prosperously, just like Changsheng's love for Princess Zhao.

The master said that her temperament is not suitable for cultivating, because her heart is mortal and cannot be detached. Therefore, in these years, I stubbornly prayed for the benefactor in front of the idol, and I will never let it go.

The paper money and gold ingots burned out, Jiu Zhu looked at the ashes and couldn't help thinking, if someone in the world hurts His Royal Highness, she might rather die with him than to make the other person proud.

Rubbing her face, she threw out the mess of thoughts in her head and sighed deeply. The master was right, her xinxing was really not suitable for practice.

"Wang Hao, someone is coming over here."

Jiuzhu stood up, looked sideways, and saw a woman holding a little girl in her left hand and a basket in her right hand, struggling to walk toward this side with a somewhat worn oil-paper umbrella.

"Don't stop, I have seen her, she is the storyteller in the teahouse."

The storyteller took her daughter, and saw that there were carriages that nobles could ride in the wilderness, and a group of female guards with swords in armor. She was so scared that she took her daughter Wang in her arms: "Who are you, who are you? What's the matter here?"

Could it be that which part of the book she said made the listener dissatisfied?

If you don't like the book that you can ignore her, or you can add money to change the content, it would be too much to bring your subordinates to attack her.

The fate of a storyteller is also fate.

"Mr. Female." Seeing that Mr. Female and the child in her arms were frightened, Jiuzhu walked to her: "Do you still recognize me?"

The female gentleman certainly recognizes Jiuzhu. If it hadn’t been for the lady’s money to tell the story of the overbearing lord, the overbearing lord series would not have spread throughout the capital.

Who can not remember his God of Wealth?

"The girl laughed, how can I not remember you." Seeing familiar people, the female husband's nervousness has been reduced a lot. She secretly looked at other people around and asked carefully: "These people are all brought by the girl? "

"They were sent by the elders in the family to protect me and they never hurt the innocent. Don't be afraid of them, husband."

The female husband held her daughter's hand tightly and let go a little: "So, I don't know why the girl is here?"

She saw that in front of her uncle's tomb, there was not only joss sticks, paper money, but also a jar of wine.

"At the girl's house, are you old acquaintances with my uncle?" The female husband looked at Jiuzhu in surprise, wondering why she came to visit her uncle's grave.

"He is your uncle?" Seeing that the female gentleman's expression did not seem to be false, Jiuzhu followed her back to the tomb again.

"Yeah." The storyteller put the tribute in the basket, hung paper flowers on the head of the grave, took apart the pile of paper money, and lit it in front of the grave: "Uncle went very early. I have never seen him. My grandfather said that my uncle had a lifelong promise with a winemaker, and even the wedding date was booked, but the winemaker was taken away by the nobleman. Since then, my uncle could not afford to be ill, and he still recited the name of the winemaker before he died."

"My uncle was dissatisfied with a weak crown and died. I asked the white-haired person to send the black-haired guy. There was no marriage and no children, so he could not be buried in the ancestral grave." The storyteller sighed: "In order to let the uncle be buried in the ancestral grave, the great-grandfather planned to let The uncle adopted a child under his uncle's name, but that night, his uncle cast a dream for his great-grandfather, saying that he only wanted to have children with the wine-making girls, and begged the great-grandfather not to adopt other children to him."

"After the great-grandfather and great-grandmother passed away, no one came to give him incense." The storyteller took out the sickle from the basket and skillfully mows the newly grown grass on the grave. Her daughter followed her mother. , Hold the cut grass aside.

"I'm a storyteller, and I often compile all kinds of life and death stories for guests. I know that there is true love and hate separation among the elders, and I can't just watch him lying here alone." The storyteller walked to the tombstone, her eyes lighted. Sweeping the altar of wine: "My husband is dead. The husband said that it is not good for the widow to go to the grave, and the family said that it will affect the fortune of the brothers if the widow returns to the family to worship the ancestors. I will give him incense, and no one will talk."

"He has no descendants to worship, and I can't give incense to other elders, so no one can dislike anyone." The storyteller saw Jiuzhu holding an umbrella to help her daughter block the wind and rain, and smiled at her: "Thank you girl."

"An elder in my family is the old man's old acquaintance." Jiuzhu gave the little girl an umbrella and bent over to open the seal on the wine jar: "This wine was made specially for the old man by the elders. It was buried under the peach blossom tree. It took decades to see the sky a few days ago. I brought it on my own terms, which is all the elders’ minds.”

The wine came out of the altar and poured on the mottled tombstone, and the whole tomb was wrapped in the fragrance of wine.

"Mother, it smells of peach blossoms." The little girl sniffed and looked at the wine jar in Jiuzhu's hand curiously.

The storyteller made no sound, but watched as Jiuzhu poured out the whole jar of wine.

When Jiuzhu put the wine jar next to the tombstone, the storyteller said, "Girl, if it's convenient, please take our mother and daughter on the way back to the city, okay?"

The guards looked at the storyteller, but did not stop.

"Okay." Jiuzhu smiled: "The road is slippery on rainy days, and you mother and daughter go back alone, I'm not relieved."

"Thank you girl." The storyteller gave Jiuzhu a deep blessing.

After Jiuzhu and the storyteller's mother and daughter got into the carriage, two female guards got into the carriage, just to separate the mother and daughter from Jiuzhu.

Along the way, the storyteller did not ask Jiuzhu's identity, until when she got off the carriage, she suddenly said: "Girl, please wait for a while. I have something left by my uncle. Please pass it on to your elder."

Jiuzhu nodded: "Okay."

When the storyteller’s mother and daughter stepped off the carriage, the guard asked Jiuzhu: “I entered the carriage without the permission of the princess. Please punished the princess.”

"You got into the carriage just to protect me. What's wrong?" Jiuzhu smiled sweetly at the two of them: "I make you bother."

The two female guards saw that the princess smiled sweetly and lovely, and her cheeks were reddish: "This is the duty of a subordinate."

No wonder the prince and the empress love the princess, such a cute and understanding girl, who doesn't like it?

The storyteller came back soon, still holding an old wooden box that had fallen out of paint in her hand.

She handed the old wooden box to Jiuzhu: "Uncle has nothing left, only this one. The girl will take it back."

"Thank you sir." Jiuzhu took the old wooden box and did not open it.

"What's to be thankful for." The storyteller laughed at herself: "People like me who are accustomed to telling stories about life and death are actually the most likely to see life and death. Sometimes I really hope that lovers will eventually get married, and those who have promised forever will never change their hearts. A kind person never encounters suffering. But life is always ups and downs. A hundred years are long and short. No matter good or bad, live."

"Three days later, I will tell the story of the overbearing prince and the pretty daughter in the teahouse. If the girl has any favorites, I will make up for you." The storyteller returned to the old hospitality with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I won't be able to come in three days." Jiuzhu opened the purse around her waist, took out the ingots from it, and put them in the hands of the storyteller: "Let the prince and Miss Qiao finally become married and never change their minds, and let the kind people in the story. , Have a happy ending."

"Okay." The storyteller put the silver into her purse: "Everything is according to the girl's will."

The listener is the supreme noble person, as long as the money is in place, any story will do.

Jiuzhu returned to the palace, replaced the plain skirt on her body, and took the wooden box to the palace.

When she walked to the courtyard where Princess Zhao lived, Jiuzhu saw several old women wiping tears in the courtyard. When they saw Jiuzhu coming, they quickly wiped away their tears and barely smiled.

In the palace, crying is also a taboo.

"Treasures peace." Jiuzhu gave a blessing, pretending not to see them crying: "How about Princess Zhao?"

A toffee of the highest grade slowly shook her head: "The doctor said, it's only a few days."

Jiuzhu's heart sank, she looked down at the wooden box in her hand, lifted the skirt and walked into the house quickly.

Princess Zhao lying on the bed heard footsteps: "But Princess Chen is here?"

"The concubine empress is her Royal Highness Princess Chen." The mother was no longer able to bow to Jiuzhu. She put down the medicine bowl in her hand: "The princess is coming to see you."

"Help me sit up." Madam Zhao handed her hand to the mother, and she hesitated, but according to Princess Zhao's intention, she leaned against the bed.

"The Toffee Empress." Jiuzhu walked to the window and sat down, as if she didn't see the sickness on her face, and talked about the scenery outside the palace vividly, then took the script and read it to her.

Concubine Zhao listened quietly, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. When Jiuzhu finished telling the story in the script, she turned her head and looked out the window: "It's getting dark?"

"It's still early." Jiuzhu smiled: "You will stay with me for a while. Your Highness is not in the palace today. How boring I am to be in the Kylin Palace alone."

"Well, you can stay as long as you want." After hearing Jiuzhu said that she would not leave immediately, the smile on Princess Zhao's face was even more obvious. She even asked the maid to give Jiuzhu a heart, and it didn't look like a serious illness. People.

Her eyes are clear, her mental head is exceptionally good, and her speech is stronger than in recent days.

"What is the box on your knee?" She saw the stripped wooden box on Jiuzhu's knee, her face showing nostalgia. A long time ago, the young boy she liked made such a wooden box for her and said yes Used to dress her with jewelry.

[I give you a piece of jewelry every year. When our children and grandchildren are in groups, the box will be full. 】

Jiuzhu stood up and put the peeled and worn wooden box in her hand: "You open it and have a look."

Princess Zhao stared at the wooden box blankly, stretched out her trembling hand, stroking the mottled paint surface, and was speechless for a long time.

She didn't rush to open the shabby box, but stroked the lines on it with her hands over and over again, until she touched all parts of it, and then opened the wooden box that had no locks.

In the box, there is only one strand of hair tied with a red string, and a dusty wooden hairpin.

The red string has faded and dimmed, and the owner used it to wrap the hair round and round, so even if it faded, they did not fall apart.

"Jiefa Changsheng..." Princess Zhao gently touched the red string with her fingertips. She was afraid that this bunch of hair would spread out with a little effort.

Her young man, her young man.

The eye sockets that were supposed to have dried up, the dripping tears wet the wooden hairpin, she graciously wiped the tears from the wooden hairpin, put the wooden hairpin on her gray hair, and asked Jiuzhu: "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Jiuzhu leaned over to help Princess Zhao tidy her hair, nodding her head: "It looks good."

"This wooden hairpin was made by Changsheng himself." The corner of Zhao Taifei's mouth pursed with a smile: "I quarreled with him that year that I wanted a peach blossom hairpin and don't want it from the store. He asked him to make it for me."

"He, say I'm squeamish." Princess Zhao touched her sideburns: "Until I entered the palace, I didn't see the shadow of the peach blossom hairpin. He was hiding here."

The mother covered her mouth and cried, for fear of being discovered by the toffee, she secretly retreated to the outside.

"Before entering the palace, I cut a strand of hair and told him that breaking hair is like breaking love. Let him find a beloved girl and live his life." The corner of Zhao Taifei's mouth was raised, but the corners of her eyes kept crying: "This fool , But cut his own hair and put it with me."

On the folk wedding night, men and women will each cut a strand of hair into one strand, which means that the hair will not be separated.

"In front of his grave, can someone worship me?" Princess Zhao looked at Jiuzhu with clear eyes.

"Yes." Jiuzhu nodded: "There is a junior who goes to worship him every year."

"That's good." Princess Zhao murmured to herself: "That's good."

Her life is ordinary and bleak, only in the eyes of Changsheng, she has the most beautiful light.

"I took your peach blossom drunk and took me to see him." Jiuzhu said softly: "He must like it very much."

"Jiuzhu, thank you." Princess Zhao gently held her hand and looked at her deeply. After a long time, she let go: "Go back, your Highness, you are going home too."

"I want to stay quiet with Changsheng for a while."

"Okay." Jiuzhu stood up, gave a junior blessing to Princess Zhao again, turned and walked slowly towards the door.

"Jiuzhu." Princess Zhao stopped her.

Jiuzhu quickly looked back at her.

"On the royal genealogy, I am only the Zhao family." She laughed: "Before entering the palace, I have a name, Taohua."

Recipe, Shining.

Wang Chen returned to the Kylin Palace, and found no figure of Jiuzhu in the courtyard, so he went directly to the sleeping hall.

The candlestick was lit in the dormitory, but his Jia Ming Xiaozhu was sitting in the dimly lit place with his hands on his knees, like an aggrieved puppy dog ​​in the rain.

At this glance, all kinds of thoughts arose in his heart, and he hurriedly walked to her: "Jiuzhu, what's the matter with you?"

"Your Highness." Jiuzhu looked up at him, tears in his eyes.

"What happened, who upset you?" He reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, holding her in his arms, and patted her back gently: "Tell me , I'll help you out."

His little pig, he couldn't bear to say a heavy word.

"I feel uncomfortable." Jiuzhu shook his head, her voice soft and lackluster: "No one provokes me."

Wang Chen sat on the stool and put her on his knees: "Okay, then tell me why I feel uncomfortable in my heart, I'll make you happy."

Jiuzhu leaned in his arms, shaking his head not to speak.

If the first emperor did not commit crimes, how could so many innocent women be forced into the palace?

She didn't say it, and Wang Chen didn't chase after asking, just patted her back again and again, and gently shook her knees, as if to coax an unhappy child.

He, who has always been impatient, has infinite tenderness in front of her.

"Prince, Princess." Yang Yiduo stood outside the door and whispered: "There is news from the Toffee Palace in the west, Princess Zhao."