I quickly hid behind a buttonwood tree. I saw LingRong gawking at his brother's tall figure in Xu Langzhai's bedroom window. Moonlight like mercury leaked from the buttonwood leaves, and the shadows of the branches and leaves fell on her like sparse dark embroidery, which became more and more delicate. Her skirt was blown by the night wind, and she still didn't feel any chill in the wind. It was mid-September, and several phoenix trees planted in front of Zaler Xu Village began to shed their leaves. In the dead of night, when the yellow leaves were falling, I heard the crying that Ling Rong tried to suppress, and I suddenly felt a sense of sadness. Even if LingRong has feelings for his brother, I'm afraid this life is doomed. When the night wind struck, I somehow remembered a sentence from Wen, "When the door is as deep as the sea, it is a passer-by." Yu Lingrong, this is really suitable.
Ling Rong's head is buried lower and more delicate and touching, which makes me feel sorry for her. Obviously, she didn't try her best to sing because she was afraid of being loved by the emperor. It's just that she doesn't want to sing wholeheartedly for what. I'm afraid no one knows better than me.
I sighed: "Lingrong, how can I not understand your mind?" My eyes stayed on her for a moment. Ling Rong's body is delicate, her skin is as white as jade, her eyes are big and warm as deer, and her gentle eyes are exposed from behind her thick eyelids, which makes people feel heartbroken.
LingRong looked at her uncomfortable, can't help but touch her cheek. She asked shyly, "Sister, what do you think I am doing?"
I reached for her embroidery, put it on the table, and smoothed it carefully. "Do you really want to kill time by embroidery all day? Even those handmaiden dare to laugh at you? "
Lingrong twisted a handkerchief in her fingers, formed a knot, and then parted. After a while, she twisted it into a knot again, just twisting her fingers there and silently bowing her head. It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "The mausoleum is rich and thin." "These days," I said flatly, looking up at the pavilion, "are not much better than when I was sick."
I stood up, slowly sorted out the broken gold tassels on the hair clasp, held Huanbi's hand and walked out to the front of the instrument. I turned to LingRong and said, "It's windy at night, so go in quickly. No need to send it. "
Ling Rong said, "Sister, be careful on the road."
I nodded, suddenly thinking of something, and smiled brightly: "My brother wrote from the border a few days ago, saying that he came back to visit relatives during the Lantern Festival last year."
Seeing LingRong's eyes suddenly lit up, like a pool of spring water, her face unconsciously brought a hint of gentleness from her daughter's home.
I know that she still has feelings for her brother, and I sighed in my heart. Lingrong, don't blame me for being cruel. It's really no good for you to care so much about your brother all your life. His face was filled with a cheerful smile: "Dad said that my brother must make an engagement for him when he comes back this time. There is a big daughter-in-law, who can take care of everything. It is also a happy event for my family. "
LingRong smell speech body slightly flash, in the eyes of the light instantly dimmed, like red-hot charcoal quenching into the water, "wow" to take up the white smoke.
I can't bear it in my heart after all. So, I'm afraid she really likes her brother. But if you don't do this, Ling Rong always has a lucky hope for her brother, and her mind can't be broken. The so-called strong man's broken wrist is really necessary.
In an instant, Ling Rong has reached out and held the wall firmly, looking as usual, with a faint smile like a pear blown off by the wind: "This is a happy event. If Zhen Gongzi marries a young lady, she must be a noble lady with both morality and tolerance. Ling Rong congratulated her sister first. "
Lingrong's new bath is over, and she only needs one hairpin to loosen her hair and drop water drops, making her hair like clouds, her skin like snow and her face as petite as a lotus petal.
Lingrong's cold hand gradually got a week's warmth in my hand. I put the glazed jade bracelet on her hand, and the bracelet on her wrist was as white as jade, which made the plain silver bracelet paler and paler.
There are several pots of gardenias on the window, which are newly supplied in the greenhouse. They haven't blossomed yet, just spit out pieces of new leaves, and the faint sunshine shines on the buds, like pieces of jade.
Lingrong sat by the window, and the plane leaves outside the screen window fell on Lingrong's thin body, which made her thin and delicate.
Lingrong naturally dressed up deliberately, wearing a light green dress and sweeping the floor for a long time. Only the cuffs are embroidered with faint vermicelli lines and a few delicate river flowers, and the waist is tied with a goose yellow ribbon, which makes her figure look slim like a willow, very charming and timid. The hairstyle is also very simple, just dividing the hair in front of the sideburns, then pulling it back casually with a white jade comb and inserting two broken beads, but it has a fresh and elegant natural beauty.
Ling Rong's song is like a blue lotus in the pond, gloomy and green, and like the breeze at the end of Qingping, fresh and intoxicating. Tactfully in the ileum, a fold and a swing, a sound of everything, there is the beauty of breaking the crystal and breaking the jade. It's like silk wadding, pottery is affectionate, it's like ruthlessness, it's like all 360 pores on my body are stretched out, and I can't say how comfortable and comfortable it is. The so-called exotic flowers in the world have become vulgar, and only Kunshan jade tablets and vanilla tears can barely match them.
I can't help but feel ashamed when I am shocked. There are such beautiful songs in this world. It is as delicate as an oriole, as soft as running water, as smooth as satin and as gentle as a dove, which makes people lose their souls and erode their bones. I just want to drown in the song and don't want to start over.
Ling Rong's eyes full of autumn waters reveal a mixture of anxiety, shyness and timidity. That shyness is really tempting. The shyness and helplessness of this weak girl is exactly what the concubines around Ling Xuan don't have now.
On the other side of the mausoleum, there are beautiful eyebrows, a red dress of lychee with butterflies practicing yarn, a palace sash of azurite like a waist, and a pearl jade flashing on the ink moss, smiling and quiet. I can't help but sigh that the mausoleum under makeup is not amazing, but it also has a charm that I don't usually have.
There was silence in the temple, and the cool breeze occasionally blew up the half-rolled bamboo curtain in the temple, vaguely wrapped in the fragrance of lotus water chestnut leaves. A few faint cicadas in the distance made the temple quieter. After a while, I heard a deep and gentle song blowing from the lake in front of the temple. The sound is very small. If you don't listen carefully, it's easy to be in a trance. Listen carefully, this song is gentle and tactful, like an oriole in the treetops and dew in the morning. It has a strange charm and is touching.
The song is getting closer and closer, but it is a boat. There is a gentle and graceful woman on the boat, rowing slowly. The woman covered her face with pink tulle, and she was also dressed in light pink, full of beautiful things, such as the most delicate cherry blossoms in early spring, which made people feel distressed and worried.
Sure enough, the song came from her mouth, like tears of resentment, and the sound was lingering. A lake full of lotus flowers is like snow, the wind is cool as jade, and the voice of beauty is like pearls singing slowly, but I feel that the lotus flowers are crying, the herbs are laughing, the wind is cold, and the spring worries are endless, which makes people homesick, lingering and tender.
Her pink clothes were blown by the lake wind, and her clothes were graceful. Her delicate figure was reflected in the water between the waves and the sky, such as the early Han Dynasty, as light as Rui, Lingbo as Weng Ding, full of wind, and the wind made it beautiful.
The woman saluted demurely, waved her hand gently, and lifted her veil. Her eyebrows were like jade feathers, her muscles were like snow, her waist was like a bundle, her teeth were like shells, and she was gentle and graceful.
The mausoleum hangs slightly, shy as water, and the lotus is cool. I only saw a double knot of red coral in my hair, and the pearls in my hair trembled and became more and more lovely.
Ling Rong, she is always so humble. Because of this humility, people are more sympathetic.
At the moment, Ling Rong is wearing a honey-colored robe, which is finely dotted with golden peach blossom patterns. Below is a satin skirt inlaid with silvery white sparkling beads and a long beaded tassel gold hairpin on her head, which is even more intoxicating.
Ling Rong's smile is light and gentle, as weak and graceful as her figure.
They walked away and were about to turn around and go in, but they saw a man standing far outside my palace door with an umbrella wrapped in silver, which made them even more lonely.
She was wearing an eight-ball thick brocade cloak with silver rat skin. Her clothes are luxurious, full of pearls and jade. She is the favorite princess in the harem, but her face is white and doesn't match her makeup.
Her figure gradually disappeared in the heavy snow, leaving only a line of footprints on the ground. The rustling snowflake dances like a fairy, and the five petals are crystal clear, just like tears. Before long, Ling Rong's footprint was covered.
Everything is the same. It seems that she has never been here. As if she had never loved.
I only heard a charming shout, but I saw An Lingrong jump up like a butterfly spreading its wings, firmly pulling my skirt and sobbing with joy and sadness: "Sister is back. I haven't seen her for years, and I don't expect to see her again in my life. Today, it's true ... "Before I finished, a line of tears rolled down. Ling Rong was once made your wife in her early years, but she didn't look gorgeous and dazzling with the name "An". She only wore a moon-white, lush Shui Yang fairy dress, which was woven into graceful daffodils with finely divided rice beads, and the soft gauze crystal clear in the sun was even more delicate and touching.
She wore a lotus-blue embroidered skirt made of water, gold and tobacco, and the whole person seemed to be floating in a green fog. An Lingrong was slim, but now she is thin, and her body is as thin as a weak willow.
She covered her face with a round fan, and a slender silk bag on her bun shone brightly, and the fan reflected the ivory bone even more radiant. Slightly tilting his head, he stepped on the jade bead pendant, and Jin Yezi, who was as thin as a melon seed, followed him gently, flashing bright green waves.
Lingrong quickly stopped watching and took two steps closer to me. His white hands are as beautiful as white fish, and several emerald and ruby gold rings shine.
An Lingrong's slightly pale face makes her more attractive. Her slender waist moved slightly, and Ying Ying said softly, "I am not wronged."
An Lingrong's face was as white as paper, and there was no color in it. As soon as her feet went soft, she knelt down and began to eat. "It belongs to a male and female servant." She looked up, a pair of big eyes flashing with tears, delicate and touching.
Lingrong leans in Ling Xuan's arms, like a soft willow swept by a strong breeze, weak and helpless.
She wore a tired silk bead pin on her head, a narrow silver coat with pink stripes, a turquoise horse face skirt and a long coat with ochre white silk and bamboo leaves. Although the color is bright and delicate, the semi-old clothes have long lost the soft luster of the material, and they are also washed water color, gloomy and dim. Look carefully, there are a few strands of silk at the neckline and cuffs.
"That's true." Ling Rong's voice is like a rustling blade scraping on smooth skin, and there is a biting chill between her lips and teeth, but she still said slowly in a soft tone, "Now no one in the palace can compare with her sister, and no one is more useless and helpless than Ling Rong." LingRong carefully looked at me, eyes greedy walk on me, like a bite. But in an instant, she suddenly smiled. "Sister is the most blessed person, and the tomb is ominous again. As long as I am stained with my sister's blessing, I can always save the day. What am I afraid of with my sister? "
In the Oriental Plum Blossom, a woman came out in a soft light yellow silk dress, covered with a heavy lotus petal jade silk gauze embroidered with pink gold, silver and silk threads, like smoke. It was glittering, and the ground was woven with long skirts painted by birds. The skirt is decorated with countless colorful spar, which is dazzling. In contrast to her gorgeous clothes, the hair with jagged crystal tassels rolled up is as dazzling and elegant as the bright moon in the night sky. Every dance, plum blossom petals and light snow on the branches swirl in her hair at the temples, fall on her sleeves and skirts, rise with the melody of music, and diffuse into fragrant clouds, as if red flowers and white snow were all emitted from her breath. In the cold night, it is obvious that the rich fragrance from the slender and charming body under the thin Luo clothes dilutes the fragrance of plum blossoms, and everyone wants to get drunk.
Ling Xuan's eyes were attracted, and he couldn't help being infatuated. Everyone was dumbfounded with surprise, and the woman suddenly turned around and looked forward to it, her eyes as drunk as a ghost. Some concubines can't help exclaiming, "An Guifei!"
The petite face of a woman, like the petals of a lotus flower, shines like a spring flower on peach blossom jade's face. Her body smell was tangy, Ling Xuan's nose moved slightly, and she was intoxicated, so she unconsciously let go of my hand.
I took a step back without changing color, reached for a cold plum, put it in front of my nose, and sniffed it gently, only feeling a cool fragrance seeping into my heart. Plum blossoms in Meiyuan are as fragrant as ever, and Anling looks beautiful. But when you think about the stunning dance of the Pure Yuan Queen, jade bone, an ice muscle, is probably better than the Yaotai Fairy.
LingRong dancing, quietly standing in situ. The snow reflected her sparkling pearls, as if they were broken from the snow. Although not very beautiful, my heart is moving, my heart is uneasy, and I am busy with peace of mind.
Pure black mink wrapped her slender body and made her face white as jade. The hair on the collar is great. Every time she talks and breathes, the soft and blooming hair blows slightly on her face, which is really touching.
She nodded slightly, her misty eyes as bright as the stars in the night.
Ling Rongying Ying came out, dressed in pink and white, like a beautiful daffodil coming out of Lingshui. In the bright flickering candlelight, she was in tears.
Her hairpin rings are all faded, her hair is messy, and her elegant or elegant or gorgeous clothes are replaced by plain ochre suits, hoping to take the blame for her father. She has been kneeling for two days and nights, and when she hears that water and rice don't enter, she is teetering.
Dancing like a shock, breaking the moon. Lingrong's hair is flying, her skirt is like scattered flowers, dancing on the steps of cold jade, and a piece of autumn dew infected her moonlight stockings.
On Su Yuxin's soft embroidered pillow, the black-haired sole hung lazily on the pillow instead of tying it into a bun. Because in bed, she only wore a white butterfly pattern corset and tied a blue wishful knot. Only a touch of brocade and safflower on her chest shows infinite joy, making her skin as white as snow, her eyes as stars, and her lips moist and red with a hint of purple.
Li Rong curled up on a nine-foot-wide carved bed of Daphne. The plain satin mattress beneath her was soaked with blood, and even the sky-blue dark woven Liu Hua ribbon tulle hanging on the bed was covered with blood. She was lying in a pool of blood, wearing semi-faded and semi-masked apricot red translucent gauze underwear. He has a scar on his shoulder and his clothes are covered with blood.
At that time, the flower shadow was sparse and oblique, and the first touch of Qiu Guang had stopped at the willow treetops in Jingchuntang, leaving only the light and shadow outside the window swaying in deep eyes. There was no emotion on her face, but her hand clung to the brocade quilt. The abortion did great harm to her health. She is too thin to hold on, and her face is as white as a ghost. The whole person is like a floe in the spring breeze, lonely and helpless.
Princess Anshi was rushed here. She obviously didn't have time to wash and dress carefully, her face was still decadent and her body trembled slightly. Because of illness, loose hair, wearing a gold-inlaid jade dragonfly hairpin, is a gesture of wanting to fly but not flying. She was wearing a white silk dress and a lotus flower, so she knelt down, her knees soft, like petals blown off by the wind, and sat down softly.
An Qiurong was surprised and afraid. She also wears a soft gold bracelet with pearls and an emerald ring embedded in it. There is a lotus petal gold holder on the ring, and each petal is inlaid with a southern pearl. The octagonal hollow base on the back of the jade ring is very delicate. However, due to her thin illness, the more brilliant the bracelet, the more gaunt and lifeless her arm looks.
She smiled gently, like a delicate flower, with her lips open and charming.
Autumn is like makeup, and the red maple tree with ochre color ignites the beautiful red flame all over the sky, and is dragged into the red like a graceful face of a remnant flower. Her last look overflowed Ling Xuan's eyes, without any worry.
Unusual:
Sitting under the long window of the flower aperture, with hands slightly raised, colorful silk threads are as smart as butterflies between thin white fingers and white stretched cloth. She wore a long dress with pink and silver satin, and her hair was not combed in a bun, but a few strands hung down like an unmarried woman. As soon as the wind blows, it is soft and high, and a simple and simple silver hairpin is placed on her temples. At first glance, it looks as demure as a good woman.
At that time, she was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and it was a peach blossom with clear wind and rhyme.
Once upon a time, she was not so calm. If she noticed his eyes, she would bow her head in shame and feel dizzy. He looked up and saw her face in an instant. She had lost a lot of weight. The delicate and heavy description by Daidai could not cover up the red marks on her swollen cheeks. -I heard that the queen mother sent someone to slap her mouth every day, which is more worthy of covering up the endless vicissitudes in her eyes.
There is a small crystal in her eyes, and there is his figure in that crystal. After a long silence, the autumn sun quietly set in the yard. Her eyes seem to be unable to bear such bright light and shadow, and they are itchy with heat. My heart is pounding, and I suddenly seem to jump out of my cavity. I only feel my throat is sour and astringent. So many years, finally want to say this sentence? She hesitated and struggled as if she couldn't believe it. After all this time, can she finally tell him herself? Her throat choked and her eyes were gentle enough to pour water.
She thought sleepily, so tired that she finally didn't want to think any more. The wind blew, and a red oleander fluttered in the court like rain. This fragrant and poisonous flying flower was everywhere, like a dream, and brushed her body like a spell, covering her breath.
That's about it. I have ignored others' words and tried to intersperse them with descriptions. If you have any questions or requirements about the harem, you can contact me.