Mei Gongqing

Chen Yong ignored the increasingly sympathetic gaze of the two girls. She just focused on wearing the Kong Ming lamp and putting it on the sky one after the other.

Throughout the night, the time was spent in Chen's face making lights and putting them on.

As she continued to be a child, when she fell asleep tired, the young maiden pushed her companion and whispered: “This Ayung is also a poor man.” In the voice, there is a hidden youth.

The next day I turned my back.

Early in the morning, a shout of joy came through the windows and soared in the woods. Chen Yong slowly opened his eyes and looked out the screen.

The sky outside the gauze window, dark, dull as rain.

She sat upright, holding a quilt and staring out into the sky.

At this point, the young maiden called out, "Girl, do you want to wash?” Her voice was obviously more gentle than yesterday's. She looked at Chen Yong's eyes and had a hidden sympathy.

Chen Rong shook his head and didn't look at her.

The young maiden stared at Chen Zheng in her eyes for a while and suddenly said: “Although the young lady, the king is happy with the new and tired, she also has a preference to give the old man to her subordinates, but after all, she can eat jade and live.” Speaking of this, she was suddenly mute and suddenly remembered that Ahrong, who was not the daughter of the poor, was a member of the extended family and had long enjoyed such shelter.

Ahrong raised his head.

In the morning, her little face, which had not been brushed, was also incredibly clean and refreshing. She looked at the girl and lowered her voice: "Thank you very much. ”

The young maiden lowered her head and she said, "No need.” Go ahead and hurry out.

Gradually, in that fluttering tune, the tone was added, the tone was far and wide, and the tone was wrapped around each other, with a sentiment that was only present in spring.

Chen Rong lowered his eyes and muttered: “In the early morning, there was this joy. In this Nanyang Wang Palace, a group of songs and dances really rose. ”

She put on her wooden shoes and walked to the gauze window.

‘Squeak’ and she pushed the window open. As soon as the window door opened, the heads of the two beauties were facing Chen's face.

Six pairs of eyes met, and the two beauties turned quickly. As they turned around a bare peach grove, Chen Rong heard a beauty say: “New to the beauty, isn't the king coming?” Wonderful.

Another beauty said, "I just asked, is she a beauty or a guest secretary? Hee-hee, beautiful guest, how many years have you used this trick only five times? ”

Chen Rong took a breath and ordered: "Bring some water. ”

“Yes.”

They answered simultaneously and entered, carrying basins, towels, and green salt for washing.

When the two women quietly washed her hair and brushed her hair, Chen Rong asked: "Where in the Imperial Palace can I not go? ”

The elderly maiden combed her hair with a cloud cloud and said: “In addition to the main courtyard, the backyard and the east and west exit the two courtyards, and the girls can go. ”

Chen Yong answered. She noticed that the woman's hair brushing technique was extremely brilliant, that the clouds swayed, through a lazy beauty, without half a cup of tea and other ornaments, and it was quite fashionable.

Chen Yong tightened her sleeve tightly. She had anticipated this and had packed her own chai.

At this time, after the work of the two women, Chen Rong stood up and turned to go outside.

The young lady looked at her long skirt with large sleeves and a thin back. She murmured her head. “This woman is too monstrous to be seen. No wonder the king tried to get her hands on it. ”

When Chen Rong walked to the courtyard, he looked up. There were young girls in Chinese clothes everywhere on the trail and in front of the courtyard.

But at this moment, her footsteps are a beat.

As Chen Rong stood, a dozen eyes looked at her. With these eyes in mind, Chen Jung suddenly thought: “The longer I lived in Nanyang Wang Palace, the more innocent I was. If I deal with these women, even if I can know something, but what people are most afraid of is gossip, what if they add a little bit to something I inadvertently say? Forget it, let's go back. ”

Think of it here, she moves back.

Upon returning to his room, Chen Rong ordered: "Close the courtyard door. ”

She looked at her indistinctly.

Chen Yong stared at them and ordered them again: “Close the courtyard door. Whoever comes will need my permission to open the door. Do you hear me?”

“They glanced at each other and replied: 'Yes. ”

As soon as the courtyard door was closed, Chen Yong ordered the two women to move the piano to the courtyard. Then she played it.

She played a song called "Celebrity Song” that was inadvertently played by a celebrity when she married Min in her previous life.

This “celebrity song” is quite proud of its sophistication and distance. She remembered it all the time because the tune of the music was fluent and gorgeous. It matched Chen Yong's heart.

The sound of the violin, slowly mixed in the sound of the violin, slowly stained in the dark clouds.

The beauty here, either way, even if she can't play the piano, is used to listening. Chen Yong's "famous Shinji" came out, pointing at her closed door and pointing at the girls, gradually calmed down.

When they first heard it, they immediately discovered that it was a new song they had never heard before and that it was quite beautiful.

Gradually, as the tone rose, the tone and the tone stopped.

Gradually, the whole west courtyard, only this tall, lonely, arrogant sound of the harp, floating in the clouds.

A girl in Chinese clothes closed her eyes and listened quietly for a moment, muttering: “It's so clear. ”

Another young lady with a gentle face like water lowered her eyebrows and said softly: “But it is a Gengsuke, such a girl, the king also brought in? Looks like she'll be dead soon. ”

Standing behind them, a woman in her thirties, a demonic Chinese dress sneered: “What about height? What about Gensuke? That's the king who hasn't slept with her yet. She won't be able to play this music until she's slept with the king. ”

They didn't know that Chen Yongxiang played such a song to let everyone know that she was still the guest secretary of the royal palace and had not yet been close to King Nanyang.

In the discussion, the sound of the violin is floating, and the night gradually descends.

Just at dinner, the wind was raging outside, the leaves flickered, the branches slapped, and the roof whimpered.

Chen Jung put down his chopsticks and looked out at the sky and lowered his voice: “Is it going to rain tonight? ”

The young lady was disappointed when she saw her words. “Do you still want to play the lights? ”

Chen Yong nodded, “Mmm. ”

It is rare to see her so kind that the young maiden sighed and advised: "Girl, don't miss him. ”

Chen Yong did not answer.

At this point, the wind is slowly coming to an end. Chen Rong put down the bowl of chopsticks and walked into the courtyard, looking up to the sky where the clouds were scattering. "The stars are coming out. ”

She turned her head, her eyes bright, "Go get ready, I'm going to put a dozen of them on tonight. ”