NCCnovel Chapter 162 The So-called Talent
Chapter 162 The So-called Talent
In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.
The hill behind the Qin'an Hall in the Imperial Garden is covered with peach blossoms, which look like pink clouds from a distance.
An Lingrong and Tara traveled light and picked a basket full of flower petals.
Milk tea, milk, milk skin pastry, hibiscus roll, cherry pancake, almond pastry, red bean and yam dumpling soup, mung bean cake, all kinds of exquisite pastries lie in the Wanshou bowl.
Jiang Ruyin smiled as she watched the two of them picking and choosing among the flower petals.
"A lot of the petals here are wilting. You're using too much force."
"If I were as attentive as you, I wouldn't be picking petals anymore. I'd be embroidering instead."
The two men were busy picking, while Yuan Beishan and a young eunuch beside An Lingrong came back with two princes, followed by two wet nurses.
This small pavilion was built halfway up the mountain. Not to mention Hongxuan and the others, even the wet nurse following behind had a hard time finding it.
Hongning was about to turn three years old. Contrary to his usual behavior, he ran over and hugged An Lingrong's legs, looking up at the sky and down at the earth, but not at Hongxuan.
Hongxuan, on the other hand, was much more composed, sipping his milk tea in a serious manner.
Jiang Ruyin asked with a smile, "Hongning, why don't you try the milk tea?"
"I don't want to drink Sixth Brother's milk tea." Hongning shouted at the top of his voice.
It scared a few people.
Jiang Ruyin brought the bowl and dish to Hongning, and said gently, "How about he drink milk tea and you drink milk? Good boy, Hongning, tell Madam Fang why you don't drink the tea that Sixth Brother has drunk?"
An Lingrong wiped the bitter petal juice off her hands with a handkerchief and looked at Hongning.
Hongning's mouth was small enough to hold an oil bottle. His eyes moistened and his voice returned to its usual small tone, "Sixth Brother is helping outsiders..."
"Hongxuan? Don't you like your younger brother the most?" Jiang Ruyin knew Hongxuan's character and asked with pretended dissatisfaction.
Hongxuan jumped off the stone bench, patted Hongning's shoulder, and bowed to Jiang Ruyin and the others one by one: "Just now at Qianqiu Pavilion, my seventh brother called a palace maid to help. Maybe the palace maid didn't hear me, so my brother feels wronged. It's my son's fault."
Hongxuan was only four years old. The little guy performed the greetings in a very proper manner, comforted Hongning, and explained the whole story. An Lingrong felt a flash of envy.
Pulling Hongning's hand, he said, "Hongning, are you angry again?"
Unexpectedly, Hongning broke free from An Lingrong's arms, suddenly hugged Hongxuan, and said something in Hongxuan's ear. Hongxuan also smiled happily on the spot.
Hongning pushed the milk to An Lingrong, then grabbed Hongxuan and ran out.
An Lingrong stretched out her hand in surprise and bit her lip bitterly.
Jiang Ruyin's eyes were filled with regret, "A blessing in disguise. Hongning is also a rare person with a kind heart."
"It's just a natural thing, there's no cure. I just hope the two brothers can stay this close forever." An Lingrong's eyes were filled with coldness as she tore the handkerchief hard.
The air was filled with the refreshing fragrance of peaches. Tara took out a peach branch with tender leaves from behind her, and An Lingrong burst into laughter.
When the emperor came out of Wanchun Pavilion, he was surrounded by beautiful girls in colorful clothes, with laughter and joy all around him.
Lady Qi's sweet laughter drifted into the ears of several people on the breeze.
Tara tilted her head to look, "The emperor looks so comfortable, don't we need to go and say hello?"
Jiang Ruyin picked a peach blossom from outside the pavilion and put it on An Lingrong's ear.
"How can we chat now that they're here, silly girl? You also think Taohua is a good match for Lingrong, right?"
"I couldn't find any forsythia, so I picked peach blossoms. Forsythia is silent, yet it represents spring and is full of vitality." Tara didn't agree with Jiang Ruyin at all, which made her smile helplessly.
Even if such a person surrenders, who would dare to use him?
The red walls stretch out endlessly, veiled in a warm orange veil by the gentle caress of the setting sun. The glazed tiles sparkle, reflecting the brilliant orange light. A gentle breeze rustles, and the wind chimes on the eaves chime crisply.
The fragrance of flowers in front of the courtyard is like a tide, and the layers of pink petals are trembling slightly. "Only the peony is the true national beauty, and the capital is moved when it blooms." The peony is not inferior, standing gracefully, and the petals are as thin as cicada wings. In the reflection of the sun, there seems to be a halo flowing.
A few days ago, a continuous spring rain fell, and the trees were lush and green. Their branches and leaves intertwined like a giant umbrella, casting a cool breeze. In the distance, a rainbow stretched across the mountains, emitting a beautiful light in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The emperor narrowed his eyes. "The crimson walls stretch out in the evening sun, the glazed tiles gleam with a faint hue. The wind caresses the eaves, the bells ring crisply, and the flowers in the courtyard surge with fragrance. The peonies are magnificent, the herbal medicines dance gracefully. The rain moistens the lush green branches like a canopy, a rainbow sweeps across the mountains, and the mist returns."
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Concubine Qi and Concubine Chun clapped their hands and cheered.
Lou Yong'er seemed to be dazed and a little stunned.
The emperor's disappointment was evident in his words. "Poetry written casually cannot be considered good."
"Yong'er, what do you think?" The emperor looked at Lou Yong'er with a little expectation.
Lou Yong'er finally came back to his senses. "To be able to improvise to this extent is truly remarkable. The Emperor is diligent and caring towards his people, possesses extraordinary martial arts skills, and is also well-versed in poetry. Doesn't this leave all the men in the world speechless?"
She said this with a smile, thinking that this answer was quite standard.
Indeed, the emperor nodded calmly and looked towards the Shuiyuxuan involuntarily.
Although Wan Changzai is naughty, she is indeed talented. If she were here, I'm sure she could easily change a sentence or two and make the poem more catchy.
"You all go down." The emperor waved his hand and walked towards the depths of the imperial garden.
I walked and stopped along the way, and the flowers I saw were not flowers, and the trees I saw were not trees.
Su Peisheng watched the emperor stroll to the Broken Jade Pavilion and whispered, "Your Majesty, are you tired of the scenery of the Imperial Garden? Behind the Broken Jade Pavilion next to it, there is a pear blossom field with a riot of petals, so beautiful. The crabapple trees in front of the palace are in full bloom. Your Majesty, please go and see how they are different from the Imperial Garden?"
The emperor looked at him and said, "My chief steward is so omnipotent that he even knows how the flowers in Suiyuxuan are blooming."
As he said this, he started walking towards Suiyuxuan.
Su Peisheng smiled apologetically and followed beside him, "Your Majesty is concerned about Concubine Fang's old residence, so of course I have to remember it carefully."
The afterglow of dusk slanted down on the Suiyu Pavilion, creating mottled shadows.
The door of Suiyuxuan was wide open, but there was no palace maid to be seen. The red walls and red tiles of the main hall remained the same, as if the owner of this place was just sleeping soundly in the back hall.
Looking at this familiar and cold pavilion, the emperor felt relieved. He was about to order Su Peisheng to have dinner at Yongshou Palace in the evening when he heard whispers coming from the east side hall.
A gleam of light flashed in Su Peisheng's eyes, and he silently looked at the emperor's expression.
"...I am affectionate yet seem to be always heartless, I just feel I can't smile in front of the wine cup. The candle has tears but still bids farewell, I shed tears for you until dawn..."
The woman's voice was extremely soft, yet tinged with sorrow and sobs.
Seeing that the emperor seemed moved, Su Peisheng stepped forward and quietly pushed the door of the east side hall open.