Spirit of the Phoenix: 11. Luodai
In order to erase the fact that the emperor had married a wife and had children, the great Sima Chen Keling never observed his wife's filial piety for a single day after he ascended the throne four years ago.
The whole palace city is filled with lanterns and festoons, not only to celebrate the new emperor's enthronement, but also to welcome the mistress who is about to move into the imperial city.
The new emperor is cowardly, but not stupid. After ascending to a high position, he would become a puppet and bow his head to a woman in this palace city. He knew all this and was prepared.
Unexpectedly, the eighteen-year-old queen, Chen Huashan, is gentle and docile. The next day after her wedding, she took off her luxurious clothes, her silk hairpin skirt, her bare hands and slender hands, and lowered her eyebrows pleasingly. Mouthwash.
Exactly like his aunt.
The ice in the eyes of the little prince is hard to appease.
The empress was deeply scheming, and she confessed to the emperor with tears in her eyes after more than half a year of marriage: "Since I married a sage, I have been one with you as husband and wife. The sun and the moon can learn from your sincerity. Could it be that you were really deposed by Da Sima, concubine?" Can I still get some benefits? The concubine is a first-time woman, and she has never been able to enter the Three Treasures Hall. All she wants and wants is a husband and a child..."
That's said honestly and wisely. His father immediately had tears in his eyes, looked at Queen Huashan's gentle and respectful appearance, and patted her on the shoulder lightly.
It was night, and the new emperor, who had lived alone for half a year, finally consummated the marriage with the queen.
"My father has a complicated attitude towards the empress. At one moment, I feel that she is too deep to be trusted, and at the other moment, I feel sad that her life is rough and she can't help herself." Okay, with no makeup and light makeup, on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, my father must be a vegetarian when he comes here. In terms of dress, he looks more and more like my mother."
His mother liked to be pretty, but she didn't like extravagance and waste, so all hairpin accessories were made by his father out of wood. Not long before the accident, the little prince had personally heard the jokes between the husband and wife.
A Niang asked Dad to make a long lotus hairpin with a butterfly attached to it. Father smiled and shrugged off his distaste for the trouble, and raised his head to fetch the copper daisy that Aniang had drawn on her eyebrows, and gently outlined it on her forehead. With two strokes, a lifelike butterfly was drawn against Aniang's fair skin, as if it was perched on Aniang's forehead. .
They laughed together, and the little prince could hear clearly through the curtain, he held back his laughter and left silently, leaving the room full of beauty in the morning to his loving parents.
"The empress likes the emperor. She doesn't use gold or silver for her clothes and decorations, and the hairpins, hairpins, combs, bowls, cups, and tableware are all made of wood." The little prince said, "On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she wore a set of ebony lotus flowers in her hair. Hairpin, the style is simple and generous, and the carving is exquisite and unparalleled, which won the appreciation of the father."
The little prince stopped talking and did not continue. Tai'an understood his sadness very well.
The reason is that I only hear newcomers laughing, but I don’t know the emperor who praised the queen’s hairpin. Do you remember the past when you painted eyebrows and laughed with another person many years ago?
The little prince paused for a moment, and then took out a small black stone from his bosom, the fingertips were long and short, polished smooth and round. Tai'an took it and held it in his hand, as if he was holding a dagger.
"Father praised the queen's lotus hairpin on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. According to the meticulous character in Zhonggong, he will definitely dress up and wear it again to please the father." The little prince sighed softly, "Wait for the two of you at night Sleeping soundly, if you can fall on the queen's pillow along the curtain, and add a looming butterfly on her cheek... I wonder if it will bring back my father's memory of my mother."
Tai'an nodded like a pest: "It's definitely possible! The emperor and the empress sleep together, and no one else dares to enter easily. Your father must feel guilty when he wakes up and sees this butterfly. Treat him to his own chapter. When I return to Zhaoyang Palace, where I often work as a carpenter, I will see your aunt's old wooden comb dropped on the ground."
Not to mention the sweet past between the emperor and his dead wife, apart from the two of them, no third person knows about it.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty couldn't help himself when he saw Mrs. Li weeping on the front of his clothes. If this situation could not make the emperor who had lost his wife only four years feel guilty, it would be too hard-hearted.
Tai'an thought for a while, and praised the little prince, "Tall! It's really tall!"
The prince thought for a moment, but still carefully told: "Your safety is the most important thing in everything. If there is any unexpected risk, you must stop and return to my palace. Don't take any risks."
Tai'an waved his hand nonchalantly: "What can be the matter? Don't forget, this Miyagi is my home, and I can walk all over with my eyes closed. Hanzhang Palace and Weiyang Palace, where is it that I have played thousands of times?" A place with a hundred times? What's more, I'm a ghost now, what can happen? Don't worry!"
How can the prince really rest assured. Although the person was lying straight on the bed, his mind seemed to fly out with Tai'an, fluttering up and down, not at all peaceful.
However, his worries were not superfluous at all, Tai'an was indeed in trouble at this time.
She pushed down the wooden comb in Zhaoyang Hall without any effort. The comb shattered into two pieces at the sound, and everything went smoothly as the little prince expected.
However, after leaving Zhaoyang Hall and coming to Hanzhang Hall where the empress lived, Tai'an followed the heavy curtains of Hanzhang Hall to the ridge purlin. The emperor was the only one who fell asleep on the bed covered by the Jinjin quilt.
The young emperor was naked/bare with a white upper body, revealing a delicate and handsome face, and fell asleep peacefully.
The whole hall is full of fragrance, and the stone-blue bed seems to be covered with snow-white petals.
The empress, who was supposed to sleep next to the emperor, was nowhere to be seen.
Tai'an was looking fascinated, but suddenly, a huge wind blew up from the ground in the hall, circling and rising upwards. She was just a piece of paper, fluttering down on the beam of the house, how could she withstand such a strong wind, she was blown off the beam in an instant, and landed on the empty porcelain cat pillow beside the emperor in a whirl.
In the blink of an eye, Tai'an suppressed the exclamation in his heart, took advantage of the situation, turned over, and got under the porcelain cat pillow.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, and Tai'an was buried under the porcelain pillow, trying his best to poke out a pair of eyes to look out, but was covered by a drooping black hair.
Tyan understands.
It was the empress who came back from outside and slept on her pillow again.
Tai'an breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that the queen just went to go to the toilet at night, and gradually heard the even and slow breathing from the queen and queen on the pillow, and slowly felt relieved.
She waited patiently for a long time, until the bottom of the curtain revealed a little light, then Tai'an clenched the snail in her hand, slowly crawled out from under the porcelain cat pillow, started to write, and the snail powder fell very lightly, It was very faint, as if it was faintly visible, a butterfly leaped onto the sleeping left side of Queen Huashan.