Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven Beauty

Shen Wan finally saw Bi Yao in person. She had seen her portrait once.But now I feel that although the son is elegant and good at painting, he is far from being able to paint the beauty of this woman.Even when she was in such a state of surprise, suspicion, jealousy and fear, she had to admit that she was really a peerless beauty.It was already dusk, but when he saw Biyao, he felt dizzy as if his eyes were blinded by the sun.Bi Yao entered the palace at the age of sixteen, so this year must be in her thirties, right?She looks even more delicate and crystal-clear than herself, her skin is as soft as snow, her eyes are deep and charming, her hair is black and shining like cold stars in the dark night, her figure is exquisite and soft as if she is boneless, even though she has given birth to two The child, however, does not appear to be fat at all, but instead has the alluring beauty of a ripe cherry. It is the fruit that grows on the top of the branches in midsummer and early autumn. , worried that she would fall off at any time, wanted to reach out to pick it up, but couldn't catch it, and my whole heart was hanging for her.What she gives people is such a dangerous temptation. The whole person seems to be shining, like a firefly reflecting the snow, shining from under the skin of the eyebrows, eyes, bright and glamorous, but also full of frost.She has an indescribable evil spirit, but she is not Fengchen, as if her talent and style are beyond her control, and there is a natural arrogance in her demeanor, which makes people dare not neglect her.

Shen Wan never thought that there would be a person in this world who possesses two qualities of arrogance and coquettishness at the same time.It's not in vain that she is called Bi Yao, but she herself is like a sweet and alluring poison.No wonder Mingzhu brought her into the mansion to be raised since she was a child, no wonder the young master fell in love with her so much when she was ten years old, no wonder she was favored by the emperor as soon as she entered the palace, and had a son twice in three years, no wonder even the emperor suspected that she had a relationship with her The young master has an affair, yet he is still so obsessed with her and pampered her, he even brought her with him when he went to the Ming Mansion to enjoy the flowers—maybe, she was the one who came up with the idea of ​​viewing the flowers?And her original intention was not to admire the flowers, but to come to Tongzhi Hall to offer incense.

She came to see the son and tried her best.Just like she used to do. In the past, how did she achieve that time and time again that "when the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world"? Shen Wan suddenly thought of "Mulan Flower" written by Mr. Que Nalan: The flowers are cold-eyed, and I feel sorry for the late spring. Know this life, know this life, see Qing. Natural and peerless, if you don't believe it, lovesickness is confusing. If you understand lovesickness, you will share the same branch with Han Ping. Needless to say, the words are naturally referring to this Nalan Biyao.Besides her, who else can be called "natural peerless"?The allusion that the branches of Han Ping and his wife merged on the grave after the death of the son was used in the son's poem, which means that he regarded Biyao as the absolute love in his heart.

Shen Wan couldn't help being ashamed of herself, not to mention that she was dragging her body now, even when she was singing, dancing and dancing lightly and charmingly, she was still not as good as the beauty in front of her who was so calm.What is a stunning beauty, she really saw it.Once had the favor of such a beauty, how could the young master fall in love with her?She bowed timidly and stepped aside. Bi Yao gave her a light look, half-seeing, turned around, and only spoke to the mirror: "I heard from my aunt that you are good at combing your hair. My hair is messed up. You can brush it up for me."

Shen Wan said "yes", rolled up her sleeves, first took off the jasper bracelet on her wrist, then chose the smallest toothbrush in the makeup box, and stood behind Bi Yao.The maid had already been ordered, and when the servant girl brought in the shavings water, she made an appointment to go out together. Only Shen Wan and Bi Yao were left in the room.Shen Wan dipped the toothbrush in water, faced the mirror, first combed the hair on the top of Biyao, then brushed the scattered hair wet little by little, gently brushed it up, and tied it with jasmine needles.Biyao's hair is of very good quality, as if soaked in ink and then smeared with oil, it is black, shiny and thick.Xiang Wan's light casts a shadow on one side of her face, making her face facing the light extraordinarily bright, while the side hidden in the shadow is mysterious and glamorous, looking a little cloudy and uncertain, unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow.

The sound of singing in the front yard pierces the flowers and willows, faintly heard, it is Du Liniang's festival, with water sounds and flower fragrance, more mellow and lingering.Shen Wan couldn't help turning her ears to listen carefully, and the movements of her hands became softer than before, as if following the beat. Bi Yao looked at Shen Wan in the mirror, examined her eyebrows, eyes, and waist one by one, and after a long while, suddenly said: "They said that you have met Rong Ruo since you were twelve years old, and you will guard him. Seven years. Are you talking nonsense?"

Shen Wan was taken aback for a moment, knowing that this concubine Hui was an enemy but not a friend, she couldn't help being vigilant secretly, while putting on the phoenix crown for her again, and straightening out the pearl hanging under the Jindi bird, she said lightly: "The show you just listened to is not good. Then Du Liniang only met Liu Xiucai in a dream, and she fell ill with love, and died of an illness. My son, to me, originally saved his life, even if he tied a grass ring, it would be difficult to repay him, let alone guarding his body?" Bi Yao snickered and said, "That's pretty sweet, but I don't believe it. She even said she was pregnant—how could Rong Ruo fall in love with someone like you?"

It seemed as if a whole basin of ice water was being poured down, or a cart of mud and sand was pouring head-on, Shen Wan swayed a few times and could hardly stand, she had to grab the back of the chair to support herself.She looked in the mirror, and couldn't believe that the words just now came from the mouth of this beautiful woman in front of her.The woman spoke so easily and firmly, as if she was stating an indisputable fact. As a singing girl, it's not that Shen Wan doesn't understand what contempt and ridicule are, but there has never been a person who can give contempt so firmly and casually.That tone seemed to be evaluating a mangy cat and dog, so unworthy of contempt and indisputable tone.

She instinctively protected her stomach, looked hostilely at Bi Yao in the mirror, and felt a heartfelt cold, as if her whole body was immersed in an ice cave.The only resistance is the unyielding eyes. The eyes of the two people collided in the mirror, and they were both at war, refusing to give in to each other.However, Bi Yao's eyes are like arrows, while Shen Wan's eyes are like shields.Shen Wan's heart was already timid, but she tried her best to tell herself that she must not give in, she must not lose. After a while, Bi Yao turned around slowly, and finally looked at Shen Wan squarely.She was actually smiling, with such a bright spring color on her lips, but an indescribable chill in her eyes, she just smiled lightly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Wan's wrist very quickly.

Shen Wan was stunned for a while before she knew how to break free, and instinctively took a step back, completely ignorant of what kind of medicine this empress was selling in her gourd.But she has already started to tremble, staring at Bi Yao's perfectly shaped lips, wondering how she will pronounce her crime. Bi Yao smiled softly again, her voice was very soft, but she bit each word clearly, as if it was a word that could not be disobeyed: "Let's go, leave Mingfu, never mention Rong Ruo's name again .” "No!" Shen Wan blurted out, the icy chill didn't wait to disappear, but a burst of anger ignited, as if she was being fried in a frying pan.She went all out and looked straight at the graceful Concubine Hui.So what if you are rebellious?No one can let her leave Nalan!Even if she dies, she will not let anyone take away the young master Nalan in her heart, not even the ninety-five supreme emperor!

Instinctively, she took another step back, but at the same time, she puffed her stomach forward in an almost exaggerated posture, imitating Bi Yao's tone, and said very slowly: "Young master loves me, I am your son's I'm dead. I will give birth to this child for him, and let him be named Nalan!" "Presumptuous!" Bi Yao finally got angry, stood up abruptly, if intentionally or not, he flicked the jade bracelet that Shen Wan had just unloaded on the dressing table to the ground, breaking it into several pieces. While she used the greatest contempt to severely damage Shen Wan's principles, Shen Wan also directly challenged her bottom line.Nalan, this surname only belongs to her and Rong Ruo.Nalan Chengde and Nalan Biyao, the two of them are the only two Nalan clans in the world, and no third person is allowed to share them.And this Shen Wan of unknown origin, this cheap singing girl, is going to give birth to a bastard named Nalan!How can this be! She stared at Shen Wan coldly, her eyes were like sharp scissors, as if she wanted to cut off her clothes and cut out her heart.And her words are sharper and colder than her eyes, and more lethal: "Just now, I have checked your pulse for you. The evil seed in your stomach is not forgiving at all. If you are sensible, leave now Mingfu, you can still save your life; otherwise, I will let you die without a place to bury you!" The flames disappeared, and the cold returned.Shen Wan was defeated. She understood that she was not defeated by Biyao's beauty, nor by Biyao's power, but by the facts.Young Master Nalan died on May 30th, but she conceived at the end of July, the time difference was more than a month.With Biyao's medical skills, he already knew the pulse as soon as he took it. How could this be a sign that he was about to give birth in half a month?As long as Biyao discloses this fact to everyone, she will have to leave the Ming Mansion. It is even unknown whether she will escape unscathed—Mingzhu will not be willing to be deceived by a prostitute, let alone let the Nalan family's scandal To spread the word, the most likely thing he will do is to silence it.Let her disappear into the invisible like the bitter bamboo monk. Now it was no longer a basin of cold water, but a whole glacier submerged her. She was struggling up and down in the river, unable to hold on to even a dead tree.She cried out in her heart: "Nalan save me!" But suddenly thought, Nalan?Which Nalan?The dead Nalan Rongruo, or the Nalan Biyao in front of him? The dead one couldn't save her; the one in front of him only wanted her to die!In fact, she and Nalan have no predestined relationship! "One generation, one pair in one's life, fighting to teach two places of ecstasy!" The "a couple" refers to Rong Ruo and Bi Yao, what does it have to do with her, Shen Wan?For a long time, gratitude and revenge have supported her life like two crutches. The strong desire to avenge her son's grievances has filled every inch of her skin and every pore, making her such a humble and insignificant singing girl have the courage and wisdom to walk alone. , from Qingyin Pavilion to the Mingzhu Prime Minister's Mansion, and walked in front of the most favored Concubine Hui in the harem.But at this moment, standing in front of this cold and arrogant beauty who shares the same surname with Mr. Rong Ruo, her wish seemed so frivolous and absurd. Nalan Biyao is Nalan Rongruo's lover.What is she, Shen Wan?Grace shouldn't be hers, Shen Wan's, and hatred shouldn't be hers, Shen Wan's.From the beginning to the end, she lived out of their sight, far away, like a stranger.It's always been, irrelevant! "Lovesickness looks at each other but does not have a blind date, who is spring for?" It was Biyao that the young master had longed for each other from birth to death.The cycle of spring and autumn, the ruthlessness of time, has nothing to do with her, Shen Wan! Shen Wan took a step back, and then another step, all the way to the door, there was no way back.She looked at the shattered jade bracelet with nostalgia, and her heart was broken into thousands of pieces.It's better to be broken jade than to be whole, what choice does she have? Since the son's death, there has never been a moment when she felt colder, more hopeless, and more lonely and helpless than now.In the past, no matter how difficult and dangerous it was, she always said in her heart: Young Master will help me, Young Master will teach me, Young Master will save me.But now, she doesn't have this kind of self-confidence, because, of course, Bi Yao and the young master are closer than her!And when that first love, who had a closer and closer relationship with the son, forced her to leave, what else could she say and do? She put her hand on the door frame, and suddenly sang in a low voice: "It's easy to beg for milk from the blue bridge, but it's hard to go to the blue sea when the medicine is ready. If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget about poverty." In this sentence, there is his name "Rong Ruo" and her name "Bi Yao". When Rong Ruo and Bi Yao "love each other" and "relatively forget poverty", they also forget all the things in the world at the same time. Love and hate, fame and fortune, right?In their eyes, the whole world no longer exists, let alone Shen Wan, an irrelevant outsider?She thought of the situation when the news of Mr. Nalan's death came out, she was kneeling in black and long outside the Xiangguo's mansion and couldn't get in, she thought of her miserable years in Shuanglin Temple, she thought of Monk Kuzhu's coercion and her killing with poison ——How difficult it is to get to this step, to gain the approval of the Ming family and to have a vague identity.But now, Bi Yao wants to expose her and chase her away!To ask her to leave Mingzhu Mansion, bid farewell to Tongzhi Hall forever, and turn all her efforts into running water, how cruel! The eaves of Tongzhi Hall lead out to the corridor, and there are five stone steps under the corridor, each of which is carved with a kind of flower.Shen Wan sang softly, shedding tears as she sang, and when she finished the last sentence, she suddenly let go of her hand, leaned back, deliberately tripped her left foot with her right foot, and forced herself to fly backwards from the threshold ——It really flew up, her body was wolfish and heavy, but her soul flew higher and farther than her body, flying lightly and soothingly in mid-air, clearly seeing the wind chimes, rolling curtains, Bird cages, mynahs, parrots, thrushes, white tongues, red and indigo chins in the cages, maids, nurses, and water maidens standing behind the railings, tassels on the heads of the maids, and stone steps The plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, and lotus on the ground—then, she tumbled down from the five stone steps, as if a bird had broken its wings and fell weakly on the grass outside the stone steps. The last impression in her consciousness was: just five steps away from the place where she fell, an unknown green flower bloomed on the grass, because it was too thin and green, mixed with the grass, no one had ever noticed Pass. The palace servants and women in the corridor outside the door were stunned for a long time, took a sip of tea and swallowed it hard, and then they finally woke up and screamed in unison. The Shui Niang didn't have time to check the injury, and screamed: "Madam, it's not good..." He rushed out all the way to deliver the report.Even Bi Yao staggered out from the door, and saw Shen Wan lying on the ground, curled up with pain in her stomach, and blood flowed out from under her, quickly staining the grass, and the green grass in the middle. A little green flower... The opera in the front yard was being sung lively at this time, "Picking Up Paintings" and "Calling Paintings" in it.The amorous scholar Liu Mengmei narrated her heartfelt heart to the person in the painting on the wall, calling out repeatedly, making all kinds of romantic and charming figures, calling out "my real sister", and then singing: "You know how to cry blood to Zhenzhen?" Don’t blame Xiaosheng, I screamed, you sneeze like smallpox.” After singing this sentence, she turned around and flicked her sleeves, startled and overjoyed, worrying about gains and losses, “Hey, he’s coming down—he’s moving Lingbo, full of desire Next—ah, don't you see any shadows at all?" After singing three sighs, everyone was fascinated by the praise.Kangxi suddenly remembered something, turned back to Mingzhu and said: "I remember Rong Ruoyouque's "Yu Meiren", in which there is a sentence "Being a dreamer for Yipan, Chang Xianghuatu Qingye calls Zhenzhen", which can be directly compared with this passage "Calling "Painting" is comparable." Mingzhu said modestly: "The emperor has congratulated you. It was made by Xiaoer to commemorate his original wife, Mrs. Lu Shi." Taking advantage of the situation, he raised the silver jug ​​to toast.After Kangxi drank, he ordered him to sit beside him and talk, and asked, "What is the whole word? Do you remember it?" Mingzhu Yuzi didn't know much about his son's words, but this "Poppy" was sung all over the world, and sometimes the family Shen Wan also played and sang at the banquet, but she still remembered, so she recited aloud: The love of spring is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the flakes are urged to fall off. What's the matter with the setting sun? It's almost dusk. I don't know if there are still souls in the world. Don't dream of the silver paper at that time, the dense string is concentric. The dreamer for Yipan, Chang Xianghuatu Qingye called Zhenzhen. Kangxi listened and sighed: "What's the matter with the setting sun? It's almost dusk. I don't know that there are still souls in the world. Now it sounds like it was done for this situation and this situation. Who would have thought that Nalan's bodyguards are so young, so there is no reason Duan did not summon the soul in the world?" Mingzhu felt sad for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little drunk.For the courtiers, it is undoubtedly a kind of favor to receive the banquet from the emperor; it is even more honorable for the emperor to be able to visit him and receive his banquet in turn.This situation is like a concubine in the palace, who can be summoned by the emperor to sleep with her, and carried into the Hall of Mental Cultivation by the eunuch wrapped in a quilt, which is called "back palace". Instead, he went to the concubine's bedroom in person, had a drink with the concubine and went to Wushan together, which is called "walking the palace". Of course, ordinary show girls do not have this opportunity. Only those concubines with titles and their own independent bedroom can enjoy this qualification. Long Chengfeng, in order to have a bigger place to put his own bed, he must first try his best to get on the emperor's bed. Now, Mingzhu's niece, Biyao, is on the dragon bed and has been promoted to concubine Hui; he himself has the honor to invite the emperor to come to his residence to listen to operas and enjoy flowers;But as for his son Nalan Chengde, he never had the opportunity to "wait under the moon and the west chamber, with the windward house half open" together.And in a sense, the favor between himself and Bi Yao is greater than before, and it is precisely because of Rong Ruo's untimely death. Just as she was feeling sad, she suddenly saw a commotion at the lady's table. Mrs. Jueluo got up and left the table, and hurried to the back garden together. Just as she was about to ask someone to inquire, she saw the housekeeper standing on tiptoe behind the screen. With her feet poking her head in this direction, Mingzhu nodded secretly, and before she could find an excuse to leave temporarily, Kangxi had already seen her, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" Mingzhu had no choice but to reprimand the housekeeper: "You ignorant slave, you still dare to disturb the holy driver, how many heads do you have?" After eating and drinking, the butler was so frightened that he was so frightened that he hurriedly crawled all the way over on his knees, kowtowed like pounding garlic, but didn't know what to say.Mingzhu was afraid that the emperor would be suspicious, so she had to leave the table in person, kicked her feet, and urged: "Quickly tell me, what's the matter?" The housekeeper was determined, and said in a crying voice: "I tell the master, when Miss Shen in the back garden was combing Concubine Hui's hair, she fell down because of fear or something, and heard Mrs. Shui say that the blood flow It's almost flooding the garden..." "Shut up." Mingzhu was taken aback, but tried her best to suppress her panic and shouted, "Don't be rude in front of the emperor." Kangxi waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to take responsibility, but asked: "Who is this Miss Shen? How could such a big accident happen after a fall?" Mingzhu didn't dare to hide anything, so she hesitated and said a few words about Shen Wan's origin.Surprised and suspicious, Kangxi hurriedly said: "Let the imperial doctor go and have a look, and report quickly." Then he asked, "How is the concubine Hui? Why did you comb your hair, and you killed yourself?" Saying that, the servants in the palace surrounded Concubine Hui and came back.All the servants in the palace looked panicked, but Concubine Hui remained calm and An Ya as usual, nothing could be seen on her face.Mingzhu and all the ministers saluted and retreated.Kangxi then asked: "How is that Miss Shen? Is the child all right?" Concubine Hui only replied indifferently: "It's nothing." There was no other words. Kangxi then asked the entourage's mother and maid: "Why are you so careless?" The nanny hurriedly knelt down and reported: "It turned out that the empress and Miss Shen were combing their hair in the room. When the empress finished combing and returned to the table, Miss Shen rushed to the front to close the curtain. She thought it was inconvenient, but somehow she tripped and fell. I fell down the steps. At this moment, the person has been carried into the Tongzhi Hall, and the imperial physicians are surrounding him for treatment, and they have already passed it on to Mrs. Wen." Mingzhu also knelt down to thank her for the shock, and respectfully asked the emperor and empress to continue listening to the play, not to lose interest in a little incident in her family.Kangxi waved his hand, and said solemnly: "You can appreciate flowers anytime, and listen to operas anytime, but the guards of Chengde have passed away, so it is a blessing to God to leave this posthumous child. You can't get it again, and you have to say anything." Keep it." After hearing this, everyone knelt down and shouted long live, thanking the Lord for loving the people like a son.Kangxi gave a few more instructions, ordering him to report to the palace at any time if he had the right letter, and then he took Concubine Hui to drive back to the palace. The palace carriages were busy, and Kangxi and Concubine Hui were sitting in the imperial chariot, full of worries.In early spring and February, the weeping willows on the roadside are not yet evenly yellow, and the leaves of the poplar tree are still hanging from the past winter, which seems a bit like autumn.Even the rising moon is like the autumn moon hanging high, passing through the ages and ages, from the Tang Dynasty to today, and the ruins of houses and temples on the roadside are also black, adding a kind of ancient interest, Prosperity is the prosperity of ancient times, and decadence is also the decline of ancient times. "The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. Every night is like a ring, and every night is missing." Bi Yao opened the car curtain and looked at the first quarter moon in the sky, her mind was also half cloudy and half sunny.The loneliest love in the world is "Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky will be heartbroken every night", right? The time of the gods is boundless, so lovesickness and loneliness are also boundless.Chang'e has been waiting for eight thousand years, and will continue to wait, and will never wait for a moment of reunion.She became a fairy, the loneliest, most helpless and unhappy fairy in the world, so the blue sky and blue sea, lovesickness every night, never ending. It is not without chance that the Jade Emperor covets her beauty, the canopy covets her style, and Wu Gang waits for her loneliness. However, they are not her companions after all.Because loneliness is her fate, it was doomed at the moment when she stole the medicine and ascended, and there was no escape. Perhaps Chang'e's biggest mistake was not selfishness, but in her selfish heart, there was still a residual love for Houyi. "It's easy to beg for blood to the blue bridge, but it's hard to go to the blue sea for medicine. If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. " Shen Wan's singing lingered in Bi Yao's ears again, her face was unmoved, but tears were streaming from the bottom of her heart.In the days when she and Rong Ruo "love each other and see each other but not date each other", she once had the idea of ​​"Ruo Rong visits and drinks Oxford" to elope, but it is easier said than done? She had to admit: Shen Wan, that woman from a humble background, is indeed extraordinary.She is not only quick-witted, but also decisive enough to prevent herself from revealing the truth by falling and having an abortion. This fall, the child will probably be lost, and since she is not pregnant, he can no longer accuse her of lack of months.How much courage and determination do you need to do this kind of death?Although her child is not Rong Ruo, but she must have some relationship with Rong Ruo, right?If Rong Ruo fell in love with such a woman—no, Rong Ruo would not fall in love with anyone, he only had himself in his heart!Apart from Nalan Biyao, Nalan Rongruo would not fall in love with any woman! The car suddenly slammed, and with a slight jump, Bi Yao swayed, Kangxi stretched out his hand and hugged her, and Bi Yao fell into the emperor's arms.The two of them half embraced and half hugged each other, neither of them spoke for a long time, a feeling of desolation suddenly appeared in their hearts.The two of them, as emperors and empresses, possess the wealth and glory of the whole world, but at this moment, they are both thinking about a dead bodyguard and a singing girl of unknown origin.It was as if there were more than two people sitting in the car, and there were eyes everywhere, prying into the thoughts and secrets of the Nine-Five Supreme Being.It made him dare not speak easily, for he was afraid that the secret in his heart would be overheard by heaven and earth. Kangxi sighed silently.Nalan Rongruo, that well-known poet and bodyguard who died young, was once his most loyal follower and the most troublesome abdominal problem, especially when sitting next to him was this lover named Nalan Biyao. When he was a concubine, Nalan Chengde's existence was even more real and crowded.He couldn't help wondering what happened in Tongzhi Hall just now.But he knew that even if he asked Biyao, he would not get the truth, so it was better not to ask. There are countless beauties in the harem, all trying their best to compete for his one-night favor, but he has a special liking for Nalanbi Yao, and he misses her when he doesn't see her for a few days, just like a commoner boy who has never seen the world .Sometimes he was very angry with his love for children, so he deliberately refused to call Bi Yao to bed for several days in a row, deliberately chilling her.However, for at most three nights, it was him, the emperor of the Sangong Sixth Courtyard, who felt neglected like a broken love. It is precisely because of this that when he picked up the ribbon of Chengde's bodyguard on the steps outside Biyao's palace, he was so furious and at the same time worried about gains and losses, he couldn't simply relegate her to the cold palace or ignore her thing.He wants to find out the truth, but he is also afraid of knowing the truth, and such suspicion cannot be handed over to anyone for a thorough investigation.After Rong Ruo's death, he got rid of his serious worry and made up his mind not to pursue Bi Yao's past so as not to disturb others.He loved and spoiled Bi Yao more than before, even when she asked to go to Mingzhu Mansion to enjoy the flowers, he also agreed to her. He clearly knew that her sincerity was not in flowers, but in people.But so what?Rong Ruo is already dead, so let her go to Tongzhi Hall to pay homage, so what if her wish is fulfilled?What's more, for Rong Ruo's death, he felt guilty and regretful to some extent.Therefore, he was willing to repay Mingzhu and Biyao twice, giving them more honor and favor. The car bumped again, and Kangxi couldn't help holding Biyao tighter, as if he was afraid that someone would take it away.Deep down in his heart, even he himself didn't want to admit it, he always regarded Nalan Rongruo not only as a bodyguard and a courtier, but also as an opponent. This situation had already started when he suspected that there was an affair between Nalan's guard and Concubine Hui, before he regarded Rong Ruo as a rival in love—— When Kangxi saw Rong Ruo for the first time in the court hall, he had a strange feeling, as if what he saw was not an example, but an opponent. He has always been proud of his literary skills and martial arts virtues, and he is unparalleled in the world.However, seeing this handsome young man named Nalan Chengde at this moment, he felt a sense of melancholy.Because he was a few months younger than himself, he had already won the Jinshi, and he had already won the Jinshi three years ago, but he missed the court and failed to be admitted at the age of eighteen.He is a Manchu boy and the son of Mingzhu, so it goes without saying that he is a master of riding and shooting.What's even more rare is that, having grown up in a rich and wealthy vanity fair, he doesn't have the slightest snobbery about him, but is elegant and unrestrained with a poetic and literary spirit in his belly. If it weren't for the rule that no one can enter the Dingjia, it would be possible for him to be the number one scholar, right?Moreover, he was so neither humble nor overbearing, so heroic, standing among the rich and well-educated Confucians, he stood out from the crowd like a chicken, elegant and elegant, which can only be described by the words "dragon and phoenix among people". I am the real dragon emperor!But if I was not born in the emperor's family, not the emperor, but just one of the many students, and I have to rush for the exam, can I guarantee that I will pass the exam?Then he compares himself... But so what?Based on how talented he is in literature and martial arts, isn't he going to stand here and wait for his hand-picked selection?His fame has to be bestowed by himself, and his top title has to be rewarded by himself. So, what position should he be rewarded with? After much deliberation, Kangxi decided that such a rare opponent should not be given a job casually, and let him out of his vision.Even if he is only given a seventh-rank official, it means that somewhere in the world, there is a person who is comparable to himself in talent and virtue, who dominates one side alone and leads the coquettishness.He can't let him be so carefree, he has to watch him and let him display his talents in front of his own eyes, then, no matter how capable he is, he is also working for himself. He thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to promote him to be the imperial bodyguard and escort him.At that time, he never thought that because of this inexplicable selfishness, the reunion between Nalan's bodyguard and his concubine Biyao would happen. It was the beginning of a rainy autumn day in the fifteenth year of Kangxi.At that time, Nalan Rongruo and Nalan Biyao had not seen each other for many years. He had grown into a handsome young man, and she was a stunning beauty with various styles. The time is just right, but the situation is so unbearable. It is in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.Kangxi had already turned over the brand of Nalan Biyao, but suddenly remembered a business matter, so he sent Nalan's guards to discuss it.When the eunuch came to the front of the hall carrying the green medicine wrapped in brocade quilts, Nalan Rongruo had not retreated yet.So, Bi Yao could only lie on the eunuch's shoulder with her jade body, waiting under the thrush corridor, waiting in the autumn rain. It's enough time for a cup of tea, Rong Ruo withdrew.Seeing a concubine attending the bed, Shouli asked, "See you, my lady", and stepped aside to wait for the jade man to pass by.However, that familiar voice had already made Bi Yao unable to bear turning his head on the eunuch's shoulder. After a glimpse, he was shocked to see that the whole body was wrapped in brocade quilt, only showing a face. It was his cousin Bi Yao who hadn't seen him for seven years. The boundless silk rain stopped at that moment, and the moonlight pierced through the clouds, shining on Bi Yao's delicate and charming face.Eleven years have passed since he made a long-term promise to her by the Lushui Pond when he was ten years old, to when she and he reunited as a concubine and a guard, a married woman and a married man. ! The courtyard of Xie’s family is remnant and erected, with carved beams in the swallow’s dwelling, and a silver wall on a monthly basis. Can you tell the fragrance from the flowers? This feeling has become a memory of its own, scattered mandarin ducks, cool after the rain, a dream eleven years ago. He later used this song to record the situation at that time, but he pretended to hide it, and only used "Xie's Family Courtyard" to deceive people's eyes and ears.Who can understand how much pain must have been in his heart at that time? This year, he was twenty-one and she was twenty-three. It was the time when youth was full of beauty and feelings. How could it not be thrilling to reunite with the first love? Later, when hunting in the suburbs, when escaping the summer heat in the palace, when going out on tour in micro clothes, she accompanied him, and he escorted him. Time and time again, they met unexpectedly, at the wrong time and place, one after another. When I meet again and again, it seems that it is wrong for him to answer or not answer the difficult questions given by God. How wrong, and how willing!