Adore Trick of Beauty

Early the next morning, Nie Wushuang came to the "Ziwei Palace". Jade Concubine was studying embroidery patterns with Yamei with her hair loose. When she saw her coming, Jade Concubine teased with a half-smile: "Hey, what kind of wind blows our Jie Your Majesty, you are blowing here. Let’s go and see if the magpies are chirping outside.”

When the Yamei people saw Nie Wushuang coming, they couldn't help but stood up quickly and saluted respectfully: "Empress Jieyu is here." Nie Wushuang helped her stand up, smiled at Jade Concubine and said: "Isn't this Jade Concubine your concubine's entertainment? I didn't have time the past few days, so if I have time today, I'll come over and see if my wife is feeling better?"

The jade concubine threw away the embroidery sample in her hand and said lazily: "I won't get better, and I won't die either."

She glanced at Nie Wushuang and said to Yamei: "Go and get the preserved peaches you pickled earlier. I have been craving for them for days."

After hearing this, Yami couldn't help but retreat with a smile: "I know."

Jade Concubine watched Yamei's figure disappear, and looked at Nie Wushuang with lightning eyes: "We finally pulled that person down, why did she let her see the emperor again?"

Nie Wushuang said slowly: "The emperor still has her in his heart, and we must slowly let him know that that person is not worthy of his love. What we want is for the emperor to give up on her. Only when the emperor's heart is empty can he fall in love with someone else again." A woman, isn’t she?”

Jade Concubine thought carefully for a while and looked at Nie Wushuang with complicated eyes: "You are still good, knowing that a snake will hit you seven inches. If the emperor encounters you, a goblin, I am afraid he will be tortured to death by you."

Nie Wushuang smiled sweetly and did not comment.

The jade concubine sighed, looked at the complicated mandarin duck embroidery on the table, and said quietly: "Only you can stay out of the matter. The emperor... is a man who can make all women fall in love. But you don't."

A hint of darkness flashed across Nie Wushuang's beautiful eyes, and he changed the topic: "Yamei is so beautiful, but she is still a beauty. It is indeed aggrieved. Feng"

Jade Concubine looked at her in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"It's not good to be alone, but spring is when the garden is full of spring scenery." Nie Wushuang smiled so hard that his eyebrows were full of bone-cutting charm: "If an elegant and beautiful woman is favored, it will also be good for the Jade Concubine, right?"

Jade Concubine looked at her blankly for a long time, and finally sighed: "What exactly do you want?"

Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes: "What I want is just a trivial stability. And the sincere help of the Jade Concubine and the Yamei."

She raised her head and said something that even she couldn't believe: "I am just a weak woman in the country of Ying. If I no longer have anyone to rely on, I will be even more miserable in the future."

…

Nie Wushuang held Xia Lan's hand and returned to the palace. Before leaving, she made an appointment with Yamei to drink tea and play chess in the "Yonghua Palace" tomorrow. "Ziwei Palace" was relatively remote, and Nie Wushuang was not worthy of her position. She was so sweaty that she could only find a clean place to sit for a while.

Xia Lan took out a round fan to fan her and comforted her: "It would be good for your Majesty to walk more often. Doctor Yan said that there is a lot of coldness in your body and you need to activate your blood to drive it away."

Nie Wushuang glared at her angrily and amusedly: "Why did Imperial Physician Yan say that? Besides, walking more can dispel the coldness in the body? Then I might as well go out in the sun for a few days and my illness will be gone. ?”

It had been a long time since the master and servant had talked and laughed so easily, and they couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that she was in a good mood, Xia Lan deliberately told her some interesting stories. Nie Wushuang sat for a while, feeling exhausted. He stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a vermilion palace wall not far away and asked, "Where is that place?"

Xia Lan looked at it for a while and then laughed: "I forgot, this is the 'Sutra Collection Pavilion' in front of the Buddhist hall. There are many Buddhist scriptures collected by the Queen Mother. Usually few people go there."

Nie Wushuang suddenly became interested: "It's okay to go back to the palace anyway, why not go and have a look."

Xia Lan was also a playful person. When she heard this, she nodded repeatedly, sent Deshun back, and then accompanied Nie Wushuang to slowly walk towards the "Sutra-Tiding Pavilion". The "Zangjing Pavilion" is not big, it is about a two-story attic, hidden among the deep green woods. In order to prevent fire, the entire pavilion is made of stone, and only the outside is decoratively decorated with exquisite carvings. wooden windows.

Nie Wushuang went up to the "Sutra Collection Pavilion" but no one stopped him. Just as he was about to turn around and ask Xia Lan, suddenly a figure came towards him from the corner of the bookshelf. He was looking down at the scriptures in his hand and he was caught off guard to avoid bumping into Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang only smelled a whiff of sandalwood and was knocked back two steps.

"Sorry! Sorry, the young monk didn't know there was someone in front of him. Is the donor injured?..." The man apologized quickly, and in the middle of speaking, he recognized Nie Wushuang in surprise.

Nie Wushuang also recovered from the surprise: "It turns out to be - Master Qingyuan."

The person in front of him, wearing simple silk clothes and hemp shoes, was Qingyuan from Donglin Temple. He looked at Nie Wushuang with complex eyes, finally lowered his eyes and pronounced a Buddha's name: "Donor Nie, are you okay?"

Nie Wushuang thought of the previous argument with him, and the thoughts in her mind turned over and over again, and finally turned into a sigh: "This palace is very nice. I wonder why Master Qingyuan came into the palace suddenly?"

Qingyuan's clear eyes returned to calm: "It is the Queen Mother's decree to invite several eminent monks from Donglin Temple to come to the palace to give lectures, and the young monk happened to be accompanying them."

Nie Wushuang immediately understood that Empress Dowager Gao often recruited many wives of foreign officials into the palace in the name of giving lectures on scriptures. Whether it was to lecture on scriptures or to win people's hearts, it was not too difficult to guess the purpose. Empress Dowager Gao's power in the DPRK was severely weakened. She could not keep her loyal men, so she naturally had to accumulate her own strength again.

But this time it's not that easy. her year

Things are so advanced, the sun is declining, compared to Xiao Fengming, who is still a mature and ambitious emperor, who would place hope on an old lady who is dying in the palace?

Nie Wushuang looked at Qingyuan Qingjun's features and felt sorry for him in the bottom of his heart: people who have jumped out of the mortal world still cannot escape the ulterior motives of the world.

Qingyuan looked at Nie Wushuang innocently, and suddenly asked: "Has Donor Nie changed his mind?"

After Nie Wushuang was surprised after hearing this, she came back to her senses and suddenly understood what he meant. Her face darkened: "Master Qingyuan, why don't you give up convincing me?" There was mockery in her beautiful eyes: "Master Qingyuan has figured out the tiger's harm. People or your real excuse for harming people?”

Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged as he declared a Buddha's name: "The young monk has figured it out and everything comes back to his original mind. The Buddha saves those who are destined and those who are able to save. Everything is just retribution of cause and effect."

Nie Wushuang didn't want to argue with him about profound Buddhist principles, so he turned around coldly: "Buddha didn't bring me what I want. I have reached this point all because of my own efforts. The so-called letting go of hatred cannot make anyone I will escape from a dangerous situation, but will fall into a deeper hell."

"But will you be happy, Benefactor Nie?" Qingyuan raised his voice and asked, "Is it because the palace maid committed suicide in the lotus pond just because she couldn't bear the punishment?"

Nie Wushuang turned around suddenly, staring at his handsome face with beautiful eyes, and asked coldly: "What did Master Qingyuan hear?"

Qingyuan clasped his hands together and looked calm: "I have heard a lot, and there are many rumors. The young monk just feels pity. A living life has been sacrificed by the palace."

Nie Wushuang was irritated and tugged at the hem of his skirt: "Master Qingyuan has too much control. This mundane matter is not something Master Qingyuan should worry about."

"Then what should we care about? Foreigner Fang doesn't just know how to chant sutras. The suffering in the world is my suffering." Qingyuan looked at her calmly and asked again: "Can Donor Nie be truly happy now? Why don’t you want to let go of your obsessions..."

"Who said I am unhappy! Unhappy?" Nie Wushuang interrupted him, with cold sarcasm in his beautiful eyes: "When I reach a position above ten thousand people, that will be the happiest moment for me! !”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked down the pavilion, and Xia Lan hurriedly followed. And a faint sigh came from behind...

Nie Wushuang helped Xia Lan down to the attic, her mood was ups and downs. When she left the attic, she suddenly saw a touch of goose yellow in the corner of her eyes. Her eyes tightened, she stepped forward, picked up the silk handkerchief hanging by the tree trunk, and pondered.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Xia Lan asked curiously.

"Did you see anyone coming to the pavilion just now?" Nie Wushuang asked. The goose-yellow silk handkerchief in her hand only has a lifelike plum blossom embroidered on it, and there is no signature on it. It doesn't look like it belongs to the palace concubine or the palace maid.

"No, I was just behind the queen and didn't hear anyone coming upstairs." Xia Lan shook her head.

Nie Wushuang put away the handkerchief, with doubts in his eyes: "Then someone must have overheard the conversation between me and Master Qingyuan. Master Qingyuan is an outsider and will not go around talking nonsense, but if someone with a heart hears it, it might lead to Cause unnecessary trouble."

Xia Lan was shocked: "What should we do?"

"What else can we do? The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. It is not that easy to frame this palace." Nie Wushuang put the handkerchief in his arms and slowly returned to the "Yonghua Palace"

…

The next day, Yamei came as promised, and she also brought a variety of delicious snacks. Each plate was very exquisite and appetizing. Nie Wushuang tasted a few chopsticks and praised them greatly.

"Yamei Lan Xinhuizhi is really a rare talent." Nie Wushuang praised.

"Empress Jieyu is ridiculous. When she has nothing to do in the palace, she can only play with these things. How can she be as proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting as the empress, and she is deeply favored by the emperor." Yamei said.

Nie Wushuang looked at the cautious expression on her pretty face, smiled slightly, and ordered the palace servants: "Come here, bring Yamei's snacks to the emperor. Just because it's hot, Yamei specially made some appetizers and cold dishes for him. emperor."

Yang Zhi stepped forward, ordered the palace servants to bring a delicate food box, put ice cubes aside, packed it properly, and left the palace carefully. When the Yamei people saw it, they couldn't help but be moved: "Empress Jieyu still protects my concubine like this."

Nie Wushuang shook her hand and said with a smile: "Now among the three of us sisters, you are the only hope."

The Yamei man was startled: "What hope?"

Nie Wushuang's beautiful eyes were filled with a little water. At first glance, it looked like the stars in the dark night were contained in them. They were so beautiful that they were breathtaking: "Heir, silly sister, I have been injured before, so it is not easy for me to get pregnant again. Jade The concubine is not in good health and refuses to get close to the emperor. You are the only one."

Yamei was shocked and ashamed: "This...how do you say this? Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense."

Nie Wushuang sighed, with such sincerity that even he couldn't help crying: "Don't you know that I was once his wife?..."

Tears fell on the hands held by the two of them, and Yamei also shed tears sadly: "My queen, it's so painful..."

"Then if the Yamei people have a dragon son or princess in the future, can I be a foster mother?" Nie Wushuang asked tentatively.

"Of course. If there is a child, I must ask my mother to be the child's adoptive mother." Yamei said in a confused voice, "My mother-in-law said that if a child recognizes another mother, it will be an extra blessing."

Nie Wushuang laughed and said slowly: "Really..."

At this moment, the waiter suddenly sang from outside: "

The Emperor has arrived—"

Yamei stood up in surprise and looked at Nie Wushuang in disbelief: "Mother, is the emperor really here?"

It was like an effective spell, and Nie Wushuang was the one who cast it.

Naturally, Nie Wushuang would not reveal that she had invited the emperor yesterday, and sending snacks today was just to remind Xiao Fengming of her promise. So naturally he will come.

Nie Wushuang straightened her clothes, brushed her hair from her temples, and stood up gracefully. She took Yamei's arm and walked towards her, smiling: "Since the Emperor is here, it must mean that he is willing to see you."

From a distance, you can see that bright yellow man walking towards you with a graceful gait, handsome features, and a gentle smile on his thin lips. He is like a handsome cloud on the horizon, easily entering your eyes and your heart. …

An unknown smile appeared on Nie Wushuang's red lips, and she pulled Yamei to kneel down slowly: "I respectfully welcome the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live..."

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