Chapter 43
Feiyun is putting the things that Rong Xiangmei brought into the royal residence, slowly sorting them out and placing them on the table, seeing the treasures rewarded by the empress dowager is even more joyful, carefully placing them.
“Be careful, this konghou can’t be touched and broken.”
“That painting is put first, wait for the princess to see where to hang it.”
“It’s so lively.” Zhou Xianyang tried to ease the awkwardness in the carriage by talking about the other side of the story.
Xiangmian remembered, “Your Highness didn’t sleep last night, so I’ll tell them not to get busy, so you can catch up on your sleep first.”
Zhou Xian Yang said, “It’s fine, I’m too lazy to sleep.”
Is there anyone who doesn’t like to sleep?
He asked, “Can I hang my paintings on this wall?” Yang Zhou nodded.
Yang Xian nodded, “You can do it yourself. When the royal residence was being remodeled, I only cared about the main surface, these ornaments were all arranged by the people below, so you can change them however you want. By the way, Gu Miaoxuan’s ‘Wind and Rain Picture’ doesn’t need to be moved.”
Xiangmian had seen the painting hanging behind the dressing table yesterday, and could just see it when she looked in the mirror. His Majesty was originally going to reward her for it and hang it there so she could see it day after day.
She nodded: “Your Highness has the heart.” After saying that, she happily led the maids of honor to hang the “Dashing Hunan Picture” on the west side of the desk, put the Konghou in place, and put a small shelf on the desk to hang a gilt-silver smoky ball with bird and flower motifs. On the east dressing table, there is a bottle of boxwood flower arrangement with fresh flowers from the yard.
The rabbit lantern given to her by Fabien of the City Temple, she also brought, hanging on the wall next to the bed.
In no time at all, the house was transformed and made popular.
Zhou Xian Yang looks at the lanterns, and remembers the first time he met her at the Temple of the City of God, but it turns out that Wangfei also misses that night. He looked at her with four eyes and smiled.
He also played with the smoked ball that can be hung freely without spilling, and the incense rises like a cloud of smoke, and then fiddled with the konghou for a while, and a sudden sound attracted the eyes of all the people in the room to go over.
“Your Highness, do you mind?” Zhou Xian Yang knew that it was not good to touch other people’s things freely, but the Wangfei was her own person.
Rong Xiangyang saw that she was removing her tiara and only wore a simple magnolia jade hairpin in her bun, clear and elegant. She smiled and went over, “If Your Highness is interested, I wouldn’t mind taking on a student.”
“My clumsy hands, where am I worthy of learning this? If Your Highness is interested, how about playing a song when you have time?”
Rong Xiangshi immediately sat down, tuned the strings of the zither, and played a short tune. The maids stopped what they were doing and quietly enjoyed it.
Zhou Xian Yang listened, the sound of the zither was melodious and clear, but there was a faint sadness to it. When the Princess played, she also looked slightly sad.
After the song was finished, Xian Yang asked, “Wangfei has something on her mind?”
Rong Xiangxian smiled, but his eyes were not the slightest bit joyful: “How could they be? It’s the big day.”
After saying that, he got up and continued to organize.
Zhou Xian Yang had doubts, walked outside, went to the inner study in the west, and ordered someone to call Lin Lang to him, “What’s wrong with your girl?”
Lin Lang is different from Fei Yun Fei Xue, she has known King Yu since she was young, and naturally will not be as preoccupied with just recognizing each other as they are. She took the initiative to say, “That konghou, was used by the girl’s birth mother before she was born. Today, it is the birthday ceremony of the girl’s birth mother.”
“No wonder.”
“Usually, even on days in the palace, the Sixth Princess would let the girl go out of the palace on this day to pay homage to the West Mountain.”
“West Mountain? Isn’t that the largest burial hill outside of Jinling City?”
“It is. Before the old Duke of State died, he gave the word that Aunt Chu would not be allowed to wear mourning and would not be allowed to enter the genealogy of her ancestors’ graves. Auntie has no one to turn to in her lonely grave in the western mountains, and only the girl will go to pay her respects. Now that the girl is a member of the royal family, she can’t pay her respects without authorization. Before she left the palace, she went to the grave and grieved for a while.”
Zhou Xian Yang heard, the heart of a hundred intolerance, immediately called the small south small north command a pass, and went back to the room.
Rong Xiangxian was holding a picture of a lamb kneeling at the breast and was lost in thought.
Zhou Xian Yang walked behind her and gently hugged her.
Rong Xiangmian was startled and subconsciously tried to break away. She realizes that it’s King Yu and allows him to wrap his arms around her waist. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, holding the painting together, “The crow feeds back, the lamb kneels, the animals know kindness, not to mention you and me.”
Xiangmian thought he was feeling sorry for his life and sympathizing with the same disease, not realizing that Yu Wang would say, “Let’s go to the West Mountain.”
She immediately turned around and advised, “Your Highness, this is out of order. It will be used to make an issue out of it to the point of impeaching you, and at that time, even a hat like undermining the royal heavenly authority can be put on your head.”
Knowing that she was always thoughtful, Xian Yang said, “We’re not going to go with a bang, we’ll change into our regular clothes, put on our hats, and just the two of us will go quietly and come back quietly, so who will know?”
Rong Xiangmian heart naturally very hope so, but: “Your Highness you do not taboo? The first day of the wedding.”
“Taboo?” Xian Yang laughed, “What’s taboo about someone who has slept with a corpse on his pillow!”
Seeing him like this, Rong Xiang saw that he dared to make up his mind and said to Fei Yun, “Go prepare two offerings.”
“Why two?” Zhou Xian Yang was curious.
“The late wife of the Minister of Rites, Lord Wang, is also buried in the Western Mountain.”
“Coroner Wang? The good story of their husband and wife is considered a sensation in the country’s dynasty, but it’s a pity that the heavens don’t give up.”
Rong Xiangmei also sighed quite a bit, “Mrs. Wang was an extremely talented woman who accompanied Lord Wang from a mere white coat to a third-ranking official. She opened a women’s school at her home to teach. I studied at her home for a few years before I entered the palace, and she is also considered a mentor to me.”
“So whenever you go to the Western Mountain, you also go to pay your respects to her?”
Rong Xiangxian nodded, a little embarrassed, “I’ve caused trouble for Your Highness.”
Zhou Xian Yang laughed, “What trouble or not, we are family now, don’t say such foreign words again.”
A short while later, Xiao Nan came in with two pieces of clothing made of ordinary fabrics, two hats, and two pairs of boots.
The maids waited for them to change out of their gorgeous clothes and put on plain clothes, tying their hats and hats, with the feather veils slightly covering their faces, but they could see the road outside.
Zhou Xianyang took Rong Xiangxian out of the backyard and walked towards the west. Surprisingly, there was not a single servant along the way, and after leaving the small gate on the west side of the royal residence, heading north was a small alley where Xiao Bei was waiting with two horses.
Two people get on the horse, to the outside of the city. Shanhe Street is originally in the west of the city, it is very convenient to go to Xilin Gate.
Outside the city gates, the two horses, as if breaking free from the bondage of the Jinling, galloped.
The scenery along the way is full of life, mountain flowers, birds, waterfalls, stone bridge side of the weeping willows, outlined the most beautiful scenery of the Jinling.
When we passed a narrow road by the river, the branches of the trees on the mountain biks were placed in a strange position above the road.
Zhou Xian Yang slowed down his speed and slowly approached, lifting his hand to raise the branch high above his head, signaling Xiangmian to pass first.
Rong Xiangmian smiles as he brushes past King Yu on his horse and says, “Thank you, Your Highness.”
King Yu returns, “No thanks.”
Xiangmian pursed his lips and relaxed the reins, and the horse immediately sped up. Zhou Xian Yang was busy putting down the tree branch and steered his horse to catch up.