It was another season of blooming. Rui Wang Fu was full of joy. Wang ye had just regained his position of wang wang and wang fei was pregnant. This was the best thing that had happened to Rui Wang Fu in recent years.
Before marrying into the wang fu, Lu Yu Rong had thought that Rui Wang was a lustful and lustful man. But after marrying into the wang fu, she finally understood what it meant to see was believing. On the third day after she married into the wang fu, wang ye accompanied her back to her paternal home and sent away all the tong fang in the wang fu. Even though some of them had been bestowed by the Emperor and couldn't be moved out of the fu, but the time wang ye went to these women's rooms had decreased.
She didn't know when, but wang ye started to like painting, and he liked to paint bright red flowers the most. She had asked him why he liked to paint such bright flowers but he hadn't said anything.
Before marrying, she had hidden a good man in her heart. But the Emperor's decree couldn't be disobeyed. She had no choice but to marry this man with a bad reputation. Her days were better than she had imagined.
But maybe it was the nature of men to be affectionate. After she became pregnant, wang ye started to become interested in a tong fang again. Even though he often came to see her, most of the time, he stayed with the tong fang.
But for her, this wasn't a big deal. Since she couldn't marry the man she liked, who she married, who that person loved, what did it have to do with her?
All the servants in Rui Wang Fu knew that the relationship between wang ye and the second wang fei was better than the previous one so no one dared to slight wang fei. Even more so, wang fei was pregnant. But very quickly, a sharp-eyed servant found that wang ye's new favorite tongfang's brows and even her mouth were very similar to wang fei's. The servants instantly understood. Wang fei was currently pregnant and could not share a room with wang ye. Wang ye was finding comfort in someone else.
After Lu Yu Rong heard the rumor, she became even more tolerant of those tong fang and qieshi. In the end, the houyuan of Rui Wang Fu became increasingly peaceful. It was very different from the foul atmosphere of the past.
She had once encountered a yahuan called Yao Xi in the wang fu. She recognized this yahuan. She was Qu Yue Su's personal servant girl. Thinking back to the time when she and Qu Yue Su had composed poems to amuse Jin An Princess Royal, the other wang fei had used them as a comparison. Who would have thought that Rui Wang Fei would be executed, Qu ce fei would die of illness, and she would become the second wang fei.
Fate was such a joke. She didn't get the person she wanted, but the person she didn't want was forced onto her. In the end, no one knew who was the joke and who was the one regretting it.
The first time she saw wang ye draw people, it was in the third month of her pregnancy. At that time, it was the beginning of summer and she was too hot to sleep, so she walked around. For some unknown reason, he walked into the study and saw the unfinished painting on the desk.
It was a very cold and cheerless painting. There were blooming plum blossoms, a thick layer of snow, and an exquisite sedan chair with half of the curtains lifted amidst the snowflakes. There was a blurry figure in the sedan chair, only revealing a tuft of black hair and a red sleeve.
It was an empty painting, but she felt as if she was the painter, admiring the woman in the palanquin, waiting for her to lift up all the window screens. But in the end, the woman put down all the window screens.
She sighed as she reached out to caress the red sleeve that was about to fly in the wind. Before her hand could touch the painting, heavy footsteps came from behind her.
She suddenly turned her head and saw wang ye standing at the door with a cold expression. The gaze he used to look at her was like he was looking at a stranger, slightly cold and wooden.
"Wang ye … …" Her voice was slightly disturbed. She strangely felt guilty.
"Why did wang fei come here?" He came forward to put away the painting. His tone was as gentle as usual, "I'll accompany you back. It's not easy to walk at night."
She followed him out of the study. Turning back to look at the closed door of the study, she couldn't resist asking: "Wang ye, that painting, it's very similar to the scenery outside our plum garden."
"En," He nodded noncommittally, "White snow and red plum blossoms, it's especially beautiful when painted."
Thinking about the artistic conception of that painting, she had to agree with wang ye's words. The white snow and red plum blossoms were exceptionally beautiful. Even the little bit of cloth seemed to attract people's imagination. Wang ye's paintings were getting better and better.
After that, she had never seen wang ye paint another person, not even a painting of her and her child. However, wang ye's paintings had become famous in Da Long Country. Many people were willing to spend thousands of gold just to beg for a painting from wang ye. But she rarely saw wang ye give a painting to someone. There were many paintings piled up in the fu.
She knew that the relationship between the Emperor and wang ye wasn't close so she and wang ye were rarely summoned into the palace. But luckily, wang ye's personality was much better now. So even though the palace was cold to wang ye, but if they summoned him, wang ye would endure his temper and go every time. And in front of the two Empress Dowagers and the Emperor and Empress, he was very friendly. Even she couldn't see the slightest bit of unhappiness.
If wang ye had been like this in the past, Rui Wang Fu's situation wouldn't have been so awkward.
Later, the reason that Rui Wang Fu's situation wasn't so awkward was because the Empress suddenly became interested in paintings. So all the prestigious families wanted to curry favor with the Empress and went around to buy good paintings, hoping to gain the favor of the Empress.
The Emperor and the Empress had been together for many years, but in these years, the relationship between the Emperor and Empress was as deep as ever. Many people who were waiting to watch were disappointed. In the end, they attributed the reason to the Empress being very good at maintaining her appearance. After all these years, her appearance was still so seductive.
She snorted at these sour words. In terms of appearance, the Empress was beautiful but not to the point where she could cause the downfall of a city and country. Even though she had willow brows and phoenix eyes, it wasn't hard to find. Even the tips of her brows and the corners of her eyes were the same. But she didn't have the snow-white skin and charm of the Empress.
Beautiful women could be found everywhere. What was rare was an attractive presence. The feeling the Empress gave people was that she was seductive yet otherworldly, gorgeous yet dignified. This kind of contradictory woman was rare in the world but it was easy to move people's hearts. Because this was something that came from the depths of the soul, it was hard for people to ignore.
When wang ye took out the paintings for her to bring into the palace, she was very surprised. But she hoped that the Empress would like wang ye's paintings so that the position of Rui Wang Fu wouldn't be so awkward. When her children grew up, they would be able to establish themselves in Da Long.
Kui Yuan Palace was always luxurious and bright. Every time she stepped into this place, it would make her forget that this was the hougong, but the fu of a certain family.
"Good day to third aunt," His Highness the Crown Prince, who was already seven years old, stood in front of her. His appearance was extremely good. Even though he had didi and meimei now, no one in Jing would feel that the Crown Prince's position would be shaken.
The Empress was a great woman. She had raised the Crown Prince well. His speech and actions were very polite, but not rigid.
"Good day to His Highness the Crown Prince," She couldn't help but smile. Towards a child that people liked, it was very easy for adults to soften their hearts, "Does the Empress have free time right now?"
"Muhou just said, if I met you on the road, to tell you to just go in," The Crown Prince smiled as he responded, "Third aunt, I'm going to accompany fuhuang to practice calligraphy."
At such a young age, it was clearly the Emperor who was teaching him how to write, but in his mouth, it became accompanying the Emperor. Lu Yu Rong sighed. It was enough to see how patient the Emperor and Empress were in raising the Crown Prince.
Entering the main hall of Kui Yuan Palace, she saw the Empress and lao si's family sitting together and chatting. Seeing her enter, they pulled her over to talk about interesting things in Jing. The atmosphere was so harmonious that it almost made one forget that this was the hougong.
However, she still remembered to take out the three paintings that wang ye had told her to bring. She didn't know what the paintings were so when the Empress was about to open them, she was also curious.
The first painting was a painting of a cat playing with orchids. Just a glance was enough to make one feel relaxed and happy. She had seen this painting before. Wang ye had wasted many paintings before obtaining this one that he was most satisfied with. She hadn't thought that wang ye would be willing to send it into the palace.
The second painting was a painting of spring. Green mountains and clear waters, hundreds of flowers blooming. This was a scene that couldn't be found in the hougong. It was so beautiful it seemed unreal. Her heart moved when she saw it. This painting had been painted by wang ye for several months and hung in his bedroom to admire. He had also sent it into the palace.
When the third painting slowly unfurled, she stilled. She hadn't thought that the painting that wang ye had put away in the past would once again appear in front of her.
"Painting of winter snow and red plum blossoms … …" The Empress' white finger lightly touched the corner of the painting. A long time later, she said, "A good painting of red plum blossoms. The whiter the snow, the redder the plum blossoms."
She finally saw that where the Empress had touched, half a figure could be seen. But because this figure was wearing white clothing, it was hard for people to find it.
"Life in this world is like a white steed flitting across a crevice, suddenly … …" She couldn't understand the expression on the Empress' face. She didn't even understand why the Empress would recite such a line.
Even when she left the palace, she still didn't understand what the Empress meant. She didn't know if the Empress liked wang ye's paintings. But not long after, the Empress grew tired of admiring paintings and started to like hearing stories of strange women.
She didn't tell wang ye about the two unclear lines the Empress had recited. However, wang ye had never asked her about what had happened after she entered the palace. It was as if nothing had happened, quiet and peaceful.
Later, wang ye was pardoned by the Emperor and could attend court, but she felt that wang ye wasn't very happy about it.
Wang ye still loved to paint and still didn't like to give his paintings to others. The child gradually grew up. The appearance of the man she once liked had long become blurry in her mind. It was like a dream that she would wake up from after a long time.
On the day of her son's wedding, she saw her son and erxi kneel to her. She suddenly realized that this was probably her entire life.
After the newlyweds were sent into the bridal chamber, she suddenly turned her head and only saw the back of wang ye personally sending the Crown Prince out.
On the day wang ye left, it was snowing heavily but the plum blossoms in the plum garden bloomed exceptionally well.
She sat at the head of the bed and looked at the man who was still handsome despite his age. Sadness silently came.
"The snow today is really heavy. It must have been snowing all night last night?" He suddenly became spirited and even his pale face became rosy.
"En," Her voice was slightly choked. The children and grandchildren beside her also started to cry.
"The snow that year wasn't this heavy and the plum blossoms didn't bloom as well as this year … …" His gaze landed on the plum blossoms in the flower pot. He shook his head and said, "It's a pity, a pity."
"Fuwang … …" Her son sobbed silently in front of the bed. Her eyes also started to blur.
"Guan'er, don't cry. When I go, remember to put the painting in the sandalwood box on the fifth shelf in the study into my coffin," He slowly closed his eyes and gave a sigh.
"Those who have seen the sea cannot be water … … forget it … … forget it … …"
She didn't know how she stood up, how she saw all the white banners in the wang fu, until her son took out the sandalwood box that held the painting.
The painting scroll slowly unfurled. She froze in place.
In the painting, there was a noisy Lantern Festival street, beautiful lanterns, a beautiful woman wearing plain clothes holding a lantern, and fireworks blooming in the sky.
This was a flower so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away. It was a painting of all the emotions of the person who painted it, just to draw out the skin of a beauty, the bones of a beauty, and the feelings buried deep in the heart.
"Go, go, go, go, leave the monarch forever. Separated by tens of thousands of li, each at the end of the world … … "Trembling, she recited the poem on the painting scroll. Lu Yu Rong thought of the night of their wedding, how he gently caressed her brows.
Gently rolling up the painting, she put it into the sandalwood box. Closing the lid, she wiped the tears in her eyes: "Put this under wang ye's coffin pillow."
The painting of a beauty, the bones of a hero, in the end, it was just a pile of dirt.
Life in the world was like a white steed passing through a crack, that was all.
She thought, she might understand a bit.
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