133 flowers cast a shadow, each occupying spring (below)
If she hadn't handed over the pen, Yunzhu still thought it was just a coincidence, but with this handover, Yunzhu felt something was wrong. Download TXT. Wulana Niyimai seemed a bit too hasty?!
But it's just a poem, what else can be trapped in a well? She smiled and her eyes fell on the painting of the sea pavilion.
Haitang? I've written a poem about Haitang myself... It was the birthday banquet in the sixth year of Yongzheng, and it was Lin Daiyu's "Ode to White Haitang" from "Dream of Red Mansions". Could it be that Ulanara also knew about this? Not impossible.
She thought she could bring out her old work and use it today? If this gets out in the future, she'll be known as someone who uses old work to deceive people. Literary figures hate those who are dishonest with their writing. Other women may get away with it, but she's a princess consort, the future empress, and is held to different standards.
With such a stain, I'm afraid even the good image built up in the past will be ruined. When facing others' pointing fingers, can one still maintain their usual calm and composure? Perhaps something will come out to tarnish oneself...
Even if she doesn't use her old work, putting the poem on her painting, she has unconsciously elevated herself to a position alongside me. If this gets out, it will only enhance her image... This woman has successfully made herself the stepping stone for her own self-promotion.
"Well, I'll throw a brick to attract jade then. I like Haitang, but I prefer White Haitang more, so let's write a poem 'Ode to White Haitang'." This time, she didn't misread the excitement in Wulana Niramani's eyes. Yunzhu hooked her lips and wrote on the clean white rice paper:
"Treasured beauty hidden behind the door, personally carrying a jug to water the potted plants. Rouge writes out the autumnal steps' shadow, ice and snow invite the dew's soul. Only when faded do I realize flowers are even more radiant, how can one be free from worry with jade unblemished? Wishing to repay the White Emperor's purity, not speaking, another day is already dusk."
When this poem came out, Wulana's expression stagnated slightly, and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes. She felt that the poem was sarcastic from head to toe, and that her clothes, jewelry, and natural beauty were all so common, not born of nature, nor having the high purity of an icy soul... And at this moment, she was not valued as a noble lady's precious appearance, but instead exposed herself, seeking fame.
With flowers writing people, it reflects the poet's steady, elegant, light and quiet, clean and self-encouraging inner world. Even these boudoir women can see that this flower has a high meaning and status.
Perhaps they should hold on to their quiet confidence, rather than following the crowd and competing with others for temporary gains. Other noble ladies nearby thought to themselves.
"What a pity! Such a good poem doesn't match the hanging silk begonia painted by Sister Wulana..."
Don't say it out loud! Most of the noble ladies present are from prominent families in the capital, and they all know that after this year's selection, Ula Nara will be given to the Fourth Prince as a concubine. Now, thinking back to what just happened, they look at Ula Nara with a deeper gaze, and some even show disdain (out of jealousy?). They think that the Fourth Princess wrote this poem "Ode to White Begonia" on purpose, not as good as Ula Nara's, otherwise it would be too humiliating for the princess to write a poem for a concubine...
"The characters are so beautiful!" Flana said, and Sarin also nodded. She could recognize only a few Chinese characters at most, and she could write two of them, but to write with such fluency and elegance... it was almost impossible even in her dreams.
"It's a good painting and a good poem." Madam Wang pointed at Chunhe beside her, "Put them away, these two works will be kept as mementos."
The Empress Dowager smiled and said, "Why don't you give it to me instead? I'll treasure it well."
"Sixteen brothers and sisters can't just grab it, you know that the four ladies left two poems 'Ode to Chrysanthemum' at the Golden English meeting are still in your hands."
I'm so wronged! Those two authentic paintings were both robbed by the Fourth Prince Ah! The wife of Prince Zhuang can only say with a sigh: "Don't you have enough of the Fourth Princess's calligraphy? Like me and the Thirteenth Aunt, we want it but can't find any, it's been many years since we last saw one..."
Could her own handwriting still have room for collection and appreciation? Yunzhu, who had never been fond of antiques, couldn't help but laugh at this idea, anyway she didn't seal the stamp, whoever wanted to take it could take it.
At this time, Lü Mama hastily arrived at the garden, "Reporting to Fu Jin."
The noble ladies around saw that something was up and walked away one after another. Flana pulled Saren and said, "Let's go play a game of touhu." "Okay." This activity was very much to Saren's liking, unlike playing chess or painting.
"What's wrong?" asked Empress Dowager Lu with a hint of surprise. It wasn't anything major, or else Concubine Lu wouldn't have come to disturb her.
"Fourth Brother has come to take Fourth Lady away, saying he has some business to attend to."
The king's wife turned her head and looked at Yunzhu.
Yunzhu: "......" She didn't even know if this was good or not, it's rare for her to come and pay respects at the Wangfu, she still wanted to wait until after the palace gates closed before returning, now, the sun had yet to reach its peak.
The Empress Dowager understood the situation as soon as she saw it, and in fact, she understood Emperor Qianlong's feelings for Yunzhu even better than others. His affection for her had begun long before their arranged marriage, and besides the love between husband and wife, there was also a romantic love that made him smile: "You can't bear to be apart from each other for even a moment!"
"It's probably something," said Yu Xi Fu Jin Zu Shi, "He Jing and the others haven't seen their mother for so long, they're emotional."
Yunzhu smiled and said to the Empress Dowager: "Twelfth Aunt, I'll take my leave first." She apologetically bid farewell to each of the imperial consorts, and also bowed her head in respect to Yiru Gen Awalale and others.
"I'll see you out." The Empress Dowager turned around and said to the consorts of Prince Yi, "You may do as you please."
"We won't be polite to you." Zhuang Qīn Wáng Fú Jìn said with a smile, Yí Qīn Wáng Fú Jìn was pleased with the daughter-in-law candidate and was in a great mood, laughing, "You can go quickly and come back quickly, if you're late, all the good food and drink...and beauties will be ours."
"Looks like I'll have to return soon as a guardian of the flower."
Zu Shi and others beside them couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile when they saw them playing with flowers.
……
"Yun Zhu." Seeing Ruzi's wife, whom he had been thinking about for half a day, enter the main hall with Princess Ruzi, Hongli immediately stood up and awkwardly received Princess Ruzi's teasing gaze, calling out: "Twelfth Aunt."
"Yet he hasn't lost even half a strand of hair, take a closer look."
Hongli's ears turned red, "How could that be? It's not easy to have free time to take her out for a stroll." What good would this flower festival bring.
The king's wife also knew that Yunzhu had a hard time coming out and didn't make things difficult for him.
When the two sat in the carriage, Yunzhu glanced at someone and said, "Didn't you say to bring them home and respect them?"
Before going out, the braid that was pulled out of her hair, the long gown that was wet with urine, and the face that was covered in saliva... Hongli's eyes widened, "Eh, they're asleep. And I've been thinking about you!" He hugged her soft waist tightly and kissed her repeatedly. From the moment he saw her dressed like this in the morning, he couldn't help but think, such a beautiful cloud pearl, how could it be given to someone else cheaply? Of course, it had to be tied down by his side.
"Now most people have gone to the suburbs for spring outings, there's definitely no one on the streets, don't you want to stroll around the shops?"
The problem is that there's nothing fun about walking down a street without any tourists or vendors, especially in this ancient time that lacks entertainment... Yunzhu was speechless. However, she had never really walked around the streets much since she was young, so it's rare for him to have this idea, and she didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm either.
It was unexpected that on this day of the Shangsi Festival, the shopping street leading to Fulong Temple was still quite lively. There were vendors selling peach branches and fresh flowers, as well as those selling birds, fish, insects, and grass. Some stalls even sold flower cakes and snacks. Moreover, there were some vendors selling small trinkets. Hongli looked slightly surprised, and Yunzhu smiled and said: "Those who have the ability to go on outings during this festival are mostly from well-off families, but ordinary people still make up the majority of society. During festivals like these, it's a good opportunity for them to sell some goods to supplement their household income."
Hongli nodded and got off the carriage to accompany her for a stroll. The two of them bought rattle drums, silk fabrics, and wooden balls with bumps for the triplets, as well as various small animals carved from pear wood, colored clay figurines, and small wooden waterwheels... Although they couldn't compare to the intelligent toys that Yunzhu had painted and ordered others to make, they still had a strong folk flavor.
The two of them secretly bought a lot of specialty snacks and tasted the flavor under the disapproving and worried eyes of Ye and Wu, but they didn't dare to eat much.
As for other pearls and brocades, nothing caught his eye. Instead, he found two travelogues at an old book stall, which reminded Hongli of his own experience of eagerly waiting for new books to come out and buying them as gifts for the Fuca Mansion.
It was already time for dinner, so they simply found a good restaurant and had dinner before returning to the palace.
Of course, once I went back, I was faced with the triplets' ear-piercing wailing cries of "wa wa wa", as well as their red, puffy faces from crying...
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If she hadn't handed over the pen, Yunzhu would have thought it was just a coincidence, but with this handover, Yunzhu felt something was off. Wasn't Wulana Naimu being a bit too hasty?!
But it was just a poem, what else could be trapped in a well? She smiled and her eyes fell on the painting of the sea pavilion.
Haitang? I've written a poem about Haitang myself... It was at the birthday banquet in the sixth year of Yongzheng, and it was Lin Daiyu's "Ode to White Haitang" from "Dream of Red Mansions". Could it be that Ulanara also knew about this? Not impossible.
She thought she could bring out her old work and use it today? If this gets out, she'll be known as someone who cheats by passing off old work as new. Literary people hate dishonesty in writing more than anything else. Other women might get away with it, but she's the imperial son's consort, the future empress - she can't be like everyone else.
With such a stain, I'm afraid even the good image built up in the past will be ruined. When facing others' criticism as a role model, can one still maintain their usual calm and composure? Perhaps something will come out to tarnish oneself...
Even if she doesn't use her old work, putting the poem on her painting, she has unconsciously elevated herself to a position alongside me. If this gets out, it will only enhance her image... This woman has successfully made herself the stepping stone for her own self-promotion.
"Well, I'll throw a brick to attract jade then. I like Haitang, but I prefer White Haitang more, so let's write a poem 'Ode to White Haitang'." This time, she didn't misread the excitement in Wulana Nara's eyes. Yunzhu hooked her lips and wrote on the clean white rice paper:
"Treasured beauty hidden from the world, personally carrying a water jar to water the potted plants. Rouge writes out the autumnal steps' shadow, ice and snow invite the dew's soul. Only when faded do I realize flowers are even more radiant, how can one be free from worry with jade unblemished? Wishing to repay the White Emperor's kindness with purity, not speaking, another day is already dusk."
When this poem came out, Wulana Niermeng's expression stagnated slightly, and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes. She felt that the poem was sarcastic from head to toe, and that her clothes, jewelry, and natural beauty were all so common, not born of nature, nor having the high and pure soul of frost and snow... And at this time and place, she was not cherished as a noble lady should be, but instead threw herself out there, seeking fame.
With flowers writing people, it reflects the poet's steady, elegant, light and quiet, clean and self-disciplined inner world. Even these boudoir women can see that this flower has a high meaning and status.
Perhaps they should hold on to their quiet confidence, rather than following the crowd and competing with others for temporary gains. The other noble ladies present couldn't help but think deeply about this.
"What a pity! Such a good poem doesn't match the hanging silk begonia painted by Sister Wulana..."
Don't say it out loud! Most of the noble ladies present are from prominent families in the capital, and they all know that after this year's selection, Ula Nara will be given to the Fourth Prince as a secondary consort. At this moment, thinking back to what just happened, looking at Ula Nara's gaze is somewhat profound, and those with shallower minds even showed disdain (out of jealousy?). They all think that the Fourth Consort's poem "Ode to White Begonia" is intentionally inferior to Ula Nara's, otherwise, it would be too humiliating for a legitimate princess consort to have her painting and poetry surpassed by a secondary consort...
"The characters are so beautiful!" Flana said, and Sarin also nodded. She could recognize only a few Chinese characters at most, and she could write two of them, but to write with such fluency and elegance... it was almost impossible even in her dreams.
"It's a good painting and a good poem." Madam Wang pointed at Chunhe beside her, "Put them away, these two works will be kept as mementos."
The Empress Dowager smiled and said, "Why don't you give it to me instead? I'll treasure it well."
"Sixteen brothers and sisters can't just grab it, you know that the four ladies left two 'Ode to Chrysanthemum' at the Golden English meeting are still in your hands."
I'm so wronged! Those two authentic paintings were robbed by the Fourth Prince! The wife of Prince Zhuang could only say with a sigh, "Don't you have enough of the Fourth Princess's calligraphy? People like me and Thirteen Auntie can hardly find any even if we want to... it takes years to come across one..."
Could her own handwriting still have room for collection and appreciation? Yunzhu, who had never been fond of antiques, couldn't help but laugh at this idea, anyway she didn't seal the stamp, whoever wanted to take it could take it.
At this time, Lü Mama hastily came into the garden, "Reporting to Fu Jin."
The noble ladies around saw that something was up and walked away one after another. Flana pulled Saren and said, "Let's go play a game of touhu." "Okay." This activity was very much to Saren's liking, unlike playing chess or painting.
"What's wrong?" asked Empress Dowager Lu with a hint of surprise. It wasn't anything major, or else Concubine Lu wouldn't have come to disturb her.
"Fourth Brother has come to take Fourth Lady away, saying he has some business to attend to."
The king's wife turned her head and looked at Yunzhu.
Yunzhu: "......" She didn't even know if this was good or not, it's rare for her to come and pay respects at the Wangfu, she still wanted to wait until the palace gates closed before returning, now, the sun had yet to reach its peak.
The Empress Dowager understood the situation as soon as she saw it, and in fact, she understood Emperor Qianlong's feelings for Yunzhu even better than others. His affection for her had begun long before their arranged marriage, and besides the love between husband and wife, there was also a romantic love between them. She couldn't help but smile: "You can't bear to be apart from each other for even a moment!"
"It's probably something," said Yu Xi Fu Jin Zu Shi, "He Jing and the others haven't seen their mother for so long, they're emotional."
Yunzhu smiled and said to the Empress Dowager: "Twelfth Aunt, I'll take my leave first." She slightly bowed her head to the various imperial consorts and then made a slight bow to Yiru Gen Ruo Shulan and others.
"I'll see you out." The Empress Dowager turned to face the consorts of Prince Yi and others, saying "You may do as you please."
"We won't be polite to you." Zhuang Qinfu said with a smile, Yi Qinfu had found a satisfactory daughter-in-law candidate and was in a great mood. "You can go quickly and come back quickly, if you're late, all the good food and drink...and beauties will belong to us."
"Looks like I'll have to return soon as a guardian of the flower."
Zu's family and others beside them couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile when they saw them playing with flowers.
……
"Yun Zhu." Seeing his wife, whom he had been thinking about for half a day, enter the main hall with Empress Rui's mother, Hongli immediately stood up and awkwardly received the teasing gaze of Empress Rui's mother, calling out: "Twelfth Aunt."
"Not even half a strand of hair is missing, take a closer look."
Hongli's ears turned red, "How could that be? It's not easy to have free time to take her out for a stroll." What good would this flower festival bring.
The Empress Dowager also knew that Yunzhu's outing was not easy and did not make things difficult for him.
When the two sat in the carriage, Yunzhu glanced at someone and said, "Didn't you say to bring them home and pay respects?"
Before going out, the braid that was pulled out of her hair, the long gown that was wet with urine, and the face that was covered in saliva... Hongli's eyes widened, "Uh, they're asleep. And I missed you!" He hugged her soft waist tightly and kissed her repeatedly. From the moment he saw her dressed like this in the morning, he couldn't help but think, such a beautiful cloud pearl, how could it be given to someone else cheaply? Of course, it had to be tied to his side.
"Now most people have gone to the suburbs for spring outings, there's definitely no one on the streets, don't you want to stroll around the shops?"
The problem is that there's nothing fun about walking down a street without any tourists or vendors, especially in this ancient time that lacks entertainment... Yunzhu was speechless. However, she had never really walked around the streets much herself since she was young, so it's rare for him to have this idea, and she didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm either.
It was unexpected that on this day of the Shangsi Festival, the pedestrian street leading to Fulong Temple was still quite lively. There were vendors selling peach branches and fresh flowers, as well as those selling birds, fish, insects, and grass. Some stalls even sold flower cakes and snacks. More surprisingly, there were also vendors selling small trinkets. Hongli looked slightly astonished, while Yunzhu smiled and said, "Those who have the ability to go on outings during this festival are mostly from well-off families. However, ordinary people still make up the majority of society. For them, festivals like this are a good opportunity to sell some goods and supplement their household income."
Hongli nodded and got off the carriage to accompany her for a stroll. The two of them bought rattle drums, silk fabrics, and wooden balls with bumps for the triplets, as well as various small animals carved from pear wood, colored clay figurines, and small wooden waterwheels... Although they couldn't compare to the intelligent toys that Yunzhu had painted and ordered others to make, they still had a strong folk flavor.
The two of them secretly bought a lot of specialty snacks and tasted the flavor under the disapproving and worried gaze of Ye and Wu, but they didn't dare to eat much.
As for other pearls and brocades, nothing caught his eye. Instead, he found two travelogues at an old book stall, which reminded Hongli of the time he had eagerly awaited new books to be published and bought them as gifts for the Fuca Mansion.
It was already time for dinner, so they simply found a good restaurant and had dinner before returning to the palace.
Of course, once I went back, I was faced with the triplets' ear-piercing wailing cries of "waaah", as well as their red, puffy faces from crying...
