Act 2 the Emperor and His Concubine the Fragrance of Pear Blossoms on the Wall of the Red Brick Palace

That year when the pear blossoms started to bloom, you were holding a scroll and wearing white clothes. From then on, the palace walls never let you miss each other. He asked her, what is your maiden name? She replied, Asheng. He asked her, can you write? She looked at him, but she couldn't recognize that he was the jade-like young man under the pear tree that night. She lowered her eyes and spoke clearly and clearly. "My mother said that it is virtue for a woman not to have talent. I have never read or written." She found a piece of pear blossom letterhead and gently picked up the pen. A piece of machine, the soul returns to the dream and wakes up to the hometown, all kinds of lovesickness arise from the dream. The love threads are all due to the pear blossoms rising lightly, holding the white clothes. Two machines, with brocade strings holding music and wine in their hands, stay up all night worrying about the king. The sound of the flute is in vain, there is no one to harmonize with it, and I am unhappy and sleepless. Three pieces of machinery, the king's heart has been transferred to the non-concubine's body, the sun and the moon are stacked one after another, and they are out of reach. He stands and weeps, his mind is full of worry. Four machines, feasting on the newlyweds with red candles and tears, as sweet as a shepherd's purse with two butterflies rising, playing a harp and a harp against each other, so peaceful and peaceful that one does not think about the past. Five cards, my heart is like a stone, but I still can't turn. I hope that you will all be in vain. I click on the little star, lift the pen lightly, and express all kinds of affection. Six machines, the north wind brings cool rain and snow, thousands of dreams turn around and I sit up in shock, the ice is like a palace, who is thinking about it, my heart is sad. Seven machines, the lonely empty courtyard gradually became windy, and the old concubine and her bones were withered, and her face was disfigured on the sick bed, but she recalled the time when she was a young man with red makeup. Eight machines were used to repay Qiong Yao with a piece of wood and peaches, but the gangster repaid him because he was always good. Jiuzhangji, I am not happy now that the sun and the moon are gone, and the pear blossoms are gradually rising all over the sky. I can only ask you why I met this beloved man today and on what night. He lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "I see." Intention: