It's not cold this winter. When snow falls on the ground, it immediately turns into water. Therefore, everything on the roof and on the road is wet. Having been here for ten years, I have long been used to seeing the snow-covered winter and being used to the ice and snow.
It was a biting chill. When this situation first appeared, I didn’t know why, but I felt unspeakably depressed.
Quietly leaning on the soft couch, supporting his head with his hands, he silently listened to Honghan's childish voice on the other side of the case: "Let's cut the silk, Feng Niangmi..."
I chuckled lightly and said to Qiao Hui, who was still teaching Hong Han seriously: "He has just turned one year old and his pronunciation is not accurate yet. 'Silkworms spin silk and bees make honey. People who don't learn are not as good as animals.' This is good."
The Three-Character Classic was recited like this by Han'er. It's better not to teach him. Let him stay and play for a while." Qiaohui put down the book in her hand, put it on the small case, and asked in surprise: "Miss, my little brother should learn something earlier.
, why not."
I stood up and picked up the book Qiaohui put on it, closed it, put it next to me, and said with a wry smile: "When he gets older, I'm afraid it won't be possible to let him play as he pleases." Qiaohui was startled for a moment,
Then he nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, didn't the Emperor say that? When my little brother turns two, he will go to the study room to study." I sighed secretly, smiled bitterly and leaned back, still leaning on the couch.
Go up, silently lost in thought.
When the prince is six years old, he immediately goes to the study to study. This is the ancestral system of the Qing Dynasty palace and no one can change it. But I don't want Honghan to sit down at the same table with the master. The master reads a sentence and the prince reads a sentence.
, after repeating it like this, read it a hundred times, and read it a hundred times together with the book written in the previous four days. Anything written before six days is called a familiar book. It is repeated every five days, and it starts again and again without interruption. 'Because.
, from the bottom of my heart, I don’t want him to learn any tricks of governing the country. Maybe one day, sooner or later, we will leave this palace, and by then, what he has learned will be useless.
In addition, although Honghan and I did not enter the Royal Jade Butterfly, it was not mentioned in any history books, whether official or unofficial. This is a bit abnormal, and this is something I cannot guess. I know my ending, but I have no way of knowing.
What will happen to Honghan in the future and where will he live?
I am eight years old. I still know what it is like to be an eight-year-old child living in the palace. My heart suddenly feels like a mess, what should I do, what should I do?
I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and felt the lumps of things mingling together, filling my heart to the brim, making me unable to breathe, and my chest felt uncomfortable.
"Eniang, Eniang." Honghan's timid cry came to my ears. I slowly opened my eyes. Honghan had been hugged by Qiaohui and was sitting on my legs looking at me blankly.
, his face was slightly frightened.
Qiaohui, who was standing in front of the couch, frowned and said, "Miss, you scared my little brother." I sighed, hugged Honghan into my arms, and put my head close to his little face. I didn't know if he could hear it.
Understand: "Han'er, if one day my mother passes away and leaves you, what will you do?"
As if he didn't hear anything, he grabbed the Three-Character Sutra under my legs. I shook his body gently. The little guy looked up at me blankly and called "Ama". My eyes felt hot and I turned to him.
I turned my body and asked him to look at me face to face. I asked again: "What will Han'er do if Ama also leaves?"
The little guy grinned, lowered his head and continued to grab the book angrily. I shook his body hard and said loudly: "Han'er, what should you do?"
Honghan shook his head from side to side when I shook him. He looked at me and cried loudly. While crying, he twisted his body and Qiaohui struggled to get away. Qiaohui stretched out his hand to take it, and I hugged him suddenly.
In his arms, he bit his lip in pain, tears streaming down his face and soaking into Hong Han's clothes.
Honghan tore my clothes in horror, turned his head, looked at Qiaohui, and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe. Qiaohui stretched out her hand and put it in the air, hesitated, then put it down again, wiped her tears, and said softly
: "Miss, the emperor is in his prime, and you are young. Why are you talking about this, and the child can't understand it. When the emperor comes, Miss, a hundred years later, the little brother has grown up. Besides, the emperor loves the little brother so much, I won't say no in the future.
Pretty little brother..."
I was shocked, and before I could wipe my tears, I shouted in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense in the future." I came here as Xiaowen and never said harsh words to Qiaohui. So Qiaohui was stunned and stunned.
Stand where you are.
I took off my handkerchief and wiped Honghan's tears. The little guy took the opportunity to break away, stood up holding the case, and walked forward towards Qiaohui. Qiaohui looked at me, I nodded, and Qiaohui reached out and hugged Honghan.
Han. Honghan turned his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes. His small mouth dropped in grievance, and he suddenly lay on Qiaohui's shoulder and never looked at me again.
I felt sad in my heart, accompanied by slight pain. My body seemed to have been drained of energy all of a sudden. I had no strength at all. I suppressed my sorrow and told Qiaohui: "Don't say these words in the future. The emperor favors Honghan. That's because of Honghan."
Han is still young, so there is no special reason." Qiao Hui nodded, turned around and left with Hong Han in her arms.
As the eighth year of Yongzheng reign approaches, I think about their final results all day long. When Shisan is gone, Luwu will not live alone in this world; when he is gone, I believe that I am also alive in this time and space.
There was nothing to love, but what should Honghan do? An eight-year-old child went to Mongolia with Chenghuan, but he still entrusted it to Hongli.
I clutched my chest and hunched over on the couch. Why did I come here and fall in love with the people here? If I didn’t know their endings, I believe that I would still be happy and happy until the end of my life. But
Now, I obviously want to open my mind and live happily every day as long as he is alive, but I can't help but think about the ending.
I don’t know if the thing in the TV series about amnesia due to a head injury is true. Sometimes I have an impulse in my heart and want to give it a try, but I am afraid that I will really lose my memory. I don’t even recognize Yinzhen and Honghan anymore.
What should I do? After thinking about it over and over, there is no way, but my mind is getting more and more confused.
"Ruoxi, Ruoxi." His concerned voice came to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stared at me with a pale face for a while, lifted his robe and sat on the edge of the couch. He pulled me up and hugged me.
She fell into his arms, and the two hugged each other quietly for a while. He said softly: "What happened? Han'er seems to be frightened, and you are also filled with tears."
I raised my head and tears flowed down uncontrollably, but I smiled sweetly and said softly: "It's nothing, I just feel uncomfortable in my heart." He was stunned after hearing this, shook his head and chuckled: "It's nothing, why feel bad." I
She hugged his waist, rested her head on his shoulder, and said softly: "In this world, I only have you and Han'er in my life. It would be great if I don't know anyone or know anything."
After hearing this, he was silent for a long time, held my hand, and said softly: "Since you have this intention, you can do it. Don't think so much, live the life you want, and tell me what you have in mind."
, there is always a solution, don’t keep it in your heart and suffer." He held my hand tightly, leaned into my ear and said, "Haner and I both want you to live a happy life."
Can I really live a happy life? I secretly smiled bitterly in my heart. I knew clearly that Thirteen would die soon, but there was nothing I could do about it. Even if he was a stranger, he was my best friend here.
I tightened my hand around his waist, feeling that it would make me feel more at ease. He chuckled, gently caressed my face and said, "You are just like our Han'er these days, you have learned to be tired of others." I still
She hugged him tightly and said softly: "Only in this way can I feel at ease."
He looked down at me, frowned slightly, and asked me, "What's on your mind these days?" I shook my head, smiled, stretched out my hand, and gently stroked his face, staring straight at him. He frowned,
He grabbed my hand and asked: "Ruoxi, what are you afraid of? A while ago, I felt that something was wrong with you." I was stunned, and he sighed and said, "You are worried that my thirteenth brother will suddenly have an accident."
The smile suddenly froze on his face, and he stared at him blankly. He sighed softly: "I don't know what is going on in your mind." He wanted to smile, but couldn't, so he smiled bitterly and changed the subject: "
I don’t want Han’er to go to the study to study, so I can teach him myself, okay?”
He was silent for a while, helped me sit up, stood up, walked to the table by the window, looked at it quietly for a while, then turned around and asked me, "Am I the person in your painting?" I stood up and walked to him,
I took the painting from his hand and put it on his side. I looked at him and the painting. After looking at it for a while, I felt that it looked quite similar. So I nodded and put the painting on the table.
He turned his head to look carefully for a while, then turned back and asked with a smile on his face: "Do I keep a straight face in front of you all day long?" This painting was from when he was unhappy because of my leaving the palace that day.
Drawn. Hearing this, I bit my lip and nodded with a chuckle.
He also shook his head and chuckled. After laughing, he looked at me for a while, concealed the smile on his face, and said lightly: "Although I know the depth of your knowledge, there is one thing you can't teach. This kid Han'er
He is extremely intelligent, and it will be good for him to enter the study room early."
As he said, of course I understood in my heart that it was the art of governing the country. I felt uncomfortable in my heart and my eyes were a little hot. The tears that I had just held back were still falling down the corners of my eyes uncontrollably. I stood there, dumbfounded.
Staring at his ground.
He took me into his arms, and I laid my head on his body, sobbing silently. I sighed softly: "I have been in the Qing Dynasty for nearly a hundred years, and my language has long been Chineseized. Only those who know Manchu are like morning stars. Han'er is the prince of the Qing Dynasty.
, if you don’t go to the study room, how can you do it?”
I held back my tears, raised my head, frowned and said, "You can't go there at the age of two." He looked at me, picked up the handkerchief on my lapel, wiped my face gently, and said warmly: "No.
No more trouble."
Although I felt bitter in my heart, since I had opened my mouth, I wanted to achieve my goal, so it would be good to stay with Haner for a while. I took his arm, shook it gently, and said, "Then
Just like everyone else, six years old."
He pursed his thin lips and looked at me with a frown. I looked at him sincerely. Finally, he sighed inaudibly: "Let's see and then talk."
I frowned and asked, "Are you agreeing or not?" He pursed his lips, smiled, handed me the handkerchief, and said, "If you are older, maybe Han'er will want to go on his own?" I made a face.
Hey, this was something I didn’t expect, so I murmured softly: “I don’t know who this kid has followed. He’s so young, but he’s so obsessed with books.”
Hearing this, he smiled and hugged me back to the couch. After the two of them were seated, he said, "Of course I will follow him, Ama." Seeing the smile on his face, I sighed secretly in my heart, but there was a smile on my face.
The two chatted and laughed for a while, and he suddenly called me: "Ruoxi." I raised my head, and he looked at me quietly for a while and said, "I know what you are thinking, but as a prince, he has some feelings for the people of the Qing Dynasty.
Responsibility will also be responsible for the country of the Qing Dynasty. It is unrealistic for Ruoxi to live an ordinary life in a small courtyard. In this case, why not let him learn some skills as soon as possible, which will be more beneficial to his future.
It’s beneficial. I didn’t want to say these words to you, but these days, you have been suffering from this matter.”
I felt miserable in my heart. Maybe what he said was right and he had an insight into the direction of history, but after all, Honghan was a prince who was born and grew up here. I really couldn't impose my own ideas on him. I'd better let him.
All he needs to do is be by his side and guide him well.
I thought silently, and he stood up, glanced at me, walked to the table again, looked at the painting for a while, then stroked his chin, and finally pursed his lips and smiled, and walked towards the door.
When he reached the door, he stopped and said calmly: "I still have some things to say. You go to sleep for a while and I'll have dinner here." He opened the cotton curtain and said again: "Think carefully about what I said." After that,
, walked out slowly.
Before Cheng Huan entered the palace, news came about the fire in Jiaohui Garden. He hurriedly went to look for Thirteen and found that Thirteen had not come to court for two days. According to Yinzhen, it turned out that it was Lu Wu himself who was the one who helped Zotel.
While Cheng Huan and the two were cooking, a fire broke out in the small kitchen, and the fire started fiercely. Although Lu Wu was rescued in time, his waist was burned to pieces, and the girl who started the fire died on the spot.
I was secretly surprised and confused at the same time. It was so wet everywhere, how come the fire was burning out of control. Could it be that what I was worried about finally appeared? Zotel has a distinguished status, and Lu Wu and Cheng Huan's
The Thirteen Fujins are well aware of the relationship.
Yinzhen looked at my expression and comforted me lightly, saying that Shisan had sent someone to deliver a message, and the cause had been found out, and it was caused by the girl who lit the fire accidentally. Although he said this, Yinzhen also looked suspicious.
Sex, he may have thought of what I was thinking. But if this is the case, I believe it would be difficult for Thirteen to talk about this kind of jealousy in the house.
Yinzhen sent several imperial doctors, and I also ordered Qiaohui to follow them. But Juxiang was indeed not a careful person. Just when he was about to get distressed, someone suddenly came to mind, and he scolded Juxiang for looking for Gao Wuyong.
I sat on a chair, holding a book, and after a long while, I could not read a word. I wonder if Luwu has been feeling better these days. When I entered the palace on the 13th, I was also in a hurry, and sometimes even more so.
I took the zhezi that Yinzhen had read and went back to the garden to process it.
He said softly, not knowing whether he was doing the right thing or wrong. He just hoped that his suggestion would not harm Lu Wu.
"Your Majesty, Sifu Jin wants to see you." I was annoyed in my heart when a strange voice suddenly came from outside the room. I was slightly startled. The smiling singer who was coaxing Hong Han quickly walked to the door and opened the cotton curtain. Fu Ya was quiet.
He walked in with a faint smile, followed by the palace maid holding little Princess.
I stood up and said with a smile: "It's such a cold day, so I'm not afraid of freezing the child." Fu Ya reached out and took the child from the palace maid's hand, walked over and said with a smile: "Mother, this child has grown up a lot.
." I touched the child's little face and said with a smile: "The child looks different every day. He has indeed grown up a lot."
I took the child and walked to the couch, and she followed me. When the two of them sat down, Xiaoling came over and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please carry it over and let me have a look. Don't disturb the masters."
conversation."
I nodded and handed it over. She gathered up the child's blanket and said as she walked: "Little Gege looks so good. She has the whiteness of Niang and Amma's big eyes." Fu Ya smiled slightly.
Startled, he glanced at Xiaoling, turned his head and said with a smile: "Even the maids here are so well-behaved."
I glanced at Xiaoling's back, pursed my lips and said with a chuckle: "If you like it, just let her go back with you." She shook her head hurriedly, and said hurriedly: "How can Ya'er fight for E Niang's people?"
, she is so dexterous, and she is also the one who serves tea by Amma’s side.”
Seeing the panic in her eyes, I couldn't bear it, so I hurriedly smiled and said, "Are you kidding me?" I thought about Fu Ya's appearance as a woman disguised as a man before she entered the palace. She was innocent and lovely, but now she has a smile on her face, and her eyebrows
There is a slight sadness in the world. In modern times, a teenage woman should have been a carefree child, but now she is the mother of a child.
But then I thought about which woman here didn't live like this, so I smiled bitterly in my heart and stopped teasing her.
After sitting for a while, she suddenly sniffed lightly, looked at the smoker, and asked puzzledly: "Mother, your spice smells like orchid and musk, and has a pleasant fragrance. What is it?" I took a gentle breath.
, said: "In autumn, I sent people to pick the flowers in the garden, dried them, and then made them myself. If you like it, take some back when you leave."
She nodded with a smile, looked around, and said, "Mom, the pendants in your room have been changed again." I smiled and nodded, and said, "We people, if we don't find something to do by ourselves, we will only have the rest of our days.