Chapter 145 Reunion forever, he will never be reunited in this life
Prince An was seriously injured in the fight just now. He lost too much blood and his face was very pale.
When he heard the person in the gauze calling him that, the color drained from his face.
His breathing slowed down, and he opened the curtain with trembling hands, and saw the man inside who called him Third Emperor's Uncle.
The man was rarely seen wearing men's clothing. The collar of his purple robe was embroidered with silver flowing cloud patterns. His hair, as black as silk, was tied high in a silver crown and hung down on his shoulders.
His facial features were particularly delicate, and the handsomeness of a man and the softness of a woman merged into one face, unexpectedly matching each other. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and under his thick eyelashes, his eyes flashed like glass.
Prince An's heart beat faster when he looked at that face.
Like, so similar.
He asked in disbelief: "You, who are you?"
The man bowed to him respectfully and said, "My nephew Jingshuang, I have met Uncle Sanhuang."
Prince An supported his seriously injured body, waved away the gauze curtain, and staggered forward two steps.
After arriving in front of Jing Shuang, she raised her hand and gently touched his eyebrows. Tears filled her eyes immediately and she said, "Are you really Jing Shuang?"
Jing Shuang said: "Yes, I am Jing Shuang."
Then he saw the injuries on Prince An's body, frowned slightly and said, "My subordinates are rude and have seriously injured the three emperor uncles. My nephew will definitely punish them. Emperor uncle, wait a moment, and my nephew will call a doctor."
After Jing Shuang finished speaking, he was about to walk out. Prince An held on to the corner of his clothes tightly, fearing that he would disappear in the next second.
Prince An said: "Jingshuang, don't leave. Tell me, how did you survive? What have you experienced over the years?"
Jing Shuang sighed with a smile and recounted the past.
"In the palace coup, my father was killed in front of the Dragon Throne in King Yu's Palace. After the Holy Emperor ascended the throne, he decreed that our brothers and sisters should be demoted to common people and imprisoned in Yong'an Lane.
I was only six years old at that time, and my nanny told me that I would spend the rest of my life in Yong'an Lane. It's a pity that the Holy Spirit is not willing to give us even this chance to live in poverty.
My brothers and sisters became seriously ill one after another, and I could not find a royal doctor to treat them. My nanny did not allow me to eat any food sent from outside.
Six years old. When I was six years old, I could only cling to my grandma's arms and suck milk to save my life. I was in panic all day long. Later, when my grandma ran out of milk, she cut blood to feed me.
Seeing my brothers and sisters die of illness one by one, my nanny couldn't hold on anymore and passed away. Just when I was about to slowly die of illness like my brothers and sisters, a eunuch named Hua Jincheng found me.
In his early years, he received favor from my father and hid a little boy who was somewhat similar to me in a dung bucket and moved me away from Yong'an Lane.
After coming out, in order to avoid exposing my identity, he disguised me as a family member of a convicted criminal and entered the Jiaofang Department."
When Jing Shuang told the past events, the smile on his lips remained as if he had not experienced those hardships.
After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath. The fragrance of Jilelou was everywhere, dispelling the unbearable memories.
When he came out of Yong'an Lane hiding in the excrement bucket, he thought it would be a nightmare that would linger throughout his life.
But now he finds that the short-term pain is the only way for him to be reborn. Looking back, he is only grateful.
Later, he came to Jiaofangsi, the land of real rouge and fragrance. He immersed himself in all kinds of soft fragrance every day and was deeply fascinated by it.
He disguised himself as a girl and danced and sang with the girls in Jiaofangsi, making his body soft and soft and his voice sweet.
He also learned those charming gestures that captivate people's hearts.
Over time, he could not clearly distinguish the difference between men and women.
He always thought that he was the same as those soft and cute girls.
I don’t understand why Jiaofang’s mother never lets her take a bath with the girl, why she binds his feet, and why she doesn’t feed him enough.
As he grew up, he and several sisters peeped at a scene where a government prostitute was receiving guests.
Only then did I realize that what I had in abundance, none of the other sisters had.
Only then did I understand why my voice was never as delicate as that of other sisters when singing.
Then I realized that my mother bound his feet and didn't let him eat enough to prevent his skeleton from growing too fast.
After all, Hua Jincheng was a member of the palace and had to be careful. After sending him out, he only met him a few times.
The last time I saw him was when he was fifteen years old, his Adam's apple had grown out, and the Jiaofang Secretary could no longer hide him.
Hua Jincheng gave him two paths and let him choose.
One is to let him completely forget his identity, forget his past, and become an ordinary person.
The other one is to avenge his father, the former prince.
Prince An asked: "How did you come to Jiangnan? How did you come to this Paradise Tower?"
Jing Shuang glanced at the mirror on the dressing table next to him, which reflected his beautiful face.
After all, he was only six years old when the palace changed, so how could he remember so many deep hatreds?
Among the memories of the six-year-old, what impressed him most was the dirty excrement bucket and the smell of powder from Jiaofangsi that would never go away.
He chose the first path.
Hua Jincheng was very disappointed and made a request to him.
Before leaving Jiaofangsi, let him enter the palace to sing a play for his father-killing enemy, the current Holy Emperor.
His face was full of color, and he entered the palace with the sisters of Jiaofangsi.
Walking step by step among the magnificent palaces, he realized that he remembered them all.
I remember that my father hugged him and stood on the highest star-catching platform in the palace, saying that the most brilliant place in the world was their home.
I remember that his mother took him to enjoy flowers in the imperial garden. He playfully picked a peony and tied it in her hair. She told him with a smile that peony is the most noble flower in the world, and the only flower in the world that is the most noble.
Only noble people deserve hairpins.
I remember that the brothers and sisters in the East Palace were reading and playing together, teasing the pedantic Taifu.
I remember that every time his Third Emperor uncle came to the East Palace, he would hold him high and check whether he had gained weight.
He still remembered that there was a word "double" engraved on the rockery next to the Goddess Lake, which he carved with small stones stroke by stroke when he and his grandma were playing hide-and-seek.
The past is like smoke, you think it has dispersed, but when you return to your old place, you are surprised to find that the smoke is always lingering there.
It was the Lantern Festival, a day when every family reunited.
The Holy One drank and had fun with his family, singing and dancing.
His costume was thin and his feet, wrapped in thick linen, hurt every time he took a step on the stage.
In the fierce cold wind of winter night, he sang the reunion and joyful lyrics of "Suo Lin Nang" in a gentle voice.
"This is why life is unpredictable. I don't want to be reunited today. Looking back at the prosperity is like a dream, and the rest of my life is just a glimpse of the storm. Don't laugh when you are crazy and angry, teach you how hard-working you are. We meet today and get this reward. I am ashamed of the wooden peach I gave you in the first place.
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The Holy Spirit was overjoyed and gave him a piece of silk. He knelt on the stage and shivered.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward——"
He hugged the silk that had been donated by the Holy Spirit tightly and walked out of the palace step by step.
The wind was blowing and the snow was cold. He stood on the streets of the imperial city, his whole body frozen.
Hua Jincheng risked his life and left the palace, not far from the palace gate, asking him to make a new choice.