Vicissitudes know Jinhua

I have almost no regrets in my life, at least in the lines of the history books, in the eyes of the officials in the temple, and in the hearts of the people all over the world.

As an emperor, I will have a beautiful posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title, which will leave future generations with a rare wealth and peace.

The most picky historian looked at me, and they all told me that I can finally stop swearing, Niang Xipi.

Even the most bloodless harem is very peaceful, rain and dew are even, there is no drought or waterlogging, I will not favor anyone or not just because the queen is well-educated, the concubine is good at painting plum blossoms, and the concubine Shu is as beautiful as peaches and plums... etc. .

I am well-versed in government and diligent in government affairs, open up and accept advice with the people's livelihood. I am not quick and quick, but I am superior in Zhongzheng and peace.

The important ministers and virtuous ministers in Chengtian Palace are as bright as stars, first there is Yin Zhixia Li Huai, then Jiang Yaoquan and Fan Feng, and then there is Yan Xiaoping and Guo You. The succession of the past has never been cut off.

The only embarrassing thing for officials and courtiers was that a year before I succeeded to the throne, I advised my father, Emperor Wu Ding, to expel Prince Shaofu and Deputy Cabinet Minister Mu Zishi from Beijing, and asked for an order never to be used.

Both in public and in private, this move is extremely unreasonable. In public, Mu Xiang is extremely talented and a pillar of talent. In private, Zishi and I have the merits of helping each other in adversity.

His departure is like a sea dongqing soaring up and spreading its wings, but I broke its wings and ruined the road of being a famous official in the temple. For this reason, Yin Zhixia, who has a love of talent in Lei Ting's wrist, With a face that looks like a pear flower in a cold manner, it showed me the severe frost and snow that lasted for several years.

As for the rest of the ministers, they didn't dare to imitate Prime Minister Yin and give me appreciation, but they kept on secretly, and they kept whispering two theories.

First of all, Mu Zishi took credit for his pride and was ruthless in his methods, concealing the appearance of power and adultery causing disasters. I have a keen eye to prevent problems before they happen.

Second, Mu Zishi was destined to overthrow the country and shake the country, so I should have killed him, but I was kind by nature, and I saw that he was so sick that he would die at any time, so I just expelled him.

No matter how crazy the speculation was, no one dared to mention him in front of me, and I did my best to forget him.

It happened to be winter this day, and Ming'er was in the study to complete the ceremony of being a grand master, and came to the Nuan Pavilion of Zhiping Palace, and asked me for a painting of "weeping willows in front of the pavilion cherish the spring breeze" for counting nine.

I have always been strict and caring towards him, and just finished reviewing a lot of papers, I smiled and said, "It's no fun to describe the word... Do you know that Sumei's petals are dyed into vermilion, and they can draw ninety-nine cold-eliminating pictures?"

Ming'er is six years old and four-year-old. He is the empress's son-in-law. He tilted his head and bulged his cheeks, and asked, "What is that?"

I looked at his pink and tender little bun face, my mind was in a trance, and I whispered: "It's the picture of plum blossoms dispelling cold... Many years ago, when I was your age, someone drew it for me."

After finishing speaking, he chose a suitable brush, held his breath and concentrated on drawing a picture of a plum blossom with hollow petals, and said: "Look, this is it, counting nine and 81 days, can you count it right?"

Ming'er stretched out her fingers, counted carefully, and counted again, frowning slightly: "Father, one petal is missing!"

For some reason, I was a little proud, and pointed to the underside of the plum tree: "There is a fallen flower here... The east wind blows the jade rouge, and the swallows fly in front of the hall. When this area is filled, spring will come."

Ming'er found the falling petals, clapped her hands happily, and then asked suspiciously, "Father, are you deliberately teasing me?"

I laughed: "Yeah...you are just as stupid as your father when you were a child."

Ming'er was suddenly very angry: "Several gentlemen praised me for being smart and understanding, and my father is the lord of the world, the most wise and wise person!"

I sighed: "If you are really smart and understanding, you shouldn't speak such words like a frog in a well."

No matter how naive Ming'er was, she was also a child born in the palace, and her eyes showed panic when she heard the words.

I patted his head, and said with a consoling smile: "There are many people who are smarter than the emperor, um, Prince Huichun, your fourth uncle who passed away early is a genius once in a hundred years, and there is another... …he……"

My mouth suddenly felt a little bitter, and my eyes fell on the tree ink plum blossom. The plum blossoms I painted were delicate and vigorous, but I couldn't draw the kind of graceful and graceful look of the fragrant branches.

After being stunned for a long while, he felt quite dispirited, waved his hand and said, "Father is tired, go to your mother's harem and talk to her."

Ming'er glanced at me, there was some childish worry in her black and white eyes, but she bowed obediently and stepped back.

No matter how majestic the world is, the world is full of saints, but I still can't let go of that sly glance, if it is affectionate, it is ruthless.

Mu Zishi... Zishi, are you okay?

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Since I was born, I have been a veritable proud son of heaven, favored by my mother, loved by my brother, loved by my father, and valued by my father, my life is so rich that there is no room for darkness and gloom.

In the entire imperial palace and even in the whole world, I am afraid that no other child is happier than me. My mother often said that I am the most blessed one, and I must be very precious in the future.

When she said that, her soft hands touched my face, her eyes seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light mist, beautiful and mysterious.

My mother often said: "Stop rushing, everything I do is for you."

I know this, she did give me all the purse hats and hats she made, and never gave them to Brother Huang.

I asked her why, and my mother smiled softly: "Your brother is older than you, so I should let you go."

After thinking about it, I still quietly gave Brother Huang a purse that promises safety, and Brother Huang's eyes lit up, and he hid it close to his body as if he had found a treasure.

Brother Huang was born beautiful, the real person is like jade, his skin is crystal clear, and he has the appearance of throwing fruit full of cars, but he is not healthy and often falls ill. I think he is like a lotus flower made of the thinnest and most transparent glass. It is exquisite and flawless, but it can only be held carefully, and it will be broken if it is not careful.

For some reason, the mother was not very close to the emperor's brother, and the two of them followed the rules when they met and talked, even if it was a joke, they would not be unrestrained.

Brother Huang has a pair of smoky eyes, and when my mother bows her head to drink tea or strokes my neck, there will be a trace of depressed sadness.

I don't understand why he is sad. In fact, my mother loves him very much. Every time he gets sick, my mother will cry secretly. There is a small Buddhist hall in Liangyi Palace. I once heard my mother praying for the emperor's brother all night to pray for safety. .

That day, Prince Fengjing's son had dinner in Liangyi Palace. I called him Third Brother. He was tall, very tall and straight, with a kind of freshness and vigor that no one in the palace had, and his sharp edge was dazzling.

I like it very much, and I am also very envious. Although Brother Huang is beautiful, when I grow up, I still want to be like the third brother Wushang.

Adults are always very boring talking, I just fell asleep listening to it, and then Brother Huang's companion came in, he knelt and raised his head.

My mother asked me to give him a string of blessing characters made of golden silk and nanxiang wood. I am a blessed person, and if I personally give him a bracelet of blessing characters, then he is also a blessed person, which is very good.

His hands were a little cold, like soft plum cakes, and the sound was like two pieces of jade pendants being tapped lightly, crisp and sweet.

The next day, I hugged my mother's knees and whispered, "Mother, if I ask Brother Huang for something, tell me...will he give it to me?"

My mother looked at me thoughtfully: "What do you want?"

I was a little embarrassed, so I ran to my room, packed my beloved velvet tiger, nine-ring jade bird, and other things in a big bag, and ran back with my arms: "These I Give it all to Brother Huang, I will exchange it with him!"

Mother was writing, and she stopped writing with a smile. Aunt Ranxiang also laughed so much that she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, knelt down and asked softly, "Your Highness, what treasure do you want? You have found out all your wealth! "

I have never been greedy for the things of the emperor, but at this moment I mustered up my courage: "I want his companion with dark green eyes!"

"You want...Mu Zishi?"

"miss you!"

The mother rolled her eyes and smiled slightly: "He is yours in the first place, but he doesn't understand anything now and is of no use. Let your brother teach him and then give you orders. Don't be patient and wait, okay? "

It turns out that he is already mine!

So I waited with peace of mind. When Brother Huang was ill, Zishi also came to Liangyi Palace and told me the collection of famous sages for a while. He was articulate and very interesting.

But he really loves to cry. The first time I lectured, I asked a few more questions and told him not to eat glutinous rice balls, so he cried. Although he cried beautifully, he was too delicate. No wonder he needs to live well. Teach him, otherwise he will always cry beside me, as if I am a good bully, so I alienate him for the time being.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for me to enter the study room. The prince was supposed to study in the study room of Renjin Palace. I don’t know what my mother said to the emperor. I entered the study room of the crown prince’s east palace. The prince said that Mr. Guan Wu became my enlightenment teacher.

When Mu Zishi saw me entering the study with two companions, his eyeballs almost popped out, just like a snow-white kitten seeing a fierce big dog.

I am not a dog!

But the joy in my heart is like a dog seeing meat and bones.

Compared with him, my two companions are like two lumps of elm wood. He is quick-witted and elegant in speech and deeds. It seems that I should be courteous to Brother Huang.

The emperor's brother is very busy, his father handles government affairs and he has to be by his side, and during festivals and festivals, he must be taken with him. Moreover, as the emperor gets older, he handles things more and more like a mother.

Years ago, my mother killed another nobleman with a cane, and the blood flowed all over the floor. Zhen Jieyu, who was talking with her mother, was so frightened that she clutched her stomach and turned pale.

I heard from a little eunuch that the nobleman came out of Concubine Tao’s palace, and the child in her belly was already three months old. The little eunuch was chewing his tongue happily, and happened to be seen by the emperor’s brother, and he was immediately sent to the inner court for punishment. Prison officer, Tiejiaguan suffocated to death with water-soaked kraft paper.

That night I had a nightmare. In the dream, my mother and brother Huang were sitting and talking while smiling, but their eyes were cold and wary. Both of their fingers were bright red and covered with blood.

They are all my dearest people, they are getting more and more ruthless, and they are getting more and more unhappy, no one's mother's smile is getting less and less, and the sadness and pain in her eyes are getting stronger and stronger.

And the way the emperor looked at Mu Zishi unintentionally was even more shocking.

I didn't understand at the time, I only knew that his emotional expression made me instinctively afraid and worried.

But then... I finally know that such feelings are enough to burn myself and destroy others. It is more vicious and profound than love, and it cannot be relieved without an antidote.

It was an almost distorted desire for monopoly that could not be obtained.

Mu Zishi obviously avoided me. At first I thought he was afraid that the emperor would also suffocate him with kraft paper, but later I realized that I was wrong.

He just wants Brother Huang to rest assured.

When his dark green eyes were more beautiful than all the gems combined, when he looked at the emperor brother, he clearly respected and loved him like a god, unshakable, so strong that he could only use his soul as a sacrifice.

He even refused to let me paint on the double-hook calligraphy that the emperor's brother wrote to him. In his eyes, the majestic Seventh Prince, the queen's most beloved son-in-law, is not as good as the one written by the emperor's brother.

But I really like him, I don't want to see him continue to stay beside Brother Huang, there are unknown dangers there.

I have a strange feeling that Brother Huang seems to be a tree that is about to break, but he wants to move the roots of Zishi to his own fracture, let Zishi continue to grow according to his veins, and then in Zishi's flesh and blood, Maybe it's his soul.

I was terrified by my own cranky thinking.But I remained silent firmly, I want to grow up quickly, and then protect the emperor brother and mother, so that they will not be broken or sad. Fu Zhengguo expands the territory, and then he will return the Zishi to me.

I had a good idea, but even if I ate two bowls of rice for one meal and got on the back of a horse, my legs were still too short to step on the stirrups. Master Archer was not in front of him, and he said in a crunchy voice: "His legs are circled like gourds, but his legs are long. You are so short and circled, what should I do!"

I hung on the horse's back and grabbed the saddle, and said unconvinced: "When I grow up, my legs will naturally grow... And the third brother Wushang is a general of the Yongliang Army, he doesn't have laps."

Mu Zishi snorted, "You haven't seen his legs, they are covered by clothes!"

I wondered: "Then how did you see it?"

He glanced at me confidently, the corners of his mouth curled up thinly, and the pinkness made people want to take a bite: "He bathed me before, ah no, he bathed with me, of course I know!"

I just rushed over and fell over.

Fortunately, the master of riding and archery arrived in time and caught it, otherwise I would have my neck circled, and I would be ridiculed by him.

So when Prince Fengjing went to Beijing to choose a concubine, seeing Zishi spending the whole day with the third brother Wushang, I only had two questions in my mind: Did the third brother Wushang's legs circle?Does he still take a bath with Zishi?

The concubine Shizi quickly decided on the daughter of the Yu family. In fact, before the third brother Wushang came to Beijing, the father had discussed with his mother. Let's go... But it is said that Miss Yu is an outstanding and delicate beauty.

Beauties are like floating clouds to me, with my mother, my brother, and Zishi often dangling in front of my eyes, unless the beauty has four legs and they are all circled, otherwise I don't bother to watch.

The third brother Wushang, who was going to marry Miss Yu, seemed to be too lazy to care. He went out of the city to shoot a few wild geese, pretending that the marriage had nothing to do with him, and all he wanted was to catch Zishi and teach him how to ride and shoot.

But Zishi seemed to care about it, and was depressed for several days, hesitating to speak.

That day Mrs. Wu dozed off. He sat in front of the desk, propping his chin with a pair of white and thin hands, and sighed again and again, as if he was not the one who was suffering from the pain of tooth replacement!

I coughed, leaned closer, slightly parted my lips, trying not to reveal the ruins of the missing teeth, and said: "If you want to sneak out of the palace to play with the third brother Wushang, you can take me with you!"

He glanced at me, his thick eyelashes revealing the contempt of "you don't know anything": "I don't play!"

I was sad and angry: "You didn't come back until the palace gate was locked last night! The third brother jumped into the Zhaoxu Hall by jumping over the wall!"

There was some struggle and hesitation in Zishi's eyes, and he said in a low voice for a while, "Your Highness, I want to ask you something."

I was refreshed, and when he wanted to ask me for advice, I immediately puffed out my chest and said, "Say it!"

He thought hard for a long time, and said: "If you ate a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake a few days ago, and from today onwards, you start eating jujube cake again...then do you remember the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

I thought about it: "I have a toothache and can't eat sweets, so I don't eat them."

He seemed to be a little angry, his white jade-like cheeks were stained with a blush, he breathed out for a while, and said: "If you wore a blue robe a few days ago, from today onwards, you will start wearing red again... Then do you still remember the blue robe?"

I looked at him cautiously: "Yes."

With a flash of light in his eyes, his picturesque eyebrows stretched immediately: "Really? Why?"

"Because I never like wearing red clothes!"

He slammed his head on the desk with a bang, I cried out in pain, and hurriedly pulled him up, only to see that his forehead was already red, and I couldn't help saying: "Why are you hitting your head? It hurts!"

He quickly glanced at Wu Fuzi, took my hand and ran out of the study, ran to the rockery in the garden, and said seriously: "You saved my life a few years ago!"

I was startled: "I didn't!"

"You are not allowed to speak! Listen to me!" Zishi is a good-for-nothing. He was out of breath after running this distance, but his aura was fierce and irresistible: "After you save me, take me to the Archery to watch juggling, buy a lot of things for me that I have never seen or heard of... I am afraid that I will be tired from walking, let me ride on my shoulders, know that I am learning to write, and almost bought me pens from a shop Come……"

He said with a trembling voice: "Go and kill the bad guys who bullied me, lest I feel sad and let me bite you to vent my anger, send me my mother's relics from thousands of miles away, and make me bows and arrows with your own hands."

The moisture in his eyes finally condensed into teardrops. With a slight movement of the eyelashes and a blink of the eyes, the tears rolled down his cheeks one by one. He choked up and said, "You do this because you want to be good to me, not because you are greedy for me. what……"

"But I'm very selfish... Seeing that you are going to marry Ms. Yu, I'm not happy at all. I'm afraid that you will forget me if you marry a wife and have children... People in this world who treat me like you..."

He bit his lip and wiped the tears on his face again: "You... Will you ignore me from now on?"

I suddenly realized that the "you" he was talking about was the third brother Wushang, and he just wanted me to answer his doubts with the identity and situation of the third brother Wushang.

I felt a surge of anger in my heart, want me to pretend to be another person to make you happy?What do you think I am Qi Shaochong?

I said bitterly: "I..."

His eyes stared at me for a moment, like the dew-condensed Chuyin Xintong, with the most tender and moving color.

I didn't speak for a while, and I really wanted to say: "Of course I won't forget you. Even if I marry a hundred Miss Yu and Miss Zhu, you will still be Zishi."

But looking at the strange emotion in his eyes that maybe he didn't know about, I didn't know what was going on, and I said word by word: "I'm married, so naturally I have to treat the concubine wholeheartedly."

In an instant, the light in his eyes disappeared, even his lips, which were like cherry petals, turned white, and he stared at me blankly.

I screwed up.

Like more than ten years later, I once again smashed the only relationship between Zishi and me.

Recalling the details of Zishi and I being together, I found that he seemed to get angry with me easily, and then I realized that he was never really angry with me, not because he liked me too much, but because he didn't care at all.

He is the most dedicated but also the most ruthless person. If he does not have you in his heart, he will not really care about you for ten or twenty years, or for a lifetime. If he has you in his heart, he will still be there for you The very little thing flew into a rage.

This point is terribly similar to Wushang's third brother, both of them are heartless and hurt people invisible.

Thinking about it this way, it would be good for the two of them to put together in a pile, so as not to harm others.

I smiled, it's easier to think about things in this world than not to think about them.

It's just that the shadow of the sun in the Dajing Palace is getting lonelier.

I lightly rubbed the map of plum blossoms to dissipate the cold, and told the eunuch standing beside me, "Give it to the Fourth Highness!"