Jia Zheng through the Red Mansions

After getting married at the age of 16, the young Qianlong Emperor Hongzhan woke up in the middle of the night. He glanced at the sleeping empress next to him. What appeared in front of him was still a clear scene in his dream. The sticky touch in his underwear reminded him all the time. It's all so real, the person who is suppressing and moaning in a low voice under his body is the Eighth Emperor Uncle.

This is not the first time. Hongzhan, who can no longer sleep, stared at the dark ceiling with his eyes open. He thought that after the wedding, he could put away all his thoughts that he shouldn't have, just like Huang Ama treated the emperor's forehead. Like mother, the empress loves deeply, but the more I think about it, the more indelible it is in my heart.

The Empress once warned him to beware of the Eighth Emperor's Uncle. Of course he knew which court ladies and eunuchs were telling him that he was just a puppet emperor, but he couldn't do it no matter what. The edict was so abrupt. At that time, others said that he had snatched the fourth brother's seat. At that time, he remembered clearly that the smiling Concubine Xi turned so pale. It was only later that he knew that Concubine Xi's palace was full of people. According to legend, the future will be the prosperity of the Empress Dowagers of the Two Palaces.He never thought that he could become the emperor. He was only 11 years old. When Huang Ama praised his fourth brother for being both civil and military, he was reprimanded by the Taifu for not being able to memorize the complete book. Who would have thought that Huang Ama would choose What about him?

It's like no one can believe that Uncle Eighth Emperor will become the regent—maybe this is destined in the dark.

The father died, and the people kept filial piety for three years. It only took three days to become an emperor. Three days later, he entered the Dabao. From the age of six to the current age of 11, Huang Ama has never let the Taifu teach him the way of being a king. At that time, his palms were full of sweat, and he was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would make a fool of himself—in the past, it was only the fourth brother Hongli who followed Huang Ama to sacrifice to heaven.

The Empress looked at him with a smile, her eyes were full of encouragement, but his heart couldn't help becoming more and more frightened, until the eighth emperor's big calm hands held his, and led him step by step. When he arrived at the family temple, he couldn't see the terrified expressions of the officials and the terrified sobs, and he didn't think it was beyond the rules, he needed these hands.

He was young and unable to take charge of the government. He went down to the court and sat in the Qianqing Palace full of memorials.

When he grew up slowly, the conflicts between him and the eighth emperor's uncle became more and more, no, this cannot be called a contradiction, he was too much, and the eighth emperor's uncle was too lenient.

Finally, he was about to be in charge of the government. Hongzhan was tossing and turning thinking about everything he had with the Eighth Emperor Uncle in the past five years. The inexplicable feelings in his heart made him more and more disturbed. His face was uncontrollably dry, while thinking that if he really found out, even his uncle and nephew would not be able to do it.

On the second day, Hongzhan, who was on the first day of pro-government, appeared on the Golden Luan Hall with huge dark circles under his eyes. Looking at the Eighth Emperor Uncle standing at the head of the officials, Hongzhan felt even more complicated and forced himself to After sorting out his mood, he couldn't embarrass Uncle Eight Emperor on the first day of taking office.

He has been in power for half a year, and the name of the puppet emperor has disappeared, but no matter how much the officials admire him in his heart, he can't match the approving look from the eighth emperor's uncle. He understands that he still cannot escape this net after all.

Just when his desperately suppressed mood was about to reach its peak, the memorial requesting to return to his hometown in Shengjing pierced the sky. He held the memorial, with the familiar handwriting of the Eighth Emperor Junxiu, in his heart. The balance that has always been hesitant has finally tipped over. If you can't be an uncle or nephew, then you can become a lover. He is the Son of Heaven, the emperor of the world, and also his emperor!

This night, the dream became a reality, he despicably in his shocked and desperate expression, finally possessed him, and asked again and again, until he passed out from exhaustion, kissing him over and over again His lips confirmed the reality of the imaginary taste.

Afterwards, regardless of his strong objection, he was trapped in the Forbidden City—"You are mine." It can't be him alone, this is what you taught me, Uncle Huang.

All the speculations in the ruling and opposition parties stopped after he made this imperial decree. He knew that in the past, they all said that if the Eighth Emperor Uncle couldn't take him out of the way, then the Eighth Emperor Uncle would become the second Dorgon.

Now, all the conclusions have made them shut up. He just wants to let the world know that the favor of the Eight Emperor Uncles is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and that the final fate of many favored officials and relatives is so bleak, but he is the only one here. No, because he is still young, and the Eighth Emperor Uncle is already in his forties, and the Eighth Emperor Uncle will die before him in the end. How good it is, he can guarantee that the Eighth Emperor's life will not be the same as those people in the past. desolate.

Even now, maybe Eighth Emperor Uncle would hate him.

In the 19th year of Qianlong, in the Yong'an Hall of the Forbidden City, the 20-year-old Qianlong Emperor Hongzhan personally held the birthday noodles, looked at Yinhu fawningly, and watched the Eight Emperor Uncles drink the last sip of soup into his stomach with a smile like a kitten. Only then did he pounce on him and kiss his mouth, with the taste of slightly salty noodle soup.

Four years is enough to turn everything into a habit. Even if Uncle Eight Emperor doesn't love him, he has already been able to actively respond to his kisses, right?He has plenty of time to wait.

"Look, the portraits that the British painter James painted for the two of us a few days ago are much better than those of the court painters." Hongzhan lifted the red cloth standing on the drawing board, pointing to the oil painting On it, he and the Eighth Emperor Uncle are sitting side by side, one is wearing a five-claw dragon robe, the other is a four-claw dragon robe, if you don't identify them carefully, you may think they are two emperors.

Yinhu sighed: "It's better to wear court clothes, how decent is this?"

Hongzhan raised his eyebrows: "I just like this, look, isn't the painting really good?" Speaking of this, Hongzhan suddenly said: "The news from the sticky pole, it turns out that Huang Ama is not dead. It’s been nine years, and I almost forgot what he looks like, the court painter’s painting is terrible, if there is a chance, I should ask a western painter to paint another one.”

Yinhu raised his head and looked at Hongzhan, who was a little disappointed, with a softer expression on his face. He would always forget that although the person in front of him had become an emperor, he was still a child who had left his father since he was a child: "Now the world is peaceful, He went to see the great Qing Dynasty, you father and son, one holds the temple high, and the other is far away from the rivers and lakes..."

Hong Zhan hugged Yinhu fiercely, and succeeded in making him unable to say what he said later: "I know, you must hate me for trapping you, and you also want to be like the father, look at this great country, isn't it?"

"I……"

Hong Zhan sighed and continued: "Actually, I also want to see it. Since I was enthroned at the age of 11, I have never even been to private people except offering sacrifices to heaven. Yes, wherever you live, you have the responsibility you should shoulder, so Daqing is in my heart, even if I can’t see it all with my own eyes, I have no regrets. But I will still be lonely, so you have to stay with me, I Will never let you go."

The stubborn words were a little awkward, but it moved Yinhu's heart, and he ran away every time, but this time he couldn't escape no matter what. He lives in Costin, but Hongzhan doesn't know that, in fact, he has already unconsciously lowered his proud head and longed for the dream of the sky.

"I will always be with you, Hongzhan." However, he still couldn't say those three words, and he could only stop calling him "Emperor" if he couldn't.

Following these words, Hongzhan's eyes were as bright as the shining stars at this time, he straightened up abruptly, looking at Yinhu's dodging eyes, he saw sincerity on his face.He finally called his name, and it was the first time!

"Yinhu, Yinhu..." He whispered, kissing his lips lightly, slowly eroding, and as his response slowly became more and more enthusiastic, neither of them closed their eyes, looking at each other Pious look.

Power and love, they both left a little room for each other. Later generations commented on the Qianlong Dynasty, always sighing, the strict emperor, the lenient regent, complement each other to make up for the prosperous age, what a blessing!

Everyone said that if the regent hadn't been in power, the general Wang Yinzhen would have rebelled long ago. How could he have been stationed at the border for ten years and won many battles to fight against foreign troubles?

The turbulent waves in the last years of the Kangxi Dynasty created the prelude to the prosperity of the Qianlong Dynasty. Although he removed the title of Regent, the historians recorded his glory loudly. A virtuous character was his lifelong pursuit.

Hongzhan looked through the historical materials of the emperor Kangxi, and saw Huang Mafa's evaluation of Yinhu, and his brows were raised, but Yinhu who was at the side looked relieved.

"Right and wrong, leave it to future generations to judge, why bother to tamper with historical materials for me."

"Huang Ma made a mistake." Hong Zhan clenched his fists tightly.

"No one is wrong, I missed it once." Yinhu smiled, and gently covered Hongzhan's fist with his hand.

Putting an end to the affairs of the king and winning fame in front and back, he has achieved the former and no longer cares about the latter, because there are other fetters in his heart.