Rebirth of the Pearl of Yonglian

A secluded rockery in the imperial garden

Yong Lian cupped his cheeks with his hands, looking thoughtfully at the rippling lake, remembering when he and Fu Kang'an often came here to play, so many years have passed in a flash, times have changed, things have changed.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips, Yong Lian couldn't help feeling sour when he saw Elder Twelve's face reflected in the lake water.There was a touch of sadness on the thin cheeks, now that the Queen Mother and Yong Cong are gone, leaving him alone, I really want to snuggle into the arms of the Queen Mother again, I really want to hear the voice of Yong Cong again He called him brother angrily, but everything was impossible, and now he was left with only painful and sad memories.

His nose was sour, Yonglian didn't realize that behind the rockery not far away, there was a pair of piercing eyes staring at him at this time, the hesitation and confusion in that person's eyes seemed to be a little sad.Why did Brother Twelve know about this place?He had seen Twelve Elder Brothers before, but the light in the eyes of Twelve Elder Brothers at that time was completely different from that of the Twelfth Elder Brothers now.

The eyes were so familiar, as if he had seen this movement before, his heart tightened, and bursts of soreness gushed out from the bottom of his heart, quickly filling the entire atrium.Seeing Twelve Elder Brothers sitting by the lake in a daze now reminded him of Yong Lian's sulky life in the past. At that time, he seemed to be standing behind the rockery and silently accompanied him like this.

The similar picture coincided with the one in memory, Fukang'an raised his hand and kneaded the wrinkled and painful brows, Yong Lian had been away for so many years, it must be because he missed him too much, that's why there was such a moment, the meeting It is an illusion that the twelve princes are mistaken for Yong Lian.

There was a wry smile on his lips, and he shook his head with a sigh, how is this possible!Throwing away the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, he walked slowly to Yonglian's side, and said in a low voice: "Chen Fukang'an greets the twelve elder brothers!"

"Fukang'an?!" Yong Lian stood up suddenly, with a bright smile on his face, full of emotion in his heart, and fixedly looked at the familiar face in front of him.He had grown taller and stronger, and was no longer the skinny boy he had been, but he was still a child himself.Yong Lian felt his nose was a little sour. After so many years, it would be like this when they met again. Looking at the suave young man in front of him, he really felt a little jealous.

"I don't know why Elder Brother Twelve is recruiting ministers here?" When he opened the letter that night, he was really shocked. The familiar handwriting on the white paper made him think for a moment that Yong Lian had returned, but After calming down, he only felt that someone must be imitating Yong Lian's handwriting.But what is this for?A dead elder brother, what else would they use him for?With doubts, he came to the appointment on time.

"You like plum blossoms!" Yong Lian raised his eyelids slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He had to speak slowly and let the people in front of him accept it little by little. After all, this kind of thing was too weird.

Fukang'an frowned slightly, looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, and then raised the corner of his mouth, "I like plum blossoms, what's so strange about that?" The twelve elder brothers in front of him wanted to prove something to him?Do you want to talk about his relationship with Yonglian?However, Elder Brother Twelve was still very young when Yong Lian left, so this seems unlikely.

"Plum blossoms bloom in cold winter, with five petals. You once said that you would take me to see plum blossoms with six petals. Does that still count?"

"You... who did you listen to?" Fukang'an looked at the calm person in front of him with a look of astonishment. knew?

"When Yong Lian left, someone gave you a hand-carved wooden flute. Did you open it? There was a note in it!" A trace of sadness flashed in Yong Lian's eyes. , he can imagine the harm that his departure brought to him.I once heard Huang Erniang talk about Fu Kang'an locking herself in the room all day long after she left.He knew that Fukang'an regarded him as his only confidant and his best brother, and when facing his departure, he was really heartbroken.

"How do you know this?" Only a few people know about the wooden flute that Yong Lian gave him, how does Brother Twelve know about it now?Fukang'an looked at the twelfth elder brother in disbelief, and asked tentatively: "Are you Yonglian? Are you him?!"

"Hehe, yes or no, you will know when you go back and read the note in the wooden flute. Only Yong Lian knows the content of the note!" Yong Lian slowly raised his head, with a bitter smile on his lips, "I'm sorry, my Ri shouldn't lose his temper at you, shouldn't hit you, Yong Lian will always be your good brother!"

"Impossible, this is impossible, Yonglian has been gone for so many years, how is it possible?" Fukang'an murmured in his mouth, his eyes were full of sadness, after many years, when Yonglian was mentioned again, his heart still ached unbearably .He said that he wanted to be Batulu of the Qing Dynasty and a warrior to protect him, but he made a mistake, and the person he wanted to protect left him, and he didn't even have time to see him for the last time.

"I know this thing is too weird, but it did happen to me! The reason why I asked someone to hand over my personal letter to you first is to let you have a process of adaptation. After all, this kind of rebirth It’s not a common thing! Now I’m not in a hurry for you to accept it. Go back and look at the wooden flute I gave you. I’ve just said what’s on the note! No one in this world knows what’s on the note except Yong Lian. content!" Yong Lian said with a mist in his eyes, with a smile on his lips.This is his best brother, and now that he can meet again, he feels an indescribable joy in his heart.

The breeze blows across the calm lake surface, creating circles of ripples, rippling outwards in circles, dragonflies flying, birds singing...

"Yong Lian, you are really Yong Lian. I have seen the note in the wooden flute a long time ago. How could I not cherish the things you made with your own hands!" The thin body in front of him was embraced in his arms, "Where have you been all these years? Why were you reborn as Elder Brother Twelve?" Too many questions, too much confusion, but nothing can compare to Yong Lian returned to his side.

"After I died, I have been wandering around in the palace, because I was not reconciled, I wanted to find my murderer, and I wanted to avenge my empress mother and younger brother Yong Cong, so I became a bird in the palace. Fierce ghost, until that day when Elder Brother Twelve fell into the lotus pond!" Yong Lian paused for a moment with a gentle smile on his lips, then raised his hand to pat the person who hugged him in pain, "Little Fuzi, you have such strength! It’s a lot bigger, relax a bit, I can hardly breathe!”

"How many times have I told you, don't call me little Fuzi!" Fukang'an said solemnly, every time he heard Yonglian call him that, it reminded him of his father-in-law, so he didn't like Yonglian's words like that Call him, but this guy has to call a few times every time, and then looks at him very proudly.