High energy eunuch

In the past, the Right Prime Minister's mansion was full of bitter wind and rain. There was a small courtyard in it, and a woman who almost never went out lived in the courtyard.

Everyone said that she was a very poor woman. Yuan Guangping had three sons, one of whom was born to her, but this child could not be passed on to the Yuan family.On the way back to the capital from exile, she conceived another child, but because of the harsh conditions, she had a miscarriage on the way.

The woman has been a little crazy since then, and sometimes she will suddenly throw things at Yuan Guangping, and even smash the head of the dignified right minister.

When Yuan University scholar Guangzong Yaozu was appointed as the right minister by the ten princes, she thought about her son crazy. At that time, the Yuan family was already very prominent, and the extravagant ten princes rewarded Yuan Guangping with thousands of dendrobium beads, ten thousand dan grains, and beautiful maidservants. Jewelry, as long as Yuan Guangping asks, there is nothing he can't get.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was the first time the woman came out to meet people. Yuan Guangping hadn't celebrated a festival in Beijing in the past ten years, and invited many officials.

Only then did the people in the capital know that Yuan Guangping, the right minister, besides his regular wife from the scholarly family, also had a concubine. She was a somewhat exotic beauty.It's a pity that he is crazy, holding a doll in his arms all the time and never letting go.

Master Yuan ignored others' comments, poured wine for her, wanted to have a drink with her, and even asked her dotingly, what gift would she like.

That woman has a pair of beautiful eyes, big and watery, which is not the most precious, and the charm in it is difficult to describe in detail.

It's just that those who have seen it can't forget such a pair of captivating eyes. It can be said that the eyes are rippling, and it can also be said that it is fascinating and haunting.

She took a closer look at the banquet, and saw more than half of the faces clearly.

When she spoke, there was a delicate and pitiful meaning, like a cat tentatively stretching out its flesh pad and putting it in someone's palm. She held Yuan Guangping's palm and said, "I want my son."

For a while, everyone laughed and raised their glasses to wish Prime Minister You another son.

Yuan Guangping drank the wine in the glass on his back, and answered "yes" in pain.

He naturally knew that the son she mentioned did not mean having another child.In fact, she has been unable to allow people to get close to her for a long time.More than ten years ago, on the night of leaving Beijing, the Yuan family was in ruins, and no servant could take him with him.She took Yuan Xinpei with her, and her most trusted husband slept beside her that night, and Yuan Xinpei slept between them.

In the dark, Yuan Guangping took his son's hand and motioned him to go out.

The woman opened her sleepy eyes, Yuan Guangping stroked her forehead hair, the wind leaked from the broken wheels, even though she was sleeping in the open and sleeping on straw, she was still beautiful in coarse linen, heartbreakingly beautiful.

"Pei'er is afraid of the dark, so stay with him for her husband, you can sleep."

"Don't go too far."

"Don't go far." Yuan Guangping took off the patched tattered gown and covered her, and took Yuan Xinpei aside.

Yuan Xinpei stared at the strange man beside his father with wide eyes. The man's black brocade robe blended into the night.The cold wind blew the clothes hanging on Yuan Xinpei's body, and it was so cold that he shivered.

"It's him."

"Correct."

"Don't worry, my lord, the young master is the life-saving talisman of His Royal Highness, and His Majesty will treat him kindly."

Yuan Guangping knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully, "Thank you."

It was only later that Yuan Xinpei found out that the man was just a bodyguard, the personal bodyguard of the late emperor.

Moonlight leaked from the dead leaves, revealing a figure kneeling on the ground.

The servant next to him carrying the lamp yawned, and persuaded in a low voice, "Third Master, you should go to sleep quickly. After three days of guarding the spirit, you can't bear the iron body. It's not a small thing, the second lady never sees people, her eyes see After disappearing, I became even more impatient to see people.”

"When will I not see it?" Dongzi's voice was cold.

"The year the master returned to the capital, the second lady somehow made clothes from the silk and satin that was rewarded above, but they were neither made for the master, nor for the eldest and second young masters. They were all small clothes. The shoes are for boys. Clothes from babies to adults have been made. The three big boxes are still pressed in the warehouse. The second wife can’t see them. If she sees them, she will break them. But the second wife can’t see now. After finishing the last shoe, blood suddenly dripped from her eyes, and she has been invisible since then." The servant sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and sighed: "Second Madam is also suffering, and now I can live a peaceful life for a few days. , but couldn’t see it, the master went again. Third young master, I’m not a kid, if you were at home all these years, the second lady would feel better.”

"But it's important to be an errand in the palace. I'm talking too much, young one." The servant stopped and still stood, looking at the courtyard where the lights had been turned off.

"What about the three boxes?" Dongzi asked.

"The warehouse is locked, and the young master is in charge of the key. If you want to see it, I will invite the young master to open it tomorrow. It's too late today, and the young master must have fallen asleep."

Dongzi nodded, still kneeling, completely unconscious below his knees.He looked up at the servant with a tired face, sent him to sleep, and left the lantern in front of him.The white light of the lantern shone on the ground, his mother lived in a small courtyard, the threshold on the courtyard door was old, and the ground was covered with thick dust, few people came.

Zishi is the time when the cold air first invades the human body overnight.

The door creaked open.

When Dongzi raised his head, he clearly heard the slight sound from his neck.A woman appeared through the door, with a cloth band wrapped around her face, strangling her eyes.

She couldn't see it, but she also carried a lantern.

The wind blew the lanterns around, but the cowhide was stretched out, and the lights never went out.

In her other hand, she held a rolling pin.

"Are you my son?" The woman hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice hoarse.

Yuan Xinpei kowtowed loudly.

"Not enough." The woman shook her head.

again.

Blood flowed from Yuan Xinpei's forehead.

The woman sighed, "It's still not enough."

third head.

She squatted down carefully and put the lantern aside, her trembling hands couldn't tell the direction, Dongzi took her hand and pulled her to touch his face.The woman's hands were dry and thin, her skin was so white that it seemed to glow, and her gray hair was scattered by the wind.

She bent down, touched the wetness on Yuan Xinpei's forehead, and touched his eyes, which were also hot and wet.Her face was covered with white cloth, and the two depressions were covered with water.She took a deep breath, her slender eyebrows quivered slightly, and they were tangled and uncomfortably clenched, her lips trembled and were slightly parted.

"You know what's wrong?"

Yuan Xinpei couldn't speak because of a scorching heat in his nasal cavity, he could only hold his mother's hand and choke, and that hand suddenly pulled out forcefully.The woman let out a breath, and the white air melted in the air.

"If you know you've made a mistake, turn your back on it. If you deserve to be punished, you'll have to pay it back. If your sins are erased, there will be no retribution in the future."

The cold wind invaded the bone marrow, and Dongzi turned his back to his mother. He vaguely remembered that his mother had a nickname, Yueqiao.

The rolling pin fell on Dongzi's back. Although his wife was weak, she beat her hard. It seemed that all her strength in her life was reserved for this fat beating.

Criss and criss-cross bloodstains appeared on Dongzi's back, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, dripping to the ground, his hands clenched into fists, and he tried his best to endure.

Until his mother lay down on the ground in despair, leaning against his back weakly, her face was wet, and tears soaked the broken skin.The muscles on Dongzi's back jumped wildly, but he just knelt silently.

"Get up. Let mother take a good look at you."

Dongzi trembled all over, and helped Yueqiao into the room. The mother and son looked at each other silently. His mother seemed to be relieved, talking and laughing. She had many questions. A woman in her forties, the years have demanded too much on her hair and skin, but she looks like an innocent girl.

Yueqiao's hand lingered between his brows and eyes, the warmth was indescribable by Dongzi, as if his whole body was soaked in warm water, and the water would never be cold.

"You look like your father." Yue Qiao touched his face carefully and said.

"Of course my son is like my father." Dongzi smiled, and the embarrassment in his heart eased a little.

"Since you and the emperor broke up, you must treat him well."

Dongzi nodded in embarrassment, his face flushed with embarrassment, his head lowered lower and lower, and his mother held his chin, making him look directly at her.

Yueqiao said: "There is no difference between a man and a man, and between a man and a woman. The important thing is that if you love someone, you have to spend your whole life with them. Life is short, and only a few decades Years of time, how can one bear all the deep affection of a person. One thing about love is that the more you use your affection, the more affectionate you will be. Even if you give everything to your lover, you will still feel that it is not enough. Only by being with you for a long time can you feel that you are not enough If you live up to the world, you won’t regret wasting too much time on anger, misunderstanding, and neglect.”

Thinking of the rift between his parents, Dongzi respectfully agreed.

"But it's not about obeying everything. You have to have your own opinion, let him know what you're thinking, put yourself in his shoes, and understand what he's thinking. The long-term way is for two people to be of one heart and one mind."

Dongzi nodded.

"Mother's most regrettable thing is that I don't have much time to teach you. You have to work hard on your own in the future." Yueqiao stopped talking, and her fingers reluctantly left Dongzi's face. She touched his shoulder and held his hand. His two arms touched his hand again, sighed, and said: "Mother wants to rest."

Dongzi sniffled, "The kid will come talk to you tomorrow."

Yueqiao smiled and waved him out.

After leaving Yueqiao's room, Dongzi felt the burning heat all over his back, but there was an unspeakable soreness in his heart, which seemed to be hot.

That night he slept on his stomach, constantly touching the ring on his hand.At daybreak, I fell asleep dimly, and when I was woken up, the sky was already bright, and a servant came hurriedly, and stood at the door tremblingly, with my head down, not daring to speak.

"What's the matter?" Dongzi felt vaguely ominous, sitting on the edge of the bed in draped clothes, his back still hurting badly.

"Third...Third Master...Second Madam...Tun Tun Tun Jin committed suicide last night."

Dongzi's robe slipped to the ground. He stood up while leaning against the table, took a deep breath, and said, "Understood, I'll go over right away."

The servant exited the room, and he sat back on the bed stiffly, his mind was buzzing, and Yueqiao's words "The road ahead, you have to work hard on your own" repeated over and over again.

At noon, Dongzi got up, asked someone to pour cold water in, washed away the red eye circles, brushed off the fine dust from his robe, and walked in front of his elder brother.

"Where is auntie? Big brother, please ask for instructions, can you bury my father and mother together."

"This... I'm afraid this is against the rules."

Dongzi glanced at his sister-in-law, and looked straight at Lao Dao: "If not, after a hundred years, I won't have much trouble digging a grave." Dongzi paused, and then said: "I'd better trouble my elder brother to talk about it. "

In Chengyuan Hall, Fu Qiu sat stiffly for a while when he learned about Dongzi's mother-in-law's suicide.The maid brought the tea to his hand, and Fu Qiu took a sip of it, and then he felt relieved.He had been negligent about the Yuan Guangping incident. Dongzi entered the palace at a young age and had never seen his mother again. This time he asked for leave and went back to provide for his life. He also granted ten days and a half months of leave.Dongzi and his eldest brother were promoted to rank, and many things were rewarded.

But Rao is so.

Fu Qiu was still worried.

If Yuan Xinpei still couldn't let go of this section, then naturally he wouldn't run away with him at night. He said that he wanted to elope that day, but the scene where Dongzi was expected to be ecstatic didn't happen.He was still indifferent, expressionless, he put his arms around Fu Qiu and kissed him, as if he didn't take the matter seriously to comfort him.Dongzi said, "I'll talk about it when I get back after finishing the funeral."

Fu Qiu obediently waited in the palace, and he could only wait in the palace. Two days ago, he went to Yuan's house to express his condolences. He saw him, but he didn't say anything.

Fu Qiu was anxious for two days, and was also a little angry. Although it was because of him, he didn't do it.But he was as timid as a rat, he didn't even dare to sneak out of the palace to find Dongzi at Yuan's house.

Fu Qiu's heart moved, and he put down his pen.

"Where is Xiong Mu?"

A figure jumped out of the window, Fu Qiu said: "Come in."

Xiong Mu, dressed in vermilion guard uniform, knelt down on one knee, "What do you want to order?"

"I'm going to sneak out of the palace tonight, you make arrangements, and no one can find out about it."

At night, Fu Qiu never expected that this Xiong Mu would hold him under his armpit, perform lightness kung fu, and put him on the wall.In Xiong Mu's eyes, the nearly ten-meter-high wall is like walking on flat ground. Fu Qiu has seen what it means to be a real martial arts master.

At this moment, the gate of the Yuan family has been closed tightly, and one can observe from the top of the wall of the Yuan family.

Fu Qiu pointed at it from a distance: "There are lights in that place, so it must be the mourning hall."

Xiong Mu tightened his arms.

"Slow down, carry me on your back, don't hold me anymore..."

"Yes."

The smell of burning paper money made Fu Qiu sneezed. There was only one person kneeling inside, and Dongzi turned his head.

At that moment Fu Qiu saw the astonishment in his eyes, leaned over, sat next to him, and touched his shoulder.

"Give me some money, and I will also burn some for my parents-in-law and two adults."

Fu Qiu didn't pay attention to what he called Dongzi's parents wrong. He stared at the flames that engulfed the paper money, and waited for them to be burned to ashes.Why doesn't Dongzi talk, so he has nothing to say to me?Is he doing well these days? I am willing to give up the country for Dongzi. He must be very touched, but the emperor must have told him ten baskets to keep an eye on me and be a prosperous emperor. Brainwashing is very serious. Not necessarily willing.

So is he willing to take me out of here again?

Fu Qiu was about to be entangled to death by himself, he looked up with a complicated expression, and was about to say something.

Dongzi suddenly grabbed his hand and kowtowed towards the coffin.

"Mother, this is the person the child said."

"In this life, the son will treat him well."

"..." Fu Qiu was stunned, and kowtowed involuntarily.

Xiong Mu ran in with a burning buttock, "Your Majesty! What are you doing?!" He tried his best to restrain his voice and looked around, "Who are you kowtowing to?! You are the emperor!"

"..." Fu Qiu smiled indifferently, and pointed to the coffin, "There lies my mother-in-law."