Donggong: If Li Chengyin remembered first

Since that day, the matter of Zhao Gao's family has entered into a slow trial process step by step.Some people try their best to survive, while others try their best to die.But in any case, the fate that awaits them will never have any kindness.

And who would have thought that the earth-shaking changes in fate in an instant started from the death of an innocent woman in the harem many years ago?Of course they forgot.But there are always people who can't forget, even if they come from hell, they are bound to stretch out their hands and drag them off the shore.

Some people once advised me to repay grievances and grievances, when it will be possible, it is better to let go.

Of course it is easy to speak.But I can never forget my mother.

I can't forget the hanging nail tree in her yard, and I seem to be able to hear her whispering and singing when I dream back in the middle of the night. In the past 20 years, what should be forgotten is not only not forgotten, but has become clearer.I don't know what kind of existence my mother has in my father's heart.But I stubbornly think that there is almost no love in his heart.It's the same for Concubine Shu, who was once favored for a while, and it's also the same for the queen who respects each other like a guest.

I don't want to repeat the life of such an emperor.Use a lifetime of hard work to maintain power and safeguard the country.The court played the right, although the righteousness was great, and the analysis was all the people of Liming.In fact, only those who are really high can understand that as long as he holds the supreme power in his hands, he can only stand on the opposite side of everyone forever.There can be no love, no hate.It's for the Son of Heaven, it's for the widows.

I don't want to.

After the mother left, new people came into her palace again, coming and going, things changed and people changed.The nail tree she had planted in the year she entered the palace had already been cut down, and half of its branches and leaves were gone.But I have maintained this habit very well.Anyone who moves a palace to live in a room must plant a hanging nail tree.

The so-called hanging nail tree is nothing but jujube jujube thorns that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and plains of Yanzhao.The leaves are dense and the flowers are small and covered with thorns.Except for the strong floral fragrance, there is really nothing special about it.

She called this tree hanging armor, maybe it has something to do with the son who died young in the battle.

Fei Fei Su Hua, Li Li Zhu Shi.

I pieced together these stories bit by bit, as if I could get closer to her just by looking for those traces. In the past 20 years, this is really the most focused and proud thing I have done.

After the snow melts, spring really comes.I took Xiaofeng out of the palace, and the two of them rode tall horses side by side, and went all the way out of the city.She has probably never been to the outer suburbs in the years since she came to Beijing, she was very excited and chattered non-stop.As soon as she left the city, she took off her veiled hat, her earrings jingled with pearls and emeralds, the spring breeze blew up her hair, and the corners of her skirt fluttered. We walked several miles while chatting and laughing.

The grass is already seen in the suburbs of Beijing, and the yellow willows are green in the distance.The plum blossoms in the mountains have not yet fallen, and the flowers in early spring are also blooming. The peaches and plums are burning, and the mountains and fields are connected into patches, and the birds are contending. The scenery is so beautiful.

We walked a long way before she asked: "Li Chengyin! Where are we going?"

As soon as I hit the horse, I immediately went forward, "You just follow!" The voice fell in the wind and drifted far away.But I am very happy.

She immediately chased after him as if unwilling to admit defeat, and said, "You didn't wait for me, did you? Then I won't wait for you either." With a whip, the little red horse immediately spread its four hooves and galloped along the road.

"Xiaofeng!" I hurried to catch up, but she refused to slow down and urged the horse to run faster.

I chased after her all the way, she was tired from running, she finally stopped, and said happily: "If I were in Xiliang, I would definitely be able to run faster!"

"Are you homesick?" I asked looking at the rolling hills in the distance.

She also went to see those mountains, raised her head and drank several sips of water, and said, "Of course I want to. Where is someone who is far away from home but doesn't want to go home?"

"Do homeless people also miss home?"

She was taken aback when she heard this, and looked at me strangely.

I laughed, pretending to be relaxed and said, "We will arrive after another seven or eight miles to the west from here."

"Are you there? Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you arrive."

Not long after we rode horses side by side, we saw a tall jujube tree.There is a tomb under the tree, and there are high mounds of earth rising, and weeds are overgrown.

This is the destination.

This place is already a barren mountain with few people.There are no village huts in a radius of ten miles.I rarely come here in spring.I have never seen the scene of blooming mountain flowers here.But my mother is buried here, so I probably don't feel lonely.

Yes, she would not be alone without these flowers.

Xiaofeng got off the horse and said, "This is...?" She could clearly see that this was a tomb, but she was not convinced that it was so ruined.

I took the reins of the two horses and let them graze nearby.Then he turned around and said, "This is my mother's tomb."

She thought for a while, and said: "Concubine Shu...isn't she buried in the imperial tomb?" She still remembered that every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, I would go to the imperial tomb in person.

While cleaning up the weeds on the grave, I said calmly: "The imperial mausoleum is just a tomb of clothes. I later secretly buried my mother's bones here."

She was very surprised, and while helping me pull out the withered grass, she asked, "Why?"

After clearing up the weeds, I placed the offerings, then sat down in front of the grave and said, "Xiaofeng, come here."

She sat down next to me.The two stood side by side, as if they were having a long conversation with someone.

I poured a glass of sake, sprinkled it on the grave, and said, "Mother, I brought Xiaofeng to see you."

Xiaofeng also followed my example, drawing a gourd and pouring a glass of wine.

The rich aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of soil, flowers and plants in spring overflows the mountains.

I said: "Xiaofeng, do you still remember the story of the girl and the son I told you last time in Qingyun Palace?"

She nodded and said, "I remember."

"That girl is my mother, and that young master is Pei Zhao's clan uncle. When the young master went to war, my mother sneaked out of the city to see him off, and the two parted here. The young master died in the battle with no bones left. In addition to my mother's bones, this place is actually the son's tomb."

She was stunned for a moment, as if the story was finally complete, and said happily: "Then they... are finally together, right?"

After speaking, he got up, picked a lot of wild flowers and placed them on the table, bowed three times, as if he suddenly thought of something, he said: "Does the emperor know?"

"Does he... know?" I seemed to be asking him and myself.

Does he know it?

In this story, he is just an emperor from beginning to end.

I'm still in a trance.

Xiaofeng suddenly said: "Young lady is your mother, and the little prince...is you...? Then..." She suddenly thought of something, her voice choked up, and she fell silent.

I let out a deep breath and said in a soft voice: "The little prince is me, and the princess of the neighboring country is you. It's just...you forgot."

After I finished, I felt a little regretful.

Whenever I try to think about what to say or not to say, I always think of the day when she heard the story and whispered in Qingyun Palace: "If... the princess doesn't know anything all the time, it will be fine."

Those who live sober are doomed not to be happy.

Am I doing something wrong?