The Empress Dowager Xiaokangzhang died, the government affairs came to a standstill, the whole country was in mourning, the original snow-capped capital was full of vegetarians, and the palace of Prince Yong also faded from luxury and changed into blue-gray clothes, and did not dare to exceed the rules. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, it has come to the end of the year, but because of the national funeral, I can't see the slightest joy of previous years, and the taste of the New Year is also a lot darker. Whether it is because of the national funeral or the Spring Festival, Yinzhen is on vacation at this time, except for entering the palace every day to visit Kangxi's sick body, there is not much government affairs to deal with. Therefore, the Wulanala clan proposed to take advantage of the rare free time to take the female dependents of the palace to Biyun Temple on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve to pray for the health of the Kangxi Emperor and the upcoming new year. Yinzhen likes to read Buddhist scriptures since childhood, widely friends with monks, deeply understands Buddhism, in Kangxi 50 years under the guidance of Zhang Jia Guoshi continuous meditation, and finally enlightened, has always been recognized as the only Chinese emperor among the real personal enlightenment, through the three levels of the great Zen master. Therefore, I was very interested in this trip, so I agreed to make the trip.

Biyun Temple is located on the north side of Xiangshan, at the eastern foot of Jubao Mountain in the Yumai of Xishan, and is a group of garden-style temples with compact layout and well-preserved. It was founded in the second year of the Yuan Dynasty and was expanded by the Ming and Qing dynasties. The temple sits west and faces east, and is built according to the mountain. The whole temple layout, to arrange in the courtyard of the six as the main body, north and south each with a group of courtyards, the courtyard adopts their own closed building techniques, the layers of halls are stacked according to the mountain, more than 300 steps of the terrain and form a special layout. Because the temple gradually rises according to the mountain, in order not to reveal the overall layout, it adopts the form of a series of fascinating construction. Among them, a pair of stone lions standing in front of the mountain gate, two generals of Hum Ha, the clay colored sculptures in the hall and the wall sculptures on the gable wall of the Maitreya Buddha Hall are all art treasures of the Ming Dynasty.

Although Biyun Temple is also a deep winter scene now, full of gloom, it shows the simplicity and heaviness of the thousand-year-old temple, and highlights the solemnity of the Buddhist family.

"Listen to the cicadas in the mountains, and the peaks are clear from afar. There are old strange trees in the cave, and the dream is suspected to be in Pengying. "Walking up the mountain and coming to the temple, I heard Hongli chanting excitedly.

was chatting with the Qian family behind the Wulanala clan and the Nian clan, and heard Hongli reciting "Biyun Xiaoqi", and said with a smile: "This is what your imperial grandfather did at this time in the summer and night of the seventeenth year of Kangxi. ”

"It doesn't hurt to be fine, I don't think it's rare for Hongli to know Huang Ama's early poems at a young age, maybe tell what is the artistic conception in this poem?" Seeing that Hongli was holding his mouth and stopped talking because he was hit, Yinzhen asked with a smile.

Hearing his Amma's encouragement, Hongli, who was originally aggrieved, suddenly came to his senses again, and hurriedly replied respectfully in a childish voice: "Back to Amma's words, this poem was inadvertently read by his son in the upper study, and I vaguely remember that it was written by the emperor's grandfather in May of the seventeenth year of Kangxi. At that time, the emperor's grandfather stayed in Biyun Temple at night, slept all night, and heard the sound of cicadas chirping at dawn, and then remembered that he was sleeping in the mountains. Looking at the opposite peak, the mountains are green, the sky is high and refreshing, and I can't help but feel relaxed and happy, and I am drunk by the scenery in front of me. In the east direction of the mountain gate of Biyun Temple, there is a deep gully in front of the temple, and there is a stone bridge on it. It is surrounded by high willow acacia, pine and cypress towering to the sky, all are hundred-year-old trees, looking at the ancient trees, the white clouds in the distance are lonely, so that the imperial grandfather has the illusion of being in a fairyland. I don't know if what my son said is wrong, please ask Amma to give advice. ”

The little man is talking and asking for advice with a pretending to be old, although the etiquette is thoughtful, but he also thinks it is very cute and ridiculous, which makes everyone cover their lips and chuckle, and see that his son's smart face is full of approval.

Hongli saw Hongli in the limelight, and wanted to show some praise in front of his father, but I grabbed him, shook his head secretly, and signaled him not to act rashly.

Hongtian has always been an obedient child, and he didn't compete for the limelight of Hongli anymore under my stopping, but the envy and grievances in his clear eyes made me feel distressed and guilty.

The scene where I stopped Hongyang happened to fall into the eyes of Yinzhen who was looking at Hongday, the smile on his face faded a little, and after thinking slightly, he asked Hongday, "Can you also chant it?"

Back to Amma, the son remembered that the emperor's grandfather also composed a song "Re-endowed with Biyun Xiaojing". Hongday faced his father's question, subconsciously glanced at me, saw me nodding, his face appeared with joy, and he also learned from Hongli's appearance to respond respectfully, and then read: "The summer is long in the morning, and the south wind is fragrant." Cool floating fan, barren brake grace light. ”

Yin Zhen nodded, reached out and touched Hongyang's head, and praised his cleverness, which made Hongtian suddenly happy. Under the mood of the two children's re-excitement, I raised my head to meet Yinzhen's gaze, smiled and smiled to express my gratitude, Yinzhen received my thanks, and responded with a light smile, and the eyes exchanged, everything was in silence.

"Sister, you are too harsh on Hongday, in fact, the two children are still young, and they naturally want to be recognized, why bother to press Hongday in order to highlight Hongli, even my sister I feel unbearable when I see it. "Pray from the main hall, when I came to the temple to stay in the meditation room to rest, Qian asked Mama to take the two children out to play, and I talked to me about the right talent, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for Hongday.

Just now, I deliberately stopped Hongli from stealing the limelight from Hongli, and the Qian family stood beside me, so I naturally saw it clearly. I have always deliberately raised my two children in different ways, and I also know that I intend to let Hongli understand my identity and position with Hongli from an early age. But because the Qian family had personally raised Hongyang for a period of time, and I really loved this child as my own, I felt that my approach was a little too cautious and harsh because I felt sorry for Hongday. However, she will never say these things in front of the two children, and even often teach Hongli to love Hongli's younger brother, and should be patient and humble to his younger brother, so Hongli also cares about Hongli sincerely, which makes Hongli, who is likable everywhere, appear tolerant and atmospheric. That's what I'm happy to see, so I didn't stop it.

"I know that sister, you love Hongday, but if there is no major change, Hongli's future identity will definitely not be comparable to Hongday. Looking at the present, the eyes are full of sibling rivalry, which makes people sigh and feel cold. Sister, I am really afraid that one day such a situation will be repeated in the two children, so I would rather let Hongtian be wronged now than see brothers fight again in the future. I sighed helplessly and said to Qian.

"No, Hongli and Hongday are good children, no matter what happens in the future, we will not let them fall into the day when they meet each other, my sister must not think too much about this, it is right to let the two children grow up happily and help each other. Seeing my melancholy face, Qian also understood my worries, and hurriedly relieved.

I nodded, and turned the conversation elsewhere, but I still couldn't calm down, just because I vaguely remembered that history had not been conclusive about whether my child would eventually die or the wrath of the emperor, and how could I not be troubled and sorrowful. (To be continued.) )