Yinxiang's wedding has just passed, and I was happy with that festive energy for a few days, and then fell into a new round of busyness, but this time, I was sad.

Yinzhen and Yinxiang were busy outside all day, only saying that there were frequent disasters in Shandong and Henan, and the city was already full of disaster victims lying on the ground, and the soup soup in the five cities could not be spread everywhere. Emperor Ama ordered the ministers of the Eight Banners to cook porridge in three places outside the city according to each banner, and the Han ministers and the Ministry of Internal Affairs also divided into three places to give porridge.

Every day, at dawn, I took Li Fu and Meiyu to set up a soup kitchen stall at the alley in front of the house. Two days later, the announcement was also involved. I wondered why the eighth didn't set one up himself, but after thinking about it, I understood that such a big event is not the time to invite merit. If the two princes who are also Baylor are on the same street, it will be a mess, it is better to show that they have to work together, and if it reaches Lao Kang's ears, it is more like that.

The silver taels in the house are not small, but they still have to support a large family, and they can't starve their families to death because of disaster relief. And the matter of disaster relief and soup soup is a bottomless abyss at all, and no one knows how long it will last, no matter how I calculate, that is not a small amount of silver at this time is not enough.

I took the money earned by Yiyantang and secretly made up for it, but fortunately, Yinzhen threw himself on the outside and didn't bother to pay attention to it at all. Li Fu is a thoughtful person, responsible for recording the inflow and exit of silver money, grain and rice inventory, but he only checks the accounts every day and returns them to me, and does not say much.

Now I can think about it, if he wants to tell the truth, let him go, anyway, there is nothing Kangxi doesn't know about in this world, he can hide it for a day, a month or even a year, but he can't hide it for a lifetime. On this festival, if my silver can really help Yinzhen or those disaster victims, let his father think whatever he thinks.

When Yinzhen returned home every day, it was already night, and he was exhausted, so he saw that I was still in the kitchen and watched Li Fuqing count the grain and rice, and pulled me back to the backyard.

Seeing the porridge bowl on the table, Yinzhen was stunned, I hurriedly took the clothes handed by Ruyi and helped him change them, explaining, "Leave a bowl of porridge every day and eat it yourself, do you taste it?"

"Good. Yin Zhen sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and scooped a spoonful, and looked up at me before he could eat and nodded, "Not bad." ”

I sat across from him and watched him eat the porridge cleanly, feeling rather uncomfortable, this man had been running outside for a day, and came back as if he had never eaten. I remember the legendary Yongzheng's sentence about disaster relief porridge "floating chopsticks fall on people's heads", under his nose, I still dare to boil rice soup to fool people? Don't be funny.

From that day on, he would leave two bowls of soup porridge every day, and when he returned home, the two of us would eat together. I smiled and said that it can be regarded as experiencing the people's feelings, Yinzhen shook his head and denied it, his brows furrowed, "It's far away, the victims are very bitter." ”

This kind of disaster relief persisted intermittently for nearly two months, and Kangxi ordered the victims to return to their hometowns several times, but encountered new disasters. Repeated several times, finally announced the end on the seventh day of the fifth month, Yinzhen and Yinxiang have lost a whole circle, but the two of them are finally no longer worried, saying that the emperor Ama said that he exempted Shandong from the flood in the previous year, and also postponed the collection of this year's Ding grain and grain, and the matter finally came to an end.

It's just that the disaster has passed, but there have been many changes in the house, and Honghui is sick. High fever for three days in a row, unable to eat but kept vomiting and diarrhea, groggy and unconscious calling Ama Eniang, occasionally calling Hongwan, I don't know if he is looking for his younger brother or sister, maybe both think, the older the kid becomes, the more concerned everyone around him becomes.

No matter how much I wiped his body and fed him medicine, it didn't get better, and he always weakly muttered that his stomach hurt. Su Changqing treated him every day, saying that he had been used to being expensive since he was a child, and he was afraid that he would be infected with dysentery by the victims because of the soup kitchen.

Yinzhen stayed in Honghui's room every day when he came back from the next court, watching Su Changqing prescribe medicine and medicine, watching me feed him medicine and wipe his body, and always holding the book "Saving the Heart and Evening Love" written by Honghui in his hand. I often saw him spread the booklet on the table, picked up the pen and put it down, frowned and walked to the bedside, leaned over and pressed his forehead against Honghui's, his eyes staring straight at him.

I woke up and ran back to my room, huddled in the corner of the big bed and wrapped myself in the quilt, it was a hot summer afternoon, but I felt cold and shivering.

This is the 43rd year of Kangxi, and it is already May, the year I used to be infinitely afraid, and it has finally come.

I saw Yinzhen standing in front of the bed, listening to him say, "Honghui will be fine", but he failed to give me the strength I believed. I buried my head in the quilt and bit my arm so hard that I couldn't shake off the clear day in my head. From the time he came to the Qing Dynasty to know his identity, he began to be afraid.

My head was gently pressed by the palm of my hand, and I leaned into Yinzhen's arms, and there was a bloody smell in my mouth, but I didn't feel pain. The horn was lifted by him, and I looked at the circle of blood marks on my arm, and my tears crackled and fell, and a few tiny drops of light red shattered on it.

Yinzhen's palm held my arm, and gently stroked it with the thumb and fingertips, and as soon as the delicate and warm fingers of the white jade wrench were touched, the blood bloomed a bewitching red along the texture, like blood jade. I looked at him in a daze, and listened to him softly reassure, "Believe me, Honghui is fine, it will be fine." ”

I don't know if I can change Honghui's fate when I come here, but I don't want to watch him leave me.

I still followed Su Changqing to take care of Honghui, and after another five days, his condition finally improved, Honghui's fever subsided, and he could eat some liquid food such as rice porridge every day. The little face gradually became angry, and he could call me Eniang weakly but clearly.

I began to believe that there is no way for heaven to be endless, but I also strengthened my belief that whether I want to or not, the change of history is by no means within my power, and in this way, I will do what I do.

The capital gradually returned to the calm and lively of the past, and the business of my Yiyantang was not good in the past two months, and how could any woman dare to go out and wander around the streets full of victims, but fortunately, all I embezzled were put in my pocket, and although the store earned less, it was not greatly affected.

I asked Smile to go to the rich Jiangsu and Zhejiang to open a branch, and she chose Suzhou and Hangzhou Paradise, saying that she knew that I didn't go to Chengxi Lake, so she helped me step on it first. Smile handed over the shop to Yinyu to take care of, packed up his bags and quickly went on the road, Yinyu told him to go with him, but helplessly, the prince was not allowed to leave Beijing without his life.

At the end of May, I received a letter with a smile, which was sent to the house by Yan Yu under the pretext of coming to see me and Honghui. Since she is married, she will not hide some things from her, anyway, this girl has already kissed me far more than the fourth master, I am very relieved. It's just that Yan Yu's already pregnant belly makes me a little worried.

Seeing that all the qiē was carried out according to the arrangement, I counted the days and fell ill.

On the third day of the sixth month, Yinzhen once again followed Kangxi to Saiwai, and before leaving, he sat in front of Honghui's bed and carefully told him to take medicine on time and pay attention to rest, and so on He actually said a long list, which surprised Honghui and I.

Because he was sick and had not recovered, I asked him to take Lan Si and Song with him, and stay in the mansion to recuperate quietly. Concubine De, who stayed in the palace, said that she was afraid that I would not be able to take care of it alone, and she was also afraid that she would be too sick to give other children, so she took the Hongwan sister and brother into the palace.

Honghui's illness was basically cured, and I hugged him every day to talk to him, telling him a lot of things, some of which were stories and some of which were true, and he seemed to understand and listened to him. When it comes to fun places, we laugh happily, and when it comes to sad topics, he will cry with me.

Honghui, who is eight years old, is as precocious as those ancient children, and may not fully understand some things, but he is extremely considerate and very considerate.

Everything was carried out in an orderly manner as I had planned, including Yinzhen rushing back to the house on the way to Saiwai.

At this time, the House of Baylor was full of white lanterns, lit with white wax day and night, and the empty house could not hear the laughter of the past, only the smell of incense, candles and burning paper floating in the sultry air.

I was standing outside Honghui's door dressed in white, and I saw Yinzhen walking quickly into the backyard, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he walked unsteadily in front of me, and his palms were on my shoulders, clenched tightly. I could feel his grief, but I couldn't put it into words, not even words of comfort.

As he looked at the small room that had once been full of sunlight, Cai Yi was kneeling in front of the small coffin and burning paper money, and the table where we used to sit around for snacks had been replaced by a table, and the spiritual tablet I had written was placed upright.

The Hongwan sister and brother were brought in by Gao Wuyong, and the voice calling Ama Eniang was so small that it was almost inaudible, and the two of them were already wearing white scarves on their heads. Yinzhen pointed to Honghui's door to them, lowered his head and hugged me, buried his face in my neck, and the feeling of wetness and coldness seeped into my heart and lungs in an instant.

I saw Hongwan's red and swollen eyes and tears falling again, Hongwan pulled her into the door and knelt in front of the coffin, taking the paper money in Caiyi's hand.

A child who has just passed his fourth birthday......

I was frightened by what I thought, and the day they were born was also the sixth day of the sixth month of June!

I regret it, I really regret it...... Could this be the so-called cause and effect and reincarnation? The two of them replaced Honghui? Is it because I insist on having another child that Honghui has to leave his parents? If not, maybe Honghui can grow up healthily by my side, marry a wife and have children, maybe it is because of my thought that I have today's last resort, and I have the fait accompli that I know and am working on.

At night, facing the dark sky without stars and moons, Yinzhen and I sat outside Honghui's door, holding the "Dizang Sutra" written by Honghui for him on his birthday. There is also the identical red purse made by Concubine De herself, which has long been a little old and no longer wears it, and at this time it was also tightly held in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't find the one that belonged to Honghui, as well as the jade pendant of the word "Hui" rewarded by Kangxi, and the volume of "Saving the Heart of Evening Love".

I told him that Honghui's things were put in the coffin, and I wanted to accompany him, forever.

Yinzhen put his head against the wall, and the sound of the collision was very clear in the night, and it hit my heart.

I leaned against his chest and whispered "I'm sorry", he pressed my head tightly against his chest, and his heart pounded violently against my nerves with a rapid heartbeat.

I really didn't mean to separate them from father and son, I really didn't.

On the night Honghui left the house, he endured all the grievances, and only knelt in front of me and said that he wanted Ama Eniang to take care of his body and take care of his younger brothers and sisters. He didn't shed a single tear, his smile was still so clear, and the little tiger tooth that was changing his teeth was still firmly flashing on his lips. My heart hurt as much as it does now.

We guarded Honghui's small coffin with only pen, ink, paper and inkstone, until a very light orange morning sun appeared on the dim sky, which still did not bring a trace of warmth, and the sky began to drift like a silk drizzle. The two of us were close together, huddled under the eaves, and neither of us moved half a step. The rain soaked my shoes and splashed the corners of his robe.

Gao Wuyong reported several times outside the gate of the courtyard, the fifth master came, the seventh master came, the ninth master and the tenth master came, and those princes who did not go out with Kangxi came over when they heard that Yinzhen had returned home.

Yinzhen picked me up from the ground, staggered back and held on to the wall, his eyes stared straight into the room, his lips were dry and pale, and his voice was hoarse, "Hongwan, send your brother." ”

Hongwan knelt in front of the coffin, his immature little face looked solemn, as if he had grown up several years old overnight, and seriously responded "yes" to the ground.

I don't know what such a young child would do, whether he knew what to do, but I saw the little rice bowl of Honghui that Gao Wuyong bowed over. Hongwan took it in his hand and raised it above his head, and with his never-before-seen high note, "Brother......", it shattered in front of his kneeling knee.

Gao Wuyong led the four subordinates to lift the coffin, Yinzhen walked into the room, put his hands on the coffin lid and stroked it gently, slowly took out a piece of white paper from his arms, and opened it with his fingers trembling slightly. I followed him and saw a black calf outlined in ink on it, tears streaming down my cheeks. Yinzhen bent down to put the paper into the brazier, and the flames immediately rolled up the edges and burned out quickly. I thought to myself, "Honghui, your uncle drew a calf for you again, don't forget him when you grow up." ”

Hongwan walked in front with a white banner in his hand, and Hongwan knelt on the wet and cold ground in the room and sobbed, rubbing his knees against the door and clutching the door frame with his small hands. When the courtyard door opened, I saw Shushen's small figure kneeling beside me, with tears on her face like a red man, and whispering "Honghui".

The sound of blowing sounded in the front yard, and the loud and mournful suona came over. The small musical instrument that once brought such a festive and cheerful rhythm to the prince's wedding became so miserable, as if crying and howling farther and farther, but the sound always echoed over the small courtyard.