It's like a dream.

The most beautiful capital is always in autumn, you can see the white clouds floating in the blue sky, and those gloom seem to be blown away by the wind at the end of the sky, or taken away from the capital by the fourteenth.

The sorrow and pain that lingered in my heart were all passed with the hot summer and the autumn wind, and the palace stood under a blue sky, with red walls and golden tiles, unchanged for eternity.

Concubine De went, with her story, her heart, her love for the emperor and her husband, and her unspeakable love for her sons, and also took away all the inexplicable incomprehension of Yinzhen in the past forty years, and was reborn after cutting off a qiē.

After that day, I had not seen fourteen, nor had I seen anyone else, living in the most complicated palace and living the simplest life. Sometimes, it seems that I have forgotten that period of time, how to suffer every minute and second; Sometimes clear flashes, every face.

Is it fair?

Kangxi went, and in just a moment, it was divided into two eras. Back then, Yinxiang was driven away by him; Back then, Yinxiang disappeared behind the aura of fourteen. I once lamented the injustice in the world, and today, I have returned it. Ten years earlier, ten years later, all people have to go through, there is no distinction.

Time is a good medicine, and anyone and anything, after the baptism of time, will get the best explanation and finally be relieved. Yinzhen is, I am, Yinxiang is, I believe that Fourteen is too.

Too leisurely days are suitable for forgetting, the sun and the moon, morning and dusk, are in one side of the world, except for a few people close to him, it seems that a qiē is in the fade to forget, suitable for remembering is really not much, except for the daily fixed afternoon, Yinzhen will sit there to review the chapter, as soon as it gets dark, he will go back to the Qianqing Palace to continue to guard.

Autumn is getting colder, winter is approaching, and the night is getting earlier and earlier, at this time, I remember the good summer.

His hand was so hot that he shook the lid of the teacup, and the candlelight faded. Brushed aside the handkerchief and wiped it casually, "Go down, and I'll take it later." "When I went to the window and looked, I saw a large cloud blown by the wind and pressed to the front, and it was pitch black." Go and let Su Peisheng prepare, go back early, don't get drenched in the rain. ”

A black shadow flashed in the afterglow, and the white jade wrench fell on the window wood, and the voice was clear to the ear, "It's still early, the rain has stopped and left." ”

"It's fine." Took the action in his hand, carefully closed the window, and had a bright yellow handkerchief wrapped around his finger.

His eyes were fixed on the teacup and his fingers, and he didn't look at me, but quietly as if he was still sitting in front of the desk, "Winter is coming in a blink of an eye, are you ready?" ”

If you don't have a head, you don't know how to answer.

"That's right, as soon as the eyes of hibernating animals are closed, what is there to prepare."

If you hadn't heard the ridicule and helplessness in his mouth, I would have thought it was a major event of the He family and country.

Before he could react, the dark eyes were close to the eyelashes.

"I have to find something for you, and if I continue like this, how can I do it."

As soon as the words fell, thunder came, and there was a click, and lightning seemed to be about to smash into the room.

That night, too, lightning and thunder, I slept very unsteadily, he was, I was. Lying in bed like that, who had ever seen him like this?

Dreams, lingering. The tears of those bloody men turned from before the war to the harem in an instant, and the family and country were inseparable. Crying is hard to suppress accusations and resentment, all of which become silent resentment, silent sadness, similar faces, unspeakable sadness. All kinds of daytime have become memories of the past......

Always abruptly he turned over from the pillow and sat up, his eyes half-open and trying to turn in the darkness, and suddenly his arm crossed me and grabbed the corner of the curtain. I don't know how many times I have done this, but I have always laid back according to my words, but my eyes are still open, and my hands refuse to relax at all. Not a word was heard, only the face buried in the neck, the arm behind him, damp with body temperature.

During that period of time, day and night, the pain always came suddenly, like finding a hole between the bones and burrowing out, like a small insect crawling and biting everywhere along the bones, sour to numbness, and being strangled by a pair of hands is even more obvious, and it cannot be mistaken.

In the silence of midnight, a white light flashed, accompanied by a muffled thunderclap. When the sound of falling rain came from outside the window, I could see the dampness that suddenly gathered in his eyes. The rain, which had been suffocated for a whole day and night, was not disturbed by the quiet night, and fell into my heart.

Such a man is extremely rare. Stubborn, domineering, strong, every time it's him, it's a common thing I'm familiar with, at this time, it's like a different person, dumb sighed, hugged me back to the neck and chest, the words are soft, clear and audible, and murmured to Eniang.

My heart ached for a moment, and the sound of the rain became more and more urgent. I don't know what to say, what to say, it's too heavy. And in their hearts, they know better than anyone else, and there is no need for words.

Perhaps, he understands now, maybe, he always does.

I also became like his Eniang at the end of the day, unable to distinguish the truth from the false, "Yinzhen, Eniang is here." Yinzhen, accompany Eniang. ”

There was a muffled answer on his chest, only a "I know", and everything else I heard in the corner, just as it was the story he told me to others.

I was distressed, just for a moment, I was like stepping on the junction of time and space, in a trance, I couldn't tell whether what I was holding in my arms was my lover who had been with me for 30 years, or the young child who suddenly appeared in front of me. Or, the child in his mouth is Yinzhen or himself. A curtain of rain, two brothers, the inner garden of the palace, maternal love, how to give birth to connivance and sharing. His grievances, his heartaches, his pains, or what their brothers shared, have long since carried too much with the passage of time, gains, losses, incalculable, and immeasurable.

Many times, we want to go back many years overnight, to a certain moment where we wanted to go, but we can't go back. Every step we have taken has made us what we are today, but we will never go back to what we used to be.

Concubine De didn't wait for her young son, but I felt that she had a spirit in heaven to rest in peace. She has a child in her heart, and she has a child in her heart, and she has always been. She gave the best love to Zhen'er at the beginning of her life, and left the most genuine love at the end of her life in Wu'er's heart.

I once thought that whether it was family, friendship or love, the one who left first was always blessed. It turns out that between life and death is never a simple proposition, and there is no formula to draw conclusions. We can't know whether the future is good or not, we can only give sincerely, to the people you love and cherish.

Wake up from a deep sleep, his past, all the unknown unwillingness that sank in the bottom of my heart, all flow through the bottom of my heart, the pain of transformation will only be understood after experience, and I will see a better self.

hugged him and buried him in his neck, laughed somehow, and his voice seemed to be scattered by thunder and lightning, "Yinzhen, I love you." ”

I don't know if he heard it, patted me on the back, and his voice was as usual, "Yinxiang's birthday is coming, I have already picked a gift, and Ming'er will ask them to show it to you." ”

Fortunately, my sentence is in front, otherwise it would be hypocritical. In response, he pushed his chest but couldn't stand up, looking up only to see the curvature of his jaw and the Adam's apple tightened.

Lying in his heart and listening silently for a while, his heart beat as usual, and a low male voice sounded in the quiet room again, "You are not the bird I raised here, under the rules, you should be yourself, otherwise, what I did is meaningless, and it is not worthy of your love." ”

Time seemed to be fixed in his words, so that I could not think, I could no longer hear thunderstorms, I could not see candlelight and lightning, and I was trapped in an unknown situation. For a long time, he couldn't move in his arms.

All the qiē that has precipitated in my heart is gone. I am only for him, only for him, and no one else has anything to do with me.

"I'm just a little lazy......"

The fingers on the dragon's whiskers on his chest curled into his palms, and the exposed fingertips rubbed the whiskers on his lips and bit into his mouth.

"It hurts!"

Resentment? For a moment, his expression was strange and familiar, the way he had seen it many, many years ago. I was young at the time, but it was as clear as yesterday.

The burning pain was still there, but it slowly eased as he sucked on the tip of his tongue.

"Not only is he lazy, but he also loves to wander, and burning your fingers is a small punishment."

I wanted to bow my head and admit my mistake cooperatively, but I couldn't help but wrap my neck around him and smile to meet him, "You say, how good it would be if I could hibernate, I'll sleep for three or two years first, and then wake me up when you come back, and you don't have to count the hours to look at the sky." I'm lovesick, so I burned my fingers, but I was teased by you. Ignoring his smiling expression, he snorted and snorted with a fake look, "No wonder everyone in the world says that the emperor doesn't understand love." ”

The smile gradually faded from the end of his eyes, I was taken seriously by him, I sat up with a smile, and it was really uncomfortable to kneel on the soft collapse, so I simply rubbed it to the edge of the collapse and stood up, pulled his sleeve and pulled it out.

The man who was lying on the floor did not speak, but pointed to the table and looked at me again, and then tilted the cushion and did not move, so that he could squint his eyes for a long time.

I quietly went back and forth several times, put the fold on the table, studied the ink and moistened the pen, and the emperor who was fixed there did not move, only a word came out of nowhere: "Read." ”

I don't know if he was satisfied with what he heard, I stood solemnly like Gao Wuyong Su Peisheng, as if even my waist was bent into a respectful posture, and the words were read.

It's a very boring excerpt, a waste of my time and feelings, but it's also a new experience on such a rainy late autumn evening.

The person who hadn't moved for a long time suddenly spoke, and I carefully distinguished, and it was actually a reply to the greeting.

He was still crooked, his eyelids never lifted a bit, but I could hear the emotion in his voice. I didn't know what to do with the fold, I stabbed the side of the waist, but it still shouldn't, so angry that I dropped the fold on the table and picked up the pen, "Like this, you should send it back directly to slap his face, wasting manpower and material resources, and it's extremely boring." If you don't reply, I'll write it. ”

I squinted and looked like him, and both of them laughed. He took his hand and tried to pull him, but sat on his legs, which were already sitting cross-legged.

The hand holding the pen was clasped between his fingers, hung for a while, drew the pen in his hand, and quickly fell on the fold.

Those small cinnabar characters jumped on the paper, and I was in a trance, as if I had seen it before, as if I had read it in my heart, as if I was outside this scene, and saw that the legendary diligent emperor kept writing and reviewing, day and night.

The breath was beside my face, light and quiet, and my distraction was invisible under his concentration. He bowed his head and took the new fold, read it word by word, and leaned back into his arms to sit down.

It's like, like a dream.