In the first year of Yongzheng, there was still a lot of new atmosphere, and the new emperor who had no daughters under his knees had three more daughters in a blink of an eye.

There are people who talk about it in private, I haven't heard it with my own ears, but I know it clearly. For the palace maids and eunuchs in the huge palace, they have long been accustomed to it, and as for those so-called brothers or powerful ministers with more status, I am afraid that they are even more blatant.

Whether they are jealous or jealous is the question. As for how jealous I am, I won't think about it, anyway, it's still the old saying, how bold the sky is, how productive the earth is, about jealousy, the same can be proven.

Looking at my little daughter, who had been sitting in a daze with an unembroidered handkerchief all morning, and occasionally sighed silently, I called tentatively.

Honghui lazily raised her eyelashes, and only called Eniang after a long time, Linghong's small mouth deflated, and she put away the needle and twisted the corner pillow to my lap.

She is like filial piety, very similar, but there is a shadow of Yinxiang between her eyebrows, and her heart is even more. The original niece is still a niece, and she has long been confused by this era, and at this time, it is even worse, she has become a daughter, and she is still sent to Yinzhen by Yinxiang. All I can say is that the royal family is indeed chaotic.

"Homesick?"

The little girl didn't answer, her face was buried in my lap, and the braids hanging from the back of her head kept shaking.

Back then, Hongwan was like this, at the age of □□, all kinds of delicate and pitiful, like a young flower budding or a lazy cat that can play tricks. Nowadays, it's hard to see each other. No wonder people say that women don't stay, even the girl extrovert that Yin Zhenhun said, it makes sense to think about it now.

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, all the children have grown up, and we are old.

When she was born, we were still at sea, adrift. I once hugged her, a very young baby girl, and spent many long days and nights with me, and accompanied me to the cabin to shake and miss Yinzhen and her children in the capital. At this moment, we live in the palace, and she has become the daughter of me and Yinzhen.

Dressed up, took her hand and walked out of the palace, the imperial garden was already full of spring, tender green branches, □□ fragrant, blooming and contending. The wind is all warm, with the smell of early summer.

Hongli and Hongday brothers came to each other, and they were going to take their sister to play around and talking, and I bombarded the two boys to go back to read, and pulled Honghui to sit on the stool, and Meiyu had already held tea and put it on the table.

At noon, the corner of the deep path of the flower was bright yellow, and the red Hui lifted the skirt on the ground, and the eyes of Huang Ama were wide before he could speak, and the corners of his mouth were curled and deflated, tangled and forbearing.

"Go ahead. Raise your foot and kick her half-crouched ass, covering her mouth and laughing. took a sip of tea and put his hand into Yinzhen's outstretched palm.

The tender yellow little dress was like a bird flying out, and it flew straight into Yinxiang's arms. didn't hear the words, so I saw Yinxiang straighten up and pick up his daughter, burying a little head on his shoulder and rubbing around. Two pure white embroidered shoes decorated with yellow velopom balls swayed in front of the hem of the stone blue court robe, like those flowers that bloomed just right, and the delicate stamen heart was revealed, lining the court dress wider and taller.

When Hongwan was so old, did Yinzhen still hug her like this...... Trying to recall it, there was a blank space about that memory, and there was no way to fill it.

Some people or things, once missed, are difficult to recover. Time never waits for anyone.

Such a pet is always taken with you, and all the degrees are the best. Some people may say that I am partial, but for Honghui, it hurts, like throwing all the debts on her, Honghui's, Bang'er, and the unknown child, and even the guilt of Yinxiang and Xiaoyan. Even Yinzhen is too, and so are his sons. If you like to say it, the grapes that you can't eat are always sour, and I'm happy to see others sour, at least to prove that I'm sweet enough.

When I was bored, I also learned to go to the door, not to Concubine De, but to run to the prayer kite or the twilight room.

Since entering the palace, I have been living in the Palace of Nourishing Hearts, and no one has come to ask for peace, and this is not a place where harem women should come, although none of us have been given a name. I don't know which string to ride, but I actually ran to see his little wives.

Sitting in the same place, with the warm afternoon sunshine, there is an An Ran who talks and laughs, but there is no longer the awkwardness of the year, and I don't feel the slightest sourness.

Qi Zheng likes children very much, is very patient with Hongli and Hongday, will not always ask the two sons to read and write, and can not see which one is particularly good or indifferent, often three people play together, reminds me of the years when she first entered the house. No wonder children like to run this way, the world likes warmth, and it is not unreasonable that they do not want to be nagged and urged.

Twilight is still cold, still close to Qi Zheng, two little women with different personalities married to a man on the same day, how many years? I can't count it, they haven't changed yet.

I don't have such friends, none of my friends are here, and it is impossible for me to be so existent.

My friends, except for filial piety, are far away, farther and farther away. Even Xiao Rong left the capital and went to the far west.

None of us can go back to the simple past of our youth, so we can only go all the way forward. Chose the right person, two people together, no regrets, and walked all the way.

Tana, who I haven't seen for many years, is, filial piety, and so is Xiaorong. Come to think of it, this era is also good, a woman's heart is easier to settle, just for one person, you don't have to fight hard, just guard him, accompany him, and be firm step by step. Except for Pei Han......

Concubine De will still mention Yinzhen, and no longer ask him where he has arrived or when he will come back, as if he is casual and unintentional, always because he misses him. When Pei Han was there, he never mentioned it.

I know that I am in a different place, whether it is a mother or a wife, I understand, but I can't give them an answer. Living under the same blue sky, this palace divides men and women into two worlds, they roam freely, boundless and boundless to advance and retreat, and we have to stick to it.

In early summer, Kangxi's coffin was sent to Zunhua, where Yinzhen was ordered to go almost every year when he was the prince, but this time he saw off his father, and he became the true dragon son in charge of the world.

In May, the scorching heat was scorching, and it was learned that Yinzhen stayed in Zunhua Shouling, and at this time his name had been changed to Yunyu.

I have known this history for a long time, and the more I integrate into this circle, the more I forget it, I can hardly pick it up, and I can't piece it together into too many pieces. Those historical records are only a few words, and they can't tell the details, and they can't tell the difference. There is no way to know what happened between these brothers, and who did what.

I only believe that Yinzhen will not be ashamed of them, and his fourteenth brother is definitely not other brothers. The brothers who were united in the day may still be as good as a wish at this time, and I am still obsessed.

Two days after getting the news, he was watching Honghui practice characters in the room, Yinzhen sat at the couch table, and his pen kept reviewing the folds.

A book of female commandments, so young to read. I still remember my first marriage, and I also learned that he held my hand and wrote it word by word, as clear as yesterday. Through the window paper, I can see a young couple standing at the table, silhouetted, but I can hear the string of laughter from my heart, like the chirping of summer cicadas.

The tea on the side of his mouth had not yet touched his lips, and the bones that had been prone to pantothenic acid suddenly ached, jumping straight to the fingertips of his wrists, and the teacup shattered on the ground in response.

The two people who had stopped writing looked at me, and Zixia had lifted the curtain and walked in quickly, neatly picking it up.

"But it hurts?"

His hand rested under my fingers, and I looked through it carefully. Honghui lowered her head and continued to write as if nothing had happened. I shook my head and pushed him back in pain, and lay on the other side of the couch. He was covered with a thin quilt, and when he sat back and still looked at me, he grinned and closed his eyes.

Those pains always came suddenly after a while, and suddenly retreated, just a little sleepy, and heard a knock on the door outside, very light, but urgent.

The sound of broken footsteps, the sound of the curtains, like a whisper of rapid response, like a muffled thunder explosion, instantly disappeared from the sunlight outside the window.

Concubine De is sick. I was fine when I went to ask for peace yesterday, but today it's like a bad disease.

All the imperial doctors who could be invited were summoned, but none of them dared to prescribe, didn't say a word, and knelt on the ground.

Yin Zhen endured it, I know, but if the tantrum can solve the problem at this time, I will definitely be with him.

grabbed a pen and paper and threw it in front of the kneeling imperial doctor, and looked over one by one. "I don't have to write this recipe today, you go down, be quick with your hands and feet, use your mind, and remember to send the medicine after a while." ”

I kowtowed and withdrew, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The cause of the disease is self-evident, and it is imperative to prescribe the right medicine.

He Yinzhen whispered, he walked to the curtain and picked up a corner to look in, Concubine De, who was lying on the floor, had a pale face and a thin face.

It passed in front of me like a gust of wind, and after a while it came back again, and went straight into the back room and knelt down before the collapse.

"Eniang, my son called the fourteenth brother back, you have to get better......"

A sound came from between the trembling lips, I don't know who she called, whether it was the youngest son who was far away in Zunhua, or the eldest son who could be seen when he opened his eyes.

The outstretched hand of the horn was shaking, and the fingertips were trembling. Yinzhen stretched out his hand, but he didn't touch it, and stopped on the edge of the couch.

She kept screaming, and her son knelt there and kept looking at her. One after another became a myriad of echoes in my ears, cascading and intertwined, continuous.

After a long time, I heard him answer, so light that it was like being blown by the wind, and it drifted away, and the aftermath was still there. The hand that was still shaking grabbed a few times, and grasped the knuckles of the Nishiki quilt.

The heart hurt as if it were being grabbed by the dry palm of the hand, and it was twisted vigorously.

I took the medicine bowl and sent it to the couch, Yinzhen took it but did not withdraw the hand held by Concubine De, the mother and son lay down and knelt together, and they were persistent.

Leaning on the pillow, he bent over and leaned next to his ear, "Eniang, take some medicine, Yinzhen is here." Your daughter-in-law will help you and ask him to feed you the medicine. ”

Those eyes opened slowly, and I could feel the instant stiffness of her clenched hand. Leaned over and patted the two of them on the hands, holding their shoulders against their chests.

Her eyes did not know where to fall, and she went from curtain to window, from table to chair. I looked down at her and didn't dare to be disturbed, and my eyes finally fell on Yinzhen's face and didn't look away.

took the medicine bowl and handed it over, Yin Zhen took the medicine spoon and gently scooped it up, blew it on his lips, and dye some medicinal juice between his lips before sending it to Concubine De.

The brown juice dangling in the white porcelain spoon seems to make a sound, and every time it is shaken, it has its own melody.

The sunlight projected those carved patterns on the brocade quilt through the window paper, a warm layer of golden, with a faint pink halo, and the white and pure porcelain against the lips were dyed a little golden.

I don't know what herbs the imperial doctor put in them, and I don't know what they tasted like, maybe ...... It's not that bitter.

Time flies very slowly, and every second counts. I don't feel the weakness or the passing of life, I am still in the air.

The hand holding the tuanhua brocade quilt did not move a bit. Yin Zhen sent it over one by one, and his once infinitely stubborn Eniang drank it all down.

"Back then, you were young...... The body is always bad...... Always get sick. ”

The sound seemed to come in through the cracks of the window, with the temperature of the sun, so soft that it was unreal.

"She always holds you in her arms and feeds you medicine like this...... You'll look at her and laugh and call her mother...... You...... Remember?"

The outstretched hand paused, his expression unchanged, and his eyes darkened and brightened.

The mother and son in front of them are so quiet, like a layer of fog, they can't really see it. I don't know if the moisture is stained in his eyes, or mine, or if the weather changes suddenly, and it wants rain.

"Yes. ”

"Your sixth brother, his body is worse than yours, and I have fed him like this. Can...... He didn't even laugh like you do, and left...... I...... Can't keep him, which one ...... I can't keep it. ”

I leaned my head against her sideburns, which had been gray for half a year, and at this time, it was still neatly combed. His eyes were so hot that he couldn't stand the sudden soreness, which damped his face and trickled into his hair.

Yinzhen, this woman is your mother, and she has worked hard to bring you to this world. Now, she is old and fragile, and she is no longer the unattainable Concubine De Niangniang back then, she is just a mother at this time, a lost and frustrated mother. At this time, she is looking at you in her eyes and holding you in the palm of her hand, not someone else. Your two younger brothers, even younger sisters, she just doesn't say it, each of you is in your heart. Grievances are only grievances, this palace cuts off family affection, making people distant and their hearts farther away.

"Eniang, my son called my fourteenth brother back. If you hurry up, you will be able to get there tomorrow. ”

"Yinzhen ......"

I held my breath and waited for a long time. Perhaps, she called him, but there was no follow-up.

When I looked up, familiar faces were buried under the covers, buried in overlapping hands. The top of the sideburns, which were also gray, was gently rubbed by a thin hand.