The snow that had been falling for a few days suddenly stopped, and the wind did not subside, and the whirring sound rolled up the snow flakes and flew wildly on the window.

Changchun Garden, except for the wind and snow, can no longer be heard, nor can it be seen, sinking into boundless black silence.

The tip of the pen is drawn across the rice paper, and the pen is suspended on the paper, and the ink drips. The face was cold, and a drop fell on the paper, covering the black and speeding up. I clenched the barrel of my pen and stared at the half-volume of Buddhist scriptures that I copied at home...... The sound of mourning, faintly transmitted, unreal, as if it came from the bottom of my heart, turned around and returned to my ears, blown away by the wind.

Perhaps, today.

At the end of an emperor's era, turning a page and changing a person to continue writing will never stop.

I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I felt it. You don't need to look at it, the pain is hidden in the bones, flowing in the blood, and the hot and cold have long been integrated, and they can't be separated.

Outside the window, the sky in the distance suddenly lit up, like day, as if I could hear the light of people walking around, every step was somewhere in my heart, painful, faintly.

After putting down the pen, he walked to the door and stood for a while, and then turned back to the inner room, where the bed was ready, and the waiting girl stood by the curtain. I walked straight over, lay down in the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, and when I saw that she was still there, I raised my hand and pulled the curtain to block it, "Go down, sleep." ”

Yinzhen, Yinxiang, and those brothers I once knew passed in front of me one by one. Tossing and turning, tossing and turning. I came out of that room only a few days ago, and now they were on their knees, kneeling in the cold snow, silent or silent, unable to see their faces.

Who, standing in front of the door, unfolded a volume of bright yellow, and read it in a deep voice. I watched as the backs swayed and shimmered under the endless white banners. Tonight, it was a family affair, they were all brothers, they had the same father, but at this time it really became the whole world's thing, it seemed to be true...... A few families rejoice, a few sorrows, or no one is happy and no one sleeps.

Dreams always disturb me, constantly stirring, and I can't stand the struggle to wake up, and it is already dawn. The person standing by the bed and picking up the tent has changed people, and the little face vaguely remembers.

"You ......"

"Slave Zixia greets her master. ”

Zixia ...... nodded and sat up with her, looking at the past familiar and a little unfamiliar. I haven't seen her seem to have changed for a while, maybe it's because this age is changing very quickly, and the original clever person is more clever and ingenious, and the smile on the corner of the eye and eyebrows seems to be engraved in, even if the eyes are red and swollen, I still see a smile.

After a few casual words with her, I was surprised that this woman was not the girl in Rehe, and watched her neatly cover me with an inner and outer dress, tie the last waist buckle, help me sit in the chair and hand the heater, and then took two steps back in front of me.

"The master is talking about my sister, who returned to the palace with me last night, and the slave and maid stayed here to serve you. ”

When she walked to the door, she had already blocked the front and pushed the door through the crack, and the cold wind poured in, and the snowflakes stuck to her face, wet and cold.

Pulled her to the side and opened the door to look out, there were no lights and flags, and the white shrouded Changchun Garden was unprecedentedly lonely. "Have you all returned to the palace?"

The shoulders were covered with a thick cotton cloak, the small face had been turned to the front, the hands kept tying the ribbon around the neck, and the little face that was a little red from the cold hung down, "Back to the master, it's all back." Before leaving last night, the emperor left a message, asking you to rest here for a few days and come to pick you up in person. ”

Emperor...... Yinzhen.

"Master, go back to the house, it's cold outside. After a while, Aunt Meiyu and they will come, and it is good to talk to you. ”

"What about your sister, what's her name?" he pulled her hand into the cloak, and stepped into the snow without the expected cold.

"Master Lao is worried, my sister's name is Qingxia. ”

Wick?

Stopped and looked at her face, the two sisters were very similar, and they were the same as Hongwan's sister and brother, sisters of the same compatriots...... Some memories are surprisingly deep, but when I think of them, they are extremely shallow, as if I can't grasp them, but I just know them, and I can't remember them completely.

After wandering in the garden for a while, I saw the eyebrows and words that I was quickly looking for, and helped me back to the room with resentment, although I didn't say anything, my face was not good. Zixia followed behind them with tea and water, her eyes were faintly smiling, it didn't take half a day, the three of them were very familiar, and when they looked at me, they seemed to bring three pairs of eyes together, and it was difficult to go out again.

After a few days of nothing, the quiet garden finally sounded, and the sound of neat footsteps could be heard, which seemed to be far away, but could be heard clearly.

The door knocked twice, and Zixia had already trotted over, pulled the door and stunned herself, and saluted.

It's not Yinzhen, it's Yinxiang who came to pick me up.

Sitting in the carriage, he clenched the note in his hand, unfolded it and looked at it again, and pinched it again.

I knew that he was busy and would not be able to leave, so at this time, he was distracted by me, and asked Yinxiang to pick me up into the palace. Where will I complain, just worry, I want to see him.

In the Qianqing Palace, from a distance, I saw a person dressed in plain white, kneeling in front of the Zi Palace with their respective identities, and the sound of sorrow and sobbing was endless. The new monarch and the old ministers are all not, and they are all daughters-in-law and grandchildren at this time.

Standing in front of the door, stunned.

Kangxi, the side words of the sickbed are still in my ears, thirty years ago to today, when I first met, when I was happy and complained, when I was outside the plug, when I was forced to leave Beijing, when I was allowed to return to the palace, when I was pitiful to Honghui, when I was thinking of Yinzhen...... At this moment, knowing and seeing in person are different after all.

Standing outside the door with the weakness of his legs, he looked over the coffin above everyone's heads, and the figure flickered to block the view, only a dead white.

Yinzhen's hand was in front of him, looking at me intently, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot. Reaching out to catch me, he had already turned around and pulled me forward, brought me to my daughter-in-law's place, and knelt in front of me.

Yinxiang walked with him to the middle of the brothers and knelt where they should be. No one looked up or spoke, and it was quiet, with the occasional low sob, all mournful.

The temple was lit up, and with the wind blowing in from outside the open door, the candle shadow swayed in the white lampshade, and it sounded like tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Let's all go back. ”

I heard Yinzhen's voice, very low, speaking slowly. It echoed in the temple, like a mournful sound.

I don't know who answered, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and there was chaos in front of me. No one stood up, but they could see the heads that had been raised sharply, and the shiny braids of their hair swayed slightly. Gasping, muffled, mixed with a tone that seemed to be disdainful, the sound converged, sharp and piercing.

"I said I'm going back......"

This sound was even lower, but it slammed into my heart, and I couldn't stand up and try to find the sound to look over, and my heart beat like it was about to jump out of my throat and rush out.

Yinzhen ...... Gao Wuyong knelt and quickly passed through from behind, and just after holding the person, he leaned on his shoulder, swaying and leaning back. Yinxiang stood up from the crowd and walked over, leaning over him, I didn't know what he saw, just stared and couldn't move.

Only Yinxiang came out of the inner room, standing in front and almost touching the ground, "The old thirteen is disrespectful, I implore all the brothers to take their families back to the house first, and come back tomorrow." ”

I don't know who sneered, and with the laughter, some people stood up one after another, as if standing in front of Yinxiang, their fingers almost pointed to their faces, "This is a person who has attained the Tao of the chicken dog to ascend to heaven." I think that back then, you didn't even take a step in the court, but now you dare to stand here and shout at our brothers, you are really a son of heaven and a courtier. ”

"Third brother, everyone knows that they are gathered here today, just for Huang Ama, the brothers respect in their hearts, Huang Ama naturally has a spirit in the sky, you can hear and see. ”

The brothers echoed the voice, and some even sneered in a low voice, and I could distinguish the sound and laugh in my heart.

Yinxiang still stood there upright, still the same sentence, "Please go back to the house first, filial piety, there is a time, there is also a time to go, no penny." No matter when and where, Huang Ama will definitely be able to hear and see, and he can understand it. ”

"What do you mean? Your brother is here with a good look, and he wants to drive us back, why do you want to? The fourteenth brother has not yet arrived, and the emperor also knows that our brother can not leave, so he is here to guard his spirit. ”

Lao Shi yelled at this, and knelt on the ground again, and the floor tiles almost trembled.

Someone followed back and knelt down, and only a few people were still standing beside Yinxiang.

"It's a family of brothers, how to divide each other, the tenth brother insists on staying is good, and the fourth brother wants everyone to go back first, after all, there are still family members. If the brothers refuse to appreciate it, the wake is. ”

"The old thirteen is wrong. The third child opened his mouth again, but I didn't feel the slightest literati temperament, and he was aggressive, and he was afraid that the royal brothers who ruled the world would not be chaotic. "Brothers are also intimate, it seems that you are relatives at this time, and our brothers are afraid that they don't know where to go, otherwise...... How can you enter the palace today, and you can cry happily today. Lao Shi is right, the fourteenth brother has not returned yet, if he is in Beijing at this time, I am afraid it is not the current trend. ”

Yinxiang shook his head and smiled, and did not answer, the eighth child stood aside and laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and his voice was as gentle and quiet as before, "The third brother is also extremely sad, so it will be like this, and the thirteenth brother is not strange." I'm afraid you can't stand it......"

"That's it, the old disease on the thirteenth brother's leg can't stand such hard work, why don't you go back first, our brother will guard it for you, and I don't have to worry about the fourth brother because of this. Lao Shi laughed dryly twice, kneeling upright.

"Worried...... "The third child turned around and swept to the people who knelt in the hall, sneering, "He is already the Son of Heaven, what else has to worry about, I am afraid that it is our brothers who should be worried." ”

Is Kangxi still here? Whether people really have souls after death, and whether the Son of Heaven can really be different from ordinary people, these ecosystems, I believe he knows, and he has known it for a long time.

All those sorrows are gone, a throne that cannot be climbed is far more important than a father lying in a coffin, and their laughter is more real than crying.

This is family affection, the most noble heavenly family affection, so indifferent that I forgot the pain.