As I promised Yinzhen, I have always stayed in his Prince Yong's mansion. You don't need to turn it off, you don't need to lock it, and you can live in your own small yard with peace of mind.

None of us mentioned the woman who went to pick up the woman in the garden, he just brought the Hongwan siblings back and let them stay with me while he wasn't there. We didn't break ground on the expansion, leaving the bustling and bustling Babel House quietly next door.

We're just watching, on this cold winter day. Watching the snow fall in front of the hall, watching the night stars entangle the moon, and the unresolved attachment in each other's eyes.

Under Kangxi's summons again, I followed Yinzhen into the palace, and he sent me all the way to the palace where I was broken and scarred, and stood at the bottom of the stone steps and looked at me.

Kangxi's meaning is very simple, the turn of the year and the beginning of spring is the day when Yinxiang and I leave.

Why do I need to be reminded, don't I remember it well enough?

He cares about everything in his family and country, and he is tired enough, so why bother me again. Although I am a woman, my words can still count, even if I am reluctant to give up.

I knelt on the floor tiles in the temple, and my heart was cold and cold.

For twenty years, I also had feelings for this king. Even if I already understood that he had long been suspicious of me, I also knew that whether it was for Yinzhen or other reasons, his care for me was enough.

I and the people with the highest power in this era, one sat upright in the chair, the other knelt on his knees, and even Li Dequan, who never left his side, was sent out of the palace by him.

Looking at the way he stroked his forehead and pondered the corners of his mouth, I thought of Yinzhen. In the future, will he also sit here, in the same posture, to hide the loneliness in his heart?

Kangxi, the first emperor of the ages, has been evaluated by later generations, with mixed reviews. He is like this, not to mention Yinzhen.

Kangxi sat in the chair behind the table, barely looking at me, but talking a lot. About his sons, about his fourth child, about his harem, and even about his world.

I don't know why he said these words to me, but he just lowered his head and let those words imprint into his heart.

He told me about the Nala clan in the past, about her bowing her head in front of his desk and serving tea and studying ink obediently, and about her forbearance homesickness and hiding and crying silently, just like he told me when he was on a southern tour. There are also what I have done over the years, the grievances with the uncle, the big and the small between the old nine and the ten, and the fourteenth, the open and secret battles with those little women in the house, the deep mother-son relationship with Honghui, and the brother-sister friendship between me and Yinxiang that he later reflected.

I don't know that in addition to Yinzhen and Yinxiang, there is still someone in this world who has paid so much attention to me and understands the joys, sorrows and sorrows of my life. I began to try to understand that he had the deepest feelings and the deepest loneliness in his heart. His son has broken his heart, and his people need his hard work all the time, but they still have to worry about the trivial matters of our little children's lives. Just because he is a father.

Speaking of the fourth child, Kangxi squinted his eyes and looked at a certain place in the hall, or through a qiē to look at the past.

From his memories, I clearly saw the little Yinzhen who was personally sent into the Chengqian Palace of Empress Xiaoyiren, the Yinzhen who sat on Kangxi's lap and played with the jade wrench on his thumb, the Yinzhen who would grin and squint his eyes and smile, the Yinzhen who squatted in the palace courtyard and gently stroked the puppy, the Yinzhen who got up early every day and went to the study with his brothers, the Yinzhen who followed the master to draw the bow and practice martial arts, the Yinzhen who stood up in the imperial garden and recited poems to the emperor, buried himself in the quilt and muttered to the Yinzhen of Eniang, and secretly ran to the Yinzhen in the corner of Yonghe Palace to hide, Yinzhen who was pestered by Yinxiang and followed behind his grandmother just to take a look at Yinzhen in swaddling clothes, and even he lost his temper when he fell off the inkstone, he locked his brows and clenched his fists after being reprimanded by Huang Ama, he sat at the desk and kept practicing calligraphy, he fell asleep holding the scroll and leaning on the collapse, he cried bitterly after his adoptive mother died, and stood outside Yonghe Palace in the rain and watched Eniang sit under the corridor and tease Zhen'er in his arms......

Every Yinzhen has become vivid and vivid under Kangxi's deep voice, as if I had also stood beside him, participated in his life together, and understood his joys and sorrows.

Every one of him, Kangxi knows, never ignores, never forgets, and remembers the bottom of his heart.

Yinzhen, do you know?

I want to tell you that your Emperor Ama is the best father in the world. Even if he is harsh on you, even if he will punish you and trap you, and even if he once angrily wanted to kill someone, he is still a hard-working father. He just stood too tall. Perhaps, when you stand in that position one day, you will understand his helplessness, and even his love for you.

We also have Three Kingdoms on our topic, the modern game I use to pass the time. Kangxi talked about his sons, including his fourth brother, my elder brother, the four members of the Eight Masters who used to interact with us from time to time, and the arrogant and enthusiastic declaration.

We once slaughtered in all directions and almost overturned the roof of the Grand Yuexuan, saw Kangxi who pushed the door in, looked at each other, and even saw him sitting among us to participate together, from the beginning of caution to later carelessness. Because Kangxi has the same view as me, if you want to play, you should be serious, and your identity is just a card in your hand, and there is no father and son, monarch or brother and wife.

Listening to his different comments on his sons, I don't know who has listened to what he said in his heart, and who has benefited a lot. This father, who has worked hard to teach his son at all times and in all places, has worked for most of his life, and it is estimated that there are very few people who understand him.

Kangxi's hand leaned into the back of the chair with his hand, and said with a sigh: "No matter which lord you are, you need one or two loyal ministers who are willing to work hard. When facing a traitor, if you can't get the clear eye of the lord, you must have the unrepentant attachment to martyrdom. Even if you are a thief, there is nothing disgraceful, as long as you understand the truth of becoming a king and defeating a thief. Winning or losing is up to you, not your colleagues or opponents. ”

I listened in silence, his reasoning was simple and easy to understand, but it was only possible to do it, not much.

Kangxi sat up straight and leaned over to look at me, and when he raised his hand to me, the first smile on his face appeared, a very hearty and bright smile, "You! is a good traitor, who can disguise himself as the number one loyal minister in the world without disturbing the situation or making a noise, and even I have been deceived by you. Do you rejoice when you win? ”

I thought of the battle in that game, I couldn't help laughing, shook my head and nodded again, "Emperor Xie praised him, and the slave maid was naturally happy in her heart, but the game is a game after all, and it is just a pastime to pass the time, and it can't be done seriously." The seriousness of the game is limited to the people in the game, and outside the play, you still have to do your best. ”

"What about you? What is yourself outside of the game? He looked at me and asked earnestly, as if he was thinking about it at the same time as me.

"Slaves and maids have never chosen, and they don't need to choose, where the emperor asks the slaves and maids to be, the slaves and maids are there."

"No, that's not what you're talking about." Kangxi got up from his chair, walked slowly in front of me, and looked down at me.

Looking up at him, I felt that the distance at this time was no longer the tense confrontation of the previous time, as if it had changed back to the way it was before. He is a loving father who cares about his son and daughter-in-law and understands and tolerates, and I am the girl of the fourth family who is spoiled and scolded by him.

I looked at him and laughed, but I didn't dare to reply as before, "Your Majesty, you know what the slave maid said in her heart, since you can't say it, it is a wish that can't be realized, and it is useless to annoy you." The slave knows what she should do, please rest assured, Your Majesty. ”

Kangxi looked at me for a moment and nodded, still standing in place, looking up at the vermilion gate behind me. The sunlight coming in from outside was still faint, but it made me no longer cold, because I knew that there was Yinzhen outside, and he was accompanying me.

"You go back and tell Sù Yinxiang, he is my son." Kangxi's words shocked me and I wanted to look up, but I still lowered my head and looked at the floor tiles in front of my knees, with my shadow on them, and tears dripping everywhere.

"He's right, you two have never hurt anyone. You have been with the fourth child, and he can't do without you, I know. It's just that I can't let him stay here anymore, and I can't let you stay anymore. Go out for a walk, go wherever you want, and treat it as if you left the capital to tour south. Don't you have money? Your Voice...... Yiyantang...... Show a smile, show a smile, the name is good. Maybe one day ......"

Halfway through Kangxi's words, he sighed, patted his robe, turned around and walked back to the table, standing with his back to me.

When I looked up, I felt that the figure was a little old, and the braids hanging down behind him were mostly frost white.

Inexplicably, my heart was hot, I bent down on my forehead and touched the ground, and said in a sad and dumb voice: "Huang Ama, the daughter-in-law is not filial, it annoys you, and the daughter-in-law will kowtow to you on behalf of Yinxiang." We will go, we will leave the capital...... Take care. No matter where you go, your daughter-in-law and Yinxiang will never forget your love and care for the past 20 years, and they will pray to the gods to bless you and the Qing Dynasty. ”

I lay on the ground and couldn't wait for a response, so I quietly raised my eyes to look, Kangxi's hand rested on the edge of the table and nodded. After a while, he waved his hand at me and said softly, "Go, go back to your house with the fourth child." ”

Yinzhen didn't ask me what Kangxi said, just hugged me all the way and sat in the carriage. His face was cold, but he refused to let me touch it with his hands, and he always held my hand against his chest and covered it with a cloak.

He took me to Honghui's small courtyard and made a hot pot with charcoal, and the three of us sat around the table and ate attentively.

After a long time of not seeing each other, Honghui has grown taller again. He understood our sorrows, and didn't pester, just sat in his chair and occasionally looked at me or at him. He thoughtfully served me food, but did not speak to break the silence of the afternoon.

We propped up a basket in the snow, sprinkled some millet underneath, and waited for the sparrows to throw themselves into the net. Honghui squatted far away with the rope, and Yinzhen and I sat at the door of the room to watch him.

At this time, Honghui, who was seriously staring at the sparrows jumping and pecking, was still like a child, not at all like the precocious and firm expression he had just said when he heard that I was leaving the capital.

Thirteen years old, which is the age when Yinzhen married me, I treated him as an adult and told him the truth. He offered to come with me, and I thought the same way, even though I was selfish.

He has been living in a small yard in this col, not a way out. Even if he is no longer a phoenix grandson today, he will always grow into a man, and he can't hide like a woman who is privately raised outside and never see the light of day.

Yin Zhen frowned when he heard this, and was silent.

Perhaps, he was deliberating.

About Honghui, about me, and about himself.