Kangxi sixty years passed quickly, when Yinzhen was ordered to sacrifice for his father, after Yinzhen asked for a decree to return to Beijing.

In November, Yinzhen was ordered by Kangxi to worship Tianyu in Yuanqiu for his father. I can't remember how many times he did this, the first time? I really forgot, just like I can't remember a lot of the past, and I can't remember the next year, it's just in front of me.

Perhaps, the end of the first emperor of the ages is coming in a blink of an eye. It will not be too late to block, and it will not be too early to welcome, so it will follow the trajectory and come quietly. With the change of years, our lives are also changed, no longer living in the prince's mansion that we have long been accustomed to, and moving our family to the Old Summer Palace.

New year, new atmosphere, a qiē as new.

Yinzhen has always been busy, going out with Kangxi throughout the month, either in Gyeonggi or outside the Saiwai, either patrolling or patrolling, and even around, and there is no one for the whole month. is more casual and even willful than before, only in March, Kangxi was invited to the garden twice, and he did not tire everyone with great fanfare, only simple and quiet. Such a father and son, still like in previous years, and then accompanied by a more clever tongue and a smile when you meet people, the three ancestors and grandchildren of three generations of emperors? Who inherited whose front, who enlightened whom, who died for the country, and who left a page for the history...... I couldn't even guess it, and I couldn't smell the smell of the last days.

The man beside him is still humble, different from the past, his temper and temperament have the tendency of a young man, and he is anxious and fast, but he is extremely stable in front of people, even more than last year. During the days of staying in Beijing, I was not busy running, and sometimes I stayed in the garden without entering the palace. I often sit in the room for a day, either reading and writing, or holding a scroll of scriptures, sometimes raising my eyes to look at the Yongnian brothers and sisters who are playing on the side, and sometimes falling on me in a blink of an eye. I smiled to meet my gaze, and he shook his head with a smirk, leaning into the cushion and looking through it carefully.

In the blink of an eye, spring has passed, and summer is in full bloom.

The silver spot mottled in his hair stopped between his temples before it could melt away. Sometimes when I look at it, I stop moving. The sunlight casts shadows through the carved window lattices, and the ripples of the water with golden light are still there, and the fog outside the window is like a dream.

Some things seem to be just a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the dust settles before the reaction is settled. For example, hair is like snow, such as sand between the fingers, it is never controlled by the heart, but born by the heart.

Throughout June, Yinzhen was at home, occasionally going to Honghui's small sitting, no longer asking, only the old lady Su went over, saying that he was helping people to consult. When we met again the next day, the old man who was very good at health preservation had gray hair overnight, and he was still cautious in the face of Yinzhen. I don't know that the unfilial son I haven't seen for 18 years still has a granddaughter who has become a wife, but he can share the joys and sorrows, I don't dare to think about it, I'm sorry for him.

On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, fate and karma.

Children may be a kind of continuation, not love, but also life. Whether you think it's magical or mysterious, it's really there, and no one can question it.

My Honghui has a son of his own, and he no longer looks at Hongwan's sisters and brothers and children bowing their heads and smiling lightly, and sits on the edge of the bed in his arms. Yan Yu and I asked the agarwood to rest, she half leaned on her mother's body and always looked at the father and son and smiled, watching the tears overflow from her eyes and fall silently on the child's face, raising her hand to cover Honghui's eyes, and rubbing gently.

I pulled Yan Yu out of the house, and heard Agarwood laughing weakly, "If you are like this, you won't dare to have another son next time." ”

"Well, daughter. ”

The sun was blazing outside the house, shining on my body very warm, and I laughed and cried as I heard such a conversation between a young couple in my ears. Honghui, live well, your days are long, this belated happiness will be cherished for a long time, longer than us. One day your parents will eventually leave, and the one who can be by your side is this woman, your child, and there are always some people who will never leave you, so that you can understand what life is like after laughing and crying, maybe...... It's called happiness, the rarest and simplest.

After a long trip, from the northwesternmost part of the capital to the eastern corner, Yinzhen took the trouble to take me back and forth, just for Honghui, Xu is also for the eldest son and grandson in the infancy.

In the corner of the small courtyard, the vine green is wrapped with amethyst, and the leaf shadow is swaying in the shade. I leaned back on the recliner and watched Yinzhen holding the child on her back and closing her eyes, and the afternoon comfort was probably like this.

A small blank jade pendant was tied to the big red swaddling clothes, and a word swayed slowly, with the golden tassel swept on Yinzhen's royal blue sword sleeve, flickering bright and dark.

Yongqi - the name given by Kangxi. Honghui is too, father and son.

Yinzhen tied it there with his own hands, lined with Honghui's jade plate. Suddenly, I felt that two similar pieces of white jade were mixed together, wrapped under the thick and indiscernible skin of the boulder, and slept on an unknown part of the road at my feet. If you don't open it, no one knows it, you don't know it, no one knows it, this father and son who fell in the ordinary alleyway courtyard of thousands of people's homes were originally today's kings and grandsons.

If you don't come here to live for decades, where do you know that this story started because of me, and I don't know when it will end. They don't owe them enough, but they have each got what they want, they have all grown up, full of love, and they don't complain or hold grudges.

was also given a name, as well as Yinxiang's son, Hongxiao. He and Hyo-yan didn't react much, just accepted thanksgiving, and it seemed that we had all changed a lot. I don't know if it's the magic of time, or this era, I just know that if I do it again, I can't go back to the past youth, and it's difficult to find that memory again, and keep it in my heart and think about it occasionally.

Before Yinzhen returned to the army, someone went to the capital, in July, when Yinzhen came back from Rehe.

In the evening, I saw a dark shadow follow the familiar back into the study. The waves of water under the bridge spread silently, spreading layer by layer to invisible places, and only a dark yellow moon floated in the middle of the lake...... The alternating wind of summer and autumn can't bring coolness, only sultry, and wet the back.

At night, Yinzhen returned to the room and went to bed quietly. I leaned over and gently hugged it, closed my eyes, and sleepiness set in.

When he left, whether he left, stayed in the capital or rushed back, I don't know anything, I don't see it, let alone ask. There is a faint pain in the lower abdomen, which is not very obvious, and there is still something that seems to be inductive, very shallow.

Early the next morning, I saw the brother and sister, hugged Fuhui and stood in front of the door, Nian lowered his head and gently patted his young son, and her second brother stood upright to block half of my vision.

came all the way over, neatly flicked his sleeves and touched the ground on one knee, still a minion, still a blessing, as if nothing had happened.

glanced at the Nian family who followed cautiously behind him, lowered his head and smiled, "Nian Shi, get up, the rules are for outsiders to see, the family doesn't have to be polite, why be so restrained." ”

Fu Jin's words are serious, Nian Mou doesn't dare. Masters, servants, kings and ministers, slaves can be saved. ”

He just knelt there, holding on motionless.

Shaking his head and smiling, he turned around, took his eyebrows and looked at the center of the lake, and a small boat floated straight over and stopped at the bridge. "In this case, wait for your master to come back, forgive me for not being able to entertain a woman. After taking two steps, he stopped, glanced at the two people behind him, kneeling and standing without moving. "But as soon as the Lord Qiaonian came, it was sunny and cloudy, and my Fujin took your little sister and nephew to the lake to drink tea freely, okay?"

The caution in his eyes has the slightest hint of the way of a master, servant, and a minister, and I will say that I will too.

took Fuhui and held it in his arms, a small face grew a lot, like his mother and Amma, how magical.

I respect life, and I don't feel that my children are hot. Sitting at the stern of the boat, Nian stepped up a few steps, carefully sat opposite, staring at the child, more like staring at my hand holding him.

I thought I was the one who was entangled, but I thought she was even more so. What she doesn't want is her, it's her who doesn't want to give birth, and it's her who can't let go of it. Women, just for a man, a few children, tied up for a lifetime.

Handing Fu Hui back into Nian's hands, far away was the black figure kneeling on the bridge, standing straight and straight, gradually shrinking into a faint little black dot.

Lying on your back at will, the cool breeze gradually rises, you can't see the sun and moon in the sky when you close your eyes, you don't see the glitz of the world, only a wisp of sandalwood wraps around your body, and the lake is full of heart.