It has been six months since I arrived in Rehe, and when I saw Kangxi, I really realized that I had come back, and I had entered my original life before entering Beijing.

Life is always traceable, like a road that has been paved a long time ago, going around and around, returning to my rightful place. That vacancy must always be filled, not by me or by someone else.

Regardless of what happened before the war, the emperor's life remained unchanged, and the summer was still in the summer.

Yinxiang knelt in front of the emperor, Kangxi looked at his legs and his eyes were fixed, we knelt silently, and waited for him to show him before standing up. He didn't ask why he was injured or asked about the situation along the way, Yinxiang handed over a fold without saying a word, and was silent for a long time.

When he was so sweat-soaked that he almost couldn't stand on his underwear, he heard him close the fold and put it on the table.

"Let's go down first, and I'll announce you in two days." Kangxi said that he then instructed Li Dequan to take the imperial doctor to look at Yinxiang's leg and treat it carefully, and then we thanked the favor and withdrew, and followed the father-in-law who led the way to the arranged place to live.

The summer resort is famous all over the world, one of the four famous gardens in China, and the other three places I have been to more than once and have never returned.

I didn't have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery, I just knew that there were mountains and rivers here, and I could hear the sound of the gurgling stream, and I could see the large shadows at my feet, and it was so cool that I could blow through my sweaty back. I don't know how long I walked with my head down and followed the footsteps in front of me, and then I walked to a small square world where I should live, and I was locked in the room without leaving home.

Within two days, someone sent more than a dozen Buddhist scriptures.

The father-in-law standing outside the door had a sharp voice, his body was not enough and he was quite immature, and he had a calmness beyond his age when he explained Kangxi's dictation, and he just asked me to copy it. Carefully took the scriptures and held them in front of his forehead to thank him for receiving the decree, and he called the imperial physician after his birth, saying that he wanted to diagnose my pulse.

I began to spend my days with medicine again, in the morning, noon and evening. When it's good, it's all used, and when it's bad, it spits up after a while, stirs it up and burns it in the stomach, and it's so sour that it's lying on the bed curled up in a ball, and my hands and feet are cold, and my mouth has long been messed up with taste, and it's only bitter.

The little girl who came to serve was very clever, not much to talk but caring, and would always find some candied fruit and other food that did not conflict with the medicine. The doctor didn't say anything when she saw it, but only told her to let me take the medicine on time without delay, and if I vomited, I would fry another bowl and continue to take it.

These sufferings, over and over, have become a part of life, and gradually they no longer feel bitter.

I picked out a few volumes from the Buddhist scriptures that I had heard and read them one by one, and I didn't know where to copy the Sanskrit mantra, I don't know what was written on it, but I vaguely remember that Yinzhen had read it, and the voice seemed to be audible from the ears, ethereal. There is also the young and sensible Honghui, a pair of little children squatting next to their father and son.

When I first wrote it, my heart that had been quiet for a long time turned into a mess, as if it had been trampled by a horse's hooves and thrown into the roadside wilderness, and the pain was unbearable. Looking at the exquisite ornaments of splendid mahogany all over the house, each beautiful pattern and color painting is lined with the unrecognizable ghost painting symbols under the pen, almost suffocating.

I can't find a pattern, and the writing is very messy, and I am so annoyed that I want to tear up the pages and scrolls. After a few days, I slowly calmed down, copied more than a dozen times a day, and always wrote until my hands were sore before I put down the pen. There is no need to look at it for a few days, and you can write it down with a brush on the rice paper laid out on the table.

Kangxi asked me to send the copied scriptures, I carefully handed hundreds of mantras to the little father-in-law who came over again, he didn't say much and left quickly, and after a while, he returned and said that Kangxi had received it, and there was no follow-up.

I didn't know what he meant, and I didn't bother to think about it, but I was out of motivation when I wrote it again. I flipped through another volume, and I didn't know what it was, so I copied it. It's still very short, and it's not hard to copy it slowly.

But on the third day, the little father-in-law came again, did not take the scriptures handed by me, only told me to go to see the driver, nodded and followed him all the way, not as far away as when he first came, although he would still be tired.

Kangxi flipped through the pages one by one, and the pages rustled lightly above his head.

I was stunned to hear him whisper to me if I knew what was written, but when he shook his head, I looked down at the shiny floor tiles in front of my knees as the scriptures were put down. The reflected eyes looked at me as if they were smiling, and I pulled the corners of my mouth and she replied to my more pronounced curvature of the lips.

"The word is good, but it doesn't have the piety when I copied the mantra a few days ago. You can understand the meaning of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra when you copy so many of them, but why don't you continue to copy the mantra of rebirth?"

Curse of the Afterlife...... The world is suffering, why die. Both the poor and the rich are suffering, and there is no joy in suffering.

Kangxi coughed lightly, I looked at the hands folded on the ground, they were empty, and replied seriously: "The courtier-in-law is dull and has not been able to understand the essence of the secret spell. ”

"Do you want to transcend hardship and live in bliss?"

"The daughter-in-law didn't dare. ”

"Don't dare. ”

I heard him snort sullenly, kneeling on the ground and not feeling anything, only the cool sizzling of the floor tiles evaporating the heat from his body, and his mind was much clearer.

"The paper you left for me is almost burned, but do you want to renew it?"

I didn't know if he wanted to let me go westward again, or if he really needed money, I didn't know how much he wanted and where he was going, but I thought about it and fell to the ground, but before I could open my mouth, I heard his explanation.

Before the army, it was necessary to rush to produce new types of artillery, and the production of new guns had begun according to paper patterns, but a large number of raw materials were still needed, and a steady stream of them was endless.

It's nothing more than money, as long as it can be solved with money, it never counts.

"Back to the emperor's words, this matter can be handed over to the ninth master, one is to supervise the creation, and the other is ......"

I just paused, and Kangxi laughed, obviously a little sarcastic.

"You have already investigated, and it turns out that you will calculate Lao Jiu. ”

"The daughter-in-law didn't dare, but she was in Rehe and had nowhere to withdraw cash for Huang Amma, so if she was in a hurry, she would go to find the ninth master...... If he doesn't give it, he just burns down the shop opposite him. ”

"You are willing to ......" his long voice echoed in the hall, faint as a cool breeze on a summer night, which could not blow into the doors and windows that I closed every day, and still took care of himself and brushed through the branches and leaves of the courtyard.

"Go back, copy it with a long volume, and don't tell me that you don't know what you copied. ”

I don't know if he was playing dumb riddles with me, or if he was just trying to get some silver taels, so he went back to the house and sat in the house all the way he came, before he carefully picked out a copy of the Diamond Sutra from all the Buddhist scriptures.

Long enough, and I know it.

It seems that time will always go back and forth through time and space. I always think of the past for no reason, the laughter of my childhood, and the tears of my childhood.

At that time, my mother was seriously ill and died of medicine. There was always such a book by her pillow, sometimes quietly there, sometimes flipping through it.

At that time, I didn't understand, I was just curious, and I often leaned on her shoulder and smiled at what was written on it. It's like I didn't really understand that I was about to lose her. One day, I pulled out the small book from the pile of relics, and the hand that was gently clasped on my shoulder was already empty and could not be found.

When I opened the home page and wanted to copy it, the whole person froze, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The ink dripped quietly on the white rice paper and slowly spread, and I hurriedly put the pen on the inkstone, carefully removed the scriptures, and flipped back and forth to see if it was dirty.

Yinzhen ...... of words.

Rare italics, elegant and elegant, different from the pen of the book to the hearty ups and downs, although there is no sense of vigor, but there is a clean and beautiful out of the dust.

Maybe when he copied this scripture, he was very pious as Kangxi said.

Carefully re-laid the paper and wrote word for word. I don't know if the scripture is too long or if I read it carefully, but it was already dark outside the window paper when I put it down. I don't know when the girl got the wax, I don't know.

I couldn't help but laugh at the comparison of the two scriptures, and I even copied his signature.

——On the twenty-day of October in the fifty-third year of Kangxi, the book of breaking the dust.

This day...... It was like taking me back to that time, living in Honghui's small courtyard and never returning home, and the next day was my birthday.

He didn't show up that night, but just scolded Gao Wuyong, and sent two large boxes full of snacks and snacks full of food and food, a page of short notes with few numbers, and a pair of red candles embedded with roses and leaves.

Counting down so many years, although the age has been growing, but the birthday has not been forgotten, whether it is his or mine, as long as the two of them are together, it seems that they are really not afraid of getting old. It's just that after leaving, it seems less important, or more important.

Quiet times can pass quickly, and I have lived there for a month while copying the scriptures over and over again.

Kangxi didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to Beijing, and he no longer announced that I would go to see him, and there was no news about the pre-army or silver affairs, so I was left to live alone in this small room.

I don't know where Yinxiang and the others went, whether they lived here or returned to Beijing, or if they had already returned to Qinghai or even Tibet. And his leg wounds...... No one sued me, and I didn't inquire, and when I thought about it, I quietly put it back to the bottom of my heart.

If you eat less medicine, you only need to drink it every day, drink it habitually, and digest it slowly.

There are all kinds of sweet and greasy preserves, and even more delicate snacks, seeing the world and the world are brought to the front with different patterns, it looks like they have lost their appetite, and they are always placed on the table with a faint sweet fragrance, and they are taken away every other day, and I don't know where the waste goes. I asked the girl to take it and eat it, but she just shook her head, pursed her lips and kept laughing, and never refused.

It was raining lightly outside, so I put the pen in my hand on the pen stand and pushed the window to look out.

The scripture lay quietly on the table, lifted by the wind blowing in from the window.

There are tiny droplets of water on the windowsill, which shine with colorful light. Look closely, the reflection reflects the lake and mountains, pavilions and pavilions, and the layers are like mirages. I just didn't include my quiet courtyard.

I took the paperweight and carefully pressed it against the corner, and saw a familiar figure coming in with an umbrella in the drizzle.

The picture of the water vapor is like somewhere in the south of the extreme river.

Those young men with umbrellas, without squinting at the swing of their robes, walked across the bridge.