For Yinzhen becoming the prince, all the women in the house were happy, including the young sister who lived in the house, and it seemed that I was the only one who did not have a strong joyful reaction, which made him feel very unhappy.

I wrote a word on the paper, folded it, wrapped it in satin and locked it into a small box, and handed the key to Yinzhen, "I said that you would be a prince directly, but you didn't believe it at that time." Today I have locked a word in this box, and when the door of this house is replaced, you can open it and see, if it is...... As with what I write, you have to do one thing for me. ”

Yin Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at me, holding the small key in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"I didn't expect it yet, but I was annoyed by you, and I couldn't help it. I put the box into the corner of the cabinet, made sure he saw where it was put clearly, then turned around and walked to the table and sat down, took the teacup and took a slow sip, seeing that his eyebrows gradually closed and his thin lips pursed slightly, he hurriedly put down the cup and walked back to him, "You are a prince, how can I be unhappy, but I don't need to shout all over the yard, it's useless, isn't it embarrassing for the prince." As for what I want the prince to do, when I think of it, I will tell you the prince, I just hope that at that time, you will not forget. ”

Yin Zhen held my hand and gently patted his chest, looked into my eyes inquiringly, and his voice was still low, "When did I forget what you said, it's just ...... Why do you always look like a fortune teller?"

"Really?" I looked at him and pretended to be surprised and laughed happily, turned around and leaned on him and replied casually: "Catch Ming'er, if I really guess again, I will go to the overpass to set up a stall to show people." What warlock half-immortal all retreated, as far as the Qin, Jin, Han and Wei dynasties, as close as the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties, and then pushed back a few hundred years, I also know that it is the legendary Quan Xian'er. ”

Yin Zhen lowered his head and looked carefully at my raised face, and shook his head slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Say you're not happy, you're happy to be like this again, and you can say anything." Prince Fujin went to tell fortunes? You should have a good husband and children at home. Carefully let Bang'er hear it, and follow you to learn these immodest things. ”

"Huh?" I tilted my head to lean on his shoulder to avoid his forced gaze, and asked disapprovingly, "Didn't you say that Bang'er is like Amma? What does it have to do with me? Honghui and Hongwan are both like me, which one is not serious, you are the one who needs to be reviewed. Bang'er ...... It's all spoiled by you. ”

Before my words fell, the hand he was holding had been released, and the thumb and fingertips quickly touched my lips, and the warmth of the white jade was gently rubbed against my lips. Yinzhen's face was close at hand, his breath was blowing on the tip of my nose and lips, and his inky black eyes were bright and dark staring at me. I tried to count his breaths, which were different from my slow regularity, rapid and heavy, and at the end I realized that mine had also become his.

This man is almost 31 years old, he has not yet grown a beard, his clean face is still angular, and the two thin lips still seem to have not changed with time. I looked up at him and felt his neck stiffen, but the arm around my waist didn't move, he just looked at me so close and quietly, except for the thumb on my lips, and the chaotic breathing between us, it seemed to be still.

"What about your conscience?...... I didn't answer you to anything you said, but I'm afraid you don't want anything. His words seemed to sigh directly into my heart, and he sealed them with his lips and tongue.

The summer wind blows the sweltering humidity and floats through the cracks in the doors and windows. I don't know when this kind of summer will be replaced by a cool autumn, but I'm afraid that it will soon be a new year.

At the age of 31, I have been living here for 18 years, familiar with the Yiqiē here, familiar with the man around me, but I have never been able to predict the next ten years. At that time, between us, I am afraid that we will not be able to go back to the past.

Yinzhen has changed back to the way he was many years ago, often staying in the house to read books and copy scriptures, or check the schoolwork of the three Hongwan brothers. Occasionally listen to the red pite playing, or teach me, eat in the house every day and rarely go out, and no one enters the house in the middle of the night to talk with him with candles. It seems that he can't find the shadow of his busyness in the past two years.

But one night, I still don't know which house he went to or which woman he was with. I've long been accustomed to not waiting for him anymore, and if he comes, I'll come in before Hongwan goes to sleep, and if he doesn't, we'll go to bed early.

The atmosphere in the house has also become better, every woman will laugh, but they will all be more well-behaved, but no one will calculate whom. Perhaps, because there is nothing worth calculating between us, because there is no so-called good news from anyone's house.

The little sister of the Nian family lives very freely, and our backyard is like hers, and she doesn't treat herself as an outsider at all. At the age of 12, she talked and laughed with everyone, and she could often be heard in the house in her soft voice or shallow laughter, which made me mistakenly think that the six-year-old girl who looked like Sister Lin back then had become today's Xue Jiabaochai, and she lived a prosperous life in the prince's mansion.

Everyone knows that this young lady is a good girl who is one in a hundred, not only handsome, but also full of praise for her temperament, who can't be wrong if she marries her.

The women in the backyard did not regard her as an imaginary enemy, and no matter how beautiful and likable she was, no one felt sorry for her, a sojourning girl, even if no one told them where the girl came from. They all have a woman's natural keen sense of smell, and they all clearly understand her admiration for Yinzhen, but they are already smart enough to know how to protect themselves, and no one is willing to be the first bird who knows that they will be beaten.

I don't know if Yinzhen understands her careful thinking, at least in my opinion, although she is subtle, she never gives up any opportunity to look at him. In the absence of a response from him, she hid quickly and naturally, as if nothing had happened.

In this mansion, he gave her a worry-free life of food and clothing, and gave her simple and happy days, but he never had any excesses. I was so conflicted that I found that I was a little disappointed, maybe I suddenly returned to a comfortable life, and I couldn't find it happy. I said to myself boredly, maybe Yinzhen also remembers the little girl who used to be when she was playing rabbits with Honghui at the same age, she was so small that she could be his daughter, how could she do it.

There was a cool autumn mood in the capital, and Kangxi came back, as if he was setting off, in good health and in a good mood. Yinzhen began to live at two o'clock and one line on time, and occasionally Yinxiang went back to the house with him, and the two brothers just sat under the gazebo to play and chat, and rarely talked about court politics.

We still live in the unnamed Prince's Palace, which seems to be small, far less beautiful than the width and beauty of the garden, but it is the place we are most familiar with, and everyone is. Perhaps, because here he is.

At the end of September, Simao, who had been with me for ten years, also completed its dog journey, which once brought me infinite happiness to Honghui, went quietly, and closed his eyes in Hongwan's arms. The red arm leaned on her brother's shoulder, her slender fingers kept caressing its gradually stiff and cold body, even though the long white hair was still as smooth as ever, she couldn't lick her warm fingertips with her little pink tongue anymore.

Umi snuggled up on Simao, licking its fur constantly, and I looked at it vaguely, a little unsure if it was a cat and a dog, or my two family members. Maybe in the human world, in the future, Wumi will become a lonely person, without relatives who depend on each other.

Hongwan is like Honghui back then, squatting next to Yinzhen and burying Simao in the soil of the garden. He doesn't recite the mantra of death like Honghui, and he doesn't shed tears, but he makes me see the pain in his eyes like the loss of a loved one.

A few days later, Yinzhen and Yinxiang came back with a pair of puppies and sent them to the arms of the Hongwan sisters and brothers. The two children hugged in a daze, and after a long time, they smiled at the two brothers, and quietly returned to the room with their new pet. They have grown up, and it is difficult for them to forget their pain as quickly as they did when they were children, but they understand that this is the heart of their father and uncle, and they will try to smile.

I was the only one left in my room, and I used to lie on my back on the soft couch under the window with my paws facing the sky, basking in the sun, lazily enjoying myself. Perhaps, it can live a few more years, cats always live longer than dogs. I am more and more afraid of the regularity or impermanence of life, the separation of life and death, which is difficult to accept.

At the beginning of October, it was the wind and snow season again, and the capital was still cold, and we received a blessing from Kangxi.

Yinzhi was given the name Prince Heshuocheng, Yinqi was the Prince of Heshuoheng, as well as the king of Dorochun of Yinyou, and the king of Dorodun of Yinqi. And Yinzhen, as I know, and Prince Shuoyong.

Our door has finally been replaced with a brand-new plaque, worthy of the name - Prince Yong's Mansion.

There is also the garden that is very close to Changchun Garden, which also has her name. Kangxi officially gave it to his fourth son, and named it after Yinzhen's legal name, Yuanming Jushi, and became the famous Yuanmingyuan in later generations.

I think Kangxi should like Yinzhen very much, at least understand him, or expect.

It's just that I don't know what kind of waves will be covered under such supreme grace, in this seemingly peaceful time.