One year, Qi Liuleng, the mother of my child, asked me what beauty was in my eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At that moment, I thought of two women.

One that made me understand for the first time what beauty is. The other became the only beauty in my short and desolate life.

I was four years old that year, and I was the second prince of the royal palace. As an unfavored prince of the prince's family, almost all I remember before the age of four was the narrow yard of my mother and me. I remember a lone plum tree in the middle of the yard with a mottled trunk that never flowered.

My memory of my mother was only when I was five years old. She is a gentle and quiet woman with fair skin and beautiful amber eyes. Those eyes were the gentlest I had ever seen, and she always seemed to sit under the plum tree with her arms in her arms, whispering to me Ah Chang, and then singing for me those songs of the Western Regions that I had never heard before, I couldn't understand what she was singing, but I just thought these songs were good.

The old man who had served my mother said that I resembled her only with these amber eyes and skin that was too fair for a man. Later, many people complimented me on the beauty of my eyes and skin. But at that time, the only two gifts I had from my mother made me disgusted by the noble family from which I came.

The amber eyes represent my mother's humble origins, as well as a sin of my father when he was drunk. It was this drunken affair with an interracial dancer that hit my unfavored father's carefully maintained image mercilessly. And my amber eyes are always a reminder of my father's unbearable and embarrassed situation.

Fair skin represents weakness, and in the Zhou Kingdom, weak men seem to deserve to be despised. People worship bloody killings, love brave and strong men, and before the age of five I was frail and sickly, and seemed to be a child destined to live long. My childhood was lonely and bleak because of this, and all I had was my mother's meager love and the care of our only servant, the elderly Mother Zhou.

The turning point in my life came when I was four years old.

At that time, my imperial uncle, Prince Shaki, invited all the children of the imperial family to a court banquet. Having never left the palace, I stepped into the palace for the first time.

I didn't have any impression of his eldest brother, the host of the banquet, until I grew up, and I didn't seriously understand this Chinese martial arts and righteous Prince Zhaoming.

My father, in order to maintain his simple image, never set up any banquets in the palace, and never had any interesting activities in the palace. And Prince Zhaoming, although he is excellent at riding and archery, is also very yearning for a noble and leisurely literati life, so he loves gorgeous costumes and beautiful banquets.

My father had more than a dozen concubines at that time, but he already had a reputation among the nobles, but this prince had only one concubine, and even if she had never been pregnant for several years of marriage, he did not accept any concubines.

The banquet, which he had prepared to celebrate his wife's pregnancy after several years, was so splendid and lively that it was not until many years later that I had ascended the throne as emperor, and the elderly courtiers occasionally mentioned the spectacle of that night.

The palace was foreign and new to me, and for a boy who did not have any playmates at the banquet, exploring it became the greatest pleasure.

So I met her for the first time in the Imperial Garden.

She wore a bright red palace dress that night, and I couldn't tell the peony flowers on the hem of her dress from the peony bushes on her side. Her long black hair was in a complex bun that I had never seen before, and several hairpins made of beautiful green gems that I had never seen before, and her ears hung obliquely from the same green earrings, reflecting the white neck, beautiful like cranes raised in the gardens of the palace.

And she saw me.

Surrounded by slaves, she slowly turned to face me, and her face made me truly beautiful for the first time. The peony flower in the center of the eyebrows is as red as fire, the face is as white as snow, and the beautiful eyes are pure black, as thick as the night. Her gentle smile made me feel strangely warm, and it was the first time I felt these two words in a stranger's body.

Her lips opened and closed beautifully, and her voice seemed to be as beautiful as flowing water, and she said to me, "You are Ah Chang of the Acting Palace." ”

My father still hadn't given me a name that year, and he himself didn't seem to remember my name, but this beautiful woman could call my name so clearly.

I had never seen a stranger, I just nodded my head awkwardly, and I didn't know how to talk to this woman who was so beautiful in my eyes that she shouldn't even exist in this world.

She beckoned to me, and the other hand rested gently on her belly, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and I knew at that time that she was going to be a mother, and I don't know what force finally drove me to walk up to her bravely and say, "Hello aunt." ”

Her beautiful eyes turned from the endless night sky to a starry sky in an instant, rippling with endless joy and tenderness, and she stretched out her hand to me.

Her hands are very different from her mother's rough hands. The white skin has no blemishes, the fingers are long, and the nails are not painted with any kodan, but there is a faint soft light, it is such a beautiful hand, it makes me feel that it is a blasphemy to hold it. Later I learned that people call it soft pancreas, and referring to it as a shallot is the best way to describe it.

And I took her hand.

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I didn't understand what this woman's move meant.

I only remember that my great uncle, whom I had never met, looked at me with the same tender, though strange, and I only remembered that my father, who had never looked closely, looked at my face for the first time.

I only remember the beautiful woman who said to my noble uncle, "Your Highness, you see how beautiful this child of the royal family is, and how good it would be if our son could be as handsome as he is." These eyes, in particular, are more crystal clear than glass, as beautiful as the finest amber. ”

She was the first person to describe me in an adjective other than weakness, and she didn't dislike me for not being strong enough, nor for her brown eyes.

Even many years later, I still miss that night inexplicably, the few warmth I have received in my life.

After this, my father miraculously began to notice my presence, and I also had my own name, Situ Yanruo. And soon after, I was often taken to the East Palace by her, and every time she would give me beautiful gifts, and would give me pastries that I had never eaten before, and she would almost always embroider something, maybe a belly pocket, maybe a little shoe. She occasionally looked up and looked at me tenderly, and would happily ask me, "Ah Chang, do you think it's better for me to embroider a peony flower or a lotus flower?"

"Peony flowers. Without hesitation, I replied that in my mind, she would always be the peony I saw that night, gorgeous and luxurious, and she should not bear any pain in the world.

She was actually very aware of my situation, and that one night's encounter, perhaps it was my misfortune that aroused her soft heart about to become a mother, and she extended that hand of fate to me.

Every time I came back, my father would call me to my side and ask me how I was doing with her. His questions were always extremely detailed, such as what color of palace dress she wore that day and what jewelry she wore that day.

Later, I also learned that the beautiful green gemstone she wore that night was a jade called jade.

Whenever I talk about her, my father's face will appear with a trance and tenderness that is strange to me. At a young age, I didn't understand that emotion, but I felt inexplicably afraid.

Half a month after the banquet, I met my eldest brother Situ Yanqing for the first time. Father took his hand and said with a smile, This is your eldest brother Aqing.

At that moment, I read my eldest brother's face on her face in a strange way.

The next moment, for the first time, I learned about an emotion called jealousy. Big brother seems to be even more beautiful than me, yes, beautiful. His appearance is more like that of a beautiful girl, delicate, delicate, with the corners of his eyes and eyebrows with the gaudy that I am familiar with, the thick gaudy. I don't understand why my eldest brother, who looks weaker than me, is the most favored by my father, although my father rarely brings my eldest brother into the palace, but he is indeed the only child in the house who can see his father from time to time.

And we became a pair of brothers, and we began the twenty years of our lives that were most like brothers.

At that time, the eldest brother was very shy, often shy, when he laughed, his eyebrows would unconsciously bend, his face would have a faint red, and when he talked to me, he spoke very slowly and gently, and he would not hesitate to share anything he liked with me. At that time, apart from the two of us, there was only the infant third brother in the palace, and he and I were each other's only playmates in childhood. (To be continued.) )