At that time, she was still the princess Zhenhui of the Southern Shang Dynasty, and she was seven years old, and that day was the Lantern Festival, because she was naughty and wanted to go out of the palace to play, she asked her father for an order to leave the palace, and went out of the palace with her grandmother. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info: When she was walking around the Lantern Festival outside the palace, she took a fork in the road, and met him curled up in the corner outside the broken alley.

At that time, Zhao Jingshu was only seven or eight years old, pointing to the shrunken up and asking innocently to the grandmother beside him, "Mama, why is he wearing such clothes on such a cold day?" ”

Mama looked at the boy shrunk in the corner, about eleven or twelve years old, and shook her head, "The slave doesn't know." ”

Zhao Jingshu squatted down, her skirt sprinkled in the snow, and looked at him with bright eyes, "What's your name?" ”

The boy stubbornly twisted his red face and did not speak.

Zhao Jingshu moved to the place where the boy was facing and smiled brightly at the boy, "My name is Zhao Jingshu." ”

The grandmother behind her hurriedly pulled Zhao Jingshu's clothes. Looks a little panicked.

"It's okay mama." Zhao Jingshu turned her head and smiled comfortingly at the grandmother behind her.

The boy looked up at Zhao Jingshu, then turned his head away again.

Zhao Jingshu smacked her lips, stood up, and prepared to leave the alley.

As soon as he took two steps, he turned back to the boy and said flatteringly, "Why don't I take you to the lampyard?" ”

The girl smiled like a flower, and stood in the snow like a porcelain doll.

The boy didn't speak, just buried his head in his knees.

Zhao Jingshu looked at the boy's appearance and frowned. Walked away with Mama.

The boy felt that there was silence in front of him, so he raised his head buried in his knees, looked at the back of the girl just now, and muttered, "Zhao Jingshu......"

After a long time, the boy forgot how long. Maybe the night is too deep to open your eyes.

"Mama, is he asleep?" The girl's voice remembered again.

"Probably."

Hearing this, the boy lifted his drowsy head and struggled to open his heavy eyelids. Look at the little girl in front of you.

"I thought you were asleep! No, here's the sweater I got for you. You won't be cold when you're dressed. The girl handed the boy a piece of clothing.

Looking at the clothes handed over, the boy's eyes lit up and he stretched out his trembling hand.

"I'll put it on you." Zhao Jingshu smiled, squatted down and draped the fur clothes over the boy.

"What's your name?" After putting on her clothes, Zhao Jingshu asked the boy with a wink. Seems to have forgotten to ask before.

The boy tightened the clothes on his body, his head was already dizzy, but he still looked at Zhao Jingshu and shook his head.

"No name?" The girl was a little surprised.

The boy's body couldn't hold on to the wall a little, and he slowly slid to the side.

During the Lantern Festival that year, the north wind was blowing, and the heavy snow almost submerged him. Zhao Jingshu squatted in front of him, smiling and looking forward to life,

She looked at him, and in the haze he heard her smile and say, "The north wind is cool, and the rain and snow are cold." In the future, I will call you 'Beiliang', okay? ”

Later, Zhao Jingshu brought the fainted Beiliang back to the palace. Men who enter the palace are punished by the palace. Except for the guards.

Zhao Jingshu begged his father and begged him to be a palace guard.

But where is it so easy to be a guard in the palace? It's still a hairy boy who doesn't know where to come from.

So Zhao Jingshu begged her father every day for a year, and Hu Xushen, the commander of the forbidden army who often followed the emperor, couldn't stand it anymore, so he begged the emperor to accept Beiliang as a disciple.

This apprentice is three years at a time. Because of his talent and intelligence, he always learns faster than others, but he stands out calmly.

Hu Xushen is often proud of him and often praises him in front of outsiders. Bei Liang also recognized Hu Xushen as a righteous husband, respecting the teacher and respecting his father's kindness. Quite prestigious in the forbidden army. There has been a trend of taking over Hu Xushen's position as the commander in a few years, and Hu Xushen, who has no wife and no children, is also extremely attentive to Beiliang, and he can't wait to teach Beiliang everything he has learned all his life.

The emperor also recognized his temperament and character in his years of getting along with Bei Liang, and gradually became less estranged.

But in the third year of Bei Liang's entry into the palace, her father came to her and said that he would send him to do something outside the palace.

When she was ten years old, she lifted her head buried in the bookcase and asked, "Why did you send him out of the palace?" ”

Father touched her head and whispered, "Then Father told you a secret, you can't tell anyone else." ”

Zhao Jingshu put down the pen made of Hetian jade in her hand, looked at her father seriously, and nodded, "Okay." ”

"Your queen mother likes to watch plays, you know." Father motioned to Gong Li to close the door, sat next to her, and said in a low voice.

As if aware of the seriousness of the matter, Zhao Jingshu nodded solemnly.

"Well, I'm sending him to the opera garden now to practice your mother's favorite play." The emperor blinked and looked at her.

"Father!" Zhao Jingshu was disgusted, a little crying and laughing, "I thought it was really a secret." What kind of secret are you, you know how to fool me! ”

The emperor looked at Zhao Jingshu and smiled dotingly, "Anyway, you won't listen to the play that you sing to your mother in the future." ”

Zhao Jingshujiao smiled and glanced at the emperor, picked up the pen and continued to draw the words that had not been finished just now.

But Zhao Jingshu didn't see this scene until she died.

I haven't seen Bei Liang again.

Later, one night in the fourth year after Bei Liang left, it was a night when she was fourteen years old and had just reached the basket, and her father summoned her to the Jinluan Palace. Combed her sideburns.

It was the hair of the palace maid's wedding day.

Zhao Jingshu stared at the loose hair in the bronze mirror, and her father who stroked the hair.

"On the day of Emperor E's wedding, will he wear ten miles of red makeup and be full of glamour in Kyoto?" The emperor stroked Zhao Jingshu's hair and said with a smile.

"Won't my father know until the day I get married?" Zhao Jingshu looked at her father, who was a little tired in the bronze mirror, and said in surprise.

The emperor gave Zhao Jingshu a haircut, "Yes, you will know on the day you get married." ”

The emperor's eyes sank, "If so, I mean so, my father will leave first." Empress E remembers that he must live well. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jingshu was startled, turned around and grabbed the emperor's hand, "What is this that my father said!" ”

The emperor smiled and shook his head, "Today, you don't want to ask your father anything, just respond." ”

Darkness lived in the surprise and fear in her heart, and Zhao Jingshu nodded.

"If one day, you encounter difficulties, take this and run outside the palace, go to Manchun Tower to find someone....... the emperor leaned down to Zhao Jingshu's ear and whispered.

"She'll take you to a theater garden, a ghost garden. Bei Liang is inside. The emperor said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Zhao Jingshu nodded with tears in her eyes. She didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know what was about to happen. But her father told her not to ask, so she didn't ask.

In the following month, the palace of the Southern Shang Dynasty changed, and the first emperor's younger brother King Qing forced the palace and shot the first emperor Jingwen Emperor ten thousand arrows to death in the council hall.

On the New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day, and the willow tops were on the moon, and people were about after dusk.

On the New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same, and I don't see last year's people, and the spring shirt sleeves are full of tears.

Huaiqiu said

The north wind is cool, the rain and snow are the clouds—"Book of Songs. National Style》

The general meaning of this poem is, the wind is so strong, the weather is so cold, let's work together to be good friends~~