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Muling is more than 120 kilometers away from Beijing, and is located at the foot of Yongning Mountain in the western suburbs of Yixian County, Hebei Province. At this time, the spring is cold and the snow is still there. Along the way, pass through the Lugou Bridge, cross the Jingke Mountain, cross the Juma River, see the wind and the waning moon, and listen to the sound of horses' hooves. This talented prince, who had just lost in the struggle for the throne, was touched by the scene and was overwhelmed with emotion, so he composed a poem:

The twilight divides the forest table, and the village is blurred and hidden.

The mouth of the spring stream is closed, and the birds are noisy.

Where is the stele of Shile, the tomb of Jingqing still exists.

Back then, he was staggered, and today he is in tears.

In the past, he was the beloved son of his father and was greatly favored. Time flies, and it has been a year since my father left in a blink of an eye. He had been here with his father back then, and now he is sad to revisit his hometown.

After the sacrifice, he stayed in the inn, and did not think of going back for a while.

Xianfeng, who was sitting in the palace of nourishing his heart, was surrounded by ministers, like sitting on pins and needles, and he was shocked and dazzled by the twists and turns in front of him. In a fit of rage, he stood up and shouted, "Hong Xiuquan is about to enter Wuchang, will you give me an idea then?" ”

When the people saw that the Son of Heaven was angry, they all fell to their knees on the ground, and did not dare to raise their heads.

"I want you to speak······" With a wave of his hand, he swept all the folds to the ground. Everyone shouted: "The emperor is angry!" At this time, Du Zhitian said: "You can call in Ulantai, Xiang Rong and other brave generals to send reinforcements from the southeast of Shandong, and you must not let Changmao occupy Nanjing City." ”

Xianfeng swept everyone and asked, "Do you have any objections?" At this time, Prince Zheng Duanhua was the first to speak: "Weichen has no objection. Everyone hurriedly reconsidered. After a day of tossing, Xianfeng is already tired. Cui Yugui, the chief eunuch, saw it and whispered: "Your Majesty, the queen has made a new style of dessert, you see ······"

Xianfeng shouted: "Then do what Master Du said, and the military department will quickly issue it." ”

Xianfeng came to Kunning Palace, and Empress Zhen was already waiting behind the palace gate. After entering, Xianfeng fell on the kang at once. When Queen Zhen saw that he was really tired, she asked someone to bring the prepared ginseng soup and serve it.

"Your Majesty, let the concubines loosen your muscles and bones, right?" Xianfeng closed his eyes and nodded. I ordered someone to light a furnace of agarwood, and this sleep was really heavy!

It's spring, and I see that my younger brother is about to drop out of school. Her mother's illness is good and bad, and Lan'er has nothing to think about for a while except to take on more work. She once begged the sixth prince, even if he was a slave or a maidservant, as long as he was willing to help her family get through the difficulties.

However, the subordinates stopped her at the door and only told her that the prince was not in the mansion and went to pay tribute to the first emperor, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back.

The next day, Xianfeng rarely had a moment of leisure. Cui Yugui played: "Your Majesty, the head of the Zongren Mansion is here and asks about the draft girls next year?" Xianfeng said casually: "Just do it according to the court routine of previous years, and this matter will also be annoying." ”

"Then do you want to take a look at the roster of show girls?"

"I'll leave it to the Ministry of Internal Affairs." After speaking, he sat on the kang and looked at the battle report that had just been presented. Syllable! With a bang, Xianfeng threw the fold on the ground and shouted: "Two days ago, it was said that the army of long hairs was blocked on the river, and today, the three towns of Wuhan have all missed." This Ulantai has really disgraced our faces. ”

Cui Yugui hurriedly ordered someone to bring ginseng tea, and said, "It's all those Yi people who are making trouble from it······"

"I hate those people to death!" As he spoke, he smashed the cup.

After three months of traveling, the sixth prince finally returned to the capital. His father-in-law, Gui Liang, took advantage of the night to quietly come to his mansion and told him about the war in the south. And he acted as if he hadn't heard anything. After a meal, he sent Gui Liang away.

He sat in front of the bookcase, took out the "Tao Te Ching" from the drawer, and looked through it, but he couldn't read it. Simply picked up a pot of wine, walked out of the study, looked up at the dim moonlight, drank alone, drank a few glasses of wine, and casually wrote a poem:

The distant village faintly cooks in the morning,

Zhan Zhi is anxious and feels that Ma is late.

Last year, now the face is smiling,

The spring breeze is sad.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery is more than a year old,

The surrounding mountains are close to each other.

Over the years, the water has been ripe,

It seems to be sad this year.

He remembered what he had seen and heard all the way outside, full of frustration, melancholy, sadness, and loneliness, all of which were fully expressed in the poem. This year, although Yixun was an idle prince, he was always concerned about the internal and external political situation, and he was always worried and praying for the fate of the dynasty.

He took a glass of wine and said, "May the river always go smoothly, and Anlan Puqing admires the gods." Tears inadvertently slid down his cheeks. Although he was depressed, he was the beloved son of his father after all, and when he was the younger brother of today's son, the descendant of the Aixin Jueluo family, he could not display his talents, so he had to pray to the gods to bless the Qing Dynasty with peace and the world "on track".

At this time, Fu Jin put a big coat on him from behind, put his arms around his neck, and comforted: "If you want to cry, cry out." He stood up and hugged his lover tightly!