"When the crown prince ascends the throne, whether you and he can save your life depends on whether you can keep this secret."

Ruolu didn't know how she got back to her room, but when she gradually calmed down, she found that her hands had clenched into fists at some point, and she was trembling slightly.

Kangxi knew, and finally he knew, but how could he know? And when did you find out? Is there anything else else that knows? He, will he be in danger? Is it because of this that Kangxi raised Yan'er by the Queen Mother's side? Do you want to send yourself as far away as Wutai Mountain? Is he afraid that if the secret is revealed, the prince will kill him? Or are you afraid that the secret leak will bring a stain to the prince?

Ruo Yu pondered for several days and couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to rashly ask the idiot master. She doesn't know what the current capital will look like, whether it is still as calm as before, or if there has begun to be a dark tide, although she knows that the fourth master will become the next emperor, but whether this matter will have an impact on him, what kind of impact it will have, she can't tell. Ruolu desperately searched for the memories of Qing history that had gradually blurred in his mind, and it seemed that the fourth master was not harshly criticized by Kangxi, and even until the last years of Kangxi, he was still relied on by Kangxi. However, it is thirteen, and later generations have different opinions, or that he suffered from ten years of captivity, or that he was implicated in the prince's disobedience and made Kangxi very angry, or that he was abandoned by Kangxi and that it rarely appeared in the annals of history in the later period of the Kangxi Dynasty, but one thing is certain, Thirteen did drag down his body for some reason, and he has suffered from illness since then.

On this trip to Wutai Mountain, although Thirteen was listed, they did not have the opportunity to meet, she had secretly seen Thirteen, and the person was much haggard, not as energetic as the spirit of the past. After she returned to the palace, although she closed the door and didn't ask about the affairs of the palace, but in the end those things more or less entered her ears, she knew that Kangxi had reprimanded Thirteen, but the reason was not very clear. At that time, she had thought about how to comfort and comfort Thirteen, but after thinking about it, she was afraid that staying away from Thirteen, and keeping right and wrong away from Thirteen would be the best for him. She can't count the number of years he has given her back to her, just because he took such a big risk to go out to see her, she can't repay this kind of affection in her life.

Closing her eyes, trying to make the sourness in her eyes fade, Ruolu knew that she couldn't sit still anymore, whether Kangxi was out of consideration for her safety, for the reputation of the prince, or any other consideration, she might not be in any danger for a while, but they were different. It is now the forty-ninth year of Kangxi, or it will not be too long, it will be the arrival of the "two wastes". At that time, the battle between the Fourth Master Party and the Eighth Master Party will become more and more intense, and the Thirteenth is very likely to be greatly harmed. She had to think of everything she knew about the Nine Dragons to seize the heir, whether it was the official history or the wild history, she didn't want the fourth master and the thirteenth to have the slightest mistake, especially the thirteenth, if he was really imprisoned for ten years as many people speculated, it would be a ruining blow to him, how many decades can a person have to be like this, besides, he is thirteen!

When Ruolu forgot to sleep and eat, kept digging into the historical knowledge that had gradually blurred in his memory, constantly deleted and added, and finally sorted out a historical material full of more than ten pages, the joy of being relieved was quickly replaced by a sense of loss.

There's no way to get this information out, it's just a stack of waste paper. Even if it can be safely delivered to the fourth master, even if the fourth master believes her, can she really do it? She didn't want to change history, she just wanted to do her best to protect the people she wanted to protect, but now she no longer has this qualification.

She was shielded from the game.

If she is still a modern girl Zhang Ruolu who has just arrived in the Qing Dynasty, maybe she will be very satisfied with the current situation, she can watch the development of history with her own eyes, but it will not affect herself, maybe she will prepare a few dishes of melon seeds and plums, and a cup of tea, leisurely and commentative. But she is Zakuta Zhuzhen, Ruolu Gege of Prince Kang's Mansion, Yinzhen's lover, Thirteen's confidant, or Yan'er's mother, the people she cares about are all in this predicament, step by step. When she began to be emotional and began to be unable to calmly be a bystander, she knew that one day, she would still have to "stand in line", but even if she chose the fourth master, she didn't want any damage on the other side. She owes thirteen too much, but she can't let go of the eighth master, the fourteenth, and the tenth brother who thinks about her so much, and Kangxi, who makes her love and hate, and has complicated feelings, she also can't bear to watch such an emperor face the situation of his sons and brothers in his old age.

She really can't be the original Zhang Ruolu anymore, although Zhang Ruolu admits the cruelty of "Kowloon Succession", but believes that this is a law of survival of the fittest that can select the best rulers. Although Zhu Zhen is in it, he is cautious and cautious all day long to protect himself, and even has a little expectation for the future situation of "Kowloon Winning the Throne", and occasionally hopes that he can return to modern times. But Ruo Gege, she has been deeply integrated into the Qing Dynasty, and even when she dreamed back at midnight, she never had a dream related to modern times, she only cared about the outcome of these people in front of her, if she could do something for them, even if she needed to sacrifice her, she would not hesitate.

burned all the materials, and the sadness in my heart couldn't be stopped, Ruolu couldn't tell if it was for himself or for them, for the modern times that couldn't go back, or for the powerless present.

It's March in the blink of an eye, and the wind is warm and drunk.

The master of the idiot didn't expect Ruolu to accept the current situation so easily, but he was a little surprised. If the days of Wutai Mountain are peaceful, at least in the eyes of others, they are peaceful.

Every day, she would go to the meditation room of the master to sit and sit, listen to the master's lectures on Buddhism, recite scriptures, and occasionally hear some news from the capital.

I heard that Kangxi ordered someone to compile the "Dictionary", and the idiot master was very pleased, after all, it was a good thing to benefit all the people and bless future generations.

The maple leaves on Wutai Mountain are red, and she actually saw the maple leaves for the first time, there are no intertwined tourists, no cable car, only her, only one person.

I heard that Kangxi is going to reduce the world's money and grain, and the idiot master is in a good mood, yes, now is the prosperous era of the Qingming Festival, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Ruo Yu thought that the Spring Festival would be difficult, but when she came back to her senses, it was already the first day of the Lunar New Year. What was she doing on this day last year? It seemed that he had been on the sickbed, but Yan Er and Yun Che were still by their side at that time, and they didn't feel anything.

I heard that Kangxi pointed out a clan character to Su Detaiji, Su Detaiji, a familiar name, she remembered that she had asked to marry her back then, Taiji also had a grumpy sister, named Naren Toya, I don't know if she wants to open it now, or after hearing that the eldest brother was imprisoned, her heart was uncontrollable, and she was stunned.

The water lilies in the Houshan Waterpool have bloomed in a full pool, and the white flowers are small and small, which is quiet and pitiful. Ruolu likes to ice some pudding and cheese in the pool, and recently she has developed a new dessert, but unfortunately she can't give it to Little Seventeen to taste, and I don't know what he looks like now, he must be much taller, and he should also be a little adult.

I heard that Kangxi went to the Mulan paddock again, speaking of which, although she has been here for ten years, she has only been to the Mulan paddock once, but she has not left too good memories. She never thought that she couldn't go back before leaving, I don't know if Ah Yan can take care of the briquettes, Yan'er should be able to walk, does she still like briquettes so much?

I don't know why the idiot master is so happy today, although the mountains are cool, but there are some hot people in August, and the clouds will be pressed low, I'm afraid it's going to rain, but the idiot master doesn't care at all, and he didn't bring an umbrella, but he went down the mountain.

Heard......

It turned out to be a happy event.

Isn't it a happy event, it's still a double happiness.

Hongli was finally born.

Hongday's small group also followed suit and fell to the ground.

His heir is so thin, he must be very happy, Kangxi must value him more.

Did he know that she wept for him with joy?

The deep mountains after the rain are exceptionally empty.

I remember that when she climbed Mount Tai with the thirteenth, she was so tired and out of breath, and she secretly decided to exercise well, but unfortunately after so many years, she still did not make much progress.

Panting slightly, Ruolu slowly stood still. She always likes to stand here and look into the distance, often hours have passed like this, in fact, what can she see, but the scenery in the mountains, just stubbornly looking in the direction of the capital, as if she can see what she wants to see. The light rain was still dripping, and it seemed that because of the rain vapor, the mountain scenery was covered with a layer of mist, and it became more and more indistinguishable.

The wind in the mountains was cool, blowing the hem and skirt of the moon-white clothes embroidered with faint pear blossoms, blowing the hair on the sideburns of Ruolu, thinking that it was a little cold, and the body was a little shivering.

Until sunset, the little monk in the temple came to call her, and Ruo Fang returned to the temple without saying a word, and there was no trace on his face.