On the drizzly lake, on a gallery boat, King Ping stood on the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands, looking at the smoke and rain in the distance.

"Boatman, boatman" faintly heard the woman's voice.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the opposite shore, where several women were standing, shouting at the boat he was on.

The boatman did not have the orders of his employer, and he did not dare to tie up, and King Ping looked at the few women in the breeze and rain without shelter, and suddenly had a little kindness, "Lean over"

When the boat docked, his eyes swept away, a middle-aged woman dressed like a middle-aged woman, dressed up with two maids, two rough maids-in-law, and an old servant.

His eyes are very poisonous, and he can see at a glance that something is wrong with this woman, this woman is dressed in an old-fashioned manner, but her eyebrows are delicate, her eyes are flexible and full of vitality like autumn water, and the loose green cloth coat is put on her body to hide her smooth state, this is by no means a middle-aged woman, but she pretends to be old for some reason?

is guessing to himself, "When it rains on the road, son, ask for convenience"

The woman's voice was so clear and pleasant that he didn't notice a smile on his lips, and he raised his hand and motioned for them to come aboard.

The woman squatted and blessed, "Gongzi Xie"

He was completely sure that this woman would never exceed the peach and plum years.

Although he is curious, but his own identity and upbringing, he is not allowed to stare at a woman, the woman is on the boat, he faces the lake, guessing that the woman is the origin, after all, he can't stand the curiosity, as if unintentionally turned his head, this look, his smile is deeper, the woman is greasy, the rain is poured, into a slippery one, the makeup is spent, very embarrassed, but it happened that the woman raised her head, four eyes to each other, the woman seemed to notice that he was staring at her face, the maid next to her touched out a small bronze mirror, she held a photo, suddenly, the face appeared embarrassed, Slipped away at him and smiled awkwardly.

She took out an embroidered handkerchief to wipe the rain from her face, her complexion was fine and white, revealing innocence, and sure enough, he guessed correctly, this woman was very young.

What's even more unexpected is that she lives next to him.

Zhao Shizhao, the king of Ping, had secretly colluded with King Li at that time, and it was at a time when bandits were rampant in coastal areas, and officials were seriously corrupt and bribed.

King Ping temporarily settled in the Taoxi Dock in Qiantang, one day at dusk, he climbed high and looked far away, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the lake, saw the woman squatting on the stone by the stream, as if her expression was sad, under the staggered light and shadow, shrouded in a layer of faint sadness, he breathed for a moment, the familiar breath of the woman's body made him inexplicably moved, reminded him of his mother, and the woman named Fang Fei.

He found this woman more and more intriguing, and he ordered Xiao Shunzi to approach the girl, and within a few days, Xiao Shunzi exerted his unique skills and became familiar with the girl's maid.

Xiao Shunzi kept talking as if he was showing his merits, "The girl in the West Courtyard is surnamed Wu, she is the sister of Wu Niangzi, and she is a relative, because she likes this place to live." ”

Xiao Shunzi watched the master listen carefully, and said playfully: "Miss Wu is not engaged yet, she is not young, she is already eighteen years old. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of King Ping's lips, this monkey cub probably guessed the master's heart, knew that the master was interested in that girl, and inquired in detail.

Xiao Shunzi talked for a long time, looked at the master but smiled, stopped, and glanced at the master's face.

"Why don't I sound like a person from the capital, her rough mother-in-law is like a Shandong accent" King Ping listened to it for a long time, and suddenly asked such a sentence.

Xiao Shunzi's small eyes squeezed out a sycophant smile, "Ye is Ye, nothing can be hidden from Ye's eyes, their hometown is from Shandong"

"Is Wu Niangzi's hometown from Shandong?"

King Ping said lightly, Xiao Shunzi was speechless, clicked his little eyes, and pondered in his heart, yes, Wu Niangzi is from the capital.

Zhao Shizhao became interested in this incognito girl.

However, he went out for a few days because of an urgent matter, and when he returned, he found that the west courtyard was empty.

The owner of the house, Mrs. Wu, was a little surprised and happy when he came back, and greeted him warmly, "The women thought that Uncle Xiao would not come back, but fortunately, the house was empty, and I ordered someone to sweep it every day." ”

Zhao Shizhao hesitated and asked, "Did Miss Wu from Westinghouse go out?" ”

Wu Niangzi was stunned for a moment, then her expression returned to naturalness, and she said with a smile: "My sister has gone home, and her stay here is not short." ”

He was a little disappointed for some reason.

At night, the small courtyard was surprisingly quiet, and the west courtyard was empty, as if there were many people missing out of thin air, and Xiao Shunzi was listless.

He somehow lost sleep at night, his mind was always shaking the shadow of Miss Wu, and suddenly became suspicious, when he mentioned Miss Wu, Mrs. Wu's expression was very unnatural, obviously, Mrs. Wu told a lie, he had only been gone for a few days, chatting before, Miss Wu did not mention a word back to her home in the capital, is there something to hide?

The next day, he ordered an inquiry.

Sure enough, the people sent back to report, "Two days ago, many people from the government suddenly came to the town, and I heard that there was an uncle and a prince in it, and after only staying for one day, everyone withdrew and took Miss Wu away." ”

He stayed for a few more days, hoping that Miss Wu would suddenly turn around, but obviously Miss Wu would not come back, Wu Niangzi looked at him with a little more guard, probably he secretly investigated the matter, and let the shrewd Wu Niangzi know, this Wu Niangzi's behavior is definitely not from a small family, it seems that there is a big background, Miss Wu's way is not ordinary, when the uncle of the country, is it the queen's family or the queen mother's family? Or is it the concubine and the relative of the harem, the prince who came, and who is it?

Soon after he returned to Beijing, he got the answers.

Miss Wu has become Princess An, his imperial sister-in-law.

After that, he carefully deployed to fight King An and avenge his mother, but whether he was faintly selfish, maybe even he didn't know.

However, he lost two games in a row, and both of them were lost in the hands of Princess An, and he lost completely, and Miss Wu was uneasy about Princess Wu for just a few days, which ruined his business for several years.

It's so strange that he was defeated at her hands, and she was convinced, and, since then, she has truly entered his lonely heart.

This woman is like a mother, but not like a weak mother, like a concubine but not like a concubine of the world, she is intelligent, persistent, and loyal.

But it also made him see her heart clearly, what she really loved was his third brother, King An, and he didn't have a chance.

Later, he sent troops to break through the capital, and the first thing he thought of was her, and he ordered his life to protect King An's Mansion and Princess An, and no one was allowed to touch King An's Mansion.

After that defeat, he had to leave temporarily, and after ten years, he returned to Beijing, and the people of Ke'an Wangfu went to the empty building.

Dechang five years

Qianqing Palace

"Mrs. Shen Shilang is deceased?" Emperor Dechang asked, Shen Xuanzhen's father has been promoted to the three-grade waiter of the household department, which is quite important to the emperor.

"Yes, the emperor" Guo Qidao, the head of the household.

Zhao Shizhao seemed to say to himself: "She has been gone all these years, and she should come back"

Guo Qi was inexplicable, he was talking about Shen Shilang's family affairs, why did the emperor talk about it elsewhere.

Shen Mansion

There are several strings of paper hanging on the heavy vermilion lacquer door, and white curtains are hung everywhere in the main hall, and a mourning hall is set up to pay tribute to the second wife Wu.

In the side hall, the sisters of the Shen family only rushed back to their parents' house except for the fifth girl Shen Wanzhu, who had not seen each other for many years, and the sisters were able to reunite until middle age, relatively embarrassed, the husband of the fourth girl Shen Wanyun has been promoted to the prefect of Qingzhou, Shandong, and has a pair of children.

Shen Wanzhen saw that Shen Wanyu had been blessed, her face was ruddy, and asked, "Why didn't the niece come?" ”

Shen Wanyu said: "Your brother-in-law said that there are many people, I am afraid that he will be noisy, so stay at home" Shen Wanyu's face was satisfied, people in their thirties are no longer in the same state of mind as when they were young, and they have become pragmatic.

The fourth girl, Shen Wanyun, cried so much that her eyes were red and swollen, Shen Wanzhen ordered the maid to fetch hot water, twisted the hot towel, and Shen Wanyun wiped her face.

Here, Shen Wanyu talked to Shen Wanzhen, Shen Wanyu said: "It's a pity that the fifth sister didn't come back this time, I heard that the fifth sister has a very difficult life in her hometown in Shandong, the old lady is old, she doesn't take care of things, the third wife has the final say in family affairs, and the third aunt is stingy, and the degree of food and clothing is not as good as in our house." ”

Shen Wanzhen is not good at stubble, Shen Wanzhu hated herself deeply back then, I don't know what the two sisters can say if they meet now, Shen Wanzhu's heart may not be able to let go.

"Aunts and grandmothers, there are foreign guests coming again" Feng'er dressed in heavy filial piety, came to greet her, and the mourning hall sent away a handful, and another came again, in an endless stream, all of them were court officials and their families came to worship.

Sending off the foreign guests, Feng'er quietly grabbed the old master, and said to Shen Wanzhen: "Grandma will go to the back hall to rest, and I will ask someone to send the food to the back."

Feng'er is no longer the childish little maid of the year, has become a middle-aged beauty, due to Wu's poisoning, lingering sickbed, Master Shen ordered someone to carry the little master to Feng'er's room, raised by Feng'er, Feng'er's child was lost and recovered, hugged his son and cried with joy, since then, he has been carefully raised, and has now grown up, quite a father's style.

Shen Xuanzhen lived in her mother's house until her mother's burial, thinking about Zhao Shijiao and her son, so she planned to return to Qiantang three days later.

At night, she still lived in the boudoir when she was not out of the pavilion, and Master Shen had always ordered people to keep it as it was, usually locked, and no one was allowed to enter, this is the careful place of Master Shen, not all because of the deep love between father and daughter, as shrewd as Lord Shen probably already realized that the emperor had some kind of inexplicable feelings for his third daughter.

Shen Wanzhen returned to the familiar environment, and she remembered the many years of visiting, and she suddenly remembered that she was a monk in Xishan Baoyue Nunnery.

West Mountain, deep spring, the scenery is charming, Shen Wanzhen hiked up the mountain, according to the memory to find the original site of the Baoyue Nunnery, once a scorched black, flowers and trees have long grown, people have long forgotten the fire of the year.

Shen Xuanzhen ordered that no one should follow, leaving only Xiuju alone, Xiuju had already married a woman, but she was still unwilling to leave her master.

The two of them walked around, and suddenly, Xiuju pointed to a nunnery in the mountain col and said, "Master, there is no nunnery in the past." ”

Shen Wanzhen looked in the direction of her finger, not far from here, a small nunnery.

"Let's go and see"

The two walked closer, this is a very small nunnery, the door is quiet, it seems that no one usually comes, Xiuju stepped forward and knocked on the door, there was movement in it for a long time, squeak, the door of the nunnery opened a gap, and half of the body of a nun poked out inside, "Donor, is it to incense?" ”

Shen Wanzhen felt familiar, looked at it for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Are you Su Niangzi's ......?"

The nun also tilted her head to look at her, and suddenly said, "Are you Miss Shen who used to live here?" ”

"I am Mrs. Su's maid, and my master is a monk here"

Shen Wanzhen was very surprised, and said happily: "Your master is still alive?" ”

The nun said: "Miss Shen's nunnery is talking"

As he spoke, he opened the door and led Shen Wanzhen and the others into the house, and said as they walked: "The master went down the mountain to make a fate."

Let the two of them into a clean room, serve tea, and sit and talk.

Shen Wanzhen asked curiously, "How did you escape?" ”

The nun said: "Back then, I slept until midnight, saw the fire coming, hurriedly went into the house to wake up the master, and went to tell the teacher, but the master was unwilling to leave, and died in the fire, I and the master and the two escaped by luck, with the help of the same way, built this small nunnery, and ate fasting and chanting in the morning and evening"

"Has the arsonist been found?" Over the years, Shen Wanzhen has never guessed who caused the fire in Baoyue Nunnery.

The nun whispered: "The arsonist was found by the government, it was Su Niangzi's husband, the family was defeated, and he couldn't live, so he begged my master to go back, but my master refused to live or die, he couldn't think about it for a while, so he set a fire, burned the nunnery, and burned himself inside." ”

When Shen Wanzhen and Xiuju heard this, they both felt miserable, and they killed so many people because of his willfulness.

The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study

"Your Majesty, Princess An went to Xishan today," General Wei said.

Emperor Dechang was silent and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he rubbed the ground together, almost brought the dragon chair down, and said in his mouth, "Master Pan, accompany me to the West Mountain, others don't have to follow"

That being said, the emperor traveled in micro-clothes, how dare he not send someone to follow, General Wei sent someone to disperse the incense tourists on the West Mountain first.

There is a large lake in the west of the capital, surrounded by mountains, and it rains in the blink of an eye on a sunny day, which is the first rain in spring.

There is a plain-clothed woman standing on the edge of Zijing Lake, next to a woman in Tsing Yi holding up an oil-paper umbrella above her head, on the misty lake in the distance, a carved and painted corridor boat is slowly approaching the shore, and there is a man in a smoky green robe like a breeze and a moon in the bow of the boat.

In the fifteenth year of Dechang, there was a murder of the prince in the palace, the emperor's heirs were thin, and the harem concubines only gave birth to two princes for the emperor, both of whom were born to inferior concubines, unfortunately died early, and it was easy to become a concubine who was pregnant, but accidentally ate poisonous food, miscarriage, and then it was verified that Zhou Guifei was the agent of the harem affairs.

There are few concubines in the harem, the emperor is indifferent by nature, and he cares about the government, and it seems that no woman can get close to his heart.

As soon as this incident came out, the emperor went to the harem with fewer steps.

In the thirty-fifth year of Dechang, in the Qianqing Palace, the imperial doctors came and went, and when the emperor was dying, he whispered weakly, "I will go there first and wait for her, I hope this time it is not too late, the last time I saw her was thirty years ago"

The little Shunzi of the year is now more than the old man who is more than the age of Ear Shun, looking at the emperor's lips one by one, close and listening, but he burst into tears and choked up; "Your Majesty, don't worry, it's not too late this time"

This year's grass grows and the warbler flies, Emperor Dechang's eyes pass through the hall, look at the corridor, seem to be familiar with the old hall in front of the swallow, and smile comfortably.

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