On November 12, the sixty-first year of Kangxi, the twilight gradually rose, and the sound of the death knell came from the Qianqing Palace, cutting through the originally silent sky, and the startled cold bird fluttered its wings and couldn't help wailing, sad and heavy. For a while, the palace wall was up and down, and everyone was frightened.

When the news of Yan Jia's car came to the ears of Qing Shi, who was sitting in Chengqian Palace sewing new clothes, the silver needle stabbed her finger impartially, and fine blood beads gushed out, dyeing on the pale green brocade jacket, which was particularly eye-catching. Qing Shi frowned slightly, and the silver needle in his hand fell to the ground.

Qing Shi wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth after all, and waved his hand: "Go down." ”

After the Yellow Gate left, the eyes of the Qing Dynasty gradually blurred, and the past appeared in front of them like a horse. At that moment, it was obviously as warm as a spring day, but she felt that she was in the ice and snow, and it was bitter.

"Mother's ......"

"Mother's ......"

It was only after a long time that she came to her senses, stepped on the thick snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked towards the Qianqing Palace.

The Qianqing Palace is full of vegetarian in the eyes, which is the same as the white world outside, but it adds to the darkness. Yinzhen, who has become the new king, stood on top and personally performed the funeral ceremony, only to see him wailing and crying uncontrollably. In the Qing Dynasty, he was dressed in plain clothes and stood at one end of the Qianqing Palace with the concubine. At the other end, there stood all the princes and ministers, and the internal and external women who accompanied Yinzhen to make a big salute. The snow is clear, blending with the people standing here, and the sky and the earth are the same color for a while.

When the coffin of Zigong was gradually closed, the sound of the palace concubine sobbing softly came from behind Qing Shi, the voice of the monk was overdue, and the consul eunuch Wei Zhu said sharply "Kneel-" The long echo in the Qianqing Palace, everyone knelt down, and the cry was endless.

Qing Shi heard the young concubine crying behind her, and shook her head involuntarily and sighed, she had to rest her life before she was old, why was the sky so cold?

Seeing this, Xi Jue behind him whispered to Qing Shi: "Is Auntie pitying them?" ”

The tassels on the bun swayed in the Qing Dynasty, unable to hide the gray hair on the temples, and the mood in the eyes gradually faded. Then he spoke: "They used to fight to the death for power, profit, and favor, but now it seems that it is just a joke. ”

She seemed to be complaining about others, but she was pitying herself. A few years ago, when he was still beautiful in the Qing Dynasty, he became haggard in the deep palace, faded away from arrogance and delicateness, and only a dead tree remained. Now, even the last dead leaf is leaving her.

"Floating life is like a dream, and the illusion is strong. The way of life and death is common sense. Sister, you should see it. ”

When Qing Shi heard her words, he couldn't help but frown slightly, and his voice was a little deeper: "I'm not as smart as you, and I know everything." I'm just an ordinary person, I should complain, I should hate, and I can't let go of it. ”

I saw Xi Jue shaking his head and sighing lightly, got up and bowed and retreated to the back.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep. From beginning to end, Qing Shi never forgot the backyard of Chengqian that year, and met for the first time. He stood in the depths of the apricot blossoms, smiling at the dawn of the day, as if all his troubles had disappeared. But later, later......

Qing Shi took a deep breath of heat, and read in unison with the concubines and nobles present: "Congratulations to Emperor Daxing!" ”

Everyone got up and retreated to the outside of the Qianqing Palace, only the queen concubine and the heir were left in the palace, and the palace people stepped forward to whisper to Concubine De: "Yikun Palace has sent someone to pay tribute, Concubine Yi's condition has worsened, I'm afraid I can't come."

Concubine De got up and scolded with the support of the palace people: "The national funeral is the head, where the ritual is." How could she ignore the rules of etiquette? ”

Yin Zhen gave the waiter a look when he heard the voice.

So the palace people went to pass the decree, Concubine Yi had no choice but to come on a soft couch, Yinzhen looked at Concubine Yi who was leaning on the couch and was weak, and couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"You and other minions are so well taken care of!"

"The slave took care of the mother and did his duty, this is what the slave should do." The palace man responded with a smile on his face.

Yin Zhen asked coldly: "The national funeral is at the head, don't you know the etiquette?" ”

The palace man's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he shouted with his head: "The slave knows the mistake, the slave knows the mistake." ”

Yin Zhen snorted coldly, with the anger that was suppressed, and pointed to the palace people kneeling on the ground: "Concubine Yi is seriously ill and doesn't know, you and other slaves should follow the etiquette and walk in front of the queen mother and the concubines on a soft couch, which is very arrogant and inconsistent with etiquette." Pull out the rod and rebuke a hundred, and drive him out of the palace. ”

The palace people who came with them were all trembling like sifting chaff and pouring rice at this time.

"Your Majesty's life, Your Majesty'......"

This kind of humiliation made Yinzhen quite satisfied, and at this time, Concubine Yi, who was so sick that she still had the strength to speak, so she could only listen to it and get angry secretly.

However, a few days later, Yinzhen issued another holy decree announcing the crime of Concubine Yi of the Six Palaces. Everyone avoided Concubine Yi one after another.

At that time, Qing Shi was sitting in the courtyard playing with the jade pendant given to her by Xuan Ye with great interest, the patterns on her face had faded, the edges and corners had been repaired, and she no longer had the brilliance of the past.

"Auntie."

Qing Shi turned around in surprise, it was Yinzhen, but he didn't know when he was standing behind him. If she had stayed in previous years, she would never have known that there was someone behind her after the other party called. Qing Shi casually pointed to the stone bench beside him and asked casually, "Why do you have time to come to see my old woman?" ”

He brushed off the snow foam on his clothes, glanced at the jade pendant in Qing Shi's hand, and replied along the way: "I heard that my aunt has lost her appetite recently, and I came to see it today, and my aunt has lost a lot of weight." ”

It is said that the old man is sick and deceives, and he can still hold on a few points before, but since Xuan Ye passed away, his body has not been as good as before. After hearing his words, he shook his head unconsciously, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "You are willing to bother to inquire about my current situation, why don't you think about your own affairs?" ”

The dragon drove the guests, the new emperor was established, the previous dynasty fluctuated a lot, and in the following years of Kangxi, the open and secret battles between the princes were clearly seen in the Qing Dynasty. Waste of waste, of captivity, who can say that there is no blood in his hands? Who would have guessed that Xuan Ye would make Yinzhen the crown prince?

"Auntie, rest assured, the affairs of the previous dynasty have settled down for the time being."

Hearing his words, he settled down a little, carefully put the jade pendant on the table, straightened the corners of his clothes, and suddenly thought of something: "Have you been to Yonghe Palace?" ”

He didn't speak, just nodded, from childhood to adulthood, others can guess a few points when their minds are clear, but they can't see through his heart. But he and Concubine De have never been able to get over that hurdle. I saw his lips squirm, and only after a while did he ask in a low voice, "Auntie, should I forgive her?" ”

Qing Shi couldn't help but be dumbfounded, since Xuanye died, Yinzhen imprisoned Yinzhen in Jingling, Concubine De begged him bitterly, only begging mother and son to see each other, but Yinzhen was always unwilling, they could only separate the palace wall to tell the pain of family affection. Yinzhen's move also intensified the rumors in the palace.

"Even if Concubine De is not, she is still your Enie, I know that you hate her, and it is true that Mei'er blames her for everything, but the reason is also for you. If it weren't for the depth of his beloved son, how could he risk his life and plan carefully, just to keep you from being snubbed by your sister. ”

At the end, Qing Shi looked at him thoughtfully, waved his hand and said, "Go, I'm tired too." ”

He got up and bowed, and patted off the snow stains on the corners of his clothes: "Listening to my aunt's words, Yinzhen has been taught." My aunt herself has to take care of herself. ”

Qing Shi's expression was faint, and the corners of his lips were slightly smiling. Seeing him disappear and close his eyes slightly, Xi Jue walked lightly and put the cloak on Qing Shi's shoulder, and whispered in his ear

"Sister......

Qing Shi raised his eyes and didn't look at her, his eyes pointed directly at the corner of the imperial scenery of Duixiu Mountain, and the glazed tiles looked particularly clear through the snow, it turned out that there was such a place in the nine-fold palace of resentment.

"Let's go there and have a look."

Qing Shi pointed to the distance, Xi Jue helped Qing Shi up, and retreated from everyone, leaving only the two of them to go to Duxiu Mountain alone. As far as the eye can see, Biwa Feiyong, Taoyuan Meilin, is still the same as at the beginning.

Suddenly, the cold wind rose, the woods under the mountain were loud, and a small snow was falling, snowflakes were like catkins, and the snow made Xuan Ye's old appearance, Qing Shi stretched out his hand to touch him, but caught the snowflakes falling from the sky, and disappeared with his figure after the gap.

The corners of his eyes seemed to be invaded by the cold wind, or they were shocked, and they were slightly red. I couldn't help but say to myself: "The upper and poorer blue fall into the yellow spring, and the two places are gone." Siren Huangquan, I am still blue. Xuan Ye, after drinking Meng Po soup, do you remember me in the next life? After speaking, Qing Shi still showed a tearful smile.

As soon as I raised my head slightly, I saw the forty-nine city outside the palace wall in the Qing Dynasty, which was as prosperous as ever. couldn't help but say to himself: "It turns out that thirty years have passed, and time flies so fast." Nothing has changed, but I can never get back to my original self. ”

Xi Jue's eyes drooped slightly, and she couldn't help but sigh lightly. Then a casual smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Thirty years, does my sister have any regrets?" ”

"It's false to say that I don't regret it, I also once wished that the mountains and rivers would be long, the desert would be lonely, and the green houses would be together, and I would have a good person. But after all, it is not my own, I can only be confined to the palace for the rest of my life. Qing Shi turned his head and smiled: "What about you?" If it weren't for the birthday banquet, he would have been on the same page with him now, and his children and grandchildren would be around his knees. ”

Xi Jue didn't say a word, only looked at the east of the city, and Qing Shi knew that it was the way to Prince Yong's mansion. In the end, I still can't let him go. And what about her, the young Qimeng, after all, was buried under the Tong family's begonia tree.

The sundial is slightly oblique, shining on the Forbidden City, and the Forbidden City under the falling snow has a unique artistic conception. Qing Shi raised his head and looked up at the sky, and the sound of slow steps in the snow gradually sounded, and the figures of the two in the sunset seemed lonely and profound......