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Chen Huang (1637-1668), a native of Jinjiang, Fujian Province in the Ming Dynasty, was born in Jiaxing, Zhejiang, and was a Qingshui scholar. For people to fall negative strange spirit, painting Xiao sparse and idle, there are Mi Fu, Ni Zan legacy.

When we met again, she was already the imperial princess.

The man who was the supreme of the Ninety-Five held her hand and wrote: The piano is in harmony, and it is good to be quiet. At the end of the writing, as soon as his hand was released, the voice of the chamberlain came from afar: "Chen Huang brings." ”

The heart jumped suddenly, and when she woke up, the tip of the pen had gone straight down, and the heavy and monotonous ink, like an untimely tail, ruined the spring color of a garden, she called out "ah", and was about to kneel, but was dragged by the person behind her: "It's just a word, and then write." The calm tone made her feel that she was the one who made the fuss.

Outside the window, the rain was like a pink, like thousands of ropes whipped the earth, and countless streams of water splashed down the tiles and bells, smashing the opening in her heart, and it hurt.

I vaguely remember that it rained so heavily that day. In Huangliangmeng's inn, the man told her that there was a separation between them, such as the two stars of Shangshen in the sky, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river...... The strings are broken into two, one is given to the king, and the other is kept for himself, and the love and hate are entangled, and the strings are broken from then on.

Chen Huang was brought in, he was a scholar, and all he wanted all his life was to make achievements in the cause of river defense, but he was suddenly involved in a trumped-up case, not to mention the bitterness in his heart, and he was tortured inhumanly in prison, and at this time he was already sick and broken -- his face was gray and gray, his hair was unkempt, and his clothes carried the musty smell of prison.

She seemed to lose her support all of a sudden, her body shook, she almost fainted, and she looked at him, her face was as white as paper, but she couldn't say a word.

In her life, she watched her homeland fall, her father and mother, her mother, her brother, her sisters, and her clansmen, under the iron hooves of Dzungaria, one after another, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the night in her memory was only a shocking red, and there was blood everywhere...... She hid under the corpse of her mother, and she could only watch, not even cry. Now, she was going to watch him hurt like this.

However, at a distance of dozens of meters, she couldn't move a single step from the imperial case, and it was so close to the end of the world.

Kangxi didn't expect Chen Huang to be sick like this, the Yellow River is clear, he saw it with his own eyes, and only now does he know that Chen Huang is a genius in river governance. Kangxi comforted him and asked him to manage the Yellow River well, but Chen Huang only took out a roll of broken paper from his arms with great difficulty, saying that it was "The Essentials of River Defense". He handed the paper roll to Kangxi, and suddenly, he caught a glimpse of her trembling by the side of the dragon case!

There are many encounters in life, but their encounters are always at the wrong time.

First of all, she was exiled in the Central Plains, and was caught and sold to him as a slave in the midst of her exile, and in the days of purgatory-like pain, he was the only solace in her cold world, how could she forget! But at that time, she betrayed the hatred of the country and the family, and the road ahead was slim, and she didn't even dare to think about it, so she didn't say goodbye. She is a Mongolian princess, she grew up on horseback, but she almost couldn't even turn over the horse that day, gritted her teeth and didn't look back.

She went to Beijing, caught up with the imperial court in the south and fought a decisive battle with the remnants of Wu Sangui, and couldn't draw troops to deal with the evil wolf Galdan, and ran thousands of miles to the court, but she didn't even see Kangxi's face, so she was chased and killed by Galdan's messenger, she became a beggar, and when she was disheartened, where did she think that she would meet him again.

At that time, the unkempt face hid the color of the country and the city, but he still recognized her. reunited in the suburban cemetery, she loved him as a humble gentleman, but he only pitied her for being a princess of the dead country, and in a few words, he cleared up their relationship, identity, status, and ambition...... In the end, there is no fate.

It's not that she hasn't fought for it, so many people are in front of her, she cried and asked him if he wanted her, and if she didn't repay her hatred of the country, she just wanted to stay with him until she was old, even if her face turned into white hair, she would wait for him. But he didn't want to.

The scholar in cloth couldn't avenge her blood feud, so he let go, ruthlessly, let go of his hand, not that he didn't love, he couldn't love, he didn't want to, he couldn't want it, he couldn't love each other but couldn't stay together, they were wrong at the wrong time.

Si Qing, Si Jing, Si people, Chen Huang had mixed feelings in his heart, but he couldn't say a word. The song she sang that day seemed to ring in her ears again: "In a flash, the world is sluggish, who will play this gonghou?" It is difficult to cross the heavens, and the desert is full of sand and dust...... But where is the other side, what is the gentleman who is alone in a lonely boat? Why don't you say anything? Who will send the road back to the stormy cloud city......"

That was the last time they met, she tore off the string of the Gong Hou and gave it to him, thinking that he would never see each other again in this life, he ran on the Yellow River all his life, and all his lovesickness sank to the deepest part of the Yellow River with the long yellow sand.

Finally closed his eyes, and from then on, the smoke and waves were vast, heaven and earth.

The rain is still falling, looking out from the place where she stands, the Forbidden City is warped and corniced, high and cloudy, and there is a kind of desolation of three thousand prosperous falls in the majestic mist, thousands of lively, and it is no longer relevant in this life.

When we were young, we gave up, thinking that it was just a relationship, but later we learned that it was a lifetime.