In the year I was in Jilu, I realized that I, Chu Linxiang, was not the real emperor of the Great Chu Empire. But I'm still happy, truly carefree and happy.

The mother concubine is the favorite woman of the father, and her beauty is still fresh in the memory of many old palace people every time they talk about it, and they often talk about how the mother concubine was the harem back then, how to be virtuous and virtuous, and how to treat the palace people well.

When I was young, I didn't know what these beautiful words meant, but I knew that the concubine was very good in the palace. Among the many harems of my father, only our "Yunxiang Palace" has never beaten anyone in the palace for anything.

I often think that maybe because my mother is very gentle, my father loves her very much, but then I think about it, which palace concubine is not obedient in front of my father? But on the contrary, my father loves her very much, and there is his own reason for it.

Forget it, don't want to. Where can my little head fit such a complex problem?

I just need to know that my father's eyes when he looks at his mother are so special, and I, Chu Linxiang, the second princess of the Great Chu Kingdom, will always be happy without a trace of gloom. What if it's not the real Emperor? My father is good to me, and my mother is good to me, so I have no regrets.

There are not many children under the father's knees, and the eldest sister is the daughter of Empress Dexiao. Her words and deeds have been sculpted to perfection since childhood. If the emperors play together, she always wears neat makeup, stands far away, and does not smile easily, nor does she easily show actions that do not conform to her identity.

The Fourth Emperor Ji Linbing once pulled me and snickered: "Second Emperor Sister, do you think she looks like a wooden puppet?" Motionless, wearing so much on such a hot day, I am not afraid of being damaged. ”

I played with the nine-hole delicate hydrangea in my hand, and looked at her, really motionless, like a gorgeous wooden doll, and suddenly, I felt very pitiful for her. Is there a pitiful loneliness in her calm eyes? So I ran over, handed her the delicate hydrangea in my hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Huanghuang, give it, let's play together." ”

I smiled as sweetest I thought and looked at her with longing. She seemed to be a little surprised, showing a strange expression, as if the most perfect mask suddenly cracked a crack, she wanted to speak and stopped, and the crisp laughter of several royal sisters in the distance came, like a brush tickling my heart.

I stubbornly raised my hand, but she didn't answer or speak, just looked at me strangely. The grandmother next to her seemed to feel that something was wrong and was about to step forward.

She suddenly spoke: "Thank you for the kindness of the second emperor sister, the main hall will go back first." She nodded politely at me and turned away.

My hand fell down, and my heart was not disappointed. Under the sun, the little straight back seemed to be bent a little by the layers of palace clothes.

I was five years old and she was nine.

Since then, she has rarely been in the Imperial Garden, and even when she passes, she only walks away from afar, leaving us with a gorgeous and mechanical back.

I don't know if she's really like this, as some serious grandmothers say, "do not lose anything", but I do know that my father does not like it.

He occasionally mentioned the eldest sister and sighed: "Lin Yue was taught too strictly by her mother, and she lost her child's nature. "I didn't take it to heart when I heard it, and I was still so happy that I had no heart and no lungs.

Then every day I followed the little palace maids in the palace to play crazy, but the mother concubine saw me playing with a red face, never punished me, still smiled at me dotingly, and softly told me to learn the unfinished piano lessons, chess lessons, etc. from the master in the palace. The tenderness of my mother is like spring water, and I often indulge in it unconsciously.

But when she treats her younger brother, she is strict, and her younger brother, who is only more than two years old, looks like a tiger, but don't underestimate him, he can memorize the long "Disciple Rules", and dozens of poems. He looks like his father, and even his frowning movements are the same as his father's. His big name is Chu Yingzhou. He's still young, and he doesn't like to laugh, so I don't like to play with him.

I still like to follow the little palace maids to the various palaces and find other royal sisters to play. Except, of course, the eldest sister's place.

Empress Dexiao was a serious queen, and when I was nine years old, she died. It seems to involve a palace secret, but I will never know when I am young, I only know that my father had a serious illness that year, unconscious, but after a few days it was miraculously better, the mother concubine when her father was sick, her hair was gray several times, and she came and went in the "Yunxiang Palace" are internal servants, palace maids, and even some foreign ministers, and even Aunt Mingying who married outside the palace. They all looked worried and ominous.

I was still young at the time, so I took Uncle Dexuan's hand and asked softly, "Uncle Dexuan, will my father be okay?" After saying that, I bowed my head and pulled the arm of my favorite puppet, and I was a little sad.

Uncle Dexuan gently stroked my head with his cold and slender hand, turned around and went out, his clear and elegant back was still in a measured way even at this moment when everyone was nervous, and there was no confusion at all. I watched him go away and thought to myself, "It's strange that my lord has always been so mysterious."

Later, there was another chaos in the palace, which is a later story.

Let me talk about the eldest sister again. I remember the night before Empress Dexiao's funeral, I was about to go to the concubine's bedroom to get the blue yarn fragrant bone fan I had forgotten.

When passing through a pear blossom forest in the Imperial Garden, there was a sudden cry of resentment, like a ghost. The palace people who accompanied him were too frightened to go any further.

My curiosity sparked, and I didn't care about any ghosts and snakes, so I slipped in quietly while they were distracted. Finally, I saw the weeping man under a tree full of pear blossoms. It's not the female ghost who lingers in the imaginary palace, and it's not the elf of the night, but the eldest sister who shouldn't appear here and now.

Dressed in a long white dress, she squatted under the pear blossom tree, crying depressedly and grievingly.

I was silent for a moment, although Empress Dexiao was strict with her, she was always her biological mother, and her father was always indifferent to her, and he didn't care much for her because she was the eldest daughter of the Great Chu Kingdom.

She heard my footsteps, looked up at me, did not get up, but buried Lian between her knees, and kept sobbing, at this time she was no longer the great emperor of the Great Chu Kingdom, but my poor sister who had lost her mother.