Chapter VI

It's been a long time. The atmosphere between the two became more and more delicate. The relationship between the emperor and the queen eased somewhat. This is naturally visible in the eyes of the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang. She doesn't care what exactly is changing between them. I don't care how much I can change after I change it. The Queen Mother, who only had time to take care of the overall situation. But rejoicing in such a moderation. Able to maintain the relationship between the Manchu and Mongolian races.

'Meng' Guwen. Then it is very clear.

Here's why. Generations of Qing emperors. They all married the daughters of the ancient Mongols. That's why.' The 'female' son of the ancient Mong. Even if it can't be a post. She is also an undefeated concubine in the palace.

However. Just in this young queen. Stronger and stronger for the sake of the emperor. Strive to learn the way of the harem from the Queen Mother. When trying to learn how to help the emperor maintain the peace of the court through the harem. Just when I thought that her relationship with the emperor would gradually improve. The emperor's beloved 'daughter'. but he was seriously ill. I can't afford to be sick......

The emperor was sad and desperate. Stay in that 'woman' ** every day. The court didn't care much about it. This somewhat made this loving queen jealous. I feel very sad in my heart.

However. How can you gloat. He said it. Her kindness. It's a rare beauty in this harem. Just for this sentence. The vicious thoughts in her heart could not be born at all.

Send a large number of supplements to be sent. Intentionally or unintentionally, I asked the doctor about the 'girl' condition. Worried that the emperor was overly worried. Every day, the soup 'medicine' that is boiled for the emperor to replenish his body is sent to him.

But all that. It's like a stone sinking into the sea. I haven't heard a single response from the Emperor again.

Resentment. It's a complaint, isn't it......

But I still can't hate it......

The doctor said that the 'girl' was still running out of oil. When will it go. It's just a matter of time.

The Queen Mother was still thinking in her heart. The emperor was just a momentary obsession, and if the 'girl' really went. The emperor may be able to get along with the empress well. Then the 'Mongolian' side will be more peaceful. More stable.

But she knew it in her heart. At all costs. The handsome, kind and gentle emperor. to yourself. You will never be able to give birth to the love you crave the most......

Finally. No matter how reluctant the emperor is. Then Concubine Dong E still went......

He was venting something. Posthumously awarded such a noble title. Ignoring opposition and criticism inside and outside the court. Bent......

And then. Wait until she finally settles into the ground. He was completely immersed in the Buddhist scriptures......

She went to persuade her. But it didn't work.

Again and again I went to persuade him. Later. She actually felt . There's nothing wrong with him being immersed in Buddhist scriptures like this.

Only when he was immersed in the Buddhist scriptures like this. She could sit quietly and watch him like this. Say nothing. Just stupidly watching. Look at the emperor. Chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha without distractions. Looking at the emperor is like being in another peaceful, beautiful and clean world.

The way he looked when he was seriously prostrating to the Buddha. Indulge her even more. The whole person is quiet like a statue of white 'jade'. The son who is as gentle as 'jade'. Clear and handsome face. The light and shadow set off by the faint light of the candle flame. all made the love in her heart deeper and deeper.

She thought she could at least stay by his side quietly for the rest of her life. But......

He's going to be a monk......

It was like a bolt from the blue to her. The world she had imagined suddenly collapsed. The only man in the world surrounded by her own heart. The deepest love in my heart was destroyed with my own hands.

Her eyes widened. Those bright eyes suddenly "snapped" and shed tears.

The gentle and kind emperor looked at her like this. In the end, I can't bear it. Those slender fingers. For the first time, he stroked her still immature cheeks: "Silly child. What to cry about."

You see. He called her silly child. Eventually. in his heart. She's just a distant niece, just a kind-hearted and innocent child. And never the one he would fall in love with.

But this gentleness. This touches. But I finally got it......

Even for a lifetime. Just this once......

It has haunted her for a lifetime......

He's gone. Really gone......

A corner of the monk's robe flutters in the wind. That kind of look suddenly stinged her eyes......

She was led by the Queen Mother. Change into plain mourning clothes. A state funeral was held for him. and his sons. Ascend the Taihe Palace.. This is the highest staircase of the Qing Dynasty. became the queen mother......

The kid looked like him between his eyebrows. Every time she saw him. I thought of him......

He treated him as if he were his own. Take good care of it.

She continued to learn more from her aunt, who is now the Empress Dowager. Inside and outside the court. In the harem. The Queen Mother is all hands-on one by one**.

Now. She finally finished after he left. Fade away those youths, those excessive kindness and softness. She gradually became the queen mother in this palace that no one dared to despise.

Wait until the little emperor's biological mother dies. She also became the child's heart. The status of the emperor is better than that of the biological mother.

Just a lot of honor. All look bleak; No matter how much mother and son are filial. All are desolate......

Such supremacy. It's like her deepest cage. The heaviest shackles. trapped her whole life in this Forbidden City. Will her everything. They are all locked in this palace with red walls and yellow tiles.

However. It's all there. and delicately wrapped with the last trace of tenderness. Her status. Those honorable and honorable. It shows that she is his only wife, a fact that will be engraved in the history books forever. The child's filial piety and the "emperor's mother" to her all show that she is finally the mother of his child, and this is a moment that makes people have to reveal joy in the bottom of their hearts.

All right. So be it......

She couldn't help but think: You're gone. I was left with these things that I could fantasize about and rely on.

sighed. Young Queen Mother. Looking at the figure of the little emperor in a small dragon robe. I couldn't help but think about it in my heart. year. Is he the same way. The immature figure is dressed in a dragon robe. took on the burden of the country.

Only this one can't bear it. She was even more determined. To make this child a wiser, more determined, and more powerful emperor than his father.

He's too kind. The bottom of my heart is too gentle. So. Let this child grow stronger. Go and do what he can't.

Young Queen Mother. Overnight, she grew from a teenage young 'girl' to a strong and determined queen mother.

Another few years passed. The Empress Dowager is going to die. On his deathbed. She has 'handed over' the secret power of the dynasty into her hands.

After the mourning. She has received it for so many years. The first letter came from him.

He called himself a poor monk. The font is becoming more and more dusty and chic. She could even tell. He's doing well. At least it's much better than when you were in the palace.

"Hey......" she sighed. In the end, the love is deep. As long as he's doing well. She was satisfied.

What else can I say. Since then. They exchanged letters with each other. That's for her. It's a fortune that is hard to ask for.

Just with him. Secretly maintaining the peace of this dynasty. It also gave her a sense of happiness that husband and wife work hand in hand.

Flash. Decades have passed.

That's what she is. Quietly loved him all his life. Quietly guarded him for the rest of his life.

Someday. Suddenly, she wrote him a letter that had nothing to do with those political affairs. She asked him. Is that 'female' really that good? Why do you love her so much. She said to him. If he is going to die in that mountain? Remember to ask someone to bring her a handful of ashes.

Maybe at the time. It's just an occasional recollection of angry words from the past. She didn't expect him to write back to answer her doubts.

However when receiving his letter. When opened to see his handwriting. She was stunned.

He said. Maybe I don't love her much. It's just that the gentleness of her Jiangnan 'female' son is different from the free and easy of the full 'Meng' 'female' that makes him feel fresh. And then . The more I get along with her, the more I can't get out. Maybe I just can't let go of that feeling. The kind that was taken by a 'female'. The feeling of being a husband only. He said. He's a man with no home. That 'girl'. Suddenly, he had a home......

And the monks. It's just that I finally got it. You can't be a good emperor yourself. And barely do it. This life is in the midst of the high walls that surround it. He will never have a home either......

He even promised her. If you pass away. She will be given a handful of ashes.

He even thanked her for the first time. Thank you to her for raising her son for him. Filial piety to the mother......

That's it......

That's it......

The Queen Mother, who has reached middle age, sighed. Anyway, he's still thinking about her. Remember all her actions. That's enough......

Only wish for the next life. See you again. lest you lose your heart......

And then on. The Queen Mother felt more and more. He was born to be a man who recites sutras and worships the Buddha. He is simply a reincarnated living Buddha. Think back to the past. Look at the way he recites sutras and worships the Buddha. The Queen Mother looked up at the Buddha statue in the shrine. Isn't that the ethereal nature of birth......

People say that the Buddha loves all living beings. So. From the bottom of his heart. I guess I love myself.

The Queen Mother grew old in her correspondence with him. With grandchildren or even great-grandchildren.

Occasionally, she would write to him about the children. Although she knew. Naturally, he had a way of knowing this. But let's just talk about family life. It feels like it. I can get closer to ......

It's like an old husband and wife. Talk about children. Talk about children's children......

It's also 'pretty good'. Isn't it.

Suddenly one day. He sent a letter. Reading between the lines is the meaning of parting. She's 'sexually' smart. How can you not understand. What does that mean. But where is it? Where is it so easy to accept.

He was a monk. It was ruined her fantasy for several years. Say goodbye now. But it was going to collapse her life......

The lovely granddaughter he sent to his pet went to see him off for the last time. It wasn't his ashes that he brought back. but his relics......

You see. He really became a Buddha. I really became a Buddha......

He was enlightened. Go to the west to be his Buddha.

But what about her. Her greatest thought in this mortal world. The deepest obsession in decades. It just crumbled. It's like a building toppling.

She pinched a brocade bag embroidered with the word "Buddha" in her hand. This brocade bag looks very new. But the stitches on it. but it is old. How could she not know this brocade bag? It was the night before he left. She didn't close her eyes all night. Embroidered by hand.

She pinched. He closed his eyes and asked the child, "Is there anything else to say?"

The child took her old hand: "The host master said. When the master first arrived at the monastery. Just make an appointment with him. Death in the future. Ask him to use this brocade bag. Hold a handful of ashes. Someone will send it back to you."

Is that so? Is that so.

It's not because of their own 'selfish' demands. It was he who decided to do it in the first place.

So. Yourself is not. It's also considered . in his heart.