I am a Jinshi of Ding Youbang in the eleventh year of Changzhi, ranking behind Li Zhi, an old disciple of Chen Ge, and I took the eighth place in the second grade. I was one year older than Li Zhi, and I entered the Hanlin Academy with him and became a famous seven-grade editor.

Many things happened that year, first the end of the Anti-Japanese War, then the major fraud case in the imperial examination that I participated in, and then the birth of the current emperor and the fall of the eunuchs, and at the end of the year, there was a major event that I had not seen in 20 years.

Tsarist Russia has attacked the capital.

It wasn't the first time I saw the current Queen Mother, but it was the one I remember the most - I could only glance at her in the past when I was in Wenyuan Pavilion.

She's so beautiful, really, I've never dared to look up at her more.

But that day, I stared at her for a long time.

Tsarist Russia withdrew from the army, and the mother was covered in blood. She was helped to vomit several mouthfuls of blood - I inquired later, and the doctor said it was very hurtful.

Niangniang knelt in front of King Pingshuo, her brother, and called him softly: "Big brother." ”

I was in a state of excitement. I am also the eldest in the family, and some people call me "big brother", but my family is full of brothers, sisters are rare, and no girl like her calls me like this.

She was seventeen years old that year, three years younger than me.

She stretched out her hand and tried to close King Pingshuo's eyelids, and closed them several times, but King Pingshuo's eyes were still open. I heard the old man in the family say that if people leave but don't want to close their eyes, it is because there are still unfulfilled wishes, and there are still worries about this world.

"Big brother, Tsarist Russia has withdrawn, and the capital has been defended." As she said this, she tried to close King Pingshuo's eyes again.

It's still useless, let alone her, it's uncomfortable for me to look at.

Niangniang gritted her teeth and said, "The traitor who has been hiding behind the eunuch party has an eyebrow, and I have avenged you." ”

It still doesn't fit my eyes, I can't bear to look at it anymore, but she is here alone, can she really stand it?

She didn't see too much sadness on her face, but she always felt that there was no life, and it took a long time for her to figure out what to say to her brother: "Big brother, I will be fine in the future, don't worry." ”

With that, she touched the cold cheek of King Pingshuo, and then lowered her head again, leaned into King Pingshuo's ear, and said something that no one could hear.

I don't know why, but the sour water in my heart was bubbling up.

I think it's strange myself, the two of them are clearly brothers and sisters, King Pingshuo has long lost his parents and has no family, and his relatives around him are just such a sister. What's more, this is the time to say goodbye to the dead, and it is normal to be sad in words.

I patted myself in the face, trying to get this strange thought out of my head.

I just slapped it, and I heard a lot of crying around me. I looked up, and King Pingshuo closed his eyes.

Niangniang also shed tears, she had no veil, and her face was covered with blood, so she could only cry straight - but Daheng has rules, and she can only retreat if she doesn't touch the corpse under her tears.

The ghost sent the gods, and I actually stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to my mother.

"Thank you." Her voice was so small that only I could hear her.

But when I saw her covered in blood, I only felt that my handkerchief was blinding white, as if I were laughing at me for not doing anything but to see a "bustle" in the city today.

The mother really wiped her face with that handkerchief, and I watched from afar, and my heart was happy.

She's so good-looking.

I very much hoped that my mother would keep my handkerchief, but then she found someone to hand it out of the palace and wash it clean.

I took a long breath, didn't dare to use the handkerchief again, and quickly found a box to lock it up.

There was also Emperor Changzhi who was buried together that year. Those of us who have been to the city tower together know that Emperor Changzhi did an extremely dishonorable thing, and his death was not very honorable, because he died of heart palpitations after being shot down by Niangniang on the top of the city tower with an arrow.

Wow, it's scared to death. The way an emperor died like this is really disgraceful.

However, we didn't mention this matter later, so we didn't know it, and Emperor Changzhi was buried in a hurry. If you want me to say that he is buried in the imperial mausoleum, I think it will be quite humiliating to our Daheng.

It is the king of Pingshuo who can make us cry on the long street, and his coffin on the day of the funeral is from Chang'an Street, and the mother is watching it personally.

We all stood on both sides.

I looked up and peeked at the mother, there was no blood on her face, and I even suspected that she might be unable to stand.

But she was holding on, and there was not even any color on her face. I know that Tsarist Russia has not been completely driven out, she still has to go to the front, Daheng has been torn apart by the war and party strife over the years, and she still has to support the young emperor to reorganize the rivers and mountains.

I remember that Niangniang was born in the third year of Longwu, and in the first year of Qing'an, she was only eighteen years old.

But when the country is in trouble, who cares if you are a teenager or not?

When the coffin was buried, it was snowing in the sky again, and the mother was standing in the snow, her shoulders covered with snowflakes, and she didn't know how to brush it off. The winter was particularly cold that year, but the lady looked thinly dressed.

Isn't she cold?

I kept staring at her until the coffin was buried, when I saw her lips hum and she said a few words.

Reading her lips, you can barely tell what she's saying.

"Big brother." "It's snowing," she said. ”

That's when I wanted to rush forward and pat the snowflakes off her body. But at this time, it was different from the chaotic scene on the castle tower, when we were all the people of Daheng, and there was no difference; But today I have to be afraid that our identities are different, she is the young queen mother of Daheng, and I am just a seven-rank editor in the Hanlin Academy.

It is said that after entering the Hanlin Academy, the next step should be to prepare for entering the cabinet, and our group of Ding Youbang is even more extraordinary, all of them are used by one person as ten people.

The Quartet must be pacified, the mountains and rivers must be reorganized, the sea ban must be reopened, and the Quartet army must be reorganized and reshuffled, none of which is easy to do. These things can't be done by the doll who is still breastfeeding?

So all the burden fell on the shoulders of the mother.

I can often see Niangniang in Wenyuan Pavilion, but I still don't dare to look at her. Niangniang didn't seem to have good eyes, and her eyes were often red when she stayed up late, and the female officer next to her was so stunned that she often used a hot cloth to apply a compress to her.

Oh yes, this female official later married an internal servant, who was later the celebrant Leng Changqiu. Some people say that this arrangement is nothing, even if the food can be married, there is no such delay for other girls.

I think it's better not to guess if you don't know the inside story. In short, the lady arranged it like this, and there must be her reason.

Li Zhi laughed at me: "You are really a loyal supporter of Niangniang, we are all new, and I haven't seen anyone like you." ”

I am upright and warn him that the party is fighting for the country, and what is the new school and the old school now.

"It's done." Li Zhi waved his hand, "I've convinced you." ”

He knows a fart, I say in my heart, I just feel sorry for my mother.

She pities the people, but who pities her?

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