Haruka is not snow

He was born on the first day of the first month of the second year of Emperor Wu of Renkang, and was the eldest son of the imperial dynasty who had high hopes.

On the first day of the first month of the fourth year of Wu Yuan, Emperor Ren Kang, who had a thin heir under his knees, had a second son, looking at the pink and snow-white mass in the cradle, he smiled and touched the head of his younger brother who was born on the same day as him, and said with a smile: "Father, the emperor's brother is so jade-snow cute, it really looks like the lovely and superb snowy white fox that has been raised in the father's palace. ”

Since then, the second prince in the palace has such a well-known name, and his person is becoming more and more muscular, noble as snow, everyone says that he is worthy of being the most beautiful concubine of Shangjing over the years, and he will be a rare beautiful man in the world when he grows up in the future.

At that time, he liked this little brother very much, the two brothers slept and ate together, and the Yuan family, who had always competed with each other, became a rare anomaly, so that he forgot the crisis and ignored the hidden color in Concubine Ying's eyes when she looked at him.

In the winter of the eighth year of Wu Yuan, Emperor Ren Kang visited the sun, Ziyao Palace, he tightly grasped the white jade hand of the snow beaver and climbed the holy nine-fold platform, the heavy building hall was shrouded in heavy snow overnight, and the entire Ziyao Palace looked so pure and illusory on the top of the towering nine-fold platform.

However, the most beautiful thing is not the rich palace city of this snow poncho, it is the snow beaver beside him with black hair and red lips, black eyes and snow skin, wrapped in fox skin, he couldn't help pinching his tender little face, pointing to the cold plum with hidden flowers and branches in the northwest corner of the stage, the two of them smiled tacitly, and re-took their little hands and ran in that direction.

Queen Nalan likes plum blossoms, and likes the ancient Yongmei sentence "for the appearance of the face, hugging the lonely and pure", which was in a hurry, his deepest impression of the simple and elegant queen mother.

It is precisely because of Empress Nalan's high temperament that she is destined to drift away from the increasingly extravagant and dim Emperor Renkang.

Whenever she saw Concubine Ying's increasingly enchanting and charming arrogance, she always smiled and said nothing, and even Suijun Xun Xing Xianyang chose such a secluded corner of the Plum Garden alone, and let that person take his favorite concubine to indulge in lust in Chenhua Palace.

Seeing him and the snow beaver entering the house with snowflakes, Queen Nalan still smiled gently at the two of them, and asked them to take plum blossom cakes to eat. On that day, his aunt and the young lady of the Huguo Mansion were also there, she was the princess Yan Ruo who was married from Wan Shaoyuan, and she was eight months pregnant with them to Xianyang, and she heard her mother say that if her aunt gave birth to a girl, she would be allowed to be the princess in the future, and he was still very vague about the concept of the princess at that time, but every time he saw his aunt's bulging abdomen, he always had to touch it when no one saw it, and talk to her, and it became a habit after a long time, and the snow beaver saw it, and always had to laugh at him secretly.

When the night was dark, Concubine Ying sent someone to take the snow beaver back to the palace, he was riding on the shoulders of the guards for him to climb the bright red plum, the red plum to his hand, he learned the appearance of the Taifu to smile at him: "Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a spring." Although spring has not yet arrived, the second prince will accept my heart first! ”

Snow Beaver took the red plum, grinned at him, and let the chamberlain carry him back to the palace.

The snowflakes fluttered, and it fell on that cold night full of red plums, red and white fell all over his hair, and he sat on the shoulders of the guard, and stopped under the plum tree to see him obediently nestled in the arms of the waiter, holding the red plum tightly in his hand, and gradually walking away in the snow, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

That glance was the last of their innocent moments.

That night, when the forbidden army rushed into the plum garden, the queen mother hurriedly hid him under the bed, the quiet plum garden was a sword chaos, screaming and miserable, he heard the queen mother's hoarse roar for the first time, and then a fire, quickly spread throughout the plum garden, in the firelight he saw the dead female official, mother, and mother and aunt lying on the ground gradually withered, outside the door is the smiling face of Concubine Ying.

When Shen Yi's father rescued him from the sea of fire, he had been holding the little baby tightly in his arms, she was the blood and bones of his aunt in the sea of fire who gave birth with her last strength, and she was the entrustment that the queen mother handed over to him, and she was his only relative in the future.

She named him Crimson Rain, crimson like rain, in order to always remember the bloody wind and rain of that night.

In the eighth year of Wuyuan, Queen Nalan was deeply jealous of Emperor Renkang's favor for Concubine Ying's mother and son, fearing that the status of the prince would not be guaranteed, and colluded with the mother family to poison Emperor Renkang on the way to the fortification, intending to support the crown prince as soon as possible.

After the incident, the Qinghe King and other clan ministers quickly rushed to Xianyang to advise Emperor Ren Kang to investigate, but Emperor Ren Kang was obsessed with Gao Xianzi for a long time, and was convinced of his words and deeds.

That cold night was particularly cold, he held the wilting baby girl and shrunk his body in the charcoal carriage, for fear that she would make a little noise, when he went out of the Ande Gate, the car stopped, he heard the sound of the forbidden army coming to investigate, and his eyes were constantly staring at the crack of the carriage to look out.

In the dark night, a white-maned horse came to the road outside the palace gate, the young man on the horse was handsome and elegant, dressed in a jade brocade robe, and the leather belt was luxurious, and the guards recognized that it was the younger brother of the same mother as the current saint, King Qinghe, and they rushed over to kneel down to ask for peace, and the charcoal car took the opportunity to drive out of the palace at this time.

Walking in the cold wind of Xianyang City, he did not look back at the cold palace city, he only knew that one day he would come back again, and he would use his own way to see this ancient and decaying dynasty go to ruin.

The frost of the fifteenth year of Wu Yuan, the fallen leaves are covered with lonely steps, he carefully sweeps the fallen leaves under the corridor, and a few chamberlains whisper behind him about the holy destiny soon, his heart is not a little turbulent, he only feels that the fallen leaves have been very poetic in the past, but he never knew that the cleaning is so troublesome, he only rushed to finish the work earlier, this gradually cold day, it is not comfortable to stay in the wind, but he does not want to force the fallen leaves to a person's brocade boots.

That is the most precious Yuehua brocade paid tribute by the Yunzhou Weaving Bureau, and it can't be obtained by non-powerful people, let alone making boots? He realized in his heart that he had caused trouble, and since he had thrown himself into the mud, he should have the consciousness of doing the mud, and he put down the broom and knelt down on his knees to plead guilty, "The slave deserves to die!" ”

The man didn't squeak for a long time, he kept his mind bowed, but the man smiled, his voice was as melodious as flowing water: "Other people have committed more than asking for sin, but also asking for 'forgiveness' by the way, you are interesting, don't plead for yourself, please be a sin is not salty or light, this attitude is rare, Ming'er will come to serve alone!" ”

He realized that he was grateful, and he never looked up, and the man had already brushed his sleeves away, only the King of Qinghe, who was following behind, gave him a gloomy look.

In the winter of that year, Emperor Renkang died, the crown prince ascended the throne, changed to Yuan Jingning, known as Emperor Renming in history, the empress dowager Gao Xianzi listened to the government, and the new emperor's decree was constrained everywhere, and the power was all in the hands of Gao Xianzi and his henchmen.

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite.

When he walked into the Longzhang Palace, Xueli was smiling with Zhaoyi Xiahou, who had just entered the palace, and was smiling and drawing Emei.

His hands are very light, his bones and veins are clear, white and flawless, lightly outlined by a few strokes of distant mountains, Xiahou has already shown a half-shy satisfied smile, he straightened her sideburns, trimmed the black eyebrows and said: "Phoenix bun gold mud belt, dragon pattern jade palm comb." Come to the window and smile and help each other, love the thrush is deep and shallow? Qingshuang, do you think you and I are not like a loving couple who talk about the joy of their eyebrows under the folk green screen? ”

Xiahou smiled even more when she heard this, she is a woman who is extraordinarily beautiful and noble, and she may not be able to dominate the crowd in the harem of beautiful women, but she is born with a beautiful and romantic state, which is unforgettable at a glance.

Seeing him enter the temple, she bowed lightly at him and retreated to the inner hall in time.

Ordered someone to carry the two new vases of plum blossoms into the palace this spring, and he asked: "The emperor seems to be very special to Zhaoyi Niangniang?" ”

"Is it special? Maybe it's because she's smart! Xueli replied casually, and did not take this topic to heart, but instead folded off a red plum and raised his head and asked him seriously: "Liaoyuan, do you say that white plums are better, or red plums are better?" ”

He lowered his eyebrows expressionlessly, "White plums are like snow, red plums are like blood, what's the difference?" ”

Xueli frowned and said with a smile: "White plum is like snow, and I am like me, of course it is different!" ”

Whether he was noncommittal or not, the man had already turned to the waiter and instructed: "Tell someone to plant all the new white plums that have been brought in this winter to the courtyard that the chief manager has newly moved, and give them names...... Let's save the snow pavilion! ”

He was stunned, looked at the bottle of Huaxue in front of the window and smiled: "Okay, it's called Cunxue Pavilion." ”

From there, his garden was full of white plums, and it was as clean as the Nine Heavens Wonderland.

The moon rises and the flowers are suitable, and the snow falls and the plum snow is clear.

His heart will always hide the red blood rain of the plum garden ten years ago, but his mind is full of his moist look.

Scarlet Rain asked him if he had softened his heart and they could stop it.

He shook his head.

A long time ago, he was no longer worthy of having a heart.

He finally insisted on his indomitable progress.

Black and white opposite, chess pieces surround each other, the world game and the game in the palm of the hand, everything is under his control, and soon he seems to be able to see the complete destruction of this country in the hands of Gao Xianzi, and see that the initiators of the year get the retribution they deserve. But every time he is confused, it has always been the white son of the snow beaver who is besieging his black son, why is it always him who wins in the end? It seems that everything is under the control of the snow beaver, he thinks that it is himself who controls everything, but in fact it is not, the man seems to have been deliberately giving in. When he realized this, he panicked for the first time in years.

"Your Majesty, great joy!"

A slightly sharp hug from an attendant interrupted his train of thought, and on the other side, the snow beaver had already put down the chess pieces and asked lightly: "Why are you happy?" ”

The waiter said: "Someone from Fangbai Qinghe Palace's Mansion came to report that Princess Qinghe had just given birth to a little son at night!" ”

"Really?" The beaver's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he rarely showed this surprised look, he stroked his shoulder, and walked quickly to the outside of the hall.

The waiter on the ground cast an inquiring glance at him with some doubts, and he threw the sunspot into the chess box, "The emperor is thin, now that the king of Qinghe has a son, he can also make up for the emptiness of the emperor's arms, go and order the people below to drive the Qinghe palace!" ”

"But now that the palace gate has been banned, the queen mother knows that she is afraid that it will be ......" The inner servant was a little embarrassed.

He drank tea slowly, "Go ahead, I'll take care of something." ”

"Yes!"