My name is Li Mi, which comes from my mother's nickname, Arthur.

My mother is the only king with a different surname in the Wu Dynasty, the wife of Li Yong, the king of Jing who is respected as the prince, the eldest daughter of Ji Chengen, the left capital of the Imperial Palace, the sister of Ji Yuanheng, the waiter of the Ministry of Works, and is very liked by the family of the first queen mother, and was recognized as a granddaughter by Mrs. Lin, and the Lin family privately called my mother Arthur.

These are well-known things, and I didn't know until I grew up that there was a story behind it all, and the other protagonist of that story was in my name.

Mi, Anye, Yitongning.

This is her shadow, and they all call her Princess Changning.

My family loved this name, including Emperor Jing, the only person I could call "Shengshang".

In my memory, Emperor Jing is an existence as important as my father and mother, to be precise, Shengshang is my other father.

He would sit on the dragon chair and listen to the courtiers' music, and he would even free a hand to paint with me after the imperial case.

When I was bored, I would lift the bright yellow satin and look out, and see the civil and military officials standing there with a respectful and neat face, and I felt bored after a few glances, but I didn't want to leave here, so I fell asleep on the lap of the saint.

When I woke up, those people were already gone, and the Holy One was looking at the folds in my hand, I rubbed my eyes and expressed my doubts: "It's these people every day, don't you feel bored of looking at them every day? ”

Sheng Shang smiled and said, "If you look carefully every day, you will find it very interesting." ”

I looked up curiously and asked, "Really?" Can I come every day? ”

Shengshang smiled: "Naturally, you can." ”

I immediately became happy, in fact, I was not interested in those people, but I could eat sweet and glutinous snacks with the saint and go to court, I could listen to the saint, I could lean on the saint's side, and I could find an excuse to stay in the palace and not go home openly.

But since you have come to the court, you will stop by to see those faces.

Slowly, I also really found the pleasure that the Holy One said, watching those people look at each other silently, singing and talking in harmony, and smiling at each other while others were not paying attention, which was really interesting.

From then on, whenever I had time, I would sit on the little futon, hiding behind the curtain and watching the courtiers.

I like the palace because there is a saint in the palace, and the feeling of the palace is always so warm and interesting, more unrestrained than at home, I can play in the garden, climb the tall trees, run on the city walls, hide in the lonely courtyard and listen to the palace people's stories.

If I hadn't missed my father and mother, I would never have stepped out of the palace.

But every time he entered the palace, the high stars who served the saints would wail for a while.

"That's Gu Mo from Caigong."

"Little ancestor, don't touch your hands, hey, that's a painting written by the saint."

At that time, she also thought that the holy words were beautiful, and my fingers followed them, but accidentally those beautiful words became black, and I tried to wipe them off, but the more and more they got blacker, so I was sad in my heart and began to cry loudly.

The chamberlain and the palace people were helpless, and finally the saint picked me up, the saint was so beautiful in the lake blue robe, but in a blink of an eye, it was covered with tears and dirt on my face, but the saint didn't care, and I gradually forgot about my sadness.

When I left the palace, I didn't want anything delicious and fun, but I just found a box of holy words to take away.

Shengshang smiled and said to his mother: "I don't leave anything for Sister Mi, give her all my words!" ”

I rejoiced in my heart, but I didn't know why my mother's eyes were red, and she said sharply, "What to keep, she likes to come and ask you at any time." ”

On that day, the mother cried in the carriage, and although she did not make any sound, it could be seen that she was very sad.

In those years, many things happened one after another, most of them were happy events, my uncle and aunt got married one after another, and my days were full of laughter until ...... For the first time in my life, I experienced a heavy blow.

The saint left, the big coffin lay in the center of the hall, everyone was dressed in plain clothes, everyone knelt on the ground and just cried.

Everything suddenly became so cold that I couldn't help but shiver.

It's the first time I've hated the palace so much that I want to get out of it.

Where is the portrait of the saint, it is painted by the mother herself, everyone says that the person who knows the saint best is the mother, I didn't have any special feelings about that sentence before, but when I saw the portrait, I understood that everyone was right, because the clear eyes of the saint on the portrait, the shallow smile on the corner of the mouth is so real, let me feel in a trance that the saint is still sitting there upright, only people who know him, will paint so expressive.

I was tempted to climb into the coffin while others were not looking, to pull him up, to sit on his lap again, to watch him write, and to beg him to accompany me in my drawing, but I knew that those wishes that had seemed ordinary before could no longer be fulfilled.

I finally cried, and my heart was empty, like a big hole that could not be filled anyway.

There is no queen in the palace, and there are no heirs in the saint.

I don't know why this happened, but at first some people blamed my mother for all these faults, and my mother didn't care, but just handled the funeral of the saint decisively and calmly.

Although there is a holy edict in hand, the royal family also wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, as long as the mother and father are wronged as traitors, then everything will be led by them, I stood beside my mother and was a little afraid to hide, but was tightly held by my mother, at this moment I knew my mother's bravery and stubbornness, she did not allow us to be a little weak at this time, because everything behind me at this moment needs to be protected by my mother.

Mother said that the saint had expected the current result at the time of the confusion, and mobilized a thousand gold armor troops in the palace in case of emergency, and the saint made a big trip, she just wanted to send the saint on a safe and steady journey, and she was not willing to make a big move, but if someone wanted to be martyred for the saint, she would gladly agree.

There is no 1,000 gold armor army surrounding the main hall, and my father has not yet returned to Beijing, but my mother scared those people away with just a few words, my mother stood on the main hall, guarding the young prince, aggressive appearance, and now I still remember it vividly, every time I face danger, as long as I have the slightest fear, my mother's calm expression will appear in my mind.

No one knows if there really is a thousand gold armor armies.

But I know that when the saint was confused, my mother was by my side, and they didn't talk about state affairs or family affairs, but just played a game of chess.

The saint held the white chess and let his mother go first, and that game of chess was not like fighting, but companionship.

The Holy Spirit shimmered as usual, but the mother smiled very reluctantly, and she didn't know who was comforting whom, and who was accompanying whom.

"This time it's time for me to go first, and we'll ...... Good bye. ”

After my mother left, I heard the Holy One say this clearly, but I never understood what it meant.

Smart, cautious, and meticulous, there is no mistake or omission, this is the historian's evaluation of his mother, and it is also the first time that a woman has been recorded in the history books since the founding of the Wu Dynasty.

Mother was in charge of the court for thirteen days, my father led the troops back to Beijing, the father of the emperor explained to my father all the things my father completed, and the ten prefectures of Tubo have become the territory of the Wu Dynasty, and no one can make waves again within ten years.

The moment my father stood outside the main hall, everyone felt true stability, and I found the same majesty from my father as the Holy One.

My father succeeded the new emperor and then left the palace with my mother and me.

After stepping into the house, the mother also fainted in the arms of the father, the father seemed to have foreknowledged, the family had already invited Lang Zhong to treat the mother, the mother's illness did not seem serious, but she fell asleep like this, no matter how she was called, she refused to wake up.

My father stayed by my mother's bedside in despair, refusing to pay attention to anything outside, even if the new king summoned him, my father refused to go.

It's a mess outside, I don't know why, many people want the new emperor to give up the throne to their father, the prosperity of the Wu Dynasty is because there is a holy lord inside, and a father fights outside, and now one goes, and the other has become the hope of everyone.

Even if their father's succession to the throne will change the dynasty and the situation in the court will change, they will not hesitate, they are ready, as long as their father gives an order, they will seize the country for their father.

"Father, don't you want to be an emperor?"

My father stroked the top of my head, picked me up and put me beside my mother's bed, and looked at my mother quietly with me, and then said, "When your mother gets better, we will take a boat to Lingnan, your mother hasn't been back for a long time, last time...... was too hasty, and I didn't have time to let her stay with Mrs. Lin for a few more days. ”

Father's voice was so soft, he didn't look like he was outside.

Many people out there want to give directions, but my father's mind is all on my mother.

People in the world will always exchange everything for profit, and they will always think that they know anyone. Although his father has great military achievements, can command thousands of troops and horses, and has a position that no one can replace in the Wu Dynasty, he shouted, no one dares to compete for the throne from him, but for him, it is not as good as his mother calling him: "Ayong." ”

It's like she just wants her mother to get better, her father to smile again, and the family to be happily together.

At night, she vaguely heard her father humming to her mother, the voice was a little hoarse, and it was endlessly gentle, if she hadn't stayed at her mother's bedside, she wouldn't have known that her father still had such a side.

"Yanran, you need to wake up."

"You know why I come back victorious every time because you're here, and if you're gone, where am I going?"

Everyone said that his father was invincible, but who knew that he was actually extremely "weak".

This weakness is applied to a woman, and it is affectionate.

If he loses his mother, he will inevitably not survive, he will die on the battlefield and never come back.

I cried, crying aloud, because I was afraid that they would leave me like this.

My mother's condition improved after her uncle Hu came along, and although my mother was still not conscious, she was able to eat some rice soup.

Uncle Hu Yu chanted and prayed at his mother's bedside day and night, and his father also lifted his spirits and began to arrange family affairs by himself.

Brother Hao also returned to his usual appearance, holding his father's hand to recite the book, wanting to please his father, and his father was more patient than ever, listening carefully to every word he said, and smiling very kindly.

After that, my father entered the palace once, and when he came back, there was an extra person behind him, who was a high star who had been serving the saint.

Father said: "Gao Xing has always done things safely, let him follow you in the future!" ”

Gao Xing and I sat in the corridor, and when there was no one around, Gao Xing sighed: "King Jing has really changed a lot, after so many years of fighting, he actually said that he would give up, maybe for King Jing, these are not important, I hope the princess is better." ”

Only then did I know that my father handed over military power, resigned from his position as a teacher, and devoted himself to taking care of his wife and children.

After all, God did not treat our family badly, my mother's body gradually recovered, and when the spring flowers bloomed, my father fulfilled his promise and left the capital with the whole family.

King Jing left Beijing in this way and went to the northern Xinjiang, in the eyes of others he may be a failure, failed to fight for the throne, lacks the courage and ambition to become a hero, and his mother is a misguided family and country.

I don't care about those words, because now we are so happy as a family.

Northern Xinjiang is not as cold as I thought, there is no prosperity of the capital but simple and comfortable, my mother left many people here, many of them are excluded officials in Beijing, my father and mother did not give them official positions, but let them find the joy of life.

For example, Mr. Lin, who taught me to calculate, Zheng Shu, who is dedicated to raising horses, and Sun Qian, who competes with the sky every day.

The water in northern Xinjiang is very sweet, the sky is very blue, the uncle led people to grow many strange crops, Uncle Ran Liu repaired the official road wide and straight, in addition to making it convenient for everyone to enter and exit, he also had another idea, that is, to let the carriage run fast, so that when the uncle was busy around, he could sit in the carriage without riding a horse and rest, and since then the uncle's cold leg disease has improved.

Some people say that northern Xinjiang is not good, and some people say that northern Xinjiang is a blessed land.

Whenever my mother heard something like this, she would laugh and say, "There is nothing strange in the world."

Then he took his father's hand, and the two of them went to the ridge.

How big is my mother's world? Perhaps only a father can understand.

Maybe how big the heart is, how big the world is!

At the age of sixteen, I took over a pass from my father, and every day I stood at the head of the city wall and watched the caravans come and go, always seeing a little eagerness in their eyes.

There will be no permanent peace on the frontier, and perhaps they should be shown my methods.

"Miss," someone interrupted my thoughts, "there's a new person in the house. ”

"What will he do?"

The servant shook his head.

"Tell him I never keep idlers here."

I turned around, and my eyes reflected his face, eighteen or nineteen years old wearing ordinary clothes, but could not hide the heroic spirit in his eyebrows, there was a familiar feeling in her body.

"Tonight, I can take that caravan." The confident smile on his face was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Stay." I simply made up my mind.

When I got home, I took him with me, and my mother looked at him from afar, her eyes flickering slightly, and then she turned away with a smile.

"What's his name?"

"He said his surname was Ma."

My mother and I looked at each other, and then made my father's favorite red bean pastry.

"The emperor has not been in good spirits for the past two years, and he intends to choose the prince in the clan, I think he is not surnamed Ma, but surnamed Zhao."

I smiled slightly, "No matter what his last name is, I'm going to keep him here." "At the first glance of him, she had already guessed his identity, because the aura on his body was somewhat like that of the saint.

Mother raised her eyebrows: "What if he is bent on taking you away?" ”

I didn't back down: "Then let's see who has the means." ”

As for the process, that's my story.