After a busy night, no one closed their eyes. The day dawned, and the sunlight shone in through the window, shining on the anxious crowd and the quietly sleeping Rongruo.

Rong Ruo slowly opened his eyes and saw Xuan Ye's face full of surprise. The doctors began to work again, and the hall was full of joy.

Xuan Ye left Rong Ruo in the palace so that the imperial doctor could take care of it. When the Empress Dowager found out, she ordered someone to bring Rong Ruo to Cining Palace.

The Empress Dowager smiled: "Nalan, are you feeling better?" It was the first time that my grandson had let a guard sleep on a dragon bed. ”

Rong Ruo knelt down and said: "Thanks to the emperor's gift, Rong Ruo will serve the court well and repay the emperor." ”

The Empress Dowager thought about Rong Ruo, and stretched out her hand to put it on his shoulder: "It's not a gift, it's a favor." The emperor's favor to you is greater than that of the queen. ”

Rong Ruo's expression changed: "The slave doesn't dare!" How can a minion be compared to a queen mother? ”

"Nalan, you are a good boy, you are a talented man of our family, a second-class jinshi, you shouldn't stay by the emperor's side all day to serve, my grandson only gave you the false title of a royal guard, and I really wronged you."

The Empress Dowager's meaning Rong Ruo naturally understood, and it has always been Rong Ruo's ambition to make contributions, he pondered for a long time, but said: "Slaves know that they are shallow in their learning, and they dare not ask too much." I am already very satisfied to be able to stay by the emperor's side. ”

The Empress Dowager's eyes were shining and unfathomable: "Nalan, the emperor treats you well, how can you bear to trap him in injustice?" The mourning family knows your feelings for the emperor, but if your affairs are reported in the palace, what will the people think of him? Can he still convince the people? We are full of people, and it is not easy to rule the Han people. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat, and if the king has no prestige, the country will die. ”

Rong Ruo didn't dare to get up, he looked up at the Empress Dowager. The woman's calm words had unquestionable power. He kowtowed to her: "It's not easy for the slave and the emperor to be together, and I don't want to give up like this." The minions will not let people catch the handle, they just want to stay by the emperor's side and ask the ancestors to fulfill it. ”

The Empress Dowager caressed his head lovingly: "You can promise that you won't do anything, but the mourning family can't guarantee that my grandson won't do anything." Nalan, haven't you heard the word 'the wall has ears'? Within the high walls of the palace, there were ears and eyes everywhere. How long do you think you can hide something that even an old woman of mine knows? ”

Rong Ruo was silent. He was persuaded by her seductive words.

The Empress Dowager continued: "It's not difficult for you to mourn the family, you go back and think about it." Out of this palace gate, see how many palace maids and eunuchs are whispering. ”

"Whew, the minion is leaving."

Stepping out of the door of Cining Palace, Rong Ruo really saw two little palace maids whispering something. When he saw him coming, he immediately closed his mouth, and his eyes flashed.

Suddenly, my heart hurt as if it had been torn.

Rong Ruo stood in front of the palace gate, looking at the empty Lang Garden. The cool breeze blows on the face, and the heart is wrinkled.

Qianqing Palace.

Xuan Ye reached out to hug Rong Ruo, Rong Ruo took his hand away and took two steps back.

Seeing this move, Xuan Ye said unhappily: "I don't understand, why do you refuse to accept me thousands of miles away because of Lu Jingruo, and now that you are my person?" ”

Rong Ruo said: "In the hearts of the people, you are a good emperor who loves the people like a son, and I don't want you to be criticized by the world because of me." ”

"I don't care."

"But I care." Rong Ruo said, "Shang Xuan spoils Daji, the king of Youwang praises him, and everyone is punished by the greedy and tyrannical faint monarch." The mouth of the people is worse than the Sichuan, and I am the only one who respects and despises people's words, and there is no good end in the end. ”

Xuan Ye said angrily: "I am not a faint monarch like a ghost! ”

"Slaves are not Daji or praise."

There was silence for a while.

"A red face has a thin life, a slave is a man, and he wants to live longer." Rong Ruo felt that he should say something more desperately, "Your Majesty, you have never understood the heart of a slave. Slaves also aspire to make achievements in their own strength, rather than currying favor with the emperor like a woman. Please stand in the position of a slave and experience the mood of a slave, let me go. ”

Let him go? Oh, he can finally have him, how can he be willing to let go like this?

Xuan Ye sneered and looked down at the person kneeling on the ground: "How long did you think about it to come up with these excuses?" No one has ever dared to talk to me like this, except for you, Nalan Chengde. I have seen a lot of literati who are arrogant and arrogant, and they may not have the ability to give them the opportunity to make meritorious contributions! Without me, you wouldn't even be a guard. Do you want to make a difference? I won't let it. He pulled him up, "I tell you, there's nothing I want that I can't get." Don't expect me to let go again. ”

Rong Ruo said coldly: "You are a high king, and no one dares to disobey your will." It is only because I am not subject to you that you want to conquer me. Thou shalt possess me, that I may obey my commandments. Xuan Ye, you never loved me at all. ”

A sentence is like an awl hitting the atrium, and it hurts so much that I can't speak for a long time.

"Isn't that love?" He sighed, "Rong Ruo, I really can't understand you. ”

After a long time, Xuan Ye said to Rong Ruo: "You go out, I want to be quiet." ”

The loneliness on Xuan Ye's face dripped into Rong Ruo's heart and turned into blood. He lowered his head to prevent Xuan Ye from seeing his expression, and knelt down and left. At the moment of turning, a tear fell.

For a year, Rong Ruo is still on an errand in Qianqingmen. It's good, even if you can't be together, at least you can see him every day. But Xuan Ye was always in a hurry, as if there was something that could never be dealt with, and every time he passed by him, he disdained to look at him.

He broke Xuan Ye's heart, and Xuan Ye no longer loved him.

He should be happy that his purpose has been achieved.

Looking at each other can't stay together, only he knows the suffering.

Obviously, he rejected Xuan Ye first, why was he so resentful when he knew that Xuan Ye no longer loved him.

Looking at Xuan Ye's back, Rong Ruo only felt a roar in his brain, as if he had been hit by thunder, and he could no longer suppress his feelings for Xuan Ye.

Thoughts come like a tidal wave, which makes people heartbroken. Those who are close at hand are far away from the end of the world.

On the evening of May 22, Rong Ruo invited his friends Gu Liangfen, Jiang Ximing and others to gather in the West Garden of Mingfu. There are two nocturnal trees in the West Garden, which are in summer, with lush foliage and fragrant winds.

In addition to drinking and writing poems, they also play games such as rolling dice and punishing alcohol. When the planning was staggered, Liang Fen pointed to the night flowers and said loudly: "Let's write poems with the theme of night flowers, who can't chant it, and will be fined three cups, how about it?" ”

The crowd quickly fell into thought.

Rong Ruo groaned slightly, and said: "The two nights in front of the stairs are closed, and the branches and leaves are covered with Huarong." Sparse and dense sunny and rainy, and the volume is obscure. ”

"Good poetry." Liang Fen said, "I also chant a ......"

"There is, I'll have a ......"

Everyone shows off their talents for fear of falling behind, so it's not lively. Rong Ruo faced the feasting crowd and smiled at the scene. The aroma of the night lingers around, reaching out for it.

On the willow tops on the moon, everyone was drunk, lying horizontally in front of the table, the poem could not be chanted again, and finally the mood was good.

The wine is full of feasts, people go to the empty hall, the garden is full of clear light, empty and melancholy. Desolation and sorrow are often followed by extreme prosperity.

Rong Ruo stood alone in the West Garden, alone and alone, accompanied only by two night trees. Suddenly, I saw a figure flickering under the tree, suspected to be an old man, but the shadow of the flower was gone.

On a spring day more than ten years ago, in Nanhaizi, I saw the heroic young man for the first time.

He was his dream.

On the same spring day, in the east chamber of the Ming Mansion, under the red candle, I saw a gentle woman like a flower for the first time, Lu Jingruo.

The past is in his eyes one by one, and he can't be allowed not to think nonsense.

If he hadn't met Xuan Ye in the paddock, where would he be now? If Xuan Ye gave up easily, where would he be? Maybe he will become a big official like his father to assist Xuan Ye, maybe he will become a soldier guarding the frontier to fight the world for him, maybe......

- Maybe there will not be the current thoughts and unforgettable pains.

He has nothing left, and Xuan Ye still wants him to stay by his side and endure the torment, refusing to even give him a chance to make a contribution - is it really to be so ruthless?

The cups and plates in front of him are messy, and the dice on the plate are red beans, and the lovesickness is in the bones. Rong Ruo took a sip of the residual wine, the wine was sad and cold.

"Picking Mulberries":

Now he was wrong at the time, and his heart was miserable. Red tears are secretly drooping, and the eyes are full of spring breeze!

He will no longer be able to have the dreams of his youth, and his life will quickly fade like a spring flower.

The next day, Rong Ruo's high fever did not go away, and his hot body did not sweat.

The subordinates of the Ming Mansion ran to decoct medicine for Gongzi's illness, and tried a lot of medicines, but it didn't work. Jue Luo was so anxious that he burst into tears and accompanied his son in front of the bed in the wing room. Mingzhu greeted the imperial doctor who came and left.

At this time, Xuan Ye was busy making preparations before the stopper.

Rong Ruo's friends came to see him and told him to be relieved and wait for his illness.

On the night of 29 May, friends who had come to visit the sick were turned away from the house. The little nobleman guarded the entrance of the West Garden of the Ming Mansion and did not allow anyone to step into the West Garden. Mingzhu and Jue Luo fidgeted in the lobby.

Xuan Ye took Rong Ruo's hand and helped him walk in the West Garden. Passing through the rockeries, coming to the front of the stream, the oncoming wind, sucking violently, the fragrance of flowers hits people, and the flesh and bones are soft.

"I want to take a break." Rong Ruo said to Xuan Ye.

"Okay." Xuan Ye helped Rong Ruo sit down.

"I'm tired, I want to lie down."

"Okay." Xuan Ye sat beside Rong Ruo and let him rest in the crook of his arm.

Rong Ruo looked at Xuan Ye's face, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?"

Rong Ruo said: "I like to look at you, and I am happy to look at you." Suddenly he became frightened, like a child who had done something wrong, "But I don't think I can see enough, never will, I am afraid I will never see you again." ”

"Don't be afraid." Xuan Ye stretched out his hand to soothe his eyebrows, "I will protect you for the rest of your life, no one can take you away from me, not God." ”

Rong Ruo had some difficulty in speaking, and intermittently chanted the poem "Night Flowers" composed yesterday: "The front of the stairs is double night together, and the branches and leaves are applied to Huarong...... Dense and sunny and rainy...... Juanshu ...... Because of obscurity...... Xuan Ye, what I said at the beginning was not my heart. The reason why I left you was because I didn't want you to be tongue-in-cheek. ”

"I know." Xuan Ye said, "In the past year, I have been busy with court affairs during the day, and buried in the blueprint for governing the country at night, and every second counts. I just want to prove to you that when he expands his territory and prospers my country, and when I am the only one in all races, no one dares to criticize my mistakes. I will do everything I have to become an emperor through the ages, set a precedent for a hundred generations, and rightfully own you. Thousands of merits and demerits, leave them for posterity to comment. ”

Rong Ruo choked up and was speechless, tears clouding his eyes. Xuan Ye gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Rong Ruo took his hand and shook his head: "Many things are not what you want. Xuan Ye, men and men can't love each other, this is a law since ancient times, and you and I are powerless to change it. ”

After a pause, he added: "I always want to make contributions, not because I am proud of my talents, but because you are the master of the world." Only with the same mind can we follow you. But if I want to be with you, I can't love you. If I want to love you, I have to leave you. Xuan Ye, I miss you so much! ”

Xuan Ye's chest rose and fell: "Rong Ruo, I don't know what to say about you?" Why do you always keep things in your heart, and you let me take care of it for you, okay? From now on, stop thinking nonsense, take care of your illness, and leave everything to me. ”

Rong Ruo raised his hand to touch Xuan Ye's face: "Xuan Ye, you think too simply. Give a dog a bad name and hang him! I don't want my Xuan Ye to leave a flaw in history. ”

"I don't care what people say, I only care what you think. Now that I know, you love me, that's enough. ”

Rong Ruo sobbed in Xuan Ye's arms, crying silently.

- "If there is an afterlife, I would rather be a daughter, and I just ask for the will of heaven not to make people again." ”

This is Rong Ruo's last sentence, and it is too late to say goodbye.

The night flowers fall in the wind, and the white petals are sprinkled into the air as a final sacrifice.

Fleeting, thin life......

The sky and the earth are vast, the sky is full of flowers, and people are in the midst of it, and their bodies are like ants. Xuan Ye was overwhelmed with grief and sat all night holding Rong Ruo's stiff body.

"Your Majesty, are you still going to the outside of the Saiwai?"

"Go."

When it turns out that all the efforts are just a ridiculous mistake, there is no reason to stop trying.

It is said that the will of heaven makes people, but he believes that people can overcome the sky. As long as you work hard, there is nothing that cannot be achieved, and now I find that there are still many things that no one can do.

In 1686, the Qing army surrounded Yaksa, and the Russian army ran out of ammunition and food. In 89, the Sino-Russian Treaty of Nebuchu was signed.

Beginning in 1690, Kangxi made three expeditions to Geerdan, implemented the Mongolian flag system in Inner and Outer Mongolia, and stationed generals and counselors in Kobdo, Uriya Sutai and other places, strengthening the rule of the northern frontier.

In 1717, the Qing court sent troops to Tibet and defeated the Junggar army.

The afterglow of the setting sun was cast into the Qianqing Gate, Xuan Ye sat on the dragon seat, and there was no one in the hall. The huge dry door is empty and echoable. The Qing Dynasty that stretches for thousands of miles is his, but what he wants is only one person.

He is a wise monarch through the ages and has made outstanding achievements.

He was a genius lyricist with excellent poetry.

That's all that's left in the annals of history, and nothing else.

The day after Rong Ruo died of illness, the Ming Mansion once sent a letter to Gu Liangfen, which was a song by Rong Ruofu when he sent Yan Zheng Sun Nan back.

How can life not be acquainted, Jun Lao Jiangnan and I Yanbei.

If you don't meet each other, you can't hate your heart.

I can't help but feel bitter in my heart, and Hengmen Li sings tears like rain.

Junxing April grass is green, willow flowers and peach blossoms are half muddy.

The river is vast and the river and the moon are falling, and you should also think about me at this time.

I have done nothing now, and I have achieved nothing.

——A few years later, on the shore of Shicha Sea, the white-haired Gu Liangfen raised his eyes and looked out.

The mountains contain smoke, the willows support the water, the wind moves the clouds, and the scenery is picturesque. In response to the situation, the old man burst into tears. He thought of the poem, and the passage that followed it.

"There is never a shortage of confidants in the world who understand my poetry because of their similar experiences, but Xuan Ye has no one to replace in my heart. He rarely reads my poetry, but he is the one who listens to me. It's a pity that people have their own ambitions and different hearts. Xuan Ye and I have come to this point today because we don't know each other because we love each other. ”