Great Zhou Palace.

Just after Chinese New Year's Eve, the palace is filled with a festive atmosphere, and the lanterns of each palace are hung up one after another, ready to welcome the upcoming Lantern Festival.

The harem is a deserted palace room, and the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, burying the original path.

There were two holly trees planted next to the stone steps of the temple gate, and the snow was piled on the branches, making the holly branches more and more green and vigorous.

Under the eaves hung two red crepe palace lamps, but they were already dilapidated.

The palace room was quiet, and the young man who looked no more than six or seven years old, wearing a half-worn robe, knelt on the edge of the bed, holding the hand of the woman on the bed tightly, and his little face was full of tears.

The woman's face was beautiful but pale, her eyes were closed, and her chest did not rise or fall at all.

"Mother...... Mother, wake up......"

The little boy cried and called his mother, and his voice was sad.

A maid hurriedly came in, lifted him up from the ground, wiped his robe, and whispered: "The slave maid has just gone to Kunning Palace and told the queen that the mother had left." Wait for the queen to send someone over to collect the corpse, Your Royal Highness doesn't want to cry and cry, let alone call her mother in front of outsiders, you can only call the mother, remember? ”

The little boy choked up, crying and his little face flushed: "Just because the palace Chinese New Year's Eve has a banquet, my mother is gone, and it will be delayed until today to report to the queen's mother...... Just because of that bullshit rule, I can't even call a 'mother'? ”

The maid was bitter, but speechless.

"Auntie, I hate this palace!"

The little boy hugged the maid's waist and cried even harder.

The maid squatted down in front of him, pointed to the holly tree outside the window, and coaxed him softly: "When Niangniang is alive, she wants Her Royal Highness to be as strong as Holly, not afraid of the cold, and stand proudly in the snow." His Royal Highness is already a man, but here he is crying cowardly, and the mother knows that she will be angry......"

The little boy looked at the turquoise holly tree, raised his sleeve to wipe his tears, but the circles under his eyes became more and more red.

Soon it was the Lantern Festival, and the palace was full of lights.

The little boy mixed in with the nobles, picked up a few lanterns that others did not want and held them in his arms, thinking of taking them back to decorate the palace where his mother lived.

He was born thin, and the nobles who entered the palace were all watching people's dishes, knowing that he was the unfavored sixth prince, so several nobles teamed up and bullied him in different ways, and in the end, they even snatched the lanterns he picked up.

At that time, Xiaoqian was timid and afraid of things, and was bullied, so he would only hide in a dark place and cry alone.

He shrank in the corner and saw his Fifth Emperor Brother in a snow-white brocade robe, being hugged by people, the lanterns sprinkled on his face, he looked delicate with his eyebrows and eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips was confident and proud.

He shrank down, looked down at his half-worn cotton robe, and felt that he was living like a dog in this palace.

In the middle of the night, he walked back sadly, but saw that in the light and shadow of the lanterns not far away, I don't know who left a pot of flowers.

It is a pot of peonies, probably raised in a greenhouse, and although it is not in full bloom, it still bears buds.

Seeing that there was no one around, he hurriedly picked up the pot of peonies and ran back to the ruined palace like a thief.

There was no greenhouse in the palace, so he went outside to pick up charcoal that people didn't want and came back, and burned the dormitory warm.

But in a few days, the peony buds actually bloomed.

The maid who served him was quite surprised, and said with a smile: "I have only heard that plum blossoms bloom on a snowy day, but I didn't expect this peony to bloom in winter." ”

Xiao Qianji's eyes burned, and she suddenly said amazingly: "Auntie, I don't want to be a holly tree." Holly and plum blossoms, which are originally hardy plants, naturally grow well in snowy weather. ”

The maid touched his head and quipped, "What does Your Highness want to do?" ”

"I'm going to make this peony! Everyone says that peonies bloom in May, but I prefer to bloom in winter! What is the cold and what is the north wind, I will bloom in winter! What belongs to me, what doesn't belong to me, I want it! ”

His eyes were steadfast and sparkling like never before.

The maid's heart was shocked, and for the first time, she felt that her little highness seemed to be different from the cowardly boy before.

Later, when he reached the age of going to Taixue, Xiao Qianji studied hard, only hoping that the man in the bright yellow dragon robe would take a look at him more.

But no.

There is a lot of cruelty and unfairness in this world, and not all efforts can be exchanged for equivalent rewards.

Many things are predestined from the moment a person is born.

On that day, my father came to visit them in the Tai Academy, and randomly drew a few questions to test their princes, and the second and fifth emperor brothers were not able to answer because they were greedy for fun.

He excitedly raised his little hand and replied to his father's torture in a gushing voice.

He answered correctly, but did not receive the expected compliment.

He will always remember that day, his father's smiling eyes and mean words:

"So showy, why don't you go to the stage and sing? Didn't you see that your royal brothers couldn't answer? What do you want to fight with your royal brother? ”

Counting about the basin of cold water poured on the head of the head on the ninth cold day, it is not as chilling as this, right?

He didn't want to work hard anymore.

He mingled with the eunuchs all day long, stealing chickens and dogs, and doing nonsense.

Within a few years, he was sent to Luoyang by his father.

He is actually quite happy, I heard that the peony in Luoyang is the most famous, from childhood to adulthood, his favorite is peony.

Later, he returned to Hokyung on the Halloween Festival of that year and met the girl he loved most in his life.

Upstairs in Yunxiang, the girl was dressed in red makeup, beautiful like a flame, dazzling, as if she could burn all the darkness in the world.

At a glance, he firmly remembered the girl named Shen Miaoyan.

Later, his confession was rejected, and he learned that she already had a sweetheart.

But he was like a moth in the dark night, attracted by the flames, and threw himself into it, without hesitation.

I want to see her smile at him, I want to hear her call his cousin softly and glutinously, I want to take her to see the peony fields in Luoyang, and I want to hold all his treasures in front of her.

He finally rebelled, with a desperate determination, thinking that even if the chance to reach the top of that position was only lost, he wanted to give it a try for her.

Perhaps, he wants her to see, his father to see, and everyone to see that he is a gentleman, and he is not a waste who can only steal chickens and dogs and drink flower wine.

He was a moth in the night, throwing himself into the flames, but not for the light of the flames.

Instead, he wants to burn his wings and let everyone see that he, a bastard boy, can also shine his own light.

He is no longer a cowardly fool who hid in the dark and cried during the Lantern Festival.

He used his life to prove himself to her.

He thought that the most beautiful moment in his life was about May of that year, when he took his beloved girl to the peony flower field, watched the sunset and sunset, saw flocks of butterflies, and couldn't see the bewitching peonies in sight.

And how lucky he was to die in his best days.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless.

This year's flowers are better than last year's red.

It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with?

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