Because of the hot weather, there was not a breath of wind in the afternoon, and the entire Forbidden City was suffocating and silent.
The golden glazed tiles on the red palace wall reflected the sun, making it dazzling and making people feel even hotter.
The faint sound of the cicada sounded again.
The sound made people feel drowsy, but they couldn't sleep.
After drinking most of the pot of hot tea on the table, Li Dequan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The little eunuch hurriedly poured him another bowl of herbal tea.
He then took a sip when suddenly a little eunuch ran in sweating profusely. , and made a hasty greeting: "Li Shuda."
Li Dequan put down his tea bowl: "It's really useless to be in a panic.
If you have anything to do, please tell me slowly."
The little eunuch swallowed, but there was still a hint of panic in his tone: "Shuida, the eighth master is here."
This sentence broke the rules again.
The eunuch and the maid accidentally called the young brother "Master".
The emperor never saw the prince's arrogance, but he just didn't like it.
But in front of him, Li Dequan didn't care about this.
He only asked in surprise: "Who is following Brother Eighth?"
The little eunuch said: "No one is following, he came alone."
Li Dequan couldn't help but pause: "Nonsense!"
As soon as he said "nonsense", he was afraid that people would misunderstand him as saying that Eighth Age was fooling around, so he quickly added: "None of them followed, and they were not afraid of losing their heads."
He hurriedly asked: "Where are Eighth Age's people?"
The little eunuch said with difficulty: "It's just outside."
Li Dequan hurriedly walked out.
Although there was some shade in the corridor, the afternoon sun was so close that he felt the heat was overwhelming.
It rushed over his body, covering his 36,000 pores and making it seem like he couldn't breathe.
Not to mention how uncomfortable it is.
He calmed down and saw a young man wearing a gauze moon robe standing in front of the vermilion pillar in the corridor.
Although he was not tall, he had delicate eyebrows.
The bright yellow silk belt around his waist revealed his identity as the prince.
He was none other than the eighth prince Yinsu. .
Li Dequan asked Xia An to go, hugged his waist, and said in a low voice: "My young master, why are you here alone?"
He lowered his voice and asked: "Where is Zhang Guilin who is following my brother?"
Zhang Guilin was the eunuch in charge of Yinhu.
Yinhu said: "Zhang Shuda doesn't know that I'm coming here."
Li Dequan said in a low voice: "Then I'll send someone to send my brother back quickly.
If I'm too late, I'll benefit the Lord's womb."
The people here are not in a hurry to die, but they are already shaking things up by talking."
Yinsu looked at Li Dequan with a pair of clear black eyes, and said calmly: "I'm here to see the emperor.
If I can't see the emperor today, I won't go back."
Li Dequan felt deceived for some reason, but the eyes of a nine-year-old child had an unquestionable determination and perseverance.
The stern look on her delicate and fair face made people suddenly afraid to look at her.
Li Dequan only said: "The emperor is taking a nap right now.
He wants to see the cabinet ministers when he gets up.
Brother Eight, please go back quickly.
Later, Long live the Lord will get up and see him.
He knows that my brother is here, so he will not be punished."
Yinhu just shook his head: "I have to see Emperor Ama."
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Li Dequan said: "It's useless for the Eighth Prince to embarrass the slave.
Even though I am young, I know that the slave will never dare to break the rules.
The Eighth Prince At this time, if you obey me and go back, you will feel sorry for me."
As he was talking, he suddenly heard a squeak.
The eunuch in Shang Qui came out and opened the palace doors.
Li Dequan saw it and knew that the emperor was awake.
He was about to ask someone to take Yinhu away, but Yinhu had already shouted: "Huang Ama" "His voice became clearer and crisper.
Li Dequan turned pale with fright.
The emperor had heard it and asked: "Who is it?"
Yinsu broke away from Li Dequan's hand and ran to the palace.
Li Dequan hurriedly followed him in.
The emperor came out of his bed, wearing a bright yellow gauze robe.
The eunuch followed behind, gently brushing the corners of the robe for him.
When he saw Yinsu, he was just startled.
Yinhu had already knelt down: "My son, please pay your respects to Emperor Ama."
The emperor asked: "Why are you here?"
Yinhu said: "My son has come to ask the emperor for something."
The emperor yelled, "Get up and talk first."
He asked, "Where are the people following the eighth prince?"
Li Dequan felt like he was sweating profusely and said, "You deserve to die, my slave.
The eighth prince came alone."
Yinsu knelt there motionless and said, "It was my son who chased them away and ran out alone.
If Huang Ama is angry, please punish his son.
If one person does something, everyone will be responsible.
The son will not harm others."
The emperor was angry and funny, and only said: "You are really ambitious.
You are a bunch of useless slaves.
You have to send away a dozen of them."
Yinsu was not afraid, and said eloquently: "My son sent them to look for crickets in the garden.
He sent out two people first, then asked two people to go, and then sent two more people to look for the four people.
Mother Zhou was left.
Grandma and Zhang Shuda were in front of them, and her son pretended that he wanted to eat an ice bowl.
Mother Zhou was afraid that her son would be greedy for cold and hurt his stomach, so she took the fruit and just poured it into the well water.
Then she asked Zhang Shuda to pour tea, and her son left. come out."
A slight smile appeared on the emperor's face: "To attack the east and to the west, to lure the tiger away from the mountain, although it is an ignorant and naughty child's play, it must not be done next time."
He turned to Li Dequan and said: "Send someone to send the eighth prince back, and give Zhang Guilin a good warning.
Exit If something like this happens again, those useless slaves will be sent to the service room for disposal."
Li Dequan groaned, but Yinsu said: "My son still has something to ask Emperor Ama."
The emperor said: "Get up first and then talk."
Yinzhu looked calm on his face, but he only said: "If Huang Ama doesn't agree to his son's request, his son won't get up."
This was obviously meant to be coercive.
Li Dequan was so frightened that he winked at Yinhu repeatedly, but he just ignored him.
Sure enough, the emperor was vaguely hesitant, but his face was still calm, and he asked: "What's the matter with you?"
But Yinhu kowtowed and said: "My son, please ask the emperor to see his forehead." mother."
Li Dequan thought about it for a long time, but what he was afraid of was this sentence.
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He didn't expect that Yinhu would say what he was afraid of.
For a moment, I could only clearly feel a line of sweat winding down the back of my neck, but I didn't dare to breathe out.
I peeked at the emperor's face.
Although I couldn't see any clues, I was just trembling in my heart.
Sure enough, the emperor just said calmly: "Your mother-in-law is not sitting quietly in the palace, sleeping in the morning and dusk, and being seen every day, so why do you need to beg me?"
Yinzhu's eyes were as clear as water: "What my son wants to see is his biological mother-in-law."
The emperor didn't speak for a long time, just looking at Yinsu in front of him.
Although the eyebrows are very similar to his own, the vague outline of the outline is enough to stir up the most uncontrollable panic.
I thought that the scab that was buried in the ice had been cured for a long time, long enough to be forgotten, but unexpectedly it turned out under the blue sky and daylight, and it actually corroded to a deeper and more painful level.
It was clear that it had never healed at all, but was scabbed on the surface.
The bottom has been deep-rooted for a long time, and once touched, it will become a hopeless ulcer.
Li Dequan saw that the emperor's face was as usual, and he listened carefully to the sound of his breathing, which gradually became lighter and lighter and mixed with a hint of imperceptible disorder.
If he hadn't served the emperor for many years, he would never have been able to distinguish this subtle difference.
I know that the emperor's temperament is extremely controlled and calm, he is not frightened in chaos, and he is good at taking advantage of changes.
It is rare to see Lei Lei become angry, but Yinhu committed a big taboo.
Just when Li Dequan was worried, the eunuch from the internal affairs office happened to bring in the yellow box.
The emperor opened the front line battle report and scanned it briefly.
Seeing his solemn expression, Li Dequan guessed that the news must not be good.
Who knew that Prince Yu Fuquan and the emperor's eldest son Yinti had different opinions in the army, and the army suffered a defeat at the hands of Galdan.
Li Dequan had the courage to say: "Your Majesty, I sent someone to send Brother Eighth back."
Seeing the emperor nod slightly, he went to help Yinsi up.
However, although Yinsi was young, his temper was not easy to change, so he put his hand He threw it away and said without thinking: "Your Majesty, "Ma, my son's mother-in-law is from a humble background.
The Emperor Ama despises it, but my son cannot despise it."
Before he could finish his words, there was only a "pop" sound, and the emperor smashed the fold in his hand to the ground.
The best Bai Xuan was as soft as silk, and he choked.
It fluttered and scattered like a dead white snake.
Li Dequan saw him raising his hands high, and was so frightened that he rushed forward and hugged the emperor's legs: "Long live my Lord, my eighth brother is just a child, and he doesn't know the importance of what he says.
Long live my Lord, he handed him over to the masters in the study to take care of him."
It's your fault.
You deserve to be punished for being so angry in such a hot day.
Don't get so angry."
I just think it's the emperor's fault.
His body was trembling slightly, and Yinsu finally seemed to be a little afraid, and cried out with a "Wow": "My son deserves to die, if I make Amma angry."
He choked with sobs and held the corner of the emperor's robe: "My son is I heard that E Niang was seriously ill, so I thought I could ask for permission to go and have a look.
The emperor didn’t allow his son to go, so that’s all.”
The emperor's hand slowly dropped, and only Yinsu's gentle sobs could be heard in the palace.
After a long time, the emperor said to Li Dequan: "Send someone to send the eighth prince to see his mother-in-law."
Li Dequan agreed, and Yinhu kowtowed: "Thank you, Emperor Ama."
Fang stood up and followed Li Dequan and slowly retreated.
Suddenly he heard the emperor say: "Wait a minute."
He stood with his hands lowered.
The emperor just stared at him for a moment, and then said warmly: "Wash your face before you go."
Li Dequan hurriedly took Yinhu out to wash in the side hall, and sent two eunuchs to take care of him.
After being sent to Xiliu Institute, he came back and waited on the emperor to go to the study to summon the ministers who had made the report.
By the time I returned to the Qianqing Palace from the study, it was already dusk, and candles were being lit in each palace.
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The little eunuchs lit the giant candles on the red gold nine-dragon-wrapped candlesticks on both sides of the imperial case one by one, and the palace gradually became brighter.
When the emperor was reviewing the memorial, there was originally a young eunuch serving cinnabar, but on this day Li Dequan personally mixed an inkstone of cinnabar to replace the used one.
Seeing that the emperor had licked the purple hair imperial brush to his full, but looked at himself for a moment, he whispered: "How about I go and take a look."
Such a meaningless sentence, but the emperor understood what he meant, but he just kept silent, pondered for a moment, approved a few words after the fold, put down the pen, and reached out to take the tea bowl handed by the palace maid.
Li Dequan secretly caught a glimpse of the words "got it" and felt a little relieved before retreating quietly.
He told the other eunuch in charge, Zhang Sande, "I have to go out on errands.
Please serve the master well."
Zhang Sande didn't know the clue, so he just smiled and said: "Don't worry, brother."
A flower exploded from the wick, suddenly bright and then dimmed.
The little eunuch hurriedly took a copper plectrum to polish it.
The emperor felt his eyes were astringent.
The maid behind him was fanning gently, but the wind was hot, making people vaguely impetuous.
Pushing the fold away, he called: "Li Dequan."
But it was Zhang Sande who agreed to come in.
The emperor then remembered that Li Dequan had just gone out and had not come back yet.
Thinking of this, he felt that the palace was getting more and more stuffy and suffocating.
The tuanfu gauze robe on her body was already as thin as a cicada's wings, but now she was sweating, making it uncomfortable and sticky.
When Zhang Sande asked, "What do you want, Long Live the Lord?"
he said, "Go and make a bowl of tea.
I want something strong."
Zhang Sande agreed and stepped back.
He read a few more booklets, but the tea was still not served.
He raised his head and was about to ask, but saw someone outside the palace door holding a tea tray.
It was a plainly dressed palace maid who walked in gracefully.
As she got closer, a ray of cool breeze happened to blow, causing her green sleeves to flutter gently.
Her body was as light as a lotus growing with each step.
The wind blew in in waves, but there was a faint fragrance in the wind, carrying a faint scent of tea.
The purple hair of a tortoiseshell pipe in his hand fell down unconsciously.
She walked up to the imperial case, bent her knees and saluted: "Your Majesty, may you be blessed with peace and prosperity."
When the concubine saw Jia Xiangluo, she just looked at him with awe.
She had not seen the saint for a long time, so she knelt down according to the rules.
When he didn't scream, she had no choice but to kneel there, and her heart became quiet.
It seemed like he had been kneeling for a long time, and it was like he was in a trance.
He came back to his senses and said, "I don't mean you are sick when you get up."
Summer clothes are thin, the hem of the robe is very small, and the shoes with flower pot bottoms make it difficult to stand up easily when you kneel down.
She thanked him, feeling hesitant, and she was holding a tea tray in her hand.
He also remembered that he could have asked the palace maid behind him to help him, but unknowingly he stood up and stretched out his hand.
The hand was as gentle and soft as in his memory.
It was soft and soft when he held it in his hand, but he had to let go.
She whispered He said: "I'm just a little impatient.
Long live the Lord sent Eighth Prince to come and see me, and I feel much better."
She loved the child so much that when he took it from her arms with his own hands, she could not argue, argue, be sad, mourn, or even shed tears, and she had to give thanks.
That was the last time I saw her, and I never saw her again, except for the occasion of pilgrimage.
There were so many concubines, all bowing in sequence, and he never paid attention among the flowers, but there was always something unavoidable and unprepared.
In his dreams, those eyes were always astonishing, as sad as stagnant water.
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There was a faint thunder rolling outside the hall, maybe it was going to rain, and a gust of wind blew into the hall, causing the folds on the case to rattle softly.
She instinctively put down the tea tray and stretched out her hand to press it.
The sleeves gently brushed his front, and the fragrance lingered in the sleeves.
The familiar and indifferent fragrance reminded people of her many years ago, when she stood at the imperial table.
In front of him, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to press the fold that was blown by the wind, but he didn't expect the tea to turn over in his sleeve and splash all over his lapel.
Her face turned pale with fright, and she only asked: "Is it burnt, Lord Long Live?"
But she herself had burned her hand, and could not work for a few days, and suddenly felt empty on her side.
From then on, she knew it, but felt lost.
Ten years passed by, and the time passed by like this.
No matter how well we hid it, no matter how deeply we hid it, no matter how hard we endured, even if we met, we would not recognize each other, our face would be covered with dust, and our temples would be like frost.
Only he knows that he has never forgotten, cannot forget, and will never forget.
Along the way, so many others were just shadows, but she was the mark that was branded on my heart.
The pain was unbearable, so I never wanted to touch it again.
He had forgotten her for ten years, or rather, he had forgotten her for ten years, and had been hopeless for ten years, but she still stood in front of him.
She gently arranged the memorial and put the pen back on the pen mountain skillfully.
The cinnabar in the inkstone was as bright as blood.
She suddenly recalled that she was taught to write when she used it.
On the Luhuang rice paper, stroke by stroke, her cheeks were as red as cinnabar, even the roots of her ears were as red as a child, and her expression was as serious as a young child.
Xuan Ye folded her hand point by point, folding it again and again.
His hand held her hand, he hesitated and paused, and her voice was soft and low: "The slave deceives the king and ignores the superior."
It turned out that she actually wrote Got a hairpin with flowers in regular script.
How much she hid, how much she hid, and she was not willing to let go.
She wrote as punishment, "During the day, the leakage is rare and the purple road is long.
The drizzle passes through Nanzhuang.
The autumn flowers in Yunfei Imperial Garden are wet, and the wind blows to the red gate.
The wild grass is fragrant.
The jade chariot is far away in Linping.
The sky is wide, and the feather flags are near and far away from the forest.
When the weather is clear, we will be surrounded by cloth, so that we can take advantage of the coolness to jump up and down."
She actually wrote a new imperial poem to answer the call.
She is so witty and charming, and her handwriting is so graceful and graceful.
Her skills must be based on Mrs.
Lin Guowei's ancient name Ji Tie. , after visiting Mrs.
Zhao’s Plum Blossom Ode He picked up a pen and wrote on the back: "Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang."
With just this sentence, her expression changed slightly.
She didn't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but she had a clear mind.
As smart as she is, she knows what he really wants to write, so she warms him with wine and warms him in the next seat.
He lowered his head under the bright candlelight.
He only thought it was joy, but it turned out that he was wrong, wrong from beginning to end.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent.
Snow was falling outside the window, and the kang brazier in the Nuang Pavilion was warming up the whole room.
He smiled and said: "I am more blessed than Yishan.
At least I don't have to be an official since I was young."
But it turned out that he was wrong, from beginning to end.
Wrong In his drunken state, he held onto someone else's hand and said, "I came all the way to find her, just thinking she was you."
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Just this sentence made a strong person like Concubine De Yi burst into tears and weep for eternity.
He turned over and fell asleep.
Only he knew that all along the way, he thought everyone else was her.
It's just her, it's been her for ten years, and in this life, it's just her.
In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's land, and on the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers.
Ninety-five supreme beings, the emperor will live forever, within the four seas, for thousands of years.
But there was only one thing that she wished for, couldn't get, and couldn't forget.
In these ten years, he could only ask one question: "Why are you here?"
She said: "Li Shuda went to see the slave."
Tuwu was still the old name, respectful and docile when she was a palace maid.
The answer was not what he asked, but he suddenly didn't want to think about it.
Even if Li Dequan asked her to come, she was here after all.
He reached out and took her into his arms, and she leaned obediently on his chest, where there was the most unquenchable desire.
Li Dequan flashed far away from the door and winked at the people in the hall.
The palace maids and eunuchs all retreated.
There was lightning and thunder outside the palace, and the roaring thunder rolled by.
The wind made the windows snap.
Li Dequan hung up the wind hook on the window, exited the palace, and closed the palace door.
It's raining.
The heavy rain is like a pillar, rushing straight down from the sky, like thousands of ropes lashing the earth.
There was just the sound of water all around, and countless streams of water splashed down the tiles.
The cool and fragrant water vapor filled the air, dissipating the heat invisibly.
The extra chapter is over.
Don’t ask me about the joys and sorrows of ten years ago, because I don’t know either.
Another source of information: provided by yyy netizens and written by Yang Zhen, director of the Qing History Research Office of the Institute of History of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, about the Kangxi Emperor's family, about the good concubine who was "beautiful and crowned the most favored in the palace, and was extremely favored" and whose "body had a strange fragrance, and she was washed away If you don't go" even "the tears and saliva are still fragrant" Although there is no historical record, it reflects that she was indeed a beautiful and outstanding woman.
It’s not that I like to write about beautiful women, it’s just a coincidence that I met the prototype of a beautiful woman
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