Original Tanmei Short Stories Collection

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(One)

There is a unique skill in the world called disguise. It needs a piece of skin, which needs to be made for 49 days and soaked in water for 36 days before it can be used.

Apply makeup on skin, then cover face.

There are thousands of appearances, bewitching thousands of people, and fate has changed.

(two)

Tiangang 30 years.This year, I was just 25 years old when I entered the palace.I put my hands in my sleeves, and my nose was red from the cold, so I couldn't smell the smell around me. I stood in front of the door, waiting for my future fate.

The winter inside the palace seems to be colder than outside the palace, that kind of bone-chilling cold.

I kept breathing, shivering from the cold.But I still straightened my back and waited for the transmission. The one I want to see in a while is the current emperor.

I walked in with the eunuchs, and immediately knelt down and bowed down. I buried my head so low that I didn't even see the emperor's face clearly.

In several corners of the main hall, there are furnaces, and the smoke from the furnace is curling up, which seems to be much warmer than outside.

"Go down." The voice was indescribably cold and majestic.

"Looked up."

A pair of dragon boots appeared in front of my eyes, and I slowly raised my head. The emperor was very old, probably 40 years old, his temples were silvery white, and the twelve-color beads on the crown were swinging back and forth in front of the emperor's eyes.

"what's your name?"

"The grass people's name is Qi Rui."

After finishing speaking, I wanted to worship again, and the emperor hurried over to help me up.

Emperor Yongcheng was only ten years old when he came to the throne, and he was assisted by the regent. Emperor Yongcheng took back all the military power of the regent when he was young and promising. Now Emperor Yongcheng is 40 years old.

I stared blankly at those eyes, which were full of nostalgia, obsession, longing, and there seemed to be more complicated emotions.At the moment those eyes are looking at me, but they don't seem to be looking at me anymore.

One of his hands was slowly placed on my shoulder, and his other hand was wrapped around, as if to hug me.

His hands trembled slightly, like his heart.

(three)

The young man in Huayi, Yu Guan, said with his hair tied up, "Can you look like Mr. Chang?"

"How many layers do you want?"

Gong Ziyu held the fan in his hand and shook it lightly: "The body is like three layers, and the face is like seven layers."

The person on the side said: "What Your Highness said is that it is good to have a face that looks like seven layers."

I stopped and listened to my own voice and said, "Ten layers. It's just a piece of human skin."

A piece of □□ needs to be made for 49 days, soaked in water for 36 days before it can be used. The makeup on the skin is just a piece of human skin, so there is no difficulty in confusing people's figure as long as the skin looks good.

Mr. Huayi said: "If it succeeds, I need to invite you to the palace, and I will thank you once it is done."

I nodded, waved my sleeves and turned into the room.

The summer sun is warm, hot and dry, but it is winter again in a blink of an eye.

(four)

He sat there quietly, and the prince stood aside. There was a table in front of him. There was a book on the table. The book looked old, and the paper had faded. According to the cleaning father-in-law, there was a leaf in the book. .The leaf seemed to be given by the emperor's uncle.

The crown prince was not born to Emperor Yongcheng, but was adopted from the vassal. Emperor Yongcheng had no harem and no queen, the people said, retribution.Emperor Yongcheng ascended the throne at the age of ten, all with the help of King Pingxian. During Emperor Yongcheng, King Pingxian died suddenly.At that time, the situation in the army was uneasy, and many people loved King Pingxian. King Pingxian made great achievements and loved the people.His lieutenant general is ready to move again, the current emperor is young, the rebellion is just around the corner, and the situation between the DPRK and China is becoming more and more out of control.That year, King Pingxian handed over all his military power, but died suddenly.In the second year, the young emperor showed his sharpness and beheaded those lieutenants and generals, filling the army with the emperor's power and eyes.Those who belonged to King Pingxian had already been uprooted and dealt with cleanly.

At that time, there was a strange legend in the palace that King Pingxian was poisoned to death. He died in the palace, in the emperor's bedroom.

At that time, the concubines sent to the emperor's palace every year either went crazy or disappeared for no reason.

Gradually, Emperor Yongcheng no longer took concubines. After all, King Pingxian raised Emperor Yongcheng from a young age.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees are whirling, the leaves are glowing with a pale yellow shimmer, and occasionally the sun shines in.

Today, Emperor Yongcheng's temples are already gray, and the corners of his eyes are wrinkled.But he still looks so majestic and majestic, with a tall and straight waist.

I stood aside with a low eyebrow, until Emperor Yongcheng came and took my hand and said, sit down.

I hesitated, deliberately dawdling there.The prince over there gave me a wink, so I really had to sit down.

He took my hand, smiled softly, and still looked at me like he was looking at another person.

He smiled and asked again, your name is Qi Rui?

I lowered my head and murmured softly: Yes, Your Majesty.

Emperor Yongcheng's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, but there was a trace of loneliness: "Rui, auspicious is a good word."

I said, "Your Majesty is right."

"Yongding." He pulled me up, "My name is Yongding." I didn't dare to look at him, and my eyes fell on the painting on the wall, and I couldn't help being slightly startled.

I looked at the prince, and the prince nodded silently to me. The portrait on the opposite wall is nine points like mine, and the remaining one point is the lonely affection, which I can never learn. Can't learn.

In this way, I spent more and more time in the palace, and the obsession in Emperor Yongcheng's eyes became more and more serious.He simply decreed to keep me in this big palace.

Under the big green tree, a white dress flutters in the wind, and the wind blows his robe, floating lightly. The young man looks at the leaves on the tree, feeling sad and lonely.

I stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the painting, I touched the disguise on my face, I still couldn't learn that expression and eyes.

How can King Pingxian's nurturing feelings be easily forgotten, after all his portrait is still placed in Emperor Yongcheng's bedroom, hanging so clearly.

He sat by the bed and beckoned me over, I paced away, stood opposite him, he came to hold my hand again, and motioned me to sit next to him, the touch from his fingertips made me startled, faintly The temperature seemed to draw a circle in my heart, causing a slight ripple.He doesn't seem to be a person who loves to laugh. It seems that his expression is stiff because of not smiling all the year round, but now he is trying to smile.

"Are you still used to it?"

I nodded.

"If you're not used to it, you can tell me." He was affectionate and gentle, and the gentleness of bowing his head seemed to have moved me.

I looked at the portrait, the people in the painting didn't look at us, they seemed to only look at the tree forever.

I helped Emperor Yongcheng undress, helped him take off his shoes, helped him to bed, and quietly went to bed myself, sleeping next to him like so many nights before.

The night in the twelfth lunar month was a bit colder, and the stove didn't seem to work very well. He hugged me from behind, and my body went from being stiff to relaxing, and I slowly leaned towards him.

I could feel his breathing, the warm scratching of my ears, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, with a slight smile on his lips.

"uncle."

I was slightly taken aback, not really listening.

"Yunfan."

This sound is very clear, green and unfamiliar, as if I have never called it that way before, but I want to call it so much, my heart trembled slightly.

I thought of the sour orange I ate this summer, the sourness was still as sour as I remembered, but this time the sourness was not in the tongue, but from the throat to the heart.

Some people are willing to recall, but some people are directly locked in that memory, and may never get out of it.

That night he hugged me tightly and called me over and over again, sometimes as Uncle, sometimes as Yunfan.I held his hand tightly, feeling his sadness.As if I could feel his grief, I thought of that painting, but in fact that person will never be able to look at us.

(Fives)

On the first day of the first lunar month, the emperor was no exception when eating dumplings, but of course no one dared to put copper coins in the stuffing.

It is snowy outside, the sky is full of snow, the window is as white as clouds, and paper-cut window grilles are pasted everywhere. Occasionally, the snow on the trees breaks off the branches and makes a "squeaky" sound.

I took the jade comb and combed the emperor's hair gently from top to bottom, one stroke after another.

His hair is very slippery, black like a dark night, mixed with many silver threads, it is difficult to get knotted, easy to comb to the end, occasionally there are self-broken silver threads, I quietly pick them up and put them in my hair Hide it in your sleeve.

Yongding said that before, he would often tie hairs for me.

he?I raised my eyes, tied up Yongding's hair, and tied it with a hair salon.

I looked at the emperor in the bronze mirror, with a vicissitudes of expression, and two lines of tears fell.

I suddenly remembered a sentence.

Blossoms can be folded straight to be folded, don't wait for no flowers to be empty and fold branches.

A few days later, the weather seemed to be colder than before.Yongding barely left his bedroom, but he still couldn't stand the cold.

The imperial doctor came and prescribed several prescriptions. The emperor seldom went out, his constitution was weak, and the wind and cold caused him headaches.After a while, it may also cause nasal congestion.

I took over the stove from the waiter, leaving me alone in Yongding, and everyone else retreated.

His nose was red from the cold, and he would occasionally sigh while coughing.

"I'm old, maybe time is running out."

I hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, it's just the wind and cold, don't think too much."

A few strands of his hair fell down, glowing with silver light, and I found that he seemed really old, even older than when I first met.My eyes fell on the painting on the wall again.

Yongding smiled and said, "His name is Yunfan."

"You two look like seven points." It seemed that it took a long time before he said.

There was a pain in my heart, and I only had seven points.

I forced a smile and said, "The emperor must miss him very much."

Yongding was silent, and he was a little dazed, as if no one would ever ask him this question.

I threw a stone into the pool of water in my heart, and the dangling one seemed to never sink.

I chuckled lightly: "The white clothes are like snow, and the robes are elegant, he is really a person who is like a banished fairy..."

Before I finished speaking, he interrupted, his voice was ethereal, as if it came from afar: "I only regret that I didn't know jade back then, jade has already turned into stone, and it's too late to regret..."

It seems that I have always been an outsider. I don't understand their stories, and I have never participated in them. It's a pity that I am not the same age as you, and we have experienced ups and downs together...

Yongding said: "But he is gone, and Zhang Yan is also gone." He looked to the side again, with dark eyes: "One day I will also..."

I didn't know what to say, so I could only look at the place he was looking at, the eaves were covered with snow, pure white, as if there was nothing, but in fact there was nothing at all...

(six)

In the spring of March, the petals are fluttering.

It's not so cold anymore, but I still put on a cloak.

I stood under the tree, watching the leaves on the tree cover the little light from the sun, occasionally projecting on my feet, it was so beautiful.

Emperor Yongcheng stood there, staring at me blankly.

He walked towards me and helped me cut my hair around my ear gently, and said, Yunfan, look at your hair is messed up.

I was stunned, my eyes slowly became moist, and I listened to my own voice. "My lord, what did you call me just now?"

His hand stroking my hair has retracted for a moment, he seems to finally see clearly.I grabbed his hand suddenly and said, "Your Majesty, who did you see just now?"

He looked at me quietly for a while, and seemed to have finally separated the two of us. He walked over, kept silent, straightened the cloak on me, and then left. His back was straight, it must be Years of habits, but the back is looking at the vicissitudes.

The blue sky, the white clouds have traveled thousands of miles, and no one will stop for anyone.

I suddenly remembered a sentence.

It is difficult to draw a dragon or a tiger to draw a bone, but it is easy to draw a skin but it is difficult to draw a heart.

After all, I can't think of myself as that person, I'm just a substitute after all, I stroke the skin on my face.

Like I said earlier, it's just a skin.

It's just a piece of skin.

There are thousands of appearances, which can confuse thousands of people, but I am just the first one who got lost.

Since then, he has come to see me again. I live alone in a dormitory. I only do one thing every day, which is to draw a face. I draw that face over and over again, and then keep imitating the figure of that person. .

Longing became sick, like a rattan chain tied to him, I never thought that I would miss someone so crazily.

I just wish I would be more like him, and then he would be gentle with me.

(Seven)

For three years in spring and autumn, spring flowers and autumn moons are fleeting.

In the night of early autumn, the weather became cold, and I lay down early.

A shadow was projected outside the door, he walked around, but did not push the door to enter.

I looked there silently, and sat up quickly.

The shadow paced to and fro,

I couldn't see the person clearly, but I couldn't help but hope that it was the one I was thinking of. That shadow stood quietly for a while, and then left.

My sadness was choked in my heart, extremely uncomfortable, and a kind of disappointment surrounded my whole body.

I kept telling myself that the skin on my face was just like that person.

The morning light is faint, and the smell of the early morning is permeating the surroundings. The dewdrops fall on the green leaves. It seems that it rained last night, and the smell of damp earth seems to have not dissipated.

I watched the fallen leaves fall to the ground with the wind and fell into the soil, and I suddenly thought of a story told to me by an old man who swept the floor.

When Emperor Yongcheng was just born, there was a palace change. The emperor and queen were buried by fire together. King Pingxian was only 15 years old at the time, so he raised Emperor Yongcheng outside the palace with Zhang Yan, the maid who served the queen. aldult.

Wang Gonggong said: "Actually, the emperor cares most about King Pingxian, otherwise he would have no heirs."

"From that incident, the emperor has closed himself more and more, but there is only one way."

I opened my mouth, but couldn't make a sound. At this time, there were hurried footsteps over there.

It was a handsome little father-in-law who came, I saw him running in a panic, he almost stumbled before he could stand still.

The prince wondered: "Aren't these little plums? What are you doing in such a panic?"

Xiao Lizi said: "The emperor is critically ill, I want Mr. Qi to go there quickly."

My brain went blank and I didn't have time to think about it, but my feet were already striding forward.

I walked a few steps quickly, but started running instead, feeling uneasy and anxious in my heart.

The autumn wind is blowing, and one leaf knows autumn, and those big trees are dyed a dazzling bright red.

I took a few deep breaths, stopped my steps, my forehead was covered with sweat, and impatiently raised my stiff legs and ran to his bedroom. I usually thought that the journey was not very long, but now it seemed that It never arrives, why is it so long.

I felt hot all over and couldn't breathe. Seeing that the distance on the road was getting shorter and shorter, I finally pushed open the door and broke in.

The prince frowned and stood beside the bed.

I panted and approached, and Yongding's hair was scattered, and there were more silver-white hairs than before. He seemed very tired, and he forced his eyes to open. Those piercing eyes no longer existed.His nose was red, and he coughed violently occasionally.

He sent everyone away, the prince was silent for a while, and had no choice but to go down.

He beckoned to me for me to go over, and I squatted beside his bed.

He braced his body, whispered softly in my earlobe, exhaled warmly, but felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

He said, "Can you tear off that human skin?"

I was stunned suddenly, staring at him in shock, at a loss for what to do.

It turned out he knew.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't open them.He said: "All along, you are actually you, and he is him."

Life is like a dream, infatuated, we are all caught in the dream we wove.All that remains is who wants to wake up, or who wants to stay there, sinking deeper.

How could it be so easy to tear off human skin? Potion, powder, and tools are needed. The mask is covered in the flesh. If you tear it off forcefully, it will damage your own skin.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand weakly, and covered my face.

"Let me see you."

I don't know how courageous I was, I tore off that piece of human skin, my face was in burning pain, and the pain caused a tear to fall from my left eye.

But he finally did not open his eyes, no matter how hysterically I shouted.

I watched his hand slide down slowly, but felt so fast, I was stunned as if nothing had anything to do with me, I heard the eunuch outside shouting in a sharp voice.

The emperor died.

Emperor Yongcheng died, and the whole country observed filial piety for three days. The prince ascended the throne, and the reign name was changed to Pingchang, and the title was Emperor Yongyang.

Emperor Yongyang said: "Actually, I have always known about my father's illness, so in order to fulfill my father's wish, I hereby search for a gentleman from all over the country, and hope that he can help."

"Actually, the first emperor always knew that he just trapped himself in that beauty."

Emperor Yongyang hesitated to speak, "Where do you want to go now, sir?"

"Return to the place where we came and went."

I sighed, "Don't send me off, Your Majesty, I will leave on my own."

Emperor Yongyang said: "Take care, sir."

"Take care of yourself."

The maple forest is completely dyed, a piece of bright red.

My thoughts seemed to go back to that time, the tenderness of his lowering his head really moved me.

"Call me Yongding."

My eyes began to gather moisture again.

(Eight)

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow outside the window was crowded and no one cleaned it.

I put the heater on the table, dipped the pen in the ink, and drew the facial features of the characters on the white paper.

There was a knock on the door, and the servant paced back and forth outside saying, Mr. has a visitor.

I put down my pen and sighed.Follow the servant to the living room.

In the living room stood a middle-aged man with his back facing him, his hair tied in a jade crown, and his posture was outstanding, standing with his hands behind his back.

The middle-aged man turned around slightly, but his appearance was five points similar to the one in the painting just now, his temples were grey.

Holding the paper fan in his hand, he shook it gently: "Qi Rui."

I smiled, the corners of my mouth were slightly sour, and tears fell down.

"I'm here to eat dumplings, I hope I can get copper coins."

It's fine if you are well, fine if you like it, your heart will be conveyed to the other party one day.

"gentlemen?"

I heard the voice and woke up leisurely, half opened my eyes, and looked at the servants who were clearing the table. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Sir, what did you dream about? He laughed, but wept."

I was taken aback and noticed the corner of my sleeve wet with tears.

"An old friend."

Life is like a dream, like an infatuation.The passing of time, the years are ruthless, and when I look back, I realize that I am old.

Outside the window is white, snow is flying, chilly, white and plain.

I suddenly remembered the snowfall more than ten years ago, when Yongding was still there.He said: I only regret that I didn't know jade back then. Jade has become a stone, and it is too late to regret.The snowy sky at that time was also the same as it is now. There seemed to be snow, but there was nothing...

Once the cold winter is over, it will be another warm spring, another spring of the year.