[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

Cigarettes curl up in the temple.

Mrs. Zhang Jia ordered everyone in the mansion to stay outside the door, and only led her close nurse and a clever girl into the Buddhist hall.

She knelt on the futon, clasped her hands together, and a string of sandalwood beads protruded from her palms. She let herself sink into the tranquility of the Buddhist hall, put down all kinds of distracting thoughts, and gave herself to the Buddha.

She believes in Buddhism, but she doesn't believe in destiny.

It's just this sin and the blessings of her descendants, she is willing to exchange her piety from the gods and Buddhas.

She knelt for a long time, then buckled three songs and opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was the majestic Buddha statue in front of her, which was so majestic that it made all sentient beings feel small, and the person kneeling beside her.

A Buddha statue, a girl.

Zhang Jia has no awe or trust in gods and Buddhas. To her, burning incense and worshiping Buddha is just a kind of sustenance, the sustenance of a wife and a mother.

But she found that there was another place in this Buddhist hall that interested her.

With her eyes that had been immersed in the palace gate for half her life, she looked at the girl next to her with interest, as if she saw a treasure that had never been discovered before, but she rushed to the door cautiously.

She looked at the solemn girl with her eyes closed, and then at the majestic and majestic golden statue in front of her, which couldn't hide the fact that it had been nourished by wealth and pomp for decades.

What more could a little girl ask for?

Is it Ama's official luck?Or is it the fate of marriage that he cannot control?

Zhang Jiashi didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it anymore, because the person she was interested in had already opened his eyes.

For many years, she has never seen such a pair of eyes that are as bright as the stars, but as tough as a knife's light. The exuberant vitality and the persistent and clear heart are shining like fire in these eyes. Huaguang.

She was a little absent-minded, and this gaze reminded her of the Horqin Grassland back then. She followed her father shyly on the Naadam, and saw the eyes of those lambs, which were wild and pure, but full of longing.

"You seem a little anxious." Zhang Jiashi said with a smile, looked at the people around her, looked at her eyebrows, her eyes, every inch of her facial features and bones.

"I am ashamed to say that my daughter does not believe in Buddhism, but when many things are out of her control, she has to brazenly ask the Buddha. In the eyes of my wife, is this considered a kind of impiety? "

This girl has a face that can easily get anything, and has the air of a Manchurian nobleman, but she talks about a destiny that cannot be controlled.

"I have been with young girls to pray to the Buddha countless times, but what we ask for is often different. Most of the beautiful girls I have seen are in cardamom, and their faces are full of vigor and beauty that young people should have, just like flowers. It's rare to see you like this, what are you worried about?" Zhang Jia asked gently.

"Ma'am, my mother-in-law has no children, and Ama has a good future. I am different from them. The honor and favor of the family are far less important to me. I don't like to be restrained, and I have always been very strong. I have such a personality , who is suitable for the place full of flowers?" The girl didn't ask Zhang Jiashi how she could tell that she was a beautiful girl, and Zhang Jiashi didn't say either.

"I have a daughter," said Zhang Jiashi, "she used to be as young and willful as you. The difference is that I watched her walk into the flower bushes, or rather, as a mother, I personally sent her Into the place full of flowers. In your opinion, how am I doing?"

"Everyone would want their children to succeed, not to mention Madam is a qualified mistress and a qualified mother. Your daughter must be an excellent person. My little girl admires her, and I don't want to meet her one day, but can only stand opposite her."

"I think, the girl is calm and courteous, and she can live well wherever she is." Zhang Jiashi said, "But everyone has different thoughts, just like you walked in today, and I don't feel disgusted. Girls, few are as bold as you."

"Success or failure, at worst, it's just a loss of face. My little girl is more willing to compete with God. At worst, you can just treat me as a passer-by, call me as a reckless junior today, and just forget about it tomorrow."

"Your desperate courage is a bit like what I was back then." Zhang Jiashi was supported by the maidservant to stand up, and the fingers wrapped in the sleeves of the flag dress gently twirled the beads, only touching the cold surface.

Fucha Zhangjia, she was just a down-and-out descendant of the Zhangjia clan back then. With her own planning, she married Li Rongbao in a jaw-dropping way. She was the most powerful man in the Manchurian banner. A sect wife.

Zhang Jiashi is not surprised that she has already understood her past thoroughly.

The girl just pursed her lips and smiled.

"Miss, I'm not surprised by your ability to persuade the old woman, I'm just surprised that the old woman has never known your name until now."

"Ma'am," the girl stood up and kissed meekly, "I made you laugh. Nalan Shichun, please greet Mrs. Fucha."

"Nalan." Zhang Jiashi sighed softly, "It's really a beautiful name, and this family has produced more beautiful people."

"Walk with me, girl from the Nalan family." Zhang Jiashi smiled slightly, "It's been many years. Every time I come and go in a hurry, I can't remember how long I haven't seen this Xiangxuehai."

Forbidden City.

Zhongcui Palace.

Scrolls of pictures were laid out on the table, and the armored fingers moved slowly on these scrolls.

"Close it and change it."

the woman said softly.

Immediately, a court lady with sharp eyes and quick hands put away the scrolls on the table, and unfolded the next one on the table.

"Your Majesty, why are you bothering?"

The big palace lady Yuhu came in, saw the scrolls spread out on the table and a barrel of scrolled paintings next to it, hurriedly dismissed the little palace ladies and eunuchs in the room, stepped forward and said.

"Next one."

The woman ignored her, and just stared at the picture scroll all the time. There was a focused light in the pure black pupils, because it was too sharp, showing a sense of sharpness like a sharp sword.

Yuhu couldn't help it, so he could only step forward to take over the job of the little palace maid from before.

"The third daughter of the Suo Chuo Luo family," Chun Fei murmured, "Have had smallpox in her childhood? No, wouldn't that leave scars? Replace them."

"Ma Jia's... Who put this picture scroll in?" Concubine Chun was furious: "This branch was mediocre in the previous dynasty. How dare a daughter of a fifth-rank official dare to think of the lintel of Fucha's family?"

"Next." Concubine Chun said with a cold face.

Knowing that the master has fallen into a demon, and it is difficult to get rid of the demon in his heart easily, Yuhu sighed, and began to read the identity notes of the people in these scrolls, in case what happened to Ma Jia just now happened again.

"Qi Jia's Yumin, seventeen years old."

Concubine Chun carefully looked at the face of the person in the painting, and said for a while, "Leave it."

"next."

"Nalan's Chunxue, thirteen years old."

Concubine Chun sneered: "It looks good, but it's only good. How can you be worthy of a vulgar fan?"

"The next one is also from Nalan's family." Yuhu opened the painting and looked at it, a little surprised.

"Two sisters from one family come to the draft together?" Concubine Chun sarcastically said.

Yuhu knew that Concubine Chun hated the draft in her heart, so she didn't say much, and only showed the unfolding picture to Concubine Chun.

"Nalan's time is spring, fifteen years old."

After waiting for a long time, as expected, Yuhu did not hear Concubine Chun's voice.

"Niangniang?" She tilted her head behind the painting.

"Yuhu," Concubine Chun twitched the corners of her mouth, "If this palace had such a surname and appearance back then, how could it have ended up in this hell today?"

"Your Majesty!" Yuhu turned pale with fright, and hurriedly ran to the window and the door to check, and after confirming that no one was outside the door or window, she ran back and knelt down in shock.

"Your Majesty, I beg you, since you are suffering, please don't continue like this. What are you doing for!"

"I'm not reconciled." Concubine Chun didn't know when she had picked up the painting that was put on the table by the jade pot just now, and the armor lingered on the face of the person in the painting, leaving a scratch in her carelessness.

"How can I be willing? Just because I am a Han woman and because of my humble status, I don't even have the courage to speak out, and I don't even have a chance of winning in such a fight! I can only say a word that I can't resist, quiet Unknowingly, I was carried into the palace by a small sedan chair from the side door! I am just a side effect of Fujin's grand wedding, an embellishment added to the imperial decree by the former emperor! An item that is easily destined!"

"The decision was made on the day I was carried into the palace by the green cloth sedan chair," Concubine Chun said with two tears streaming down her face, "I will give the best woman to the person I love, let that woman replace me, Beautiful, beautiful, red makeup, marrying him in the name of a regular wife, with a lifetime of honor and the best son."

"It's not so much that I am for others, but for myself."

Concubine Chun took out her handkerchief and wiped away the tears on her face, only staring coldly at the painting tightly held in her hand.

For so many years, she has lied to herself in such an almost masochistic way for so many years, as if only in this way, the wounds that were constantly scabbing and festering on her heart could be relieved a little.

"I'm crazy," she murmured, "I was already crazy the day I met Fucha Fu Heng many years ago."

She has withered into a skeleton many years ago, wearing a false skin and wandering around in this tall red wall every day. Empress Fucha let her live, she will live; let her die, she can also Die without hesitation.

You can't meet too amazing people when you are young.

She knew it, but she still threw moths into the flames in disbelief.

Yuhu had already lowered her head slightly, and a silent sigh was the only summary of the maid's infatuation with her master.

She couldn't help thinking of the person who made Concubine Chun crazy.

She hasn't read many books, but she has also heard the phrase "If life is just like seeing it at first, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan".

Doesn’t the Young Master Rong Ruo in Master Mingzhu’s family back then have the same, unparalleled, incomparable elegance as the young master now?

I don't know if this is a coincidence, but the person in the temple is the same as the woman named Nalan in a picture.

What kind of role did her master play in that son's life?

Concubine Chun is the "cousin" or "Shen Yuan" to that proud son of heaven?

This seems to be unknown, but one thing is clear, she can never become the "Lu Shi" of Mr. Fucha, and Fucha Fu Heng is definitely not someone who can write "This love has become a memory of its own".

He never loved her.

Never loved anyone.

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The author has something to say:

Note 1: Regarding Fu Heng's mother, the author has searched all over and found no information about her surname. The Zhang Jia here is purely private.

Note 2: Concubine Chun is a Han Chinese, and she was originally carried into Prince Bao's Mansion as Ge Ge (similar to a concubine among Han Chinese).

Note 3: "Life is just like seeing it at first sight" comes from "Mulan Flower Order·Imagine Jue Jue Ci" written by Nalan Xingde (Nalan Rongruo), a famous poet in the Qing Dynasty, which means: the beauty at first sight, The ending is beyond imagination

Note 4: Cousin, Lu Shi, and Shen Yuan respectively represent Nalan Rongruo's "first love (a fruitless teenager's mind)" and "beloved wife (some say it is true love, true love [to be studied])" in Nalan Rongruo's life love , Confidante (Nalan doesn't love her, more is the pity and guilt for this infatuated woman).

Note [-]: "This feeling has become a memory of its own" is selected from Nalan's poem "Picking Mulberries", you can look it up, it is very poignant.

I personally think that the image of Fucha Fu Heng in the film and television work "Story of Yanxi Palace" is somewhat similar to the image of Nalan Rongruo in history. They both have noble surnames and powerful families, and they are both very popular. Traits, in short, can be described as "elegance", but they are still different. After all, Fu Heng is a general, and his personality is very different [only for the current setting of "Story of Yanxi Palace"]

As for Nalan, I like Nalan's Ci very much, but I don't have a deep understanding and research on Nalan Rongruo and his Ci collection, most of the reasons are because I want to get closer to historical documents.

Recently, in order to conceive this article, I have been frantically supplementing dramas. I watched 12 episodes a day today, and I am really going crazy.

Fucha Fu Heng will appear in the next chapter (should be)