[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

The mourning hall has always been depressing.

Yingluo only felt that her field of vision was a vast expanse of whiteness, and her sight centered on the empress lying peacefully there, from where the color began to fade, except for the black hair, pale face and luxurious empress clothing, the whole world was gray and white.

It was as if someone was grabbing her shoulders and telling her word for word that the mother had really gone, and no matter how dazed, there seemed to be another solemn voice passing by her ears, hoarse and deep with heavy emotions.

"Make up for her."

She fluttered her eyelashes, and suddenly woke up from her own world, raised her eyes, the black eyes, with straightforward hatred, pierced through the eyelashes and nailed to the standing emperor.

"What's that look in your eyes?" It's rare that the emperor didn't fly into a rage like before, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of malice and contempt, and he looked over with a sneer.

Those eyes were like arrows, soaked in the coldness of piercing human bones, it was the killing intent of the emperor under the thunder.

"Your Majesty, she has not lived a happy life. When she dies, let her simply leave."

She couldn't avoid her eyes.

He laughed, with a soul-stirring murderous look: "You are really brave." The emperor said: "If she hadn't begged for a future for you before she died, I would have cut you into pieces countless times. There is no place for you to die, why do you think you can still stand alive before her spirit?"

Yingluo's eyelashes trembled violently.

Your Majesty, you have arranged a retreat for everyone, why?Even though they were all hurt by this world and wanted to die, they still remembered so many people?

Yingluo said, "I am willing to guard the empress for the rest of my life, so the emperor doesn't have to worry about the slave. There are so many people coming and going in this palace, I think there is no shortage of a slave. If the empress dies, she will be forgotten by this deep palace soon, but the slave Will always remember her."

The mourning hall fell into extreme silence.

The emperor spoke in this silence, his voice was full of anger, but it seemed to be a little complicated: "Since you have the intention to come here, then as you wish, you can receive fifty big boards, and go to Yuanmingyuan to guard from now on."

Yingluo leaned over and saluted, "I thank the Lord for your kindness, my slave."

When she leaned over, she felt the murderous gaze above her head, the sudden contemptuous gazes of the palace people around her, and Mingyu's worried gaze.

However, her complexion remained unchanged, she straightened her waist, her gaze was only fixed on the queen's body, and she became gentle little by little.

This palace is not worthy to keep her Yingluo.

After the emperor left, Mingyu cried beside Yingluo and said, "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you want the kindness that the empress has painstakingly begged for you?"

Yingluo reached out, picked up the comb at the side, combed the queen's hair, and smiled softly: "The empress is the person who treats me the best in this world except for my sister. I lived for my sister for the first half of my life, and gave it to my empress for the rest of my life." so what?"

Mingyu looked at the Queen with a gloomy expression, and murmured in agreement: "Yes, Your Majesty is the best person in this world, how can there be no good reward for a good person?"

Yingluo looked slightly dazed, and said softly, "She's too kind to belong to the world."

In the light and shadow, her eyes gradually dimmed, and at this moment, her heart turned to ashes.

The queen's death seemed to have dealt a great blow to the emperor.

Her funeral was grand, and the queen's ceremony required a lama to recite sutras. The queen is the emperor's first wife, with a noble status, and the lama candidate must not be an ordinary person. At this time, Zhangjia Guoshi asked to preside over it in person.

Zhang Jiaruo Bai Dorjie, who was a classmate with the emperor back then, and was cared by the empress who was Prince Fujin at the time, in public and private, in love and reason, there is no more suitable candidate than him in the world, the emperor approved.

He translated "Danjuer" behind closed doors in the sixth year of Qianlong's reign, and completed the translation in November of the eighth year of Qianlong's reign.In the tenth year of Qianlong's reign, the Lama Temple was transformed into a Buddhist monastery by large-scale construction projects. Master Zhang Jia gave the emperor the empowerment. After that, he lived in the Lama Temple and never went out again.

On the day of the Queen's Ceremony, Shichun lined up with the wives in the Changchun Palace, and followed the crowd to pray and chant sutras for the Queen, crying to see her farewell.

The Buddha's music was leisurely, and a thin figure stood in the hall, and the fire light reflected on his white face, reflecting a soft and compassionate halo.

This handsome, gentle, clean, and holy Buddha, like a lotus blooming on the mourning hall, washes away the white smoke that surrounds the mourning hall, and detaches himself from the various attitudes of the people present. sigh.

Shi Chun walked out the door, looked back at him before leaving, and met his eyes looking across the sea of ​​people, the young Buddha was watching her leave, his eyes were not avoiding, as if staying there for thousands of years, And it seemed to be just a glimpse in the sea, calm and quiet with insight into the world. Seeing her turn around, she showed a gentle and beautiful smile, as if seeing her for the first time.

Shi Chun also smiled at him faintly, a little bit relieved and a little bit emotional, in short, it was tainted with the smell of the world, and he finally saw it and smiled into his eyes.

Shi Chun turned his head and stepped out the door, as if leaving some of the past behind in this mourning hall.

Is it regret for Empress Fucha, or unwillingness to the past.

The world is in peace with the law of both ends, and the Tathagata will live up to the emperor.

She thought about this sentence repeatedly in her dream the night before her big wedding, until the pillow was wet with tears, so she woke up, was found by Ruyi when she went out, and opened her eyes in the middle of the night to wait for the dawn.

But now, she has realized that the world does not have these two perfect dharmas.

Then live up to the Tathagata, Lord Dorje.

And I, with your expectations, with your wishes, just like this, go on.

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"Living in the Potala Palace, I am the king of the snowy land,

Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. "

— You and I are not like that.

Qinzheng Hall.

All the ministers in the hall were arguing, and the emperor threw the memorial on the table heavily, and the hall fell into ice-like silence for an instant.

The important officials of the Military Aircraft Department stood silently on the spot, almost turning themselves into a sculpture, and it took a long time to hear the emperor's undecided words: "You all step back, Fu Heng, you stay. "

The person standing at the end lowered his head, Hua Lingxia's face could not be seen clearly, he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

After everyone dispersed, there were only two people left in the hall. The emperor looked at his former brother-in-law and said, "I heard that you went to Changchun Palace first before you came here?"

Fu Hengying: "Yes, I also spoke a few words with Master Zhang Jia, but I haven't seen him appear for a long time."

The emperor smiled instead of anger: "Okay, I don't know if I have accommodated you siblings too much, one by one, they all forgot their own responsibilities, the empress killed herself for the sake of those children's private affairs, and you sacrificed yourselves to sacrifice her." Putting business affairs behind, did I treat you too well? So much so that you all forgot that you are the subjects of the Qing Dynasty first and foremost?"

"I don't dare, and the queen has never forgotten. Your Majesty, is it the love between your sons and daughters that you say, or the so-called responsibility that drove the queen to death? Your Majesty, she is not self-willed, she is just desperate, and there is no hope. "

The figure of the person sitting at the top became stiff all of a sudden.

Fu Heng said calmly: "Your Majesty, there is no king in the world. In fact, even if she escapes, what is the use? I know that even if she dies, she will not die freely. She lives for a day, and she is the mother of the Qing Dynasty." ;She is dead, and she is still my empress of the Yuan Dynasty. The merits and demerits after her death are all under your control. If you say that she is an example, she is the Empress Xiaoxian; if you expose the truth of her suicide, she will be Criticized by thousands of people. Restricted in life, unable to control herself after death, how dare she forget? How can she forget? She just wants to accompany Prince Duanhui, Prince Shunhui and the unborn child, that's all she As the person my mother most wants to make up for in her life."

"As for the lowly officials, it is a great treason to speak falsely about offending your superiors and neglecting political affairs. Your Majesty will take this feather."

Fu Heng took off the flower feather cap on his head with both hands, raised his hands high, and knelt down.

"Get out! Get out!"

Angrily, the emperor swept down the memorial on the table with one hand, raised the teacup and threw it forward, the teacup fell less than three steps in front of Fu Heng, the broken porcelain splashed, and a bloody gash was drawn on his forehead.

Fu Heng lowered his eyes, stood up and backed out.

Li Yu heard the noises inside the hall as early as he was outside, and when he saw him coming out, he hurried up to meet him: "Oh, Lord Fu Heng, the emperor is in a bad mood, how can you provoke him?"

Holding the flower feather in one hand, Fu Heng glanced at him when he heard the words, his eyes were cold, and he looked back in the direction of the Palace of Qinzheng, and sneered: "Things are different, people are different, and there is no news. Just wait and see, this life still has a hard time. "

Li Yu sighed inwardly, thinking who would say otherwise, but how many people dare to say this?The death of the empress was a blow to the emperor, but the emperor, sitting in the court, still refuses to admit it.

He watched Fu Heng leave, turned his head and entered the hall, it was almost dusk, and the Qinzheng Hall hadn't been lit yet, Li Yu said: "Your servant, let someone come in and light the lamp."

"That's all." In the dim sunlight, the emperor sat in the chair, looking a little tired, he suddenly asked, "how is the queen's ceremony?"

Li Yu replied cautiously: "Fu Jin's wives have already left the palace, and the empresses of all the palaces have also gone back, leaving only a few lamas."

The emperor paused for a moment, let his eyes go blank for a moment, and sighed softly: "I'm going to guard."

The Changchun Palace at night looks rather gloomy today, with a few lights swaying in the night wind, faintly illuminating the palace, and the portrait of Empress Fucha hangs behind the altar, with gentle ink, bright colors, Dan Zhu Dai's eyebrows only draw three parts of Shuhui in her eyebrows.

At least that's how it seemed to the emperor.

He walked in the Changchun Palace, stroking with his fingers some of the empress's personal belongings that had not yet been put away. Although the empress was dead, the people in the Changchun Palace did not slack off, and still kept things spotless. Still staying in the same state as when the queen was still there.

The emperor looked at the many swaddling babies in belly pockets in front of him, some of them were used by Yong Lian, Yong Cong and Yong Yue, some of them looked very strange, and they were brand new when touched, presumably they were made during most of the time when the Empress was lingering on the sick bed. .

I don't know why, the relationship between their husband and wife has always been twists and turns, and they have conceived many children together over the years, but the only ones who survived were He Jing and Yong Cong.

He was sitting under the mourning hall, Xiaoxian's Zigong was not here, he was being saved by a lama in another room, he wiped his face, looked up at her portrait, suddenly he didn't know what to say.

They had a big quarrel before she left. Her gaffe at the New Year's Eve family banquet aroused dissatisfaction with the Queen Mother, and also made many clan Fujin present question her. Many people think that her methods are useless, and the emperor is also tired of the fragile and sensitive empress. In a hurry, he gave Yong Cong to Concubine Chun to raise him, hoping to use this to stimulate the empress to cheer up and be strong. It became the last straw in her heart.

Tears welled up suddenly, and he lowered his head to cover his face, trying to force back this strange emotion.

After a long time, Li Yu, who was standing at the entrance of the hall, saw the emperor's back hidden in the darkness, and then began to tremble, and the suppressed voice lingered in the hall, which almost brought him to tears.

Li Yu raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and slowly knelt down, letting out an inaudible sigh.

"Li Yu," the emperor's voice sounded in the darkness, he came out, raised his head, there was no trace of trace on his face, only a trace of melancholy and bewilderment remained.

The emperor walked out in big strides, but Li Yu only stopped until the words from the wind were so calm and sad.

"The queen brought my love into the grave together."

Its things remain the same, its people do not exist...

The Sri Lankan is gone forever.

That night, in the Fucha mansion, after Fu Heng returned, he stood in the courtyard, neither eating nor drinking, standing there all night, in pain.

Shi Chun came out, put on a cloak for him, leaned into his arms, and wet his clothes with tears.

Fu Heng stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, and pressed his stubbled chin against her forehead, causing a slight tingling pain.

He comforted her with a hoarse voice: "My sister is watching us in the sky, don't be sad."

Shi Chun blinked, forcing away the tears in his eyes, looked up at the sky with him, and stood in the courtyard all night.

On March 25, Empress Zigong left the palace, and Yingluo went out to guard the spirit.

The emperor, Yingluo, Mingyu, and many people who once lived in the same palace with Empress Xiaoxian fell into long-term pain. The old events in Changchun, which no longer existed, were locked here again with the closing of the vermilion palace gate. The palace wall is thousands of feet away, Zhu Que is deep, the aloes are fleeting, and the Sri Lankan people are gone.

Yingluo looked back at the Forbidden City for the last time. The red bricks and yellow tiles are the shadow of the queen, and the old tree to welcome the spring is the shadow of the queen. The Buddha jewelry wax on this hand is also engraved with the shadow of the queen.During these years in the deep palace, it seemed like a big dream in a trance. After waking up from the dream, the emptiness was too painful, and she didn't have a trace of nostalgia.

Just like the first time we met, Empress Xiaoxian's eyebrows were gentle, she was pale after recovering from a serious illness, she said "I like it quite a bit" with a smile in her eyes, that would be the doom of her life for Wei Yingluo.

The empress's mercy has been given to too many people, and she couldn't shake off the shackles of fate, so she saved many people with all her heart.

And when she died, many people's hearts also died.

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The author has something to say:

It cannot be denied that the queen's character setting in the play is not a king-level palace fighter, and she has lost a lot because of her indifference to the world, but I think this is not her lack of personality charm. Angle always feels that women in the palace should be as powerful as Zhen Huan, but the path chosen by the queen is also understandable.She is not stupid, and she can see through many things, but she is destined to have some regrets because of her nature.

Isn't it because of her kindness that everyone called the queen "little angel"?Little angels are originally pure, kind and beautiful, and they will not change their original intentions no matter how many hardships they endure. It's just that the TV shows it vividly in a dynamic interpretation.

Yingluo's feelings for Rongyin are similar to the plot of a baby bird and a scholar who dies for a confidant, or the bottom line. It is a kind of morbid attachment. The popular understanding is Bai Yueguang... Sigh, I can't express it well.

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