[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

He Jiaqi has always been proud and arrogant, his temper is not very good, but his heart is not bad.

The new eunuchs and maids in the palace are always full of fear of the fourth princess, but the palace people who know her sigh for her.

It's hard to say if the fourth princess's temperament was forced out by this man-eating deep palace.When she was born, her birth mother was a respected mother, so she enjoyed the treatment of the stars and the moon. Later, the pure imperial concubine lost power and died tragically. He Jia was too young at that time, so he was thrown into the palace whirlpool alone. , struggling for life.

She was raised by the empress dowager in name, but in fact everyone knew that the empress dowager didn't care about her at all, only a group of palace people raised her.After He Jia grew up as a magistrate, he realized that his biological mother was full of evil.She felt uncomfortable, and felt inferior when she saw other brothers and sisters, but she didn't want to show her fragility in front of others, so she raised her head high at all times and never made people laugh. Conceal the loneliness and longing in my heart.

He Jia is actually a born talented woman.Poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she learned quickly and was very talented, second only to Yongxing among all brothers and sisters.She was full of joy, feeling that she had finally found a way to prove herself, but when she was happily looking for the emperor with the song she composed, she saw Huang Ama's disgusted eyes.

Not long after, she overheard the reason why the imperial father disliked her so much outside the queen mother's palace.

"Seeing He Jia, I seem to see that vicious woman of the Su family. She is too similar to her mother and concubine."

It turned out that no matter how well she did, as long as there was a day when she had the blood of a concubine, she would never be accepted by her father and the palace.

Since then, the gentle and talented fourth princess has changed.She no longer devotes all her attention to calligraphy and painting, and she no longer does everything possible to please the Queen Mother and the Emperor.She is only willing to talk to her elder brother Yong Rong, who is a compatriot of the same mother, but after Yong Rong was succeeded by King Shen Jun out of the palace, she had no one to talk to, and her temper became more and more weird and withdrawn.

In that year, she met Fu Longan.

Fu Longan has been loved by the emperor since he was a child, and he often enters the palace, but an unfavored princess like He Jia has little chance to see him.He has never paid much attention to the other elder brothers and princesses, only being inseparable from the sixth elder brother Yong Cong.

However, for Yong Cong and Fu Long'an, He Jia would never take the initiative to walk beside them.

According to those gossiping women in the palace, her mother and concubine were the murderer who killed the queen and Fucha's fourth wife, and she was the murderer's daughter, so they probably didn't even have the qualifications to speak together.

But that time, it was Fu Longan who came to provoke her.

He Jia can endure others accusing her mother and concubine, and can endure others secretly poking her back and discussing, but she absolutely cannot bear someone slandering her only brother.

"Seventh elder brother was adopted out, it must be because the emperor didn't want to give him a chance to inherit the great power. But after going out, he can get the throne of the county king anyway, before there was only sixth elder brother in this palace who could be crowned king. If you want us to say, let Seventh Elder Brother take advantage of it, otherwise with his status, even if this Elder Brother in the Palace is sealed, it may not be his turn."

A long whip was thrown over, and the fiery red whip shadow, like red lightning, whipped the gossiping maid lying on the ground, leaving a bloody mouth on her shoulder.

The court lady who was listening to her on the other side knelt down, shaking like chaff.

"Fourth princess, spare your life, the slave didn't say anything, didn't say anything!"

He Jia stared at her coldly, recognizing her as the maid of Concubine Yu's palace.

Before her biological mother lost power, Concubine Yu was the most useless dog under her concubine's concubine. She was able to live in the palace for so long by relying on the power of the pure imperial concubine, but she turned around and sold her former master.

Her biological mother was indeed unbearable, but this kind of person who betrayed her master and sought glory was also what He Jia hated the most.Not to mention, her brother has never done anything wrong, even a court lady in Concubine Yu's Palace dares to criticize the current prince like this, if she bears it today, Yong Rong's dignity will no longer stand up in the palace.

He Jia twirled the long whip in his hand, looked condescendingly at the two court ladies kneeling in front of her, and now they were crying and begging her to let them go.

One life?He Jia almost laughed angrily.No wonder the people in the palace fear and fear her. It turns out that she has always thought that she is as vicious as her biological mother, killing people without blinking an eye.

So what if she changed her mind and decided to just be a vicious woman?After all, she is also a princess, shed the blood of Aixinjueluo, she just beat a court lady to half-mutilation, who would dare to let her pay for it?No one likes her in the first place, so why does she have to live such a useless life?

She was going crazy with anger, and made up her mind, the long whip was like a red arrow and was aimed at the maid's chest, but when it was about to fall on someone, someone grabbed it.

She turned her head and saw Fu Longan looking at her with a cold face.

"Is the fourth princess going too far? In broad daylight, lynching on the palace road. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, are you going to beat these two maids to death?"

She didn't know who he was, but they were just those young masters who could enter and leave the palace. No matter what their identities were, they were not comparable to her, an unfavorable princess, but she was not afraid.

She has never been afraid of anyone.He Jia has arrogance in his bones, and he will never bow his head to others.

She sneered, without explanation.He Jia never bothered to explain to others.

"Go away!"

Fu Longan frowned slightly, and a red mark was drawn from the hand holding her whip.He didn't really want to serve such a bad-tempered fourth princess, so he threw the whip back with a little force.

"This is the princess's own business. I don't want to take care of it, but I can't just watch people die in front of me. I will leave now. No matter what the princess does at that time, Fu Long'an will not be able to know."

It turned out that he was Fu Longan.

He Jia avoided the whip that was thrown back, and looked coldly at Fu Longan's back as he turned and left.

The two court ladies looked at her in horror.

He Jia snorted, wrapped the whip back into his hand, walked away without looking at it again.

After all, it was on the palace road at noon, so the masters still knew about it.

When He Jia was declared to go to the Empress Dowager's Palace, he was very calm.

What she saw after entering was not the emperor or the queen mother, but Yongcong, king of Zhejun who was looking at her with a smile.

"Fourth sister, don't be afraid. I've already found out the cause and effect. It's just that the palace servants have nothing to say, and they committed crimes. Now those two maids have been demoted to Xinzheku. There's no other reason to ask you to come here. I just want to see you for a long time. , we can talk."

Since there was no punishment for her, He Jia didn't want to stay any longer.Especially looking at Yong Cong's face which was said to resemble the former queen, she felt tormented all the time.

She just made an excuse and wanted to leave, but Yong Cong didn't stop her.He Jia wanted to guess that this expensive sixth brother didn't want to see her very much, but he was able to find out what happened, so I have to say, it's great.Really smart.

Halfway along the road, she stopped, and looked at Fu Long'an standing in front with no expression.

The jade-faced gentleman and the second son of the Fucha family looked at her with a bit of embarrassment, and after thinking for a long time, he handed over a wooden eagle carving.

He said: "I misunderstood you before. When I saw that you were going to do something, I thought you were venting your anger with palace people... Now I have heard the whole story from the county king. I did something wrong, so I came here to tell you To apologize, I just entered the palace in a hurry and didn't bring any good things. This is a thing I carved with my own hands, whether you like it or not, there should be an apology."

He Jia really wanted to throw the thing in her hand into the nearby lake, but she looked down at the lifelike wood carvings, and couldn't help asking a little confused: "Why?"

Fu Longan's face also showed some confusion: "What?"

He Jia raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "Why did you apologize to me?"

He is more favored than her, her mother is guilty of his mother, in He Jia's heart, how could he apologize to her?At noon, he wanted to save the two court ladies, no matter how unwilling He Jia was, he held back his anger and let them go.

Fulongan smiled: "I did something wrong, so naturally I have to apologize. It has nothing to do with who you are or who your mother is. I used to blame you, so today I misunderstand you so easily. This matter Afterwards, I realized that venting anger is wrong, since you didn't do anything."

After he left, He Jia looked at the wood carving in his hand for a long time.

During the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, members of the royal family sit together with dignitaries from the previous dynasty.After the emperor praised a few elder brothers, he made the seventh and ninth princesses laugh again, and finally, as if he remembered He Jia, he turned his head and asked her.

"At the beginning of the new year, what wish does He Jia have? If it's not too much, Huang Ama can satisfy you."

He wasn't worried about asking for anything from Jiahui, this child only needed small things every year, he was less worried than other princes and princesses, even he felt a little guilty sometimes.

He Jia attended, knelt down and saluted.

"My daughter doesn't want anything. My daughter just wants to ask Huang Ama to marry me and give Fucha Fulongan a marriage."

Everyone was shocked.

His Highness had a person present, but he refused loudly.It was Fu Longan.

The emperor scolded the four princesses: "Nonsense! Hurry up and sit back, on such an occasion, you still have the heart to joke!"

He Jia got up calmly, and sat back, regardless of the different expressions of the concubines and brothers and sisters.

She waited from 14 to 20 years old, rejected all the marriage proposals of the emperor's father, and insisted on marrying Fu Long'an.

Finally, when she was 23 years old, Fulongan lost to this long tug-of-war.

When He Jia got married, the faces of the masters in the palace were not blessings, but worries and sighs for her.

He Jia's face under the hijab was calm.

She was only selfish this time, in this life, she was only selfish once.If she really can't force it, it's her fate.She admitted it.

In the first year of marrying Fu Long'an, he never stepped into her room except sharing a room with her on the wedding night.

The Princess Mansion was completed in the second year, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs asked her to move there. She looked at her cold room and said, "Wait a little longer."

She knew he had been worn out by her patience over the years, and the kindness he had shown her when he first met him was gone.Fukang'an didn't like her, and the others maintained their superficial friendship. The father-in-law and mother-in-law had retired, and they no longer asked about the affairs of the capital; Fucha Fenhua, who was the best at regulating the relationship in the mansion, also married.

Their relationship only improved in the second year of their marriage.

He and Jia can't remember exactly what happened that day.She remembered that it was the night before Fu Longan accepted the imperial decree to lead the troops to Jinchuan.He didn't tell her anything about it, even Fukan'an told her that he was going to go out the next day.

She remembered that she drank a lot of wine alone, so drunk that she had no memory.

That night Fu Longan came back to pack her things, but she was drunk and grabbed her clothes, crying and laughing and talking a lot.She even forgot what she said, but she only remembered that she seemed to cry for a long time, and when she woke up the next day, her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts.

She still remembered that Fulong'an looked at her very tenderly and sadly at the end.

They were Fengshen Jilun who were there that night.

When he woke up with Jia the next day, Fu Longan had already set out for the battle.She stared blankly at the marks on her arm, and suddenly hugged herself and sat on the bed and cried.

In fact, she wasn't that indestructible at all.She also wants to look at her husband tenderly and care for him softly like Madam, she also wants to be like Fen Yi and sing with her husband, talk about poetry and painting, and she also wants to speak out when she feels uncomfortable like Yuan Mao. Acting like a baby and letting people fool themselves.

She has always wanted to tell him that her temper is really not that bad, that her heart is really soft, that she already regrets forcing him like that, that she really loves him, that she is really... very sad .

Ten months later, she gave birth to Fengshen Jilun.It was a hard life, and it nearly killed her.

Hejia asked no one to tell him about it.

She didn't want to think, if Fu Longan knew that she was about to die in childbirth, would there be a hint of joy and anticipation in her heart.

When Fu Longan came back, it was in the 38th year of Qianlong.

He has traveled all over the world, he is thinner and darker, and there is a short stubble on his smooth chin.But he was very happy when he came back, and he greeted his younger brothers and sisters, and then his eyes fell on He Jia who was holding the child, gentle and firm.

He Jia thought that even if he knew that his eyes were for children, it was enough to see them in his life.

Fu Long'an liked Fengshen Jilun very much. When he was at home, he would stay in the room peacefully for the sake of the children. He would stay there for several hours, and even tolerated He Jia coaxing the children with him.

Their relationship has also warmed up a lot.At the beginning of spring, He Jia looked through the study window and saw the winter jasmine in full bloom. He couldn't help laying out a pen and paper, and wanted to draw it.

When Fu Longan saw this painting, she was still very surprised, and praised her for painting well, never thought that she was so good at painting.

In the 40th year of Qianlong, He Jia gave birth to the second son, Fengshen Guoermin.

As Prince Xiaohui took over more and more government affairs, Fu Long'an became more and more busy.The Ministry of Internal Affairs reprimanded her several times for not abiding by the rules, and He Jia could no longer procrastinate, so he took the two children and moved to the Fourth Princess Mansion in Jingshan.

She was very disturbed.The relationship between the two of them is maintained in a kind of fragile warmth.She didn't dare to ask Fu Longan what she was in his heart at all, and could only use care and tenderness to make up for the mistakes she had made.

Fulongan is very busy, so he can only come here seven or eight times a month.She was considerate of him, never complained when he came, and showed him the two children who were growing every day.Seeing the smile on her husband's tired face, He Jia felt very happy.

In the autumn of Yuguang's year, Hejia fell ill.

At first it was a chill, then a cough.He Jia was afraid of infecting his two sons, so he didn't dare to take their things.Fu Longan came to the Princess Mansion to see him, but he just sent a nanny to refuse in a few words.

In the Qing Dynasty, the princess and the son-in-law were separated by a princess mansion and countless nuns. If the princess refused to meet, the son-in-law would have nothing to do, and he would not even be able to hear about the other party.

In this way, until November, He Jia's cough got better, and Fu Long'an went to Shengjing again to investigate.She was worried, and finally met him.

At first sight, Fu Long'an was startled by her expression.He hurried forward a few steps, but was scolded by He Jia, who asked someone to move a screen in the middle.

She didn't want to get sick from him, and she didn't want him to see her face like this.

Fulong'an was worried, but she had no choice but to speak resolutely, while Aunt Jingqi stared at her with drooping face.He repeatedly asked her to take good care of her illness, before leaving, he turned his head and looked back through the screen.

"He Jia, wait for me to come back. Let's talk about our affairs."

He Jia smiled behind the screen.No matter whether Fu Long'an was comforting her or really decided to be with her, after all, after waiting for so long, he still got a response.

She has no more regrets in this life.

He Jia really wanted to wait for him to come back and hear his response to her.But her body couldn't wait anymore, she endured thousands of years, and she even used ten thousand years to hang herself, but she only lasted until the last day of November.

Before she died, she wanted to tell him thousands of words, but after thinking about it, she only left one sentence.

"Feel sorry."

If she had known that she was doomed to be poor, she shouldn't have the cheek to marry him, and he would become a widow in just a few years.

In fact, she shouldn't be so messy, but it's a pity that she still followed the temperament of her biological mother, and she would not die because of love.

Fulongan returned in December.

This time, Sister Jingqi didn't stop him again.

He stumbled into the princess mansion where the white silk was hung, and walked into the bedroom that she didn't allow him to enter before she was alive.

He Jia was already in the coffin, but he didn't have the courage to see it.

There was nothing on the bed, and the whole room was empty, except for the white eyes and a wooden carving on the table.

He reached for it.

The eagle was lifelike, lying in his palm, exuding a cold temperature.

Things from 18 years ago, because they are often touched by people, the wood has been polished and moistened.

Now that I think about it, Lao Ying is actually very suitable for He Jia's temperament, she has never been a delicate flower in the imperial garden.

Furlong showed a smile.

But no matter how strong she is on the surface, her heart is still soft and scared, and she is even more likely to be stabbed than others.

Neither of them are the type to bow down to each other.In the year when the relationship was the coldest, she never said a soft word to him.

Fu Long'an knew that He Jia was definitely in love with him, but she never said it out, and even by looking at her expression and actions, she absolutely couldn't feel her feelings.If she hadn't begged the emperor's father for nine years before marrying him, Fu Long'an couldn't believe that she really loved him so much.

Their fate was too short, they had studied for so many years before marriage, and only a few years after marriage, and this time was divided too much by his busy business and two children.

Er Niang asked him to have a talk with him after he got married.

She told him that since they are both husband and wife, let the past go, and start living from the present, let go of prejudice, and really examine Hejia.

He didn't do well, and it took almost a year to do it.

That night when He Jia was drunk, he hugged him and talked a lot.She blamed herself for being the daughter of a pure imperial concubine, blamed herself for being annoying, and blamed herself for not doing well.

She only dared to be sad that they didn't love her, but she only dared to blame herself.

It was because he didn't give her enough sense of security.

Fu Long'an thought, maybe he is really a good courtier and maybe a good father, but he will never be a good husband in his life.

He never remarried all his life, and grew up with the two children she left him.

In the eighth year of Yuguang, Fulong'an's injury recurred, causing typhoid fever. He died at the age of 39, posthumously named Qinke, and was buried with Princess Heshuo and Princess Jia by the Tonghui River.

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