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Zhengpo is the eldest princess of Zhaozheng today. Her mother is a queen, and Emperor Jing and the prince love her very much. Even the son of Prince Liang treats her affectionately. Naturally, she is the only honor in the world.It's just that many people don't know that Zhengxuan also had a difficult time.

When Zheng Po was young, Yu's family was sparse, his mother fell out of favor, and even the uncles of Yu's family were transferred far away, and died of illness.And before she was born, the fourth son of the Yu family died of illness, and the queen mother never lived a happy life again.Even though he saw the people in the palace, there was still a smile on his face.But at a young age, Zhengxuan sensitively sensed that she hated this place, and even just hated her father whom she rarely met.

Everyone knows that the queen mother dotes on the young princess very much.

The queen mother often said that she was weak at that time, so the queen mother took Zheng Po to the Shoukang Palace to take care of her. The dignified and serious queen mother liked to hug her. I am happy.

The crown prince had a lot of schoolwork, and the happiest moment was when he was in Shoukang Palace, when the empress dowager's descendants were around his knees, and even the palace people who served cautiously in the palace chose these moments to relax.

When she talked about the Empress Dowager Xuan, she was always envious. She didn't know whether it was the Empress Dowager's strategic spirit or her honor to her family background.

It's just that Zheng Po doesn't remember those things anymore. All she remembers are the warm copper stove, the complicated and heavy palace attire, the slightly cold fingers on her cheeks, and the cold plum fragrance that never fades away in her memory.

However, the queen mother died early after all.

That day it was De Concubine's mother who was holding her, and the funeral procession outside the imperial city was covered with snow. It was a silence that Zheng Po was not familiar with, as if the entire imperial city was sleeping peacefully like that woman who had been in power for a while.

Since the Queen Mother moved into the Mushan Imperial Mausoleum, which was out of reach for Zhengxuan, apart from the single and weak concubine De and the prince who was restrained everywhere, the young Zhengxuan no longer had any support.The Xuan family naturally became the crown prince's helper, and the only thing the imperial grandmother who loved her so much could leave for a young princess who was not of her own blood was the most loyal maids around her, and the one she called Wu Wang. Cold fragrance.

There are more women in the palace, more right and wrong, and more difficulties. Without the protection of the queen mother, under the cold treatment of Emperor Jing, she naturally began to learn to smile at people in everything, and only occasionally used her petty temper in front of the prince and the queen mother. After all, it was exhausted after she grew up.Some people often say that it is difficult for royal heirs to cultivate for several generations, but they never know that in this deep palace, no matter whether they are favored or not, they have been taught by the elders, and they have hidden the city and guard in their hearts long ago.

Zheng Po once watched several court ladies pour a handful of ashes into a deep well in a remote corner. She thought she would be afraid, but when she stared at the deep dry well filled with resentment and unwillingness, she felt very calm in her heart. *(Note 1) (Note 1: It is said that if there were no women in the palace who committed crimes, they might only be returned to a dry well after death after being burned to ashes.)

The hibiscus in the Imperial Garden was blooming very well, I remember she said this to Concubine De when she went back.

It was originally a happy day in the palace, according to the queen mother's previous arrangements, the crown prince married Qi Xiang's daughter before he was a weak crown, Qi Xiang was rarely happy, and did not have the serious face he used to have.Even the king of Liang and his son came from the fief, and all the officials gathered together, singing and dancing, drinking and eating, drinking and drinking, the original cautiousness gradually relaxed.

I remember that he was an old official who was in power when the first emperor of the Household Department, but he was obsessed with calligraphy and painting. He was very young and free and easy. He had never made any achievements and could not find fault. Of course.

The lights were brightly lit, and there were dancers from other ethnic groups dancing. The spinning scarlet skirts were lifted up, and the silver ornaments and jade pendants were lightly bumped against each other, making tinkling sounds.Zheng Po only felt sleepy, so she unconsciously made a cold expression, while Princess Wen Ning, who was hugged by her mother and concubine beside her, was amused by the scene and giggled.

The old minister only slightly swept towards this side, but muttered.

It's really like the former emperor.

The music was noisy, and she only faintly heard this sentence.Concubine De, on the other hand, was slightly startled, and only looked at the emperor who was standing in the high position holding a glass and drinking with a cold expression.

And no matter who the veteran was referring to, Zheng Po and Yu Han just thought that no one cared.

For the second day, Emperor Jing, who rarely visited Chaolu Palace, left the mother and daughter with no time to distract.

It was the first time that she was hugged by her father, and it was also the first time that she faced such dark and cold pupils. Even though she was immature, she couldn't maintain a proper manner, and she showed a little coldness only because of anxiety.Leng Meixiang was faintly visible on the tip of his nose, and in the sight that only she could see, Emperor Jing was slightly taken aback, and left without paying attention to Concubine De who was preparing dinner.

So Zheng Po entered Qianwei Pavilion early, and called Yu Han from Concubine Mother to Empress Mother.

Such days are a bit unreal, and Zheng Po has not had time to adapt to the concubines who have become cautious when facing her, nor has he yet to adapt to the piles of fine clothes and treasures that move into Chaolu Palace every season.

And as she grew up, Zheng Po once stared at the woman in the bronze mirror for a long time who seemed a little cold without smiling. If the former emperor were more gentle, I'm afraid it would be like this.

Fifteen and Ji, originally the immature age that the sons and daughters of the Zhaodu family missed, because of Emperor Jing's doting, Zhengxuan often changed into men's clothes, took his attendants, and ran around in the streets of Zhaodu.

She met a man who was sitting alone by the high window of the Mercy Pavilion, raised a glass of wine, lowered his head and smiled at her.For the first time, there was an unspeakable throbbing in her heart.

She didn't know what it was.

Maybe it's like Qi Wenlue's younger sister seeing Zhengyu playing chess with her brother for the first time, or the family lady whose cheeks are flushed with just a look from Prince Liang at the banquet in the palace.

Perhaps more like the first time the grandmother met the late emperor.

She took a quick step, ran across the string of stone steps, and quickly walked through the lively hall and wooden stairs of the Mercy Pavilion.

The man is still there.

He is not young, with long, tight hair falling on his back, and the quiet forest in his eyes, she can feel the shallow breath of the morning dew and sunshine in it, day after day, so peaceful.

Under An Jingtong.

Under Yu Lian.

She coughed and said in a rough voice, but she couldn't help laughing.

An Jingtong said.

Compassion is to give happiness, and compassion is to remove suffering.

So he opened such a pavilion of compassion, collecting delicacies from all over the world, allowing the wafting fragrance and the ironing of the porridge to give a moment of mercy and forget some troubles.

She listened seriously, An Jingtong laughed, patted her head, and signaled her to go back early when it was late.

Therefore, relying on the only honor and favor of Emperor Jing, Zheng Po abandoned the wishes of the rich and small princes in Zhaodu, and went to and from the Mercy Pavilion wholeheartedly.

And no matter how much Zheng Po puts his mind on this person, she is separated from him by a layer of tulle, and she is a shadow, enough is enough.

So that was the first time she was serious about it. She tried every means to understand that person and any relationship between that person and other people.

She wrote to Zheng Liao, who was always close to her, and even the prince who was getting more and more burdensome.

And gradually, not only An Jingtong, but also involved more and more, she began to test the old man in the palace.

As a result, many things that I didn't care about or understand before, gradually became clear after all.

Linqi is not as gentle as Zhaodu, it is not warm all year round, nor is it obsessed with rare and delicate flowers like Zhaodu people.

The wise emperor and the wise An Ran, the majestic imperial city and the snow that never melts in winter are the young An Jingtong's first memories of the royal family.

An Jingtong was the only prince of Qi Anming Emperor Anbian, who lived among the people when he was young, and was not taken to Anbian's side until many years later.

He was not such a calm and leisurely temperament originally, he knew what his father was thinking.As long as An Ran is still by An Bian's side, he will always be the one to be guarded against, not a prince, not even a prince, even if he is taken back to the palace, he is still not considered orthodox.

That's why when Emperor Ming died suddenly, he was able to follow Zhaozheng's army to Zhaodu so calmly.It's nothing more than a life of wandering, and now living under the fence.

So he accepted the queen mother's money and settled down in Zhaodu, even though he knew that this young but still beautiful woman killed his father together with that man.

Such a fierce method, but the strange thing is that the father accepted it without any resistance, just like the Emperor Mu who was designed to be killed by him.

The Buddha said: Compassion is to give joy, compassion is to remove suffering.

In Lin Qi's last days, An Ran was not by his father's side, and he used to get very drunk.

But An Jingtong had never seen such a royal father before, so he could only stand there, watching the man's desolate laugh.

Compassion in the royal family is originally a joke, how to give joy and how to relieve suffering.

The emperor, who was in his prime, was lying in the dark palace, the black and golden light in his eyes was hidden in the dark night, leaving only a slight glint.

After living in Zhaodu for 20 years, when he left, he smiled and said to Zhengxuan:

"Originally I couldn't let go of the Mercy Pavilion, but now the King of Liang invited me to be a steward in the palace. I have been friends for many years, and it is hard to shirk."

That was the first time he called Zhengxuan His Highness, she just couldn't help crying, An Jingtong patted her head.This is the past year.

The emperor's grandmother never mentioned the first emperor, but she always knew.

The father never mentioned the first emperor, but she finally knew.

Even An Jingtong, who seldom mentioned her uncle, gradually knew about it.

The imperial grandmother couldn't let it go, so the cold plum fragrance stayed with her for the rest of her life.

His father couldn't let it go, so every year in the deep winter, he took off his heavy dragon robe and sat alone in the palace until dawn.

An Jingtong also couldn't let go, but what he couldn't let go was not the Mercy Pavilion in Zhaodu, but his uncle who had stayed in Zhaodu all his life.

If you are cruel to others, you should always be compassionate to yourself.

No matter who you cherish, who you abandon, since that person, you will be happy and free from suffering, no matter how difficult it is to pay.

The author has something to say:

Thank yourself for moving, big kiss mine.

There is also the mine that the radish Ding Ding kissed a long time ago.

They are warm little angels~

Fanwai is too hasty, let's just make do with it first, wait for the fat hand to find an idea, and then come back and change it.

Because the author has a lot of shit, procrastination and difficulty in choosing, so I am really sorry for breaking the update.

Crying and chirping.

The name Zhengpo comes from

Ge Shengmengchu grows in the wild.Yumei dies here, who will be with her?alone!

Ge Shengmeng Chu, stalks and vines in the field.Yumei dies here, who will be with her?Solo!

The corner pillow is bright, and the brocade quilt is rotten.Yumei dies here, who will be with her?Dudan!

Summer day, winter night.After a hundred years old, belong to it!

Winter night, summer day.After one hundred years old, belong to his room!

For Emperor Jing, no matter how affectionate Zheng Luo is for him, after Yuerong, no matter whether he falls in love with Zheng Luo or not, it is difficult to give him his heart.

As for the queen mother, she has suffered from one person all her life.

For Zhengxi, Zhengxuan didn't know any feelings, but because Zhengluo died because of Anran and a few of them, combined with the text, although Zhengxi cared about Anran, he always had a grudge in his heart.

It was because of Yu Yun that An Jingtong had no choice but to accept Zhengxuan.