The new morning is like brilliance, and the air is like dew.
Yanyan breathed the fresh air of ancient times, which was not like the turbidity of her time and space. Breathing shallowly, she could feel the faint fragrance of flowers in the air, which was slightly sweet.
Yanyan, who had just woken up, was suddenly summoned to the Jinluan Palace to meet the emperor. Yanyan was so uneasy that he had to follow Gao Decai, who had summoned him.
I don’t know how many times I walked around the palace, and Yanyan’s feet were already sore. Eunuch Gao, who was leading the way, was silent all the way, leading her to turn left and right. Zai Yanyan felt like she was about to faint.
, he finally stopped, bent down and knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, the maid Xia Yanyan has brought you here."
Bright yellow uniform, dark gold dragon vest, suede boots, bright yellow purse around the waist, a piece of warm jade inlaid on the crown, some looming white hair on the temples, but shining eyes and arrogant raised corners of the mouth.
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Yan Yan stared blankly, wondering why the emperor summoned her so suddenly. The emperor did not speak, but stood expressionlessly at the door with his hands behind his back. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the panting Yan Yan, his eyes dark.
It makes people unable to see the truth clearly, and a heavy pressure weighs on Yan Yan's heart.
"Uh-huh." Gao Decai, who was behind the emperor, coughed lightly when he saw Yanyan standing silently. Yanyan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to kneel down, but his knees were as hard as iron.
It took her a long time to kneel down slowly. She suddenly understood in her heart that she didn't want to kneel to this unpredictable monarch at all. To be precise, she was thinking that anyway, she would die horizontally and vertically, so she might as well stay.
Have some backbone. However, no matter what she thought in her heart, her desire to survive still made her kowtow. There is a saying that if you are born under the roof, you have to bow your head. She just said vaguely, "Give it to me."
Your Majesty, I wish you well. May your Majesty be blessed."
"Get up." The emperor glanced at her lightly, walked to the desk in the palace and sat down, frowning and studying a calligraphy and painting in front of him. Eunuch Gao on the side hurriedly walked to the side to wait on her, raised his head and glanced at her,
Then he lowered his head.
Yan Yan stood up clumsily and glanced at the calligraphy and painting on it. Her heart tightened and she couldn't help being startled. She secretly took a deep breath. There were only two lines of poetry on it, 'No one will die if he suffers in life.
"Leave a heartfelt message in history". She wrote it randomly when she was bored in prison. There is nothing here, no Internet access, no listening to music, and no playing games. In prison, apart from playing the piano, she can write and talk about her feelings.
Thinking that she had been in jail for several days and had not yet made a decision, she suddenly thought of some poems that could express her sincerity after being wronged. She vaguely remembered a poem by Wen Tianxiang in her mind, so she started writing it.
Come down. She didn't even know when what she wrote disappeared, and now it was actually seen by the emperor.
Yan Yan stood aside quietly. The emperor didn't speak, and she couldn't figure out his purpose of summoning her. Maybe it was to declare her death, but if that was the case, he could convict her with an edict and put her in this way.
When summoned, he didn't say anything, which made Yanyan even more uneasy. There is an old saying that a woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of the sea. Yan Yan feels that an emperor's heart is as deep as the bottom of the sea. If you don't pay attention, the needles will spread all over your body.
It was obviously a beautiful morning, but the hall was as quiet as late at night. An invisible pressure pressed on Yan Yan, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
"The handwriting is good." He suddenly said.
"Ah!" Yan Yan was stunned, "Yes, the emperor has given me a reward."
Yan Yan secretly stuck out his tongue in his heart and said with a smile, he has been forced by his grandfather to practice calligraphy since he was a child. How can he write well? When he was a child, he would practice calligraphy after school, and he would practice Guqin during holidays. Grandpa was famous for it.
, a daughter’s family should know how to be polite and be proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The requirements for her are not high, as long as she can know two of them, that’s it, she can write well and play the piano well.
When she came back to her senses, Yan Yan saw that the emperor had put down the banner in his hand at some point, and was leaning back on the chair in a relaxed manner, staring at Hao with sharp eyes. Yan Yan was startled and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
But she still felt that his gaze penetrated her like a sharp sword.
"Did you write this poem?" the emperor asked her calmly.
"Yes." Yanyan answered without even hesitating. No one knew who composed these two poems anyway, so she wasn't afraid of being exposed. In her heart, she kept saying sorry to Wen Tianxiang, you
I will lend my poem to you, and I will return it to you when the time comes.
"Oh." The emperor responded with a long voice, and the room became quiet again.
The silent pressure pressed back on her heart like a water-soaked sandbag. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and Yanyan could only clench her fists hard.
He picked up the banner just now, looked at it twice, and then looked at Yan Yan, "That night, I vaguely remember that the prince said that you have been wandering around since you were a child?"
"Yes." Yanyan nodded.
"Then let me ask you, how come you have learned calligraphy and played the piano well since you were a wanderer since you were a child?" He put down the calligraphy banner in his hand, his eyes were like a torch, and he concentrated on the words in front of him.
Yanyan felt a thump in her heart. She was just making it up at the time. How could she have thought so much? Feeling the sharp gaze above her head, all kinds of emotions were rolling in her heart and quickly cooled down. Yanyan kept searching in her mind.
In addition to the thirty-sixth strategy, an idea flashed through my mind like a lightning strike.
The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Yan, his sharp eyes as sharp as a sword remained. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing, but just stared at her thoughtfully.
"Back to the emperor, my mother is also a lady of the family. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It may be that I have inherited my mother's qualifications and likes these things very much."
"Oh?" The emperor still maintained a calm look on his face, looking at her with a hint of a smile, waiting for her to continue speaking, but that warm smile was colder than ice and snow, and his eyes flashed.
, his eyes were still locked on her.
Yanyan raised her head, met his gaze, and continued to compile, "Because the slave was playful, he ran away secretly. When he came back, a fire had burned down the slave's house, and his father was gone.
My mother is gone too."
As he spoke, tears instantly filled his eyes uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but sob a little, and then said, "Later, I had to go to my uncle's house. My uncle was very good to me because I liked playing the piano and writing, so my uncle did it for me."
The slave bought a piano and pen and ink, and asked the slave's cousin to teach the slave. They lived peacefully like this for a while. But the aunt didn't like the slave, and took advantage of one day when the uncle was not at home, and kicked the slave out. Just like that,
The slave began a life of wandering."
As he finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes. Yanyan tried hard to let them flow down, but they couldn't. Looking at the emperor who was still smiling in front of him, Yanyan continued, "It's precisely because I stayed at my uncle's house."
During that time, the slave can play the piano and learn the calligraphy."
"Haha" Emperor Kangxi suddenly laughed loudly, his eyes instantly piercing Yan Yan, "You remember the past so clearly, don't you remember where your hometown is? It is a capital crime to deceive the emperor."
"I dare not deceive the emperor. I have lived a life of eating one meal and worrying about the next meal since I was a child. I wandered in various places and have long forgotten the name of my hometown. However, because I was in the most painful time at that time,
My uncle's kindness to me is deeply buried in my heart, and I dare not forget it." Under his gaze, Yanyan said these words seriously. The emperor said nothing, just thoughtful.
Staring at her. Looking at his leisurely expression, all kinds of emotions that had been suppressed since just now were beating on Yan Yan's chest like a sea wave.
The emperor stood up from his chair, walked up to Yan Yan with his hands behind his hands, and changed the topic, "You and my two sons get along quite well."
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment and forgot his words for a moment.
"That day, my two sons risked their lives to guarantee you. Didn't you feel shocked?" He looked at her with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Yan Yan could not understand the emperor's intention at all.
"I feel very shocked." His expression changed, his eyes were frighteningly cold, and an uncontrollable deep anger mixed with disappointment emerged in his eyes, and he suppressed it.
Seeing the emperor's sudden cold expression, Yanyan felt that even her own breathing was about to stop. There was a deathly silence in the air, and she could only hear her own rhythmless heartbeat.
The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his back to her, and the majestic and domineering aura of the king radiated from his body. "When I heard that they would vouch for you with their lives, I felt that all my years of hard work would be destroyed in one day."
Yan Yan's heart trembled when he heard this, and there was a sense of fear in his heart. The meaning of the emperor's words was very clear. Her appearance had caused the situation under his control to lose its original direction.
"I admire Lao Qi very much for both his military and political talents. This is one of the reasons why I value him so much. But just like his mother, he is a very emotional person. There are
It may not be a good thing to attach importance to emotions at times. The prince is a gentle and naive person by nature. Although he is not very outstanding in all aspects, none of my sons are mediocre." The emperor seemed to be saying to her, and
Like talking to oneself.
Suddenly he turned around, his eyes like swords, "You are a rare woman, with extraordinary piano skills, superb poetry, and good handwriting. But no matter how rare you are, I can't let you destroy my two sons."
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Yanqing couldn't help but take a step back and clutched her chest tightly. It seemed that he was going to decide to kill her? No matter if she was a spy or not, just because she made his two sons willing to use her.
Their lives were guaranteed for her, just because her appearance had disrupted his careful plan. Therefore, she could not stay.