Now that you have entered the royal family, you are destined to not be able to live a peaceful life. Suffering and torture will inevitably follow you. Only by experiencing these can you see the most brilliant sunshine; but there are many people who fail to take this road and end up lost in the endless darkness.
However, too much hatred and resentment will only destroy yourself.
Secretly, he always hopes that this woman who looks so much like his aunt will be more blessed than her, and will not be on the road of no return due to incomprehensible resentments. Alas, every time he thinks of his aunt committing suicide in the cold palace, he can't help but
There was a sigh of relief. The most regretful thing in his life was that he could not fulfill his filial piety to his parents. Neither the emperor nor his mother nor his aunt gave him this opportunity.
How could Ling Ruo not understand the meaning of Kangxi's words? She did resent Yinzhen at first, hating him for indirectly killing their child, but after getting along with her these days, especially during the days when she was pretending to be crazy.
, she gradually felt relieved. Many things were not what Yinzhen wanted. He was just blinded by certain people and certain things.
She leaned down and said in a gentle voice: "I understand, Your Majesty, please rest assured."
"That's good." Kangxi was very satisfied with her answer. He stroked the neatly tied braids behind his back and said softly: "As for that child... I intend to posthumously title her the Lord of Heshuo County and give her the title of Jiyue.
I, the royal grandfather, must do my best for her."
Ling Ruo was startled and then burst into tears of joy. According to royal rules, if an heir under the age of one dies in infancy, he will not be given a title in the order of his birth, but his name will only be recorded in the clan book.
To put it bluntly, he is the lonely ghost of the royal family. It would be better if he had a name, otherwise he would not be able to enjoy the worship of his relatives. Whenever he thought of his miserable child, Ling Ruo felt blocked. Now Kangxi made an exception and gave him
How could she not be excited about the child's sorrow and honor that was unimaginable to others?
In the Qing Dynasty, only the emperor's daughter could be called Princess Gu Lun or Princess Heshuo. The daughters of other princes and nobles were all called Princess, and Princess was divided into five grades. The first grade was the daughter of the prince, called "Heshuo".
"Shuogege" The child born to the direct wife is the princess, and the child born to the side wife is the princess.
Kangxi gave the granddaughter he had never met the greatest honor and favor. A Heshuo County Lord was enough for her to enjoy the royal fireworks, and she was no longer a helpless ghost.
Ling Ruo burst into tears, banged her forehead heavily on the gold brick as smooth as a mirror, and cried: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the name! Thank you, Your Majesty, for showing mercy. I will thank you, Your Majesty, on behalf of my child!"
Jiyue... my child, you heard it, this is the title given by your grandpa personally, Jiyue... Jiyue... my child!
Thinking of this, Ku Lingruo cried so much that she couldn't help but kowtowed. Apart from that, she didn't know how else to express her gratitude to Kangxi. Kangxi had so many emperors and grandsons, but only one named Gangxi was named after him.
She felt sorry for her granddaughter who died at birth but also wanted to comfort herself. How could Ling Ruo not be grateful?
"Get up." Kangxi pulled her up from the ground. Seeing that her forehead was bruised and bleeding, he shouted: "Li Dequan!"
Li Dequan, who had been waiting outside, heard Kangxi calling him, and quickly walked in through the small red lacquered door next to him, and said respectfully: "I'm here, my servant. What are your orders from the emperor?"
"Go and get that bottle of white jade muscle-boosting ointment for treating trauma." Kangxi ordered. Li Dequan moved very quickly, and soon he brought over a delicate small porcelain bottle.
Kangxi took it in his hand, squinted and used a thin silver stick to pick out some fragrant ointment and applied it to Ling Ruo's head. This ointment was very magical. As soon as it was applied, blood was still slowly oozing out.
The wound stopped and began to heal.
After carefully applying a few layers, Kangxi threw the porcelain bottle into Li Dequan's arms and said with a smile: "Thankfully my eyes haven't become blurry yet, otherwise I wouldn't know where to apply it."
Hearing this, Li Dequan apologized and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is at the peak of his power in the Spring and Autumn Period. How can he be dazzled by his sharp eyes? He is also like a slave. Yesterday, he accidentally broke a porcelain bowl because of his dazzled eyes."
Kangxi smiled slightly, with a somewhat forlorn look, "I know my body best. After all, I am in my fifties and almost sixty. My body and bones can't be compared with when I was young. It is only a matter of time before my eyesight grows old. People will eventually grow old.
That day."
Ling Ruo heard the disappointment in his words and knew that even the emperor, who was destined to be famous throughout the ages, was afraid of life, old age, illness and death when he felt his aging body, and immediately said with relief: "The emperor is the emperor, long live the emperor."
"If you live a long life without any boundaries, there is no such thing as growing old."
"Long live?" Kangxi smiled and waved his hands and said: "Wouldn't it be an old monster to live for ten thousand years? I have never thought about it, let alone there is no immortal person in the world. Just look at the Emperor Qin back then.
Everyone is mortal, and the emperor is no exception. Sixty
Sixty years old, seventy old, eighty old, one hundred years old." When saying this, there was a bit of warmth in Qingming's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and he soon returned to calm, and said with relief: I am
, I will be satisfied if I can live to be seventy years old.”
Li Dequan heard the words and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please don't say that. You are blessed with profound blessings. Not to mention seventy, you can get a hundred years at your fingertips. I can expect to serve you for many more years."
Kangxi smiled and said nothing. He didn't care too much about how long he could live. The emperor was always the emperor on earth and could not live forever. He was just worried about whose hands his huge empire would be handed over a hundred years later.
Although the crown prince was restored, his heart was not completely settled, and he was even confused. Is the crown prince really the successor he was looking for? Can he shoulder this extremely heavy responsibility?
Every time he thought about this, Kangxi was silent for a while. Being a father and son for more than thirty years was enough for him to understand Yinreng's temperament. Although his appearance was very similar to his own when he was young, his temperament was not quite the same.
In the distance, the wind rose from the ground, rattling the iron horses on the eaves in the quiet night. Kangxi woke up from his meditation. He walked to the long sunken wood window and took a look at the night outside. He didn't know when the moon and stars would shine.
Covered by dark clouds, it was as dark as ink outside, and the light from the silk-red palace lanterns was forced to illuminate only a few feet in the surrounding darkness.
"It's going to rain." As soon as Kangxi finished speaking, the place illuminated by the palace lantern could see the water droplets falling out of thin air. They joined together thinly and fell into the stream surrounding Chunhui Hall, creating layers of ripples.
In my ears I could hear the rustle of rain hitting the leaves.
The rainy scene under the candlelight on a quiet night looks incredibly beautiful...
"I haven't heard you play the flute for a long time." Kangxi said this, his eyes still falling in the night rain, never looking back, "Li Dequan, go get the flute."
"Hey!" Li Dequan said softly and left. When he came back, he already had a purple bamboo flute in his hand.