"Aunt...two lives...Ling Ruo..." At this time, Kangxi, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly murmured a few words vaguely. His eyes did not open, and it was obviously unconscious words. Ling Ruo listened to his lips.
It took a while before she could clearly hear these words in the repeated words. Except for her own name, she did not understand the meaning of the other words.
Li Dequan gently twisted a piece of facecloth to wipe Kangxi's still hot cheek and said to the thoughtful Ling Ruo: "Fu Jin heard it. The emperor kept saying the same words when he was in a coma due to illness. Among them was Fujin's
name, so the old slave was just acting on the emperor’s orders and did not falsely pass on the edict.”
Ling Ruo frowned and whispered: "Eunuch, do you know who the aunt the emperor is talking about is?" She only knew that Kangxi's biological mother was Empress Xiaokangzhang, but she didn't know who this aunt was, but she could be called by Kangxi.
As an aunt, she should undoubtedly be the late emperor's concubine.
Li Dequan sighed, sat down on a small table and said, "I don't know much about this. I just overheard the emperor mention it once. When he was a child, he was cared for by an empress in Yanxi Palace. He also said that she was Xiaocheng.
Empress Ren's aunt
, the two look very similar." When he said this, he frowned and said: "But the old slave went to check, and the jade certificate did not record that the late emperor had a person related to Queen Xiaochengren or whose surname was Hesheli.
The concubine is really puzzling."
Empress Xiaochengren... thinking these words secretly, Ling Ruo suddenly thought of the portrait of Kangxi hanging in the imperial study. She originally thought it was the portrait of Empress Xiaochengren, but now it seems that is not the case.
Empress Xiaochengren was favored by Kangxi throughout her life. Although she was an emperor and concubine, she was like a folk couple who shared the same love and affection. Even after she left, she was still remembered by Kangxi throughout her life. Such a woman should not be like the person in the painting.
Sadness and melancholy.
Perhaps they had always taken it for granted that the person in the painting was not Empress Xiao Chengren, but the aunt who was similar to her but whose name could not be found on the jade certificate.
Just as he was lost in thought, Li Dequan suddenly asked: "Does Fujin believe in the theory of reincarnation?" Without waiting for Ling Ruo's answer, he added: "The old slave has seen such a passage in the Buddhist scriptures that the emperor read: six paths of reincarnation, three reincarnations.
The good path and the three evil paths are all the paths of reincarnation for all living beings. The fate of this life is over, but in the next life, a flower similar to this life will bloom, endlessly."
Outside the window, there was bright sunlight, as bright as gold, shining brightly through the window screen of the same color as sky and water. "My father-in-law is saying, does the emperor think that I am Empress Xiaochengren or a flower that the empress of Yanxi Palace bloomed in another life?"
"
In the copper basin, the ice cubes are slowly melting, and thin water droplets drip across the patterns carved on the ice cubes and drip into the copper basin, making a soft "tick" and "tick" sound.
"Maybe, I don't dare to lie." After saying that, he stood up, took out the Zizhu Xiao that Ling Ruo had played last time from a hidden compartment of the rosewood cabinet and handed it to her: "The Emperor likes to listen to Fujin the most.
Play the flute, even though I'm asleep now, I think I'll still be able to hear this sound, and maybe my illness will get better faster."
Ling Ruo nodded, and after Li Dequan went out, he put the flute under his lips, and a song "Qiao Qiao Qiao" came to his mind. This song was originally a guqin song, and was later adapted into a flute song, but it is mostly used in the qin and flute ensemble.
, it is rare to play alone, but it is a pity that no one can join in at the moment.
This song adopts the form of dialogue between a fisherman and a woodcutter. It uses rising and falling tunes to show the leisurely and contented attitude of the fishermen and woodcutter. It has a sense of elegance and ease, which makes people yearn for the life of the fishermen and woodcutter. As the saying goes, "the gains and losses of a thousand years are right and wrong."
, it’s just a matter of paying the fishermen and woodcutter.”
Ling Ruo hoped that this song could open up the knot of depression in Kangxi's chest and help his condition improve as soon as possible.
Kangxi didn't know how long he had been drifting in the darkness in a daze, until a faint sound of the flute came into his ears, making him unconsciously follow the sound of the flute. The sound of the flute was long and clear, becoming increasingly clear.
At the same time, he also found the only light in the darkness.
When he came to the end of the light, there was a bright light in front of him. The dazzling light made him close his eyes involuntarily. At this time, in addition to the sound of the flute, there was a child's laughter in his ears. The familiar voice made Kangxi tremble all over.
Can't wait to open my eyes.
The snow is falling one after another in the endless plum grove, and the plum blossoms have turned into the most beautiful and holy color in this silver snow world. In the plum grove, a beautiful woman is standing alone in the plum grove, holding a flute, and there is another person beside her.
A boy about seven or eight years old wearing a sable cap is having fun.
Just one glance made Kangxi, who was in charge of the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people in the world, almost shed tears. He was very familiar with this scene, especially the boy running cheering in the snow, because... that was him!
Auntie... He called the name excitedly and wanted to get closer, but no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to move his body. He could only watch everything close at hand, but unable to reach out and touch it. The world is so close... it is always the end of the world.
ah!
The boy was running so happily that he accidentally tripped over the thick snow and fell to the ground. His whole body was buried in the snow. The woman quickly squatted down and picked him up. She brushed the snow off his body and asked, "What's going on?"
?Have you ever been hurt by a fall?"
The boy wiped off the snow on his face, puffed out his chest and said, "Xuan Ye is a manly man. If he bleeds and doesn't shed tears, he won't be afraid of a little pain!"
The woman smiled at what he said, stretched out her hand and scratched his straight nose and said: "What a man, then you must remember that no matter how great the difficulties are in the future, you must keep moving forward. Never
Fall down."
The woman was obviously talking to Xiao Xuanye, but her eyes were looking in the direction of Kangxi with a smile, as if she could see his existence.
At the same time, a voice sounded in Kangxi's heart: Xuan Ye, life is the best kind of temper, with suffering and sorrow, but as long as you bravely go through it, you will become the bravest person in the world. Nothing else can
Knock you down!
In the blink of an eye, it felt like tens of millions of years had passed. When I opened my eyes again, the snow scene, the plum forest, and the woman were no longer there. Only the sound of the flute kept ringing in my ears.
His consciousness returned to his body, and Kangxi knew who was playing the flute without opening his eyes. In the whole world, only her flute sound was the most similar to that of his aunt. Two flowers - maybe two flowers can bloom in this world.
Similar flowers come.
"Your Majesty, are you awake?" After the song ended, Ling Ruo found that Kangxi had opened his eyes at some point, and hurriedly poured a cup of warm tea from the jade pot on the table, and brought it to the bed. Seeing him open his eyes slightly,
He opened his mouth and quickly helped him up knowingly and drank half a cup. Then he placed a few brocade cushions behind him so that he could half-sit on the head of the bed.
"When did you come?" Kangxi asked. When he learned that Li Dequan had used words in his dream to convey that Ling Ruo had entered the palace, he just scolded him as "a dog slave" and gave up. Obviously, he did not really blame him.
[Author's digression]: Well, thank you so much for your hard work to help me activate the book review area. You have worked really hard. Most people can't do it. Thank you very much.