Ling Ruo tightened her cloak tightly and walked in this plum forest. The snowy night was when the plum blossoms were in full bloom. The cold wind was always filled with refreshing fragrance. The snow fell silently on the petals, making the flowers more colorful.
It is bright red and crystal clear, just like a gem carefully carved by craftsmen.
Along the way, there was silence all around, and the slightest sound of stepping on the snow was infinitely amplified by this silence...
The draft will be held in two days. On that day, she will do everything she can to win the emperor's attention and love in order to have a place in the palace. Until now, neither Amma nor Er knew that she had changed her mind and was still at home.
Waiting for her to return.
I would like to be a beautiful woman, not to lose the country or the city, but to spend everything I have to live the life I want...
This was a wish she made on New Year's Eve last year. She thought it was a wish that was within reach, but now she realized that it was an extravagant wish that could never be achieved.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't even know there was another person behind me until a deep male voice sounded in my ears: "Who are you?"
Ling Ruo was startled and almost lost the wind lantern in his hand. He turned around and used the weak light in his hand to look at the person. He was an old man with a thin body and a pale face, wearing a silver-gray cloak.
, inside is
The maroon silk cotton brocade robe was embroidered with the Tuanfu Ruyi pattern with black silk thread. What impressed Ling Ruo the most was those eyes, which were clear and wise, as if they could see through other people's thoughts, without the turbidity and haziness that should be expected at this age.
When Ling Ruo's face was clearly displayed in front of him, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. He stayed in place and stared blankly at that familiar face. How could it be? How could it be so similar? The facial features and expression were so similar.
She in the year of marriage? Could it be that she really had a spiritual appearance?
"Fang'er..." He murmured, and stretched out his hand to touch the face that he had never forgotten, but he woke up when he saw her fearful look. An inch away, but it seemed like a lifetime away.
It's not her after all...
She looks like Fang'er and her aunt, but she is not them after all...
Sighing slowly dissipated in my heart, I took my hand back and looked at the snowflakes I accidentally held in my palm, with unspeakable disappointment gathering in my eyes.
Although his voice was very soft, Ling Ruo still heard it, Fang'er - who is this, who is he?
Being able to enter and exit the forbidden areas of the palace, and being of this age and having a beard, could it be that... Ling Ruo's heart twitched fiercely, and she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from screaming in surprise.
After barely regaining her composure, she bowed deeply and said, "The beautiful lady Ling Ruo comes to see the Emperor. I wish the Emperor good fortune and peace."
"Are you the show girl this year?" There was an unfathomable majesty in the faint voice.
Ling Ruo didn't dare to get up when she didn't hear the shout, so she whispered: "That's exactly what you said when you return to the emperor."
"Get up." Even though he knew it wasn't true, his breathing still stagnated when he saw her face. In the whole world, only the two of them could influence him like this, and they remained unchanged even after decades. Kangxi was deeply moved.
He took a deep breath to suppress the throbbing in his heart, looked at her with twinkling eyes, and said with a half-smile, "You are very discerning and did not mistake me for an old eunuch."
Ling Ruo tried hard to force out a smile, but she was so nervous that she forced out a smile that was as ugly as a crying face. "The emperor's natural beauty is beyond comparison with ordinary people. No matter how clumsy a commoner's daughter is, she will never mistake him for a eunuch."
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Kangxi smiled and walked past her into the depths of the plum forest. Ling Ruo didn't dare to ask any more questions, let alone leave, so she had to follow Kangxi step by step. After walking for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage to ask: "The emperor often comes here.
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Kangxi stopped, looked around and said, "When I can't sleep, I come here for a walk. Do you know the name of this plum forest?"
"I don't know." Ling Ruo answered truthfully.
"It's called Jie Lin. There is a pool just past here, called Lin Yuan Pool." He turned around, but his eyes did not fall on Ling Ruo, but looked towards the unknown distance, his eyes filled with deep emotions.
of remembrance.
"Ling Yuan is a fish, it's better to retreat and get married." Ling Ruo thought of this sentence almost subconsciously.
The deep gaze seemed to come from across thousands of years, gradually condensing on Ling Ruo, silently repeating Ling Ruo's words "It's better to retreat and get married", and smiled sadly for a long time: "Maybe that was her mood at that time
Bar."
She? Ling Ruo was quite curious in her heart, what kind of person could make the Emperor, the Supreme Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, miss him so much, but she knew that this was not the question she should ask.
"When the queen was still here, I often walked here with her." The light snow fell on the face, making it slightly cold.
"Is this Empress Xiaochengren?" Ling Ruo raised his head and asked softly, everything about this emperor flashed silently in his heart. Although he had three queens in succession, the one with the deepest affection was the young empress Xiaochengren.
The couple were childhood sweethearts. When Empress Xiaochengren passed away thirty years ago, the emperor mourned greatly and quit the court for five days. The whole country mourned with him. The surviving son Yinreng was named the crown prince as soon as he turned one year old.
Kangxi nodded and suddenly said: "Can you do it?"
"You know a little bit, but you can't be considered proficient." Before he finished speaking, Kangxi was heard high-fiving, and an elderly eunuch emerged from the darkness and respectfully handed a jade flute decorated with Ruyi silk ribbon to Ling Ruo.
, it was Li Dequan, the eunuch in charge who had served Kangxi for decades.
"Play a song for me." The voice came through the snow curtain, revealing a touch of loneliness.
Ling Ruo silently took the jade flute, and after thinking about it for a while, she already had some thoughts in her mind. She raised the flute to her lips, and the sound of the flute echoed in the silent plum forest.
The tune rises and falls three times, at first it looks like the return of wild geese, with the misty clouds in the sky, and the geese are moving and chirping in harmony, disappearing and appearing suddenly, as if they are coming or going. When they want to fall, they look back and circle in the sky;
It is about to fall. It makes a sound and sweeps diagonally around the island three times. As it falls, one calls and the other responds. They form a group of three or five, flying and making food. They are in the right place. The male and female follow, and the male and female give way, and they can taste it.
Yan.
The song "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand" seems to bring people to the sky, where they can watch the geese circling in the sky. It is euphemistic, smooth, meaningful and fresh. Even Li Dequan, who does not understand rhythm, was fascinated by it.
After the last syllable slowly fell, Ling Ruo held the flute in front of her and bowed to Kangxi who was still closing her eyes to contemplate it: "I'll make the emperor laugh."
Kangxi slowly opened his eyes and said with a hint of smile: "Your flute skills are very good, even better than the musicians in the palace. It's not about the technique but the kind of artistic conception you play."
It was a casual sentence, but he didn't expect that after listening to the song, it unexpectedly made him feel a lot less depressed. He had not seen that kind of peace and nature for many years. Xiao Xiao, whose eyes fell on Ling Ruofengzhi, smiled lightly and said
: "I'll give this flute to you. Keep it safe and play it to me in the future. It's very late and you should go back. It's dark and the roads are slippery, so I asked Li Dequan to give it to you."
Ling Ruo was about to thank her, when suddenly a hand appeared on her face. The unfamiliar temperature made her have the urge to escape, but she could not escape or disobey the will of the Supreme Being who holds the world.
"Do you want to enter the palace?" he asked, gentler than ever before, and there was even a bit of hope in his eyes.
His palms were thickly calloused from years of riding and shooting, so rough and hot that they were completely different from Rong Yuan's.
For a long time, she smiled, very brightly, like a startled dragon passing through the dark night, rubbing the lines on his palm and saying word by word: "Ling Ruo wants to stay with the emperor for the rest of his life and never be separated."
The still water runs deep, and the Sheng plays songs; in this life, there is no way back...