In the afternoon, news came from the palace that the fourth elder brother Yinzhen and the thirteenth elder brother Yinxiang were sent as imperial envoys to raise funds for disaster relief. At the same time, the eighth elder brother Yinzhen and the ninth elder brother Yinzhen were sent to Henan to meet with local officials.
We are jointly responsible for disaster relief matters and must require proper resettlement of refugees and control the spread of disasters, especially the outbreak of plague.
This time, Prince Yinreng's name did not appear in either fundraising or disaster relief. Obviously Kangxi was very disappointed with his performance in the Ministry of Household Affairs during this period, especially since he himself was also in charge of treasury borrowings. If he wanted to collect debts next
As for the money, the first person to be pointed at is probably the prince.
No one expected that Yinzhen and the others had been away for more than two months and could not come back during the New Year. With Yinzhen away, the girls had no intention of celebrating the New Year and their spirits were low. They only went to Hanyuanju to have dinner together on New Year's Eve.
Had a New Year's Eve dinner
That's all. In addition to going to Nala to talk to Anshun every day, one of the things Ling Ruo must do every day is to read the newspaper delivered to the mansion, hoping to see the news about Yinzhen from it.
, even if it’s just a few words.
Zhongnian came to look for trouble for Ling Ruo several times, but Ling Ruo was careful and had Nala's help, so she didn't catch anything, and there was no danger. Yilan came here often, and it was good to stay there
For a few days, I have to go to Ling every time I come back.
Longge chatted with Lingxi, which was strange to say. Maybe she was really destined to Lingxi. Lingxi, who usually ignored people, would often speak when he was facing her. Although there was no improvement for the time being,
Always a good start.
Rong Yuan still came to the house once a day. The fetus in Ye Xiu's belly gradually stabilized under his careful care. Although she still couldn't get out of bed, she could sit on the head of the bed for a while leaning on the soft pillow. She was now
After eight months, the child has a high chance of surviving even if it is born now.
As for Li's side, Rong Yuan once accidentally mentioned when taking Ling Ruo's pulse that Li's pulse was a bit strange. She was obviously more than six months pregnant, but her pulse sometimes felt like June.
It was like May, which he couldn't understand.
The only surprise was that on the sixth day of the first lunar month, Li Dequan summoned Ling Ruo to the South Study Room on Kangxi's order. This was the first time Kangxi summoned Ling Ruo after the draft, and it was also the first time the emperor specially summoned an emperor who didn't even have a name.
Concubine Fujin, who had been recorded in the royal family, had a lot of guesses for a while, and only a few people had a vague guess.
Ling Ruo followed Li Dequan to the South Study Room anxiously. The South Study Room was located in the southwest corner of the Qianqing Palace. It was a confidential place for Kangxi to study, criticize, and discuss affairs. Since its establishment in the 16th year of Kangxi's reign, every day there were Hanlin academicians appointed by Kangxi.
On duty, such as Xiong Cilu, Zhang Tingyu, etc.
After ordering the young eunuch to serve the newly brewed Yuqian Longjing, Li Dequan lowered his hand and said, "The emperor will come over later. Please wait here for Ling Fujin. If you have anything else to do, please leave first."
"Thank you, Eunuch Li." Li Dequan was a celebrity around Kangxi. Ling Ruo did not dare to neglect and returned the courtesy immediately. After Li Dequan left, she carefully looked at the South Study Room, which was a confidential place even in the Forbidden City.
It is said that this place is not allowed to be entered by those who are not Chongban noble purlins, and those close to the superior are not allowed to enter. I don’t know why Kangxi chose this place to summon her.
This place is much wider than Yinzhen's study. There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, most of which are original works from the previous dynasties. Any one of them is worth thousands of gold. Ling Ruo let out a light ejection when he saw one of the paintings.
There is nothing else but one
A woman with a stunning face, not surrounded by pearls and emeralds, but with a noble appearance. What was surprising was that this woman was fifty-six times similar to her, which reminded her of what Concubine Rong had said. Could this person be her?
Queen Xiaochengren?
The woman in the painting is obviously smiling, but Ling Ruo feels a sense of sadness, and the longer she looks at it, the more obvious the feeling becomes. Behind the smile is indescribable sorrow, as if she is an abandoned immortal in the world with no one.
Ask.
This made her confused. Empress Xiaochengren was the granddaughter of Sony, the first of the four ministers during the Shunzhi period. When she was thirteen years old, she married Kangxi, who had ascended the throne as emperor. After the wedding, the husband and wife played in harmony and had a deep love for each other.
, although there are three palaces and six courtyards,
No one can match the status of Empress Xiaochengren in the heart of the emperor. After her death, the emperor was even more grief-stricken and wrote countless sincere eulogies. I wonder how many women in the world envied him. Why was he still so sad?
It's really puzzling.
"You're here." Ling Ruo was so entranced that she didn't even know when Kangxi came. She didn't come back to her senses until she heard a vigorous voice in her ears. She turned around and saw that she was wearing a bright yellow brocade.
Kangxi, who was wearing a satin robe embroidered with five claws and a golden dragon, was looking at him with bright eyes.
"Niu Hulu and Ling Ruo meet the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor." Ling Ruo hurriedly carried out the handkerchief and gave a grand ceremony to see him. Although it was not the first time he saw him, he still felt uneasy in front of this Ninety-Five Supreme Being.
"Get up." Kangxi waved his hand and said with a smile: "The last time I saw you was in the 43rd year of Kangxi's reign. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. How about you, are you in the Fourth Mansion?"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. My slave is very good." Ling Ruo stared at her toes nervously, not daring to raise her head. "I wonder what your Majesty's instructions are for summoning this slave?" She was a concubine in Fujin, and according to the rules, she could only call herself a slave.
"Nothing." Kangxi saw her nervousness, sat down behind the desk and opened a book of The Analects of Confucius and said, "I just had a sudden whim. I thought of your flute sound that night. I really want to hear it again. Can you play it again?"
Play a song for me?"
Ling Ruo's heart relaxed, she pursed her lips and smiled softly, taking out the jade flute that Kangxi had given her in the past, and stroking the warm flute body with her fingers, "When Eunuch Li came to deliver the order, I thought that I would have the opportunity to play for the emperor again."
I sang this song to express my gratitude to the Emperor for giving me the flute, so I brought the jade flute with me. I never thought that I had brought the right flute with me."
Kangxi nodded slightly, stroking the gray beard under his chin and said: "Let's play the song "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand"." He was obviously talking to Ling Ruo, but his eyes fell on the woman in the painting for a long time, showing a look of nostalgia.
It was the sixth day of the first lunar month of that year. In the blink of an eye, forty-five years had passed since that incident happened, and I had also changed from an eight-year-old child to a fifty-three-year-old man...
Ling Ruo didn't know this, so she took a deep breath and played the flute, circling around the plain, and the scene of the flying geese falling and circling came again with the sound, until when the song fell, the shadows of the geese were vaguely visible in front of her eyes. People are sentimental,
Only by playing the music can the true meaning of the music be brought out. This is a skill that no matter how good a musician is, cannot imitate. This is also the reason why Kangxi liked to listen to her playing music.
Seeing that Kangxi was always staring at the person in the painting without saying a word, Ling Ruo took the opportunity to ask: "Is she the emperor's wife?"
"No, it's an old friend." Kangxi's answer surprised Ling Ruo. That person was not Queen Xiaochengren? Concubine Rong clearly said that she looked like Queen Xiaochengren. She had no reason to lie to herself before she died.
If not Empress Xiaochengren, who could this person be that allowed Kangxi to put her portrait in the study.
"Do you feel that you look a bit like her?" Seeing Ling Ruo nodding, Kangxi stood up and walked to the painting. His fingers gently touched the clothes of the woman in the painting. There was endless nostalgia in his eyes, "Except Fang'er, you are the one I see."
The person who lives the most like her." There is another saying from Kangxi
He didn't say that Ling Ruo's expression when she was playing the flute was exactly the same as hers. Even he had the illusion for a moment that everything was still forty-five years ago, when he was watching the flowers blooming and falling outside in the Yanxi Palace.
Listening to my aunt play the piano and flute, I am very happy.
Fang'er? Isn't that the maiden name of Queen Hesheli? Even Queen Hesheli looks like her, who is she? According to Kangxi's words, this person seems to be a concubine from the Shunzhi period. Ling Ruo is full of curiosity.
He asked insinuatingly: "Does the Emperor miss her very much?"
Kangxi Qingqu's face showed a bitter smile, "What can I do? I will never see you again. That's all. Let's not talk about it. You can play the flute, but what about the piano? Can you play it?"
Seeing that Kangxi didn't want to say more, Ling Ruo smartly didn't ask any more questions and lowered her eyes and said, "I can play a little, but I'm not good at it."
"As long as you know how to play." Kangxi clapped his hands, and immediately a young eunuch came in with the Yao Qin in his arms. After he stepped back, he motioned to Ling Ruo to play a piece of music at will.
Putting her hand on the strings, without much thought, a song "Ruoxianxixi" came out easily. It was her favorite song. It was composed by Ji Kang, the leader of the Seven Bamboo Sages of the Jin Dynasty, and it was the same as "Guangling San"
It has been famous for thousands of years, and its music and its meaning are loved by many literati.
Kangxi didn't care at first, but when he heard what happened later, his color changed suddenly, and his hands behind his back were shaking slightly. How could it be? How could it be such a coincidence? He would never forget that this song was his aunt's favorite song during her lifetime, and he had listened to it more than once
I heard her play it before, but I didn't expect that Ling Ruo would choose a song for the first time. All the people who served my aunt in those days have passed away, and it is impossible for anyone to know except myself. Could it be that her aunt has really appeared?
Ling Ruo, who was concentrating on playing the piano, never noticed Kangxi's excitement. She was immersed in the music.
For you, I will be stained with all the mortal world and all my sorrow will be gone. I only hope that you and I can cherish each other until we grow old...
"Do you also like this song "If We Cherish Each Other"?" After the last piano note fell, Kangxi suppressed the excitement in his chest and asked.
"Yes." Ling Ruo didn't know what was on Kang Xi's mind. After getting up, she smiled lightly and said, "I liked this piece of music the first time I heard it. Does the Emperor like it too?"
Kangxi smiled and said nothing, and looked at Ling Ruo with an increasingly gentle look. The theory of reincarnation was illusory, but at this moment, he would rather believe that it was true.