The fifth day of the twelfth lunar month in the eleventh year of Yongzheng's reign.
Heavy snow has been falling for several days. Prince Heshuo Hengke's aunt Tatala Wanyue was lying weakly on the bed. The heavy snow fell sporadically on the window, making a rustling sound. Wanyue looked outside through the window.
Her eyes were a little dizzy, and she saw that the sky was very overcast. Although the wind was not strong, the cotton robe she wore seemed to be fluttering. The hand stove had lost its remaining warmth, and the room she lived in was quiet.
Quietly, the two women who were waiting for her have long disappeared.
Wanyue moved her body and prepared to stand up. Her body was limp and trembling. There was a crutch standing beside the bed. Wanyue walked slowly over, picked it up, and put it on her wrinkled hands. The crutch was cold in her hands.
, a chill came from the palm of her hand, giving Wanyue the feeling of holding an ice cube.
Wanyue walked to the dressing table with a cane and tremblingly, looked at herself in the mirror, and laughed twice to herself. The woman in the mirror had thinning hair, her oval-shaped face was much thinner, and her face was covered with wrinkles.
Full of fine lines.
The rouge and gouache on the dressing table that had not been used for a long time had bottomed out, and her eyes were moist for a moment. Wanyue knew that since her husband Yinqi passed away a year ago, there is no place for her in this mansion. In addition,
After Yinqi's mother-in-law, Emperor Kangxi's favorite concubine Yifei, passed away three months ago, she no longer had anyone to protect her, so the maids in the mansion bullied her unscrupulously.
This old woman has a problem.
Thinking of this, Wanyue felt sad and burst into tears. After calming down, she wiped away the tears on her face, spread a light layer of powder on her face, and applied a thin layer on her dry lips.
Oral fat.
Even in her dying years, she still wanted to maintain her dignity and respectability as the direct descendant of Fujin. She wanted to take one last look at this palace. She supported the edge of the dressing table and sat up. There was already a trace of residual warmth on the stool.
She shuddered, then used all her strength to hold onto the crutches and walked out of the door.
People had not yet swept away the snow in the palace, and there was still pile of snow on the ground. As soon as her feet stepped on it, they would sink half a foot deep. She walked slowly, taking a few steps, and when she turned around, the path she had just taken was blurry again.
Not clear.
She leaned on crutches and stood in the snow, looking at every brick, tile, plant and tree in the palace with a kind of pity.
Suddenly, she turned her eyes and saw a familiar figure walking from another corridor. The dazzling court uniform made him look particularly conspicuous.
Among Yinzheng's children, his second son Aixinjueluo Honghao is the one who looks most like him. It's no wonder that he dotes on Fujin Guarjiayinan so much. Honghao also inherited the title of prince and was appointed by Yongzheng.
The emperor canonized him as Prince Heshuo Hengke.
Wanyue secretly lamented that Guarjia Yinan's life was better than hers. Yinan gave birth to four sons and one daughter, and two of her sons survived to adulthood. But Wanyue's own eldest son died young, and her second child was miscarried.
I am old this year and feel lonely.
When Wanyue was young, she was the daughter of Zhang Baozhu, a fifth-rank civil servant in the capital. Ama's official position was in the middle, so she grew up well-dressed and well-fed, and she had a good appearance. When her relatives saw her, they all praised her appearance.
When he grows up, he is destined to be rich and noble.
Sure enough, when she reached the age of marriage, she was given marriage to Aixinjueluo Yinqi, the fifth son of Emperor Kangxi, as his direct descendant Fujin.
On the fifteenth day of the third month in the thirty-sixth year of Kangxi, Wanyue married Yinzhi, and the daughter of a fifth-ranking official actually married the fifth son of the emperor. This was bound to cause a sensation in Beijing, and everyone said that she was lucky! After all, Kangxi
The emperor's other princes' direct descendants, Fujin, were all much more noble than her.
Although she was destined to be a noble woman, she did marry the prince and became the royal daughter-in-law. However, she was timid and timid and did not dare to accept the favor. She thought that she would be safe by being a quail in the backyard, but she even
She didn't protect her children well, and she just regretted this marriage.
After more than 30 years in the huge palace, Wanyue felt that she was unable to resist this life-threatening winter. She barely struggled to open her eyelids and couldn't explain the complicated feelings in her heart. She just felt that this life was too long.
Too frustrating.
She took some empty steps, but the snow was still falling, and every piece of snow fell sadly. Her feet stepped on the snow, and gradually made no sound...
Her eyes gradually closed. If there was an afterlife, she would just be happy with each other and have a pair of children.
Drowsily, Wanyue felt a maid next to her push her twice. But she ignored it. She felt so tired. Even if she died, she just wanted to close her eyes and have a good sleep.
The maid next to her saw that she didn't move. Instead, she stood aside and looked closely at the sleeping Qi Fujin, who was wearing a red hijab. She couldn't believe that this young lady acted like this on such an important day.
It wasn't until the young lady's dowry, Grandma Wang, pushed open the door and entered that she stopped looking at it.
Grandma Wang didn't blame her. Even she, the dowry mother, was confused by the behavior of her young lady falling asleep on her wedding day.
She frowned and pushed her young lady's back, "Miss, please don't go to bed yet. You haven't picked up your hijab yet. Five Belles will come over soon and see you sleeping first, so they will probably be unhappy."
Wanyue was sleeping hazy, and a sudden word made her sit up in her dying dream.
She sat up slowly, and what she saw was the scarlet silk satin covering her head. She raised her hand and threw it aside. She looked at the furnishings in the room in surprise. The room was full of red damask and satin, and red candles were swaying.
Vermilion brocade quilt and bed curtains, exquisitely crafted rosewood tables and chairs, and happy words posted on the window lattice...
The layout of this room felt both familiar and strange to her. She didn't understand what was going on. She thought she was still in a dream, so she raised her hand and pinched her arm. It hurt! This was not an illusion!
She tilted her head, and the two people next to the bed looked at her with doubts. After seeing one of them clearly, her hands began to shake slightly, "Mother Wang, why are you here?"
Wanyue remembered very clearly that Grandma Wang died of illness a few years after following her into the palace. Seeing her here now made her uneasy and uneasy.
Grandma Wang was looking at her. When she heard Wanyue ask, she hurriedly replied: "Miss, I am your dowry maid. Today is your wedding, so I have to serve you."
The words "big wedding" reached Wanyue's ears, making her tremble with fear.
"Wedding?" She looked incredulous. She walked up to Grandma Wang, her eyes full of doubts and wanted to ask for confirmation, "Is this the fifth elder brother's house?"
Grandma Wang looked at her young lady's astonished look and nodded dully. She didn't know why the young lady asked like this, "Miss, the fifth elder brother sealed Baylor last year, and now this is the mansion of the fifth Baylor. Today it is you who enters."
Have you forgotten the days of the government?"
The corners of Wanyue's mouth twitched, and a thought flashed through her mind. Could it be that, as in the play, the dead can still be reborn?
A glimmer of light instantly flashed in her dark eyes: I was reborn?!
