Extra one apricot blossoms, spring rain, juvenile smile
Extra two a window bright moon curtain full of frost
Extra three chilly plum fall, tears with the wind
Extra four the nine heavy three halls who is a friend
Extra five the past which can look back again
Here only the first few sections, temporarily quench everyone's thirst. Oh
One, apricot blossom spring rain
Yongzheng four years.
Spring is still cold, the girl is timid and afraid of the cold, still wearing a jacket, but Chenghuan has defied the Sister's discouragement, changed into a rouge red spring shirt, she is also active, do not like heavy headdress, behind the back of the Sister, forcing the maid to pull a simple small huanchuan bun.
The afternoon is the time to practice the zither, but Mr. teaching, head to the zither, fell asleep.
Cheng Huan snickered and took the ruler to poke the teacher, outside the window, a boy with sparse eyebrows and a mischievous face laughed, "Don't play with it, you won't be able to leave if you wake him up."
Cheng Huan made a face at him and said, "I gave him a sufficient amount of medicine, he can't wake up without two or three hours of sleep." Taking a brush, she drew a huffing sleeping turtle on the gentleman's forehead, lifted her skirt, stepped onto a stool, and tumbled right out the window.
The boy caught her outside the window, and the two of them ran wildly, hand in hand, and in one breath they ran for half an hour, straight to the side of the Huixin Bridge, before stopping to catch their breath.
The boy is the fifth son of Hong day, naughty, old trouble, because of fear of punishment, so everything always like to bring by Yongzheng favorite Chenghuan, originally just want to find a cushion, but for a long time, cushion pads out of the true feelings of two people than the pro siblings and relatives, do bad things Hong day will have to Chenghuan, broke into the trouble of Chenghuan can not be less than Hong day.
Cheng Huan looked at the top of the head only spit out new leaves of the willow, said: "Unfortunately, Hongli brother has a new sister-in-law, not much attention to us."
Hong Di laughed, "It's not because of the new sister-in-law, but because of Huang Amma." Hong Di said, following Hong Li's respectful example, walking without slanting his eyes, with a mouthful of, "Yes, Imperial Amma."
Cheng Huan let out a giggle, thinking that Hong Li was only saying this.
Inside the Palace of Diligence, Hongli lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, Imperial Amma." Just finished, only to feel his nose itching, could not help but sneeze.
When he was terrified, fearing that the Imperial Amma would find him disrespectful, Prince Yi Yunxiang laughed, "Someone is chanting about the Fourth A brother behind his back."
Hongli was busy smiling, sort of muddle through.
Hongli served beside Yongzheng for the whole afternoon, and after coming out from the Palace of Diligence, he only felt that there were still two gazes above his head oppressing him, and his mood was very low. Huang Amma nature of joy and anger does not show, no matter how hard he worked hard, but it is difficult to get a word of praise, but often in the face of the crowd reprimanded admonition. Sometimes feel very tired, and even do not want to see Huang Amma, but can not allow him not to see.
Hongli saw a few eunuchs full of anxious, such as headless bees around, casually asked the side of the small eunuch, "What's wrong?"
"I heard that the Fifth Brother has skipped school again, they are looking around for someone."
His frowning brows finally stretched a few points, Huang Amma in recent years to the Buddha's heart more and more heavy, less close to the female sex, it is unlikely that there will be out of the people who can inherit the throne is only him and Hong day. Hong day intelligent and sensitive, this is the power of the enemy, but he is heavy heart, always refused to spend effort on the main thing, so the Royal Amma only him, no matter whether he is satisfied or not.
Walking to the side of the Huixin Bridge, this side of the bridge willows, the other side is a gorgeous apricot blossom forest.
The light petals of the flowers are like ice, but they are densely knotted one after another on the branches. The light pink, thick white, piled up the sky, like snow is not snow, like fog is not fog. When the breeze blows, there will be petals falling down one after another. The ground has already fallen a ground of fragrant snow, under the bridge of the blue waves also rippled with countless broken flowers.
Hongli walked in the petal rain, suddenly look at the apricot forest swing, a girl in the air swing. Swinging higher and higher, but she is not afraid of a little, the laughter is clear and crisp, through the misty apricot blossom rain, sprinkled all over the world.
Rouge red clothes like the morning sun is generally gorgeous, black raven silk is not bound by the palace decoration, lively dance in the pink and white flower petal rain. Hongli understood for the first time, a few wisps of fluttering ink black can also carry charming spring colors.
He couldn't help but stop in his tracks, and was amazed, which palace maid had such a big nerve? In a flash, he immediately understood, a few hard to distinguish the flavor of the heart, secretly sighed, turned around to go, the girl "ah" a cry of surprise, fell from the swing.
He was too busy to turn back, leapt forward, spread his hands to pick up.
In the rain of flying petals, she fell into his arms like a flower spirit, her face was not scared, but full of mischievous satisfaction.
"Brother Hongli, I did it on purpose."
Hongli stared blankly at the person in his arms for a moment before placing her on the ground as if nothing had happened and said with a smile, "What if I can't catch you?"
Cheng Huan said with certainty, "I know you can catch it, as long as you want to do something, you can do it."
Hongli was in a good mood in an instant, as if all the aggravation and frustration he had suffered at the side of Huang Amma had vanished, and asked with a smile, "Hongdi brought you out to play? Where is he?"
Cheng Huan laughed and pointed to the depths of the almond blossom forest, "Over there, they refused to take the girls to play, so I came to swing by myself."
Hongli said, "Let's go take a look."
Before the two of them even got close, they heard Hiroshi arguing with someone.
"My Ama and Foremother are all upright Manchu, their ancestors fought their way into the customs after Emperor Taizu, what kind of crap is Chenghuan? A fake Gege."
Hongyi punched the speaker in the face, and the other was not polite, immediately returned Hongyi's punch, and the two wrestled on the ground.
The person who fights with Hong day is the younger brother of Hong Li's first Fujin Fucha clan, and the boys around him are all of noble birth, with arrogance in their bones, Hong day has always been nothing like the majesty of a prince, so there is no persuasion to fight, but applauded instead.
Hongli cleared his throat and coughed, and when the crowd saw him, they immediately bowed and saluted, "Auspicious Fourth Brother."
The two men on the ground, however, were still twisted into a ball, Hongli ordered, "Drag them away."
A few people immediately dragged one each and separated them.
Hongli reprimanded Hongyi, who tried to defend himself, but when he saw Chenghuan standing frozen behind him, the corner of his mouth pursed, and he swallowed all he had to say.
After reprimanding Hong day, Hong Li ordered them all to retire.
When all the people left, Hongli leaned over to check the wound on Hongdi's face, and before he could speak, Hongdi said, "I understand what the fourth brother means, things have become a big deal, and if the Emperor Amma knows about it, no matter whether it's right or wrong, the first one to reveal my skin."
Hongli on this trouble-making but intelligent brother is truly love, smiled: "You understand in your heart is good."
Cheng Huan came over and asked in confusion, "Why do they always like to scold me?"
Hongyi immediately said, "Where did that come from?"
"You don't need to coax me, I know it all in my heart, they said I was picked up, that I was not Ama's real daughter, that I was a wild child."
Hong Di exclaimed, "Nonsense, it's all nonsense! Who said that? Tell me, I'll go and break his mouth for you."
Cheng Huan looked at him quietly, with hidden sorrow in her eyes, Hong Di in turn could not yell anymore.
Hongli put his hands on Chenghuan's shoulders, half-bent his body, gazed at Chenghuan and said with a smile, "In this Forbidden City, ask who is Huang Amma's favorite, if you ranked the second, no one dares to rank the first, they are jealous of you in their hearts, naturally, they will make up words to discredit you, if you take it seriously, you will be caught in their trickery, will you let them be pleased? "
Cheng Huan thought about it and believed what Hong Li said and said, "I won't."
"Then smile."
Cheng Huan immediately smiled, if the spring breeze brushed his face and flowers bloomed on the branches, making the heaven and earth suddenly bright, Hong Di, who had been puffing up, couldn't help but smile as well.
Hongli said with a smile, "It's almost time for dinner, the eunuchs and palace maidens who serve you must have been looking for panic, I'll send you back."
Hongyi muttered in a low voice, "There's a 'bet' missing in front of send, right?"
Cheng Huan pouted and said, "Brother Hongli has refused to play with us since the wedding."
Chenghuan and Hongyi looked at each other and suddenly grabbed a handful of cherry blossom petals from the ground and hit Hongli, who was busy reaching out and blocking them, but they still landed on his face. Hong Di and Cheng Huan both laughed loudly, and while laughing, they used the petals as weapons and kept throwing them at Hong Li.
Hongli saw their appearance, like back to childhood, suddenly let go of everything, also from the grass to collect petals, with petals to hit Chenghuan and Hong day.
At one time, colorful apricot blossoms flew all over the sky, the three people fought each other, and their heads and faces were covered with petals.
The three got tired of playing and sat down on the ground.
Hiroku lazily leaned on Hiroshi and tilted his head back to blow away the petals that were close to his cheeks.
Cheng Huan picked up a willow and handed it to Hongli, who skillfully braided it into a crown and handed it back to Cheng Huan, who inserted the apricot blossom in a circle and put it on his head, spreading his hands and spinning around in circles as he asked, "Does it look good? Does it look good? Do I look like the Almond Blossom Fairy?"
At that time, the red sun was thinning in the west, and ten thousand points of flying flowers were drunk with the spring breeze. In the shadow of the slanting sun and flowers, Seung Hwan smiled like a flower and had a strong rouge color.
Hongli just smiled, did not speak. Hong Zhi bit a willow leaf and said lazily, "There was an apricot blossom female demon in Journey to the West, and it seems that she was killed by a nail rake by Piggy."
"I'm going to tell Uncle Huang that you don't study properly but read some demon book." Seung Hwan kicked up the fallen flowers on the ground, raising Hiroshi's face, and Hiroshi was also affected.
The two men were arguing, serving Chenghuan's old grandmother sought to see Chenghuan's dress, face white and green, and did not dare to say serious words, but can only keep chanting, escorted Chenghuan to comb hair and change clothes.
Hongli laughed and grabbed Hongyi, saying, "Escort your grandson monkey back, I'm going to go and get busy."
Hong Ri looked at the surrounding no one, said periodical: "genealogy records Cheng Huan is the thirteenth uncle and the first Fujin born, on the blood lineage there is no more honored than her, why do those people always want to take her life to say things?"
Hongli said, "Since the genealogy is so written, what do you care what others say?"
"But ......" Hong Di reddened his face and hesitated for a long time before he dared to ask: "Is Chenghuan the illegitimate daughter of Huang Amma?"
Hongli stayed for a moment and laughed out loud, "The more the rumor is spreading, the more outrageous it is, first it was said that Chenghuan is not the thirteenth uncle's own daughter, and now it's become the illegitimate daughter of the imperial Amma, and even you even went to listen to these bastard words."
Hong Ri stammered, "If it is the 13th uncle's daughter, why has the 13th uncle not been close to her? Why has he kept her in the palace? Chenghuan's mother-in-law is even more strange, so many years, you can see that she hugged Chenghuan once? She's as polite as an outsider. How can there be such a mother-in-law? Thirteenth Uncle has many sons and daughters, why is it that Royal Amma is so particular about Chenghuan? Not to mention that the Princess is not as good as her, even the two of us are not as good as her. I remember that there used to be a courtesan beside Huang Amma, and Chenghuan has always taken that courtesan as his maternal grandmother in his private heart, what was the name of that courtesan, I can't recall, it seems to be called ......"
"Hongzhi!" Hongli's face was suddenly very serious, "Never mention this person, your foremother should have warned you privately."
Hongyi was busy shutting up, after a long time, said indignantly, "I don't care if Chenghuan is the daughter of Huang Amma, anyway, we played together, I have long regarded her as a sister. I just feel curious, I don't understand why people in the palace are so secretive about Chenghuan's birth, fourth brother, do you know? If you know, tell me, I will never tell anyone else."
Hongli sighed and said, "How much can I know? Imperial Amma and Thirteenth Prince Uncle surely know, but who dares to ask them? The Empress Mother and the Crown Princess must also know, but both of them are of the character of a saw-mouthed gourd and will never tell us."
"Everyone is secretly talking about Chenghuan, but Fourth Brother has never been curious?"
"I asked my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law can not say clearly, she said that Huang Amma that year suddenly took a baby girl back to the house, handed over to the Empress Mother to raise, said to the people in the house is the thirteenth king's uncle's daughter, but did not mention who was born, mother-in-law of course, they do not dare to ask more. I was already understand, but also went to see Chenghuan, that period of time Huang Amma whole day with monks and Taoist priests, the people in the house do not even dare to breathe."
Hong Di laughed: "In addition to Cheng Huan, who dares to gasp in front of Huang Amma ah? I can't wait to never see Huang Amma for the rest of my life, being his son is so tiring."
Hongli shook his head and said, "You don't understand, that period of time ......" He suddenly sighed and said, "Whether Chenghuan is the daughter of the thirteenth king's uncle or not, it must be the blood of the Aisin Gioro family, because Chenghuan's name is the royal grandfather himself, the royal grandfather will not recognize his granddaughter indiscriminately."
Hong day sighed: "really a muddled account, how things were so messy back then?"
Hong Li said, "You do not privately inquire again, if the Royal Amma knows, carefully reveal your skin."
"I have a measure in my heart, this matter is clear that Huang Amma just do not want to let people know, so we can not know, know the people are ......" Hong day in the neck to gesture a little.
Hongli did not say anything, Hongdi also rare expression of gravity. When the nine kings for the first wife, although they did not experience, there are not a few people dare to mention in front of them, but vaguely, will always hear a little bit, just a little bit has been enough to make their hearts chilling.
After an instant, Hong day again cheeky up, laughing: "Fourth brother, I go back."
Hongli laughed: "You go back at ease, those who chew the tongue behind the back, I will let them mind their own tongue."
Hongyi said, "I know for sure fourth brother won't just scold me and be done with it." With a cheeky grin, he made a bow and went his own way.
Two, a window of bright moon full curtain frost
Yongzheng six years.
"Dead Hongzhi, give me back the painting!"
Cheng Huan chased after him, Hong Di ran and turned back to make a face, "I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you!"
The two of them, one running and the other chasing, ran into the Hall of Great Light.
With the pillars, furniture block, Hong day like a fish in water, more carefree, Cheng Huan chased panting, still did not catch up with him, eyeballs a turn of the plan on the mind, suddenly rushed to the back of the Hong day screamed: "Huang Bo."
Hong Di is most afraid of Huang Amma, scared of a jolt, immediately fell to his knees.
Cheng Huan laughed and snatched his drawing from his hand, stood in front of Hong Ri and smiled proudly, "Good boy Ri'er, kowtow a few more times, and I'll forgive you for your innocence."
Hong Di, seeing that he was being teased, immediately turned red and jumped up to hit Cheng Huan, who slipped away, calling out as he ran, "I've told you not to kneel, but you're inclined to give me a big salute, what can I do?"
Two people are laughing and joking, bam, is used in the Hall of Light to insert the periwinkle stamens of the celadon vase fell to the ground, Chenghuan and Hong day are quiet, face to face. Breaking things is not a big deal, but the two since childhood is the spirit of trouble, and only then remembered that earlier had been warned not to enter the Hall of Light to play.
Cheng Huan immediately said, "I didn't break it, you did."
"It wasn't me who hit it, it was you who touched it down."
The two of them blamed each other and argued. Hong Di suddenly said, "This hall is only when the Emperor Amma comes on New Year's festivals and when he receives foreign ambassadors, let's sneakily throw the pieces away without God knowing, and then when someone asks about it, we'll just say we don't know ......"
Cheng Huan whispered: "Uncle Huang is here."
Hongyi thought that Chenghuan was scaring her again and playfully learned Chenghuan's voice and said, "Imperial uncle is coming, it's scary!"
Cheng Huan grabbed his hand, forced him to kneel, Hong day only then saw Yongzheng standing in the doorway of the Hall of Light, the side of Hongli and Gao Wuyong.
Yongzheng looked at the mess on the ground, faintly asked, "How many times this month?"
Gao Wuyong thought carefully and returned, "Bing Emperor, not counting the time when the two stole alcohol and burned the house, the nineteenth vessel."
Hong Di kowtowed, not daring to speak. Seung Hwan kowtowed while saying, "I did the hitting, it's none of Hong Di's brother's business."
Hong Di, however, immediately said, "I'm the one who touched it down, it's none of Cheng Huan's business."
"Who the hell is it?"
The two said in unison, "It was me!" When they finished, they glared at each other again, like a pair of fighting cocks.
Yongzheng frowned and was just about to speak when a gust of wind passed by, blowing the drawing paper that Chenghuan had dropped to the ground to Yongzheng's feet.
Yongzheng looked down, Gao Wuyong already understand the meaning of the emperor, immediately bent over to pick up, but in a clear look at the characters on the painting, hesitant not dare to hand out, hesitated for a while, ultimately still hands holding the offer to Yongzheng, only face a little white.
Yongzheng expressionless glance, hand will be covered into the sleeve of the paper, turned away, ordered Hongli said: "you to deal with."
Gao Wuyong immediately followed, and heard the sound of another argument coming from behind him.
"Brother Hongli, it wasn't me who hit him, it was Hongyi who did it."
"Fourth brother, I swear to you, it was really Chenghuan who hit him."
"Obviously it was you, why are you framing me? A great man dares to do what he dares not to do."
"All I know is that a gentleman should tell the truth, if you did it, you did it!"
"If you hadn't grabbed my charcoal sketch, how did I get here?"
"If you don't play the zither properly and follow those foreign monks to learn some western painting, what's wrong with me taking a look?"
......
Gao Wuyong worry about things, but Yongzheng everything as usual, not only not the slightest trance slack, on the contrary, more diligent than usual, clothed in the kang, has been reading folders late into the night.
Gao Wuyong reminded twice, "Emperor, the night is late." Yongzheng, however, did not respond, he could only shut up and fight to serve.
Cheng Huan holding a small glazed lamp came in, a few eunuchs want to ask for peace, she made a gesture of silence, curled up next to Yongzheng's knee, quietly watching Yongzheng writing, quiet as a cat.
Yongzheng lips contain a hint of a smile, one hand on the back of Chenghuan, one hand is still in the pen rush book.
After a while, he put down the brush and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Uncle Huang hasn't slept either."
Yongzheng signaled Gao Wuyong to put away all the zhangzhi, and Gao Wuyong, relieved, immediately complied.
Yongzheng took a jacket of his own and covered Chenghuan, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Huang, am I really the real daughter of the Thirteenth Prince and the Princess?"
"Chenghuan!"
Yongzheng has always doted on Chenghuan, but at this time, his face was cold, Chenghuan did not dare to say more, aggrieved and unwillingly lowered his head.
Yongzheng asked, "What did you hear?"
"Nothing, I just don't understand who I honor every December."
Yongzheng know she did not tell the truth, but also do not want to force her, only voice softly said: "Do not think nonsense, you are your ama's own daughter, your ama actually heart most pain you, some things, you do not understand today, the future will understand."
Chenghuan asked, "Brother Hongli said that my name was given by my royal grandfather, why did royal grandfather call me Chenghuan?"
Yongzheng slowly said, "She wants you to be filial to your parents and to be happy in your knees."
Chenghuan bent over Yongzheng's knee, hidden tears in his eyes, and the daytime lively and carefree, a different person. Yongzheng gently stroked Chenghuan's head, staring at the table jumping red candle in a daze, a long time later, Yongzheng thought that Chenghuan has fallen asleep, and wanted to order people to send her back to the house, Chenghuan suddenly whispered: "I want to auntie. "
Yongzheng's hand in mid-air stiff for a moment, before slowly put her head, said faintly: "I ordered to send you back to rest."
Cheng Huan had already walked to the door, Yongzheng suddenly called out to her and returned her drawing paper to her, Cheng Huan bit her lip and said, "This is the best one I've ever drawn, uncle can keep it if he wants it."
Yongzheng said, "No need."
Cheng Huan was disappointed to see Yongzheng's indifference and respectfully took back the drawing paper and turned to go out the door.
Does Uncle Huang not remember his aunt either?
There is a hidden rumor in the palace that Auntie is the woman of Uncle Huang, but there are also people who say that Auntie is the Fourteenth Uncle's Fujin. Who is the person who kowtows and pays homage every December? Whose daughter is she? The mystery in her head is getting bigger and bigger, but no one can give her the answer.
The memories of her childhood are fuzzy and confusing, and there are a lot of things that even she can't tell if they are true or not. At first, she tried to ask for clarification, but everyone she asked was either too frightened to speak a complete sentence, or said she remembered wrongly. Now, she had given up asking others and only wanted to try to find out the answer from Uncle Huang.
Cheng Huan returned to her bedchamber and ordered her maid to retire, she had just pulled back the quilt and tried to sleep when a zombie sat up violently from underneath the quilt and jammed his hands towards her neck, she was so shocked that she took a few big steps backward before she could barely stand still.
Hiroku laughed out loud in triumph as he watched Seonghwan finally get scared of him, "Oh, coward, coward!"
In shock, the tearfulness that had built up in Chenghuan's heart turned into tears and fell.
Hongyi froze, in his heart, Chenghuan never knew sorrow, could make Emperor Amma smile, could make everyone happy, was the fruit of forgetfulness for all.
He was busy making amends and apologizing, Chenghuan wiped away his tears and smiled forcibly, "I'm fine, I was just suddenly stunned, you're quite the zombie, next time teach me, I'll go and scare Hongli's brother."
Hongyi looks confused, but actually more sensitive than normal people, knowing that Chenghuan told a lie, but went along with it and laughed, "Good ah, tomorrow we will go together to scare him."
Cheng Huan said, "You hurry back, it's so late, if others see it, it's another piece of trouble."
Hong Di said with a smile, "Good sister, I can not sleep, you accompany me to go out for a walk, the two of us pick a secluded place, no one can find."
Chenghuan was suffocating in her heart and could not sleep, so she pulled up the tent and created the illusion that she was already resting. She didn't bother to put on her outer clothes and grabbed a white brocade cloak and tumbled out of the window with Hongzhi.
The two did not dare to hit the lantern, but fortunately the moonlight is bright, on the moonlight walk, there is a lot of fun. However, if the fall in the eyes of outsiders, will not think so, a white girl, long hair draped, a black zombie, face white, live free of black and white pervert night patrol map.
Two people do not dare to walk the right way, specializing in picking a secluded place, I did not think that there are eunuchs guarded here, a face-to-face, the two scared just want to escape, the old eunuchs but the face of the green, eyes protruding, the body shook two shakes, fainted.
Hongyi and Chenghuan looked at each other and couldn't help but both laugh, Hongyi snickered, "Watch, tomorrow it's time to say the palace is haunted again."
Three, wading in the river to pick hibiscus
Yongzheng eight years.
The earth's April fragrance has been exhausted, the flower faded red green apricot small, is not the Forbidden City's most gorgeous season, but for the Mongolians who often live in the north has been a dreamlike beauty.
Red walls and green tiles, willow, green water under the bridge around the house, milk swallows fly, delicate warbler cry, each of which is fresh, through the charming, Han poetry depicted in the beautiful scenery for them to be intoxicated both physically and mentally.
Irgenjuelo? Dalandai on the surface and the same as the crowd to enjoy the intoxicating scenery, but the heart is always taut with a string. I heard that Yongzheng's anger and joy is uncertain, mean and unforgiving, means and cool, from brothers to maternal uncle Long Keduo no one is a good end, this time against the rules to allow them to the Beijing audience in the end is the grace is the power, is a blessing is a disaster is still difficult to predict.
The emperor allowed him to stay in the Yuanmingyuan, food and clothing hospitality are superior, but has not been able to see the emperor, only the fourth brother Hongli came to see him once, said: "Huang Amma recently all the things are wrapped up, I'm afraid that it will take a few days before you can see you, you first in the capital to play in various places, if there is any need, you can send the palace to find me."
He was apprehensive, not knowing what the emperor was thinking, and privately instructed his personal attendant, Unqi, to drink and chat with the guards around him. Silver spent out, finally from the gossip to explore the stars of the news, it turns out that the holy favor of the heaviest thirteenth prince is seriously ill.
Dalantai worry more, rumor has it that Yongzheng arbitrary, the only person who can reverse the sacred heart is the thirteenth prince, this time to come to the audience before, father also privately specially instructed, if you meet with the misfortune of the matter, you can go to see the thirteenth prince.
Another day passed, the emperor still has not summoned, and he did not dare to resign, can only be secretly anxious in his heart.
In his room, he flipped through half a volume of Tang Yin's poems, pushed open the window and saw a full moon reflecting obliquely, and in the evening breeze, gusts of flowers. Good moonlight like water shining flowers, he could not help but walk out of the house with faith.
To walk to the water's edge only to realize that he forgot to wear a coat, now the night is quiet, and he is not afraid of the cold, so I did not care, casually sitting at the lotus pond, looking at a pool of pavilions such as the cover of the green leaves in the wind trembling.
Unfortunately, the lotus blossoms in the sun will not be seen until July, and he will not be able to enjoy it.
Suddenly heard the sound of water pattering, the lotus leaves flip, seems to have something from underwater, he stared at, palm stored power, to see clearly, but suddenly stayed.
A young girl suddenly broke out of the water.
Bright moonlight, silver light ripples, her hair stick to the face, thin shirt all wet, shoulder dark exposure. The eyes of the corners of the eyes are secretly locked sadness, face a little water beads, if the shark's tears.
The girl saw him, also froze, stood frozen in the pond.
Under her feet were a thousand silver waves rippling, behind her were ten thousand hectares of lotus leaves dancing in the wind.
He remembered a Han Chinese poem, "Bright as the sun rises towards the morning sun, scorching as lotus flowers out of the straining waves."
The sound of footsteps in the distance, he suddenly woke up, this is the Tiankang Khan's Garden of Enlightenment, the Manchus into the customs of the Han Chinese customs, men and women are very heavy defense, if someone bumped into him dressed like this, how he could not explain clearly, he is just, just afraid of the disaster of the tribe.
The girl seems to see through his anxiety, suddenly a smile, index finger on the lips to do a silent posture, slowly sink into the water.
The silhouette disappeared, and there were only ripples.
He was both at peace and bewildered.
A group of eunuchs on night duty came by with lanterns, and Dharamdai hastily moved out of the way into the shadows of the trees. When the crowd had passed, he walked back to the pond and stood there for a long time, hearing only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the lotus leaves.
Dreams, illusions?