The moment of passing through the fragrance

Chapter 75

Not long after Shaozhang's fourth year, as soon as the spring began, a sad news came from Yongwang's mansion, that brother Honghui was gone.He was born with a weak disease, and he worked so hard to raise him until he was six years old. Everyone thought that he would get better and grow up well. Like other elder brothers, when he married a wife and had children and showed off his talents, he had nothing to do. When the omen died, King Yong Fujin almost cried to death.

Yinfeng and Xize also sighed endlessly, because the emperor and empress were mourning, the atmosphere in the palace was particularly low and heavy.It wasn't until summer, when King Jinduoluoyong came down to Prince Heshuoyong's decree, that the dignified atmosphere in the Imperial Palace and Prince Yong's Mansion became a little better.This time, Hongtan conferred Dorobeile, the two little emperor uncles, the sixteenth and seventeenth sons of the late emperor, and each of the other brothers who already had titles also advanced one. My nephew Honghui and Youshang didn't see the slightest sadness, but he continued to drink and have fun, and was ordered by the emperor to be demoted to be his son, so it was extremely embarrassing.

It was not until the winter of the fourth year of Shaozhang that King Yong Fujin recovered from his grief and entered the palace to pay his respects to the queen.King Yong personally sent her to the Kunning Palace and came to pick her up when she left.

Xi sent Fujin out, and saw outside the Zhumen, King Yong was dressed in a stone and green uniform, standing calmly, without any impatience on his face, he couldn't help but also praised him, and said to Fujin with a smile: "The fourth king is considerate, the fourth younger brother and sister are very lucky."

Fujin pursed his lips into a smile, showing some humility, but the joy in his delicate eyebrows and eyes was genuine.

Yun Shuying moved, today's sky is higher and wider than it was in autumn, and it seems that the sky is so high that birds can fly.A thick layer of white snow has accumulated on the roof of the yellow glazed tile double eaves veranda of the main hall of Kunning Palace, reflecting the warm light under the bright warm sun.

When he got closer, Yinzhen waved his hands in greeting. He was wearing a slightly looser casual dress with snow-white snow fox fur at the collar, which looked very warm.King Yong's figure was straight and his movements were neat. When he lifted his sleeve, a piece of jade pendant slipped out of it.

It fell on the bluestone floor, making a crisp clang.Yinzhen immediately lowered his head, took a step ahead of the servant behind him, quickly picked it up, put it in the palm of his hand like a jewel, looked at it again, and confirmed that it was not damaged, the nervous expression on his face eased. As if he was relieved, he carefully hid himself in the lapel of his clothes, and then he regained his usual composure, and finished the unsettled ceremony in a pleasant manner: "My brother greets the emperor's sister-in-law," and then accused Shicai: "My minister My brother is disrespectful."

"No problem," Xi Ze said with a polite smile, "Since the fourth brother is here, why don't you go in and offer a cup of tea?" Her astonished gaze was also withdrawn from the jade pendant that was carefully tucked into her skirt, but doubts arose in her heart Come.

Panlong mutton fat jade, warm and moist as fat, noble and comfortable.It is the relic of Empress Renxiao, the only one in the world.Xi naturally recognized this jade as a gift from Yinreng to Honghui to keep him safe, how could it be in Yinzhen's hands?Could it be that after Honghui came, he kept it close to his body, thinking about others when he saw things?She looked at Fujin in a blink of an eye, and saw that Fujin was only slightly surprised, and then she stood beside Yinzhen in a dignified and dignified manner, and she knew that it was not. If it was Honghui's relic, according to Fujin's grief over Honghui's death, she must show her sorrow It is absolutely impossible to be so indifferent.

This jade was originally carried by Yinzhen's body!

There was undisguised doubt in Xi Ze's eyes, and Yin Zhen immediately lowered his head when he met her eyes to show respect, but he didn't panic at all, and his every move was extremely calm, even though he had seen Xi Ze's eyes. Regarding his suspicions, he was not disturbed at all, his eyes were open and honest, without any ulterior panic, he said: "Fu Jin has been bothering the empress for a long time, and he didn't dare to bother her anymore, so he left first."

No matter how doubtful Xi Ze was, she suppressed her doubts, nodded her head slightly, and said with a smile: "The emperor and I are both happy that you often enter the palace."

Say goodbye to each other and leave.

At night, when Yinfeng came back, Xi Ze asked seemingly unintentionally: "I remember, you used to have a Panlong jade pendant that you carried with you, and gave it to Honghui?"

"Yeah." Yinfeng replied casually, "It happened a few years ago." Seeing Xi Ze was thoughtful, he couldn't help being surprised: "Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

Xi smiled, and felt slightly disappointed: "It's nothing, I just remembered that the jade pendant was consecrated by an eminent monk, and it has been worshiped in Fengxian Hall for a long time, and Honghui was not retained."

Yinreng thought that she would be so melancholy when Hongqing was gone, afraid that she would hurt her body too much, so he comforted her softly: "Jade pendant is not a fairy medicine, how can it be so magical?" No, your fourth brother held him halfway, and he never got into Honghui's little brother's hands, "It's still the same sentence, life and death are fate, Honghui's health has been bad, there are too many people, he will not live soon, It's rare to be able to survive to such a large size. He came to this world and brought a lot of joy to people. Everyone remembers him, so don't be sad."

Xi Ze was silent, what she cared about was not that Honghui passed away at a young age, and had seen too much life and death in the palace, she was almost detached like the old lady, what she cared about was that the fourth child had always been restless and kind!She's narrow-minded, she's jealous, she doesn't talk!

However, thinking about Yinreng's emotional slowness, he must not know it yet, and Xi Ze naturally would not tell him that the fourth child has no hope anyway.

Yinfeng was honest, but Jianxi seemed to have figured it out, but there was still a touch of dismay in his eyes. He didn't say anything more that day, but the next day he posthumously named Honghui Dorobeile and gave him the posthumous posthumous title Chun.

This unlucky half-grown child is of the same rank as his eighth uncle's title. Someone started gossip, which of the two uncles and nephews is more unlucky?When Yinhu heard about it, he was so angry that he couldn't close his eyes all night. According to this situation, he could only be an idle Baylor in his life, begging for a living in a low voice.For a person as proud and arrogant as him, it is really painful that he is full of talent and cannot display his talents. He regrets it very much. If he could participate in the planning when the boss rebelled, maybe he would have succeeded!

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes helplessly and shook his head. It was amazing to be able to achieve such a thing. Only the boss who has no brains would do this kind of thing. They have to consume slowly to be more sure.

Now, it's too late to say anything.

In just a few days, Yinreng received a secret letter from Gali, and participated in Jiangning weaving Cao Yin's corruption and deficit.Yinreng saw the opportunity, and it was time to rectify the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River, so he made a secret report to the ministers and prepared to deal with it strictly. Unexpectedly, Prince Yong Yinzhen asked an imperial envoy to go to the south of the Yangtze River to thoroughly investigate the matter.

When the matter was entrusted to him, Yinreng was not worried about it, and he immediately played it, and made Qingde his assistant.

The officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River is corrupt, and the water is deeper than the capital city.There is no one who will not be able to come back for a year or two. Yinreng never likes extravagant palace banquets, so he only invited King Yong to have dinner in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and by the way, he also discussed how to deal with the Jiangnan affairs. conduct.

After Xi Ze heard about it, she was stunned for a long time. Yinzhen is a smart person, this is an explanation to her and also a promise from him.

As time goes by, the days have ups and downs from time to time, but they are calm and peaceful after all.Year after year, this world is completely different from when she first came here. Every corner seems to be full of vigorous vitality, struggling to develop in the subtleties that cannot be detected by human eyes.

She thought that such days would last forever, until the end that no one could guess.However, there will always be a day at the end. The old Yinfeng lay down on the bed and couldn't get sick. The imperial doctor secretly shook his head in panic and panic: "Long live Lord, Long Yu is going to return to heaven."

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the servants were kneeling all over the floor, weeping continuously.A door separated them from the outside, and the children and grandchildren on the side of the dragon couch were weeping mournfully, calling "Ama" and "Mafa" in a low voice, and Yinfeng looked at them carefully one by one with his kind eyes. , and finally stopped on the prince: "My lifelong hope is to be better than the first emperor. Up to now, whether I have achieved it or not will be left to future generations to evaluate. I also hope that you can surpass me. Only one generation is wiser than the next generation, and each generation is better than the next generation." Only by striving for self-improvement and being prepared for danger in times of peace can the Qing Dynasty last forever."

Hong Sheng knelt down with tears in his eyes, and solemnly agreed: "I will always remember the teachings of the emperor."

Yinfeng nodded in satisfaction, and moved his eyes to the nearest Xize: "I am content to have you with me at this time." He is also a gentle and personable old man when he is old, and his smile is very peaceful and content. The wrinkles are also warmed by his smile, just like an old man from an ordinary family.Xi held his haggard hands, her eyes were red like a rabbit, tears kept rolling in her eyes, but she still held back, she didn't want Yinrong to leave uneasy: "Don't worry, go first, I'll follow. "

To this day, there is no regret between them.Yin Reng raised his hand, and gently stroked Xi Ze's face with his slightly rough fingers. The clear and bright eyes in the past became cloudy in the years, and tears gradually appeared in his eyes because of the upcoming eternal farewell: "No Urgent, I'll wait for you for as long as you want. It's just that I can't accompany you in the future. "

Xi Ze suddenly burst into tears: "I am thinking of you, but I am not alone."

Yinfeng smiled slightly, slowly closed his misty eyes, and finally lowered the hand that was lightly touching her face.

The news of the emperor's death spread throughout the entire court, and the mournful wailing resounded through the sky. Yuan Mu led the last decree and read it loudly. An Temple, and it was not buried in the earth until the queen died.

Xi refused the support of her children and grandchildren, and walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone. The high, vast and distant sky seemed even more lonely and boundless. Yinfeng's words sounded in her mind: "It's cold in the ground, I don't want to be alone, let me wait for you to go into the earth together."

As if it was decades ago, when she entered the palace for the first time, facing the predicament surrounded by high walls, towering palaces, and palace roads crossing straight through, that clear and slightly joyful voice resounded through the air. In her life: "If it's really you, I'm afraid I'll admit it wrong."

He was just a young boy, a young crown prince, loved by thousands of people, his subjects all focused on him, his eyebrows and eyes were flying, and a robe with moon white arrow sleeves made him tall and handsome.His appearance is very similar to Empress Renxiao, with amazingly delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a slight smile, which is extremely handsome.She was stunned and couldn't help but look at him more.

How young they were at that time, who would have thought that one day they would grow old; who would know how long a lifetime is, and in a blink of an eye, everything disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

The voice of announcing the will was still going on, it was an imperial edict written by him, one stroke at a time, and it was specially made public after he closed his eyes.

He is really gone.He will never answer her again, never smile at her with crooked eyebrows, never cover her cold hands and feet to keep her warm in the middle of the night, never get angry with her because of a single unintentional word, and never try to do anything Make her happy... There are thousands of people in this world, but the one who really understands her is gone.

Xi looked up, the night was so beautiful, the dark blue sky, the full moon shining brightly, this should have been a day of reunion, but from now on, she has never been reunited again, half of her soul is missing.On such a gentle night like water, no one whispered "Xi Ze" in her ear and hugged her into her arms.

After a hundred years with you, there will be a difference.She should be content, how lucky they are to grow old together.They have decades of memories, and they think about it a little every day, which is enough for her to last a hundred years.

"Emiang." Rong Zhe stood behind her at some point, her eyes were red and she called out worriedly.Xi Ze turned around, looked at her gently, and said softly: "Come back to the palace with Er Niang."

The author has something to say: You are so smart, you made them so early to wear them back. . .In other words, I forgot which day they passed through. .

Fanwai is written in Jiangzi. First, part of it will be written in ancient times, and Xi is still there. It will be easy to wear when she is gone, and then it will be modern, and the length will be short.