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(one)
There is a unique skill in the world called disguise. It needs a piece of skin, it takes seven to seven forty-nine days to make, and then soaks it in water for thirty-six days before it can be used.
Apply makeup on the skin, then cover.
There are thousands of skins, and people are bewitched, and their lives have changed.
(two)
Thirty years of Tiangang. This year, I was just twenty-five years old when I entered the palace. I put my hands in my sleeves, my nose was red from the cold, so I couldn't smell the smell around me. I stood in front of the door, waiting for my future destiny.
The winter inside the palace seems to be colder than outside the palace, that kind of bone-chilling cold.
I kept breathing, shivering coldly. But I still straightened my back and waited for the pass. The one I want to see in a while is the current emperor.
I followed the eunuchs in, and immediately knelt down and bowed. I buried my head low, and I didn't even see the emperor's appearance.
There were stoves in several corners of the hall, and the smoke from the stoves curled up, which seemed to be much warmer than the outside.
"Let's go." The voice was indescribably cold and majestic.
"Looked up."
A pair of dragon boots appeared in front of my line of sight, I slowly raised my head, the emperor was very old, he should be forty years old, his temples were silvery white, and the twelve-color beads on the crown were swinging in front of the emperor's eyes at this moment.
"what's your name?"
"The grassman's name is Qi Rui."
After that, I wanted to worship again, and the emperor hurried over to help me up.
Emperor Yongcheng was only ten years old when he ascended the throne. He was assisted by the regent. Emperor Yongcheng took back all the military power of the regent at the age of eighteen. Now Emperor Yongcheng is forty years old.
I stared blankly at those eyes, which were filled with nostalgia, obsession, longing, and it seemed that there were more complex emotions. Those eyes were looking at me now, but they didn't seem to be looking at me.
One of his hands was slowly placed on my shoulders, and the other was wrapped around me, as if he was wrapping his arms around me.
His hands trembled slightly, like his heart.
(three)
Huayi's young man with a jade crown bundled his hair and said, "Does your disguise look like Mr.?"
"How many layers do you want?"
Young Master Yu held the fan in his hand and shook it gently: "The figure is like the third layer, and the face is like the seventh layer."
The person on the side said: "His Royal Highness said that it is good to have a face like the seventh floor."
I stopped and listened to my own voice and said, "Ten layers. It's just a human skin."
A piece of *** needs to be made for seven, seven, forty-nine days, and then soaked in water for thirty-six days before it can be used. Putting makeup on the skin is just a piece of human skin.
Young Master Huayi said: "If the smashing is successful, you need to invite the gentleman to go to the palace, and I will thank you again after this is done."
I nodded, waved my sleeves and turned back into the house.
The summer sun is warm, hot and dry, but it's winter again in the blink of an eye.
(Four)
He sat there quietly, the prince was standing on the side, there was a table in front of him, there was a book on the table, the book looked for a long time, the paper had faded, according to the cleaning father-in-law, there was a leaf in the book . The leaf seems to have been given by the emperor's uncle.
The prince was not born to Emperor Yongcheng himself, but was adopted from the vassal king. Emperor Yongcheng had neither a harem nor an empress. Emperor Yongcheng ascended the throne at the age of ten, all with the help of King Pingxian, but when Emperor Yongcheng was eighteen, King Pingxian died suddenly. At that time, the situation in the army was uneasy, and many people loved King Pingxian. The lieutenant generals are just around the corner again. Today the emperor is young, the rebellion is just around the corner, and the situation in the DPRK is becoming more and more uncontrollable. That year, King Pingxian surrendered all his military power, but died suddenly. In the second year, the young emperor showed his sharp-edgedness and beheaded the lieutenants and generals. The army was filled with the emperor's power and eyes. The people of King Pingxian have long been uprooted and dealt with cleanly.
At that time, there was a very strange legend in the palace that King Pingxian was poisoned to death. He died in the palace, in the emperor's bedroom.
At that time, the concubines who were sent to the emperor's palace every year either went crazy or disappeared for no reason.
Gradually, Emperor Yongcheng stopped taking concubines. After all, King Pingxian raised Emperor Yongcheng from a young age, and the people said that they are all the grievances of King Pingxian.
The shadows of the trees outside the window swirled, the leaves glowed with a pale yellow shimmer, and occasionally sunlight came in.
Today, Emperor Yongcheng's temples are already gray, and the corners of his eyes are wrinkled. But he still looked so majestic and solemn, with a tall and straight waist.
I lowered my eyebrows and stood aside until Emperor Yongcheng came over and took my hand and said, sit down.
I hesitated, deliberately dawdling over there. The prince over there gave me a wink, and I really had to sit down.
He took my hand and smiled softly, still looking at me like he was looking at another person.
He smiled and asked again, is your name Qi Rui
I lowered my head and murmured softly: Yes, Your Majesty.
Emperor Yongcheng's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, but he has such a trace of loneliness: "Rui, auspicious is a good word."
I said, "Your Majesty, what you said is true."
"Yongding." He pulled me, "I'm called Yongding." I didn't dare to look at him, my eyes fell on the painting on one side of the wall, and I couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
I looked at the prince, and the prince nodded to me silently. The portrait on the opposite wall was nine points like me, but the remaining point was the lonely affection that I couldn't learn. Can't learn.
In this way, I spent more and more time in the palace, and the obsession in Emperor Yongcheng's eyes became more and more deep. He simply ordered me to stay in this great palace.
Under the big green tree, a white robe fluttered in the wind. The wind blew his robe and floated gracefully. The young man looked at the leaves on the tree, sad and lonely.
I stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the painting, I touched the disguise on my face, the expression and the eyes, I still can't learn it.
How could King Pingxian's nurturing feelings be easily forgotten? After all, his portrait is still placed in Emperor Yongcheng's bedroom, and it is so obvious.
He sat on the edge of the bed and greeted me over, I paced away and stood opposite him, he came to hold my hand again, motioned me to sit next to him, the touch from my fingertips made me startled, faint The temperature seemed to draw a circle in my heart, and there was a slight ripple. He doesn't seem to be a person who likes to laugh. It seems that his lack of laughter has made his expression very stiff, but now he is trying to laugh.
"Are you still used to it?"
I nodded.
"If you're not used to it, you can tell me." He was affectionate and gentle, and the gentleness of bowing his head seemed to touch me.
I looked at the portrait, the people in the painting didn't look at us, it seemed that all they saw was the tree forever.
I waited on Emperor Yongcheng to undress, helped him take off his shoes, helped him get into bed, and got into bed quietly.
The night of the twelfth lunar month was a bit colder, and the heater didn't seem to be working very well. He hugged me from behind, and my body went from stiff to relaxed, and slowly leaned towards him.
I could feel the breath of his breath, the tickling around his warmly scratched ears, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly, with a slight smile on his lips.
"uncle."
I was stunned for a moment, not really listening.
"Yunfan."
This sound is very clear, green and unfamiliar, as if I have never called it that much, but I want to call it so much, my heart trembles slightly.
I remembered the sour orange I ate in the summer this year. The sourness was still as sour as I remembered, but this time the sourness was not in the tongue, but in the heart.
Some people are willing to recall, while others are directly locked in that memory, and may never get out.
That night he hugged me tightly and called me over and over again, sometimes uncle, sometimes Yunfan. I held his hand tightly and felt his sadness. Seemingly feeling his grief, I remembered the painting, but the man would never be able to look at us.
(five)
On the first day of the first lunar month, dumplings are eaten, and the emperor is no exception, but of course no one dares to put copper coins in the stuffing.
It was snowy outside, and the sky was flying with snow. The windows were as white as the clouds, and paper-cut window decorations were stuck everywhere. Occasionally, the snow on the trees broke the trees and made a "squeak" sound.
I took the jade comb and combed the emperor's hair, from top to bottom, gently again and again.
His hair is very slippery, like the dark night, with many silver threads mixed with it. It is difficult to have any knots, and it is easy to comb it to the end. Occasionally, there are silver threads that break on their own. I picked them up quietly and put them in my hair. Hidden in sleeves.
Yongding said that he used to do my hair for me often.
he? I raised my eyes, tied up Yongding's hair, and tied it with the hair salon.
I looked at the emperor in the bronze mirror, his expression was vicissitudes, and two lines of tears fell.
I suddenly remembered a word.
The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, and don't wait for the flowers to be empty to break the branches.
A few days later, the weather seemed to be colder than before. Yongding hardly left the palace, but he still couldn't stand the cold.
The imperial physician came over to prescribe a few prescriptions, but the emperor rarely went out, his constitution was weak, and the wind and cold caused him a headache. After a while, it may also cause nasal congestion.
I took the heater from the maid, and Yongding left me alone here, and everyone else turned away.
His nose was cold and red, and he occasionally sighed in his cough.
"I'm getting old, maybe time is running out."
I hurriedly said: "The emperor is just a cold, don't think too much."
A few strands of his hair fell down and glowed with silver light, and I found that he seemed really old, even older than when I first met him. My eyes fell on the picture on the wall again.
Yongding smiled and said, "His name is Yunfan."
"You guys are like seven points." It seemed to take a long time to say.
A pain in my heart, actually only seven points.
I forced a smile: "The emperor must be very fond of him."
Yongding was silent, and he was a little dazed, as if no one would ever ask him this question.
I threw a stone into the pool of water in my heart, and it seemed that it would never sink.
I chuckled lightly: "The white clothes are like snow, the robes are elegant, and they are really exiled people..."
Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted, with a vague voice that seemed to be coming from a distance: "I only regret that I didn't know jade back then, jade has turned into stone, regret is too late..."
It seems that I have always been an outsider. I don't understand their stories, and I have never participated in them. It's a pity that I am not the same age as you, and we have experienced ups and downs together...
Yongding said: "But he left, and Zhang Yan also left." He looked to the side again, his eyes faint: "One day I will also..."
I didn't know what to say, so I could only put my eyes on the place he was looking at. There was snow on the eaves, and it was pure white.
(six)
Spring in March, petals fluttering.
It's not so cold anymore, but still put on the cloak.
I stood under the tree and watched the leaves on the tree block the light of the sun, occasionally projecting at my feet, it was so beautiful.
Emperor Yongcheng stood there and looked at me blankly.
He walked over to his brows and gently helped me with the hair by my ear, he said, "Yunfan, you see your hair is messed up."
I was stunned, my eyes slowly moistened, and I listened to my own voice. "Your Majesty, what did you just call me?"
For a moment, his hand stroking my hair shrank back, and he seemed to finally see clearly. I grabbed his hand suddenly and said, "Your Majesty, who did you just see?"
He looked at me quietly for a while, and seemed to finally distinguish the two of us. He came over, kept silent, helped me straighten the cloak, and left. His back was straight, it must be Years of habit, but the back looks at the vicissitudes of life.
The blue sky, the white clouds traveled thousands of miles, and no one would stop for anyone.
I suddenly remembered a word.
Drawing a dragon and a tiger is difficult to draw the bones, but drawing the skin is easy and drawing the heart is difficult.
I can't think of myself as that person after all, I'm just a stand-in after all, and I stroke the skin on my face.
Like I said at the beginning, it's nothing but a skin.
Just a piece of skin.
There are thousands of skins that can confuse people, and I am just the one who got lost first.
Since then he has come to me again. I live alone in a dormitory. I only do one thing every day, which is to paint my face. I paint that face over and over again, and then I keep imitating the figure of that person. .
Missing becomes ill, like a vine chain tied to him, I never thought that I would miss someone so madly.
I just wish I would be more like him and he would be gentle with me.
(seven)
Three years of spring and autumn, spring flowers and autumn moon, fleeting in a blink of an eye.
In the early autumn night, the weather became cold, and I lay down early.
A shadow was projected outside the door, and he walked around, but did not push the door in.
I looked there silently, and quickly sat up.
Shadows pace up and down,
I couldn't see the person clearly, but I couldn't help but hope that it was the one I thought. The shadow stood quietly for a while and then left.
My sadness was choked in my heart, it was extremely uncomfortable, and there was a sense of disappointment that surrounded my whole body.
I kept telling myself that the skin on my face was just like that person.
The morning light is faint, and the smell of early morning is permeated around. The dewdrops fall on the green leaves. It seems that it rained last night, and the smell of the humid earth still seems to have not dissipated.
I watched the fallen leaves fall to the ground with the wind and fell into the soil, and I suddenly thought of a story that an old man who was sweeping the floor once told me.
When Emperor Yongcheng was just born, he suffered a palace change. The emperor and the queen were buried by fire together. At that time, King Pingxian was only fifteen years old, so he and Zhang Yan, the maid who served the queen, took Emperor Yongcheng outside the palace. Raise an adult.
The prince said, "Actually, the only thing the emperor cares about most is King Pingxian, otherwise there will be no heirs."
"From that incident, the emperor closed himself more and more, but there was only one way."
I opened my mouth, but couldn't make a sound when I heard rapid footsteps over there.
It was a young father-in-law with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. I saw him running in a panic, and he almost stumbled before he could stand firm.
Wang Gonggong wondered: "Isn't this the little plums? What are you doing in such a hurry?"
Xiao Lizi said: "The emperor is critically ill, and I want Young Master Qi to hurry over."
My mind went blank and I didn't have time to think about it, but my feet were already striding forward.
I was about to walk a few steps, but instead ran, I felt uneasy and anxious.
The autumn wind was bleak, one leaf knew the autumn, and those big trees were dyed a dazzling red.
I took a few deep breaths and paused, sweat dripping from my forehead. I hurriedly raised my stiff legs and ran towards his bedroom. I usually thought that the journey was not very long, but now it seems that It never arrives, why is it so long.
I was hot all over and couldn't hold my breath. Seeing that the distance was getting shorter and shorter, I finally pushed open the door and broke in.
The prince frowned and stood on the side of the bed.
I gasped and approached, Yong Ding's hair was scattered, and there were more silver-white hair than before. He seemed very tired. He forced his eyes to open. Those piercing eyes no longer existed. His nose was red, and occasionally he coughed violently.
He sent everyone back, and the prince was silent for a long time, so he had to go down.
He beckoned me over, and I crouched beside his bed.
He propped himself up and whispered softly on my earlobe, breathing in and out warmly, but his heart became more and more uncomfortable.
He said, "Can you tear off that human skin?"
My body froze suddenly, staring straight at him in shock, at a loss.
Turns out he knew.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly unable to open them. He said, "In fact, you have always been you, and he has been him."
Life is like a dream, intoxicated, we are all caught in the dream we weaved. The rest is who is willing to wake up, or who is willing to stay there and sink deeper.
How can it be so simple to tear off human skin, which requires potions, powders, and tools. The mask is covered in the flesh, and if you tear it off hard, it will damage your own face.
He closed his eyes, raised his hand weakly, and put it on my face.
"Let me see you."
I don't know what kind of courage it is, I tore off the human skin, my face was in burning pain, and a tear fell from my left eye.
But he finally never opened his eyes, no matter how hysterical I shouted.
I watched his hand slowly slide down, so slow but so fast, I was stunned as if nothing had anything to do with me, and I heard the eunuch outside shouting in a sharp voice.
The emperor died.
Emperor Yongcheng died, and the whole country observed filial piety for three days. The prince ascended the throne, and the era was changed to Pingchang, and he was titled Emperor Yongyang.
Emperor Yongyang said: "Actually, I have always known about my father's illness, so in order to fulfill a wish of my father, I hereby search for gentlemen in various places, hoping that he can help."
"Actually, the late emperor always knew that he was just trapping himself in that beauty."
Emperor Yongyang hesitated for a moment: "Where do you want to go now, sir?"
"The place where we came and went."
I sighed, "Your Majesty, don't send it away, I will leave by myself."
Emperor Yongyang said, "Mr. take care."
"Take care of yourself."
The maple forest is dyed, a bright red.
My thoughts seemed to return to that time, and the gentleness of his bowing his head really touched me.
"Call me Yongding."
My eyes started to get wet again.
(Eight)
In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the snow outside the window pushed no one to clean it again.
I put the stove on the table, dipped my pen in ink, and drew the facial features of the characters on the white paper.
There was a knock on the door, and the servant was pacing outside to say that there was a visitor from Mr.
I put down the pen and sighed. Follow the servant to the living room.
In the living room stood a middle-aged man with his back facing him, with a jade crown and hair, standing with his hands behind his back.
The middle-aged man turned slightly, but his appearance was five-point similar to the person in the painting just now, and his temples were gray.
He held a paper fan and shook it gently: "Qi Rui."
I smiled, the corners of my mouth were slightly sour, and the tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I'm here to eat dumplings, hoping to get copper coins."
It's fine if you're okay, if you like it, your intentions will be conveyed to the other party one day.
"gentlemen?"
I heard Yoyo wake up, half-opened my eyes and looked at the servant who was cleaning the table. "How long have I just slept?"
"What did you dream of, sir? He laughed, but wept."
I froze for a moment, noticing the corners of my sleeves wet with tears.
"An old friend."
Life is like a dream, intoxicated. The passing of time, the years are ruthless, and when I look back, I realize that I am old.
Outside the window is white, the snow is flying, it is cold, and the clothes are pure white.
I suddenly remembered that snow more than ten years ago, when Yongding was still there. He said: I only regret that I didn't know jade back then, jade has turned into stone, and regret is too late. The snowy days at that time were also like now, it seems to be there, but there is nothing...
Once the cold winter is over, it will be another warm spring, and another year of spring.