Suddenly there was a strong force hitting him, he turned his face instinctively, but he still didn't have time to let go. Dingtang kicked him hard in the face, and the toe of his thick calfskin boots kicked the corner of his eye, bleeding immediately from the kick. The burst of blood didn't stop Dingtang, he yelled and cursed: "You little bastard, you actually want to kill me? I will kill you today." The internal officials coaxed and persuaded, but they didn't Shot to block. He protected his injured right hand and tried his best to avoid Dingtang's punches and kicks. He was young and weak, and the severe pain in his hands made him slow down. The internal officials pretended to persuade him to fight, but they pushed and kicked him from time to time, and he gradually lost the wind.
When the raindrops of fists landed on his head and face, the pain in his flesh gradually turned into an unbearable numbness, and finally there was a ray of despair in his heart. Even if it was death, he didn't want to die so uselessly.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from the slant and grabbed his arm, he raised his head, it turned out to be the fourth son of the emperor Ding Chun. He didn't ride in a chariot, and only two internal officials followed behind him. The twelve-year-old boy was described as thin, as if he was just a quiet and gentle half-grown child, but his hands were so strong that he was pulled away at once. up. Then he bowed and gave a half-respect to Dingtang: "I've seen the second brother." Dingtang twitched the corner of his mouth, snorted through his nose, and asked contemptuously, "What are you doing?"
There was no clue in Dingchun's stern eyebrows, and he looked straight at Jin Chuan'an, the internal official who was following Dingtang: "The Empress Dowager Yiqin once erected an iron plaque at the Qianyu Gate, engraved with twenty-six palace regulations, and the first Thirteen why?"
Jin Chuanan didn't want him to ask this question, the palace rules on the iron plate were all memorized since he was a child, and he blurted out: "Those who instigate discord with the Lord, the staff will be sixty, and they will be expelled into Jishan Hall and will never be used again." Ding Chun nodded: "Come here, pass on the stick, and teach the second brother a good lesson for this servant who provokes the master!"
Jin Chuan'an was so frightened that Dingtang couldn't bear it anymore. He is the queen's son, and Dingchun's biological mother, Concubine Xia, was the queen's maid. Dingchun has always looked down on Dingchun, and said proudly: "You mind your own business."
Dingchun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Second Brother, Seventh Brother is our sibling, this is not an idle matter."
Dingtang giggled, and said: "I don't think this little bastard of She'er is my younger brother, his mother is a barbarian of She'er, and your mother is a slave who waits on my mother's queen to change clothes, you two are a natural pair .”
Dingchun pressed his lips tightly, and there was an aggressive brilliance in his eyes, Dingtang sneered: "What? Look at you, do you still dare to stop me?" Dingtang made a sudden move, "Huh" He punched Ding Luan heavily, Ding Chun instinctively pushed Ding Luan, and raised his hand to stop his punch. Dingtang was furious, he rushed forward to tear and beat, Dingchun protected Dingluan behind him, the three of them had already rolled into a ball in the snow water, there was no way they could pull apart. After hearing the news, the internal officials rushed to separate them, the three of them were already bruised and swollen, and now the matter had become a big mess, and they couldn't hide it.
The emperor was naturally furious when he heard about this, and immediately sent the three of them to go.
Many years later, Ding Luan, the seventh son of Prince Yu, could still clearly remember the day when he first entered Qinghua Palace. Tsinghua Hall has always been the residence of imperial concubines, and its shape is second only to the Queen's Kunyuan Palace. The palace people pulled up the thick brocade curtains, and Ding Luan suddenly felt the heat blowing on his face, wrapped in the faint warmth of fine sandalwood, the whole palace was as warm as spring. The palace guards led them into the front of the Nuan Pavilion, and lightly closed the curtains. The heavy curtains were all strung with pearls, and each pearl was of the same round size. The faint pearls radiated, vaguely shrouded in haze. The warm pavilion is sparse and bright, and there are several varieties of camellias - this is not the season of flowers, these flowers are all cultivated in the fire cellars of Jinan Prefecture, and then sent to Beijing by fast boats equipped with heaters.
Dingluan looked at those flowers, he didn't recognize the names of these flowers, he only thought that the red, red, white and white flowers were very beautiful. The kang cage in the pavilion was too warm, which made people sweat slightly, and his heart gradually became sad. He thought of the Yongtai Palace where his mother and concubine lived, and the Yongtai Palace, which was like an ice cellar, felt something "sigh" in his heart. It was shattered, and he knew that he would never be able to put it together again in this life.
The pretty lady in the palace had already returned, and said respectfully: "The three princes."
Following the maid who led the way, the three of them turned around eighteen black sandalwood screens painted with gold, and even the second son of the emperor, Dingtang, who had always been arrogant and indulgent, cringed. Greetings." After a long while, there was no reply, Ding Luan had always been bold, he quietly raised his head, and suddenly faced his bright and thick black eyes, he couldn't help being slightly startled. There was a mischievous smile in the eyes on the other side of the desk, and they were looking at them with some curiosity. Ding Luan's heart twitched violently. Although he seldom sees each other, he recognizes those eyes. It is Ding Zhan, the sixth son of the emperor who is one year older than him. At this moment, the emperor was personally teaching him how to write a post, holding a small hand, stroke by stroke, and said calmly: "Practicing calligraphy is like practicing arrows, you must concentrate on it, and have no distractions. What are you looking at?" There was a calmness that none of them had in front of them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Father, my son is looking at the two elder brothers and the seventh younger brother, and is not looking at them randomly."
The emperor let go of his hand, and said with a smile: "I'll be talkative." The tone was pampering that they had never heard before, Ding Luan couldn't help but lower his head, and the emperor turned his face and said to them: "Get up." After a short pause, he said again: "I went to see my mother and concubine." The imperial concubine Maoshi gave birth to the sixth son of the emperor Dingzhan, and suffered from cold and headache during confinement. She fell ill for more than half a year, and the three princes rarely saw her, so the three saluted her again.
Concubine Mao was not exceptionally beautiful, but there was an indescribable softness and tenderness in her smile, and her words were also gentle: "Get up." Seeing that there was a wound under Ding Luan's eyebrows, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, "Does it hurt?" Luan turned his face away, and Concubine Mao's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly. The emperor was already angry, seeing him like this, his face darkened: "Dingluan, who taught you to be so rude to your mother and concubine?"
Dingluan raised his face: "She is not Dingluan's concubine mother, Dingluan only has one mother."
The emperor was furious, but he smiled when he was very angry: "Okay, okay, now you are all promising, in addition to learning to fight, you have also learned to contradict me." Seeing his anger, Concubine Mao quickly stood up while leaning on the couch, and said: " The emperor calms down, the child speaks impeccably, the emperor does not need to be as knowledgeable as him." While speaking, he winked at Dingluan. Who knew that Dingluan didn't appreciate it, and said loudly: "I'm not a child." He turned his head and gave Mao Guifei a hard look, "There's no need for you to be hypocritical!"
The emperor was so angry that he changed his tone of voice: "Nizi!" Turning his head around, he saw that the writing and ink utensils were all on the book case, and there was nothing suitable for his hand. In his anger, he took a white jade paperweight and wanted to ask He hit it on the head. None of the people in the pavilion had ever seen the emperor so furious, and they were stunned for a moment. Concubine Mao was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, she was far away from the book case, seeing that the emperor had already slammed her down with one hand, Ding Chun suddenly grabbed her, and instead of daring to stop her, she threw herself on Ding Luan all at once, The emperor fell heavily on his back, the paperweight was so heavy that he twitched in pain. Ding Zhan in front of the book case cried out: "Father Emperor."
It took a while for Dingchun to recover from the burning pain on his back, but he firmly protected Dingluan behind him, Dingluan's face was pale, the emperor was very angry, seeing his sons were scared to death, Even Ding Zhan looked at him in panic, while Imperial Concubine Mao had already knelt down with tears in her eyes. When she knelt down like this, the court ladies and internal officials inside and outside the Nuan Pavilion suddenly knelt down on the ground in black. In the end, it was his own flesh and blood, the emperor's heart softened, but his face was still calm, and he just paused: "Get out!"
Dingluan stared at his father steadfastly, as if he had never known him, the eyes of a seven-year-old child, the emperor felt a little glaring. Ding Chun pulled Ding Luan and bowed in salute: "Your subjects, please leave." He forcefully pulled Ding Luan out, and Ding Tang also backed out with an ashen face.
That was the last time he cried loudly in his life, on the thin shoulders of his fourth brother Dingchun. He thought of his father's ferocious face at that moment, he hated himself, hated why he came to this world. He hated himself that it would be better to die, it would be better to die than to live like this. Living in this superfluous world, living between the indifference of the father and the compassion of the mother. Dingchun's thin shoulders seemed to turn into an ancient stone wall, and he resisted helplessly and desperately against it, turning all the hot tears into heart-piercing sadness.
Dingchun let him cry for a long time, and finally the imperial doctor examined the injury for them. His right index finger was broken. The princes are all learning archery at the age of five. He could draw a small bow with a stone this year, but it has been useless since then. His right hand can't even hold a pen steadily. When he picked up the chopsticks, he was so clumsy and weak that he broke out in a cold sweat. .
He will never cry again, when he sees the deep black and purple bruises on his fourth brother Dingchun's back - if this blow hits his head, I'm afraid he will no longer live in this world. Since then, he has no father, or he has never had a father. The last hope in the past has become an illusion. Now that he wakes up from the dream, there is only one fourth brother left, silently and never leaving.
He gradually learned to hold the pen and hold the chopsticks with his left hand. From every frosty morning to every dusk when the watchman sounds first, the bowstring was twisted on his fingers, strangling into the flesh and bone marrow. The pain was clearly seared in the depths of his memory, and scabs slowly formed. Only he himself knew the blood dripping underneath. He practiced arrows like crazy, every day his arms seemed to be filled with heavy iron lead, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even lift his chopsticks. On the thumb of the left hand, there is always a deep strangle mark left by the finger.
He couldn't stop, if there was a slight pause, that scene would always flash in his mind, a scene that made him extremely horrified. Only at the moment when he draws the bowstring, puts on the arrow feathers, and holds his breath to aim, his mind will be blank and there will be temporary peace. He yearns for this kind of peace, just like a lost person in the desert longs for drinking water. He shoots arrow after arrow, day after day, and keeps chasing, never stopping.
With a sound of "duh", the feathered arrow shot on the swan, and penetrated deeply through the swan's heart. The sharp arrowhead was still stained with a few flakes of red paint on the swan's heart, and shone white and cold in the sunlight.
There was thunderous applause in the audience, and the eunuchs sang loudly: "The seven sons of the emperor have defeated Kui Yuan!" The young man reined in his horse proudly, his brows had faintly the same indifference that the fourth elder brother Ding Chun had, and his martial arts were already that of a royal nobleman. He is recognized as the number one among his children, and even Ding Zhan, the sixth son of the emperor who was personally trained by the great general Mu Dajun, is not his opponent. The martial arts champion of Xinke competed with him in riding and shooting, but he was also defeated in the end. The emperor praised him as: "My family is also a thousand-mile horse."
All of this came too late, the fifteen-year-old boy was too lazy to look back on the rolling praises, fame and fortune.
"Following Ding Chun every day, he is as yin and yang as Ding Chun." The second son of the emperor Ding Tang sarcastically said, "Look at him, not only has he never laughed, he probably never even cried."
He really didn't cry anymore, and many years later, when his concubine mother died lonely, he didn't cry either. The mother's health has long since collapsed, and it is a miracle that she can delay for so many years. At that time, he led a large army to the north of Qituoguan, and the rolling desert wind and sand cut his young face like a sword. The six hundred li rush in his hand was an imperial edict, posthumously bestowing his mother and concubine, who had just passed away, as Concubine Jingxian .
It was only because of the urgency of the battle, and Teng Erge Khan of the Shehu Uytan tribe was his uncle, and the imperial court used troops in two places, so it had to be the last time to deal with Shehu Xuxu and the Snake.
A year later, when he personally led 200,000 cavalry to step across the vast Huitan grassland—the Huitan grassland that this mother has been thinking about all her life... Jin Ge and iron horses, the tide-like army swept across like a broken bamboo, Shehu's Huitan, the court The three tribes of Chao and Uerhan were all destroyed. From then on, the northern border was pacified, and there was no longer any border worries.
On the day of class teacher, the emperor ordered the crown prince to welcome him out of Desheng Gate. The crown prince held onto his hand happily and said, "Seventh brother has worked hard."
The armor clanged, he knelt down to salute, and replied in a respectful tone: "This is the great blessing of the father, not the power of the ministers."
The prince gave a banquet to reward the three armies. In the midst of thunderous cheers, the crown prince smiled and said to him: "Seventh younger brother is heroic, the king's master will finally give up the falcon, father and I can feel at ease." He only answered "yes" sincerely. They seem to have forgotten that half of She'er's blood flows in his blood. On the vast grassland thousands of miles north of Qituoguan, he is called "Chu Chu Ge Ze", and She'er's word means "wolf cub". . It is said that after the defeat of Teng Erge Khan, he slashed himself with a knife, and once looked up to the sky and sighed: "Since I was born at the beginning of this life, I will die in the sky and return to Tanya."
The second son of the emperor, Dingtang, also said privately: "This Sheful bastard, sooner or later, will be a white-eyed wolf capable of biting people to death."
It had been God Bless forty-three years, the emperor had been sick for more than half a year, the crown prince was ordered to supervise the country, but Prince Rui was leading the cabinet errands, and the officials in the court were vaguely divided into two factions, one favored the heir apparent, and the other supported the royal family. Rui. Even though he was outside the customs, he heard a little bit about it.
It was Prince Dingchun of Riyi who hosted a banquet in the mansion to clean up the dust for him, and the two slept together on the same bed after getting drunk. In the middle of the night, he woke up extremely thirsty and drank a cup of herbal tea in one gulp, only to see his fourth brother Dingchun preparing a memorial under the lamp. Seeing him wake up, Dingchun said to him calmly: "You copy this book and hand it in tomorrow morning."
It was the memorial to resign from the military power, Dingchun's eyes were as calm as it was more than ten years ago: "Now the situation will be chaotic, we can only try to protect ourselves first."
His expression was as alert as before under the dim light, and he only said: "Fourth brother, I will obey you."
The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks. Although he is the prince, he is just a pawn in the game. She'ul is gone, but he has great military exploits, and he has been a thorn in the side of those people ever since.
Sure enough, he fell into the trap of the crown prince in the end, and he will never forget those days. Being imprisoned in the dark sky prison, hungry, humiliated, and an uncontrollable resentment. There seemed to be a fire in his heart, scorching him, igniting everything blazingly. After so many years, after so many years, it seemed that he had returned to his childhood, so helpless, so humiliated, and he lost everything again .
They humiliated him in this way, framed him in this way, but he had no choice but to be trapped in prison like this, from every morning to every evening, day and night, letting That resentment gnawed at the last bit of dignity remaining.
Dingchun tried his best to finally meet him. Across the rough and blackened wooden fence of the sky prison, Dingchun stretched out his hand to hold his hand tightly, but he just closed his lips tightly, unwilling to say a word.
"Seventh brother, I will definitely clear up your grievances."
injustice
So what if everyone in the world knew that he was wronged? Didn't the father know that he was wronged? He is his father, but it was his will that locked him into this kind of place, and it was his one sentence that wiped out his hard work for more than ten years. It took him more than ten years to stand up again, and he gently One push and it knocks everything down again.
He no longer has a father. The man on the Ninety-Five Supreme Throne has not brought him any joy in life, but only endless abandonment and endless humiliation.
The last is confinement, being locked up in the palace for a long time, day after day, until the lofty ambitions are exhausted one by one; until the vigorous youthful spirit is turned into gray temples.
He is not old, but his heart is cold, and since then his heart has been like embers.