She still remembered that when she became a teacher, it was a sunny day.
In Qinghe Cui's generation, she was actually the only girl in the family's main branch, and most of the rest died in her infancy. And because the family was in power, she was given to the prince in the womb of her mother. According to several nurses in childhood, if they were born as a boy, they would have been stolen and replaced by a girl, just to be able to enter the main palace.
Fortunately, it is a girl.
Unfortunately, this girl was born without speech.
Therefore, she would worship King Xiao Nanchen as her teacher. The little prince who was sitting on an army of 700,000 and the empress dowager feared the most was also the youngest uncle of the prince, but it was not the queen mother. According to her mother, this move will give her a solid backing, and at the same time, she will be able to win over the uncle for the prince in the future as a mentor and apprentice.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Kill two birds with one stone.
She seemed to understand the stakes, but she was still full of longing when she thought of the master's arrogance that day when the master waved his hand and the three armies kneeled together. If it hadn't been for stealing him that day, she would have thought that King Xiao Nanchen was a prince who was more than 30 years old.
In full view, the eleven neatly bowed to the teacher, took the tea cup from the people around him, held it tightly with two small hands, and walked towards the young man sitting in the middle step by step.
The water swayed slightly in the cup, rippling layers after layers.
She didn't dare to be distracted at every step, until Zhou Shengchen raised the teacup above her head respectfully.
She thought that if it were the other disciples, she should respectfully call out "Master, please use tea", but she had to be quiet and the only thing she could do was to hold the tea steady. Soon, one hand took the teacup in her hand, and the other held the cup, and sips lightly: "It's the right time, you're called eleven at home?" Eleven raised her head and looked at her with bright eyes. He nodded gently.
"It just so happens that I have ten apprentices, so I call you eleven, okay?"
He did not call himself "a teacher" but "I".
Shi Yi was a little startled and couldn't help but look at his mother far away.
After her mother nodded, she nodded gently. She thought, this is really a strange master and little prince.
After many years, she remembered that day and still remembered clearly. He was dressed in a bi-colored gown, his eyebrows seemed to have a smile, but a gentle sun dazzled people's eyes like a cloudy day. King Xiao Nanchen, who became famous in his youth and made outstanding military achievements, but treated every disciple and soldier well, has been her teacher since then, and has never changed throughout his life.
She is the future princess, and unlike ordinary seniors, she also has a maid serving alone in a separate courtyard in the palace. Because of this, it was crowded out in the first two years of entry. Because of her identity, those people didn't dare to take any action, but just treated her coldly, like a passerby. She didn't care too much. It was this kind of identity that allowed her to be favored by her master, often accompanied by herself in the study, and even allowed to board the library in the forbidden area of the palace.
Then, under Master's observation and instruction, all the senior brothers and sisters finally began to slowly accept her. She can't speak, she always laughs. Everyone who laughs is warm and welcoming. Even if she looks plain, she is also lovable.
However, the master still only allowed her to go to the library. Some senior brothers couldn't help but asked her with pen and paper, what treasures are there in the library that could become a forbidden place in the palace? She shook her head, smiled without writing, and even flickered occasionally.
The building has only three floors, and the fragrance of pine and bamboo permeates throughout the year. When the lights are not on, the light is very dim. The first time she went, she also sneaked in secretly. When she first entered the palace, enemy troops from neighboring countries took a lot of borders. The master led the troops on the expedition. She didn't even know the second person. Therefore, in the library, there is a whole wall on the wall, and there are poems written by her, all of which were recited by her mother since childhood.
I don’t understand the meaning of poems, but I can write fluently.
When Zhou Shengchen returned, the library had been covered with two walls by her.
The maid could not find her in the middle of the night, so she had to quietly ask for help from Zhou Shengchen. Qinghe Cui's daughter disappeared late at night. The maid had no master, and the six gods had no master. Zhou Shengchen searched the palace alone until he reached the top floor of the library. He saw the little girl who served herself tea when she was apprentice, and wrote Sima Xiangru’s book on the wall. Shanglin Fu.
There is no deviation of a word.
But it happened to be stuck in the words of the affection between men and women: long eyebrows, gaze slightly.
At a loss, she clenched the brush tightly and got down from the bamboo chair. He didn't even dare to look up at the master in the moonlight, with an interesting look. "Forgot the second half?" Zhou Shengchen walked over, crouched down on one knee, and asked her warmly.
Eleven pursed his lips, a little unwilling, but still silently nodded.
The master suddenly reached out and wiped the ink from her face.
The fingertips are a bit rough, not as soft as a mother. But the same warmth, and the same gentleness.
He laughed: "The second half of the sentence is: lust gives the soul and the heart is happy."
She suddenly raised her head and was delighted to see Master. When she wanted to turn herself back on the bamboo chair, she felt lighter and was picked up by him from behind: "Write, I will hold you." She nodded, a little scared, and a little happy. , So that when these eight characters are written, they are very different from other handwritings.
She has to write again, and the master has put her down: "Go to sleep, and make up for the rest when you finish your studies."
Therefore, in the library, there are poems that she hasn't finished.
She even regarded it as a secret in her own heart.
Later, when she got older, she only understood the true meaning of this phrase.
Women are taught by sex, and men are with souls.
Whenever the master left the palace, for as short as half a month or as long as three months, she would quietly come to the library. Sometimes when you open the window in the afternoon, there will always be wind blowing in. It is more impetuous in summer, and colder in winter. When there is wind, there is sound, whether it is the sound of wind piercing through several bookshelves or the sound of turning over a book.
At first, she was short and always stood on a bamboo chair. Later, she grew taller and no longer needed a bamboo chair.
Needless to say, Zhou Shengchen will always find her here, and then on a fixed pillar, she will measure whether she has grown taller during the time she is away. She was always happy when she saw him suddenly coming, but couldn't tell, she cautiously hooked his little finger with her index finger, shook it, and refused to let it go.
"Eleven." When he talked to her, he always squatted down on one knee, very gentle, "You laugh, it's best to look at, laugh often, okay?" She laughed, and the corners of her mouth raised.
The sun, the moon and the moon, year after year.
She is not proficient in everything, but prefers chess and painting.
The former can be used to spend time with Master in the library, while the latter can be used to portray Master when he is dealing with official duties. She didn't dare to paint blatantly, so she had to hide the eyes, the character of the body, the smile, the sleeping, the tired, or the angry master because of the battle, all in the flowers, plants, landscapes and waters.
She alone can see it, but she alone understands it.
She didn't come to the palace, and naturally she was not as broad as the brothers and sisters. Every ten days when sharing a dinner, one can always hear the seniors who have gone with the master, happily describing how he pointed at the army and took the lead. And how did the elder sister describe the master’s reputation in market rumors.
"Eleven, do you think Master is very good-looking?"
She was startled, thought about it, and then nodded lightly.
If you say that Master is not good-looking, there is no one to see in this world.
"Have you ever heard of "Beauty Bones"," the youngest senior sister said softly, leaning on her shoulder, "Beauty bones are rare in the world. Those who have bones, but not skin, and those who have skin, but not bones. And King Xiao Nanchen is the only person in this world who has both skin and bones. The common people say that this is rarer than the emperor's bones."
The senior sister said softly, and even at the end, there was a big rebellion.
"Xiao Nanchen Wang has thousands of courtiers and 700,000 troops. He has made great achievements in battle. It is time to divide the territory and open a piece of clear tomorrow."
Her eyes flashed.
She knew that the senior sister had drunk too much, and she had forgotten that this senior sister who couldn't talk about gossip was the crown prince.
To be worthy of the royal family, to win over King Xiao Nanchen.
She was a little flustered when she heard that, after dinner, she secretly went to the library. Unexpectedly, the master stood by the window in a daze without burning the lamp. She looked at Master from a distance through the gap of the wooden bookshelf, and thought of her words. Beauty bones, although these three characters sound extremely beautiful, they are not a shackle.
She looked tired and sat down. Asleep in a daze.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was a little bit brighter, but the master was gone, only the long gown was draped on me. The clothes were cold, and it was a long time since I wanted to come. This was the first time. She fell asleep here, and the master didn't hug her downstairs.
Timely fingers slid gently along the cuffs of the shirt.
Just so, the cheeks are already hot. Years ago, she could only recite "Long eyebrows and continual gazes". It was him who taught her "Letters teach the soul and the heart is happy."
Now she is really lustful and fascinated.
She picked up a pen late at night and wrote a letter, begging her mother to divorce.
When my mother wrote back, she didn't mention retiring every word, but it was a rumor.
There are rumors in the market that King Xiao Nanchen and the prince concubine are going to do something different, ignoring the status of master and apprentice, regardless of the general ethics; there are rumors that the King Xiao Nanchen intends to raise troops to change the world to become self-reliant; there are also rumors in the market that the Cui family of Qinghe has already joined Xiaonan. Chen Wangfu teamed up to create a beautiful world, with both hands to worship, just to divide the borders and crack the soil, and jumped from a distinguished family to a king.
"My son, be cautious in words and deeds, Qinghe's pulse is in your hands."
She closed the letter, opened the glaze lamp of the lamp, and burned the letter. There were frequent imperial edicts in the palace, and His Royal Highness even went to the door personally to appease King Xiao Nanchen as the prince. The emperor, the emperor and the ministers, are so unharmonious. It seems to be announced to the world. The rumors are only rumors.
On her seventeenth birthday, she was instructed by her mother to leave Xiaonanchen Palace and live for ten years, but she had never seen Chang'an City in the bustling commercial street.
That day was also a good day with the sun shining brightly.
It is rare for the master to be leisurely in the mansion, leaning on the bamboo chair in the study. She remembered that when she walked in to say goodbye, sunlight came in from the window, and the mottled shadow fell on him, half-bright and half-dark, his eyes were as clear as water. Raise your head.
Looked at her quietly.
The eleventh workers neatly performed the salute of the apprenticeship, kneeling down, and head against the bluestone slab. She is a teacher for one day and a father for life. This worship is to say goodbye to him for ten years of nurturing and teaching kindness.
"The Queen Mother has a decree, let me accept you as a righteous daughter, eleven, are you willing?"
She got up and shook her head lightly.
Just now, the kindness of the master and apprentice had ended, and she didn't want to step out of the palace, and still have such a bond with him.
He smiled slightly: "The king will resist an order."
Eleven walked in front of him and knelt down by the bamboo chair. Look carefully, there is a faint tiredness between his eyebrows. She couldn't help reaching out her hand, trying to touch his face.
Only this time, after this time, she left, left Chang'an, and returned to Qinghe Cui's family.
He noticed it, and raised his eyes slightly to look at her. She was frightened, she didn't know whether to withdraw her hand or touch his face calmly. After a brief silence, he leaned forward gently, cooperated, and touched her hand.
Her fingers trembled a little, but still stubbornly slid from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose.
Every inch is felt slowly.
Beauty bones.
She thought, what is so special about this bone, that even the royal family would be afraid of it. It can be chanted by people all over the world.
Lusciousness and soul. What she was talking about was how to bear the "sex teaching" with her ordinary appearance like her, and the man with her soul and soul... She quietly withdrew her hand. He suddenly smiled and asked her, "I have been in Chang'an for ten years. Haven't seen the real Chang'an City on November?" Eleven nodded, thought about it, and couldn't help but smile regretfully.
"I'll take you to see."
She was stunned, thinking of her mother's letter, and shook her head hesitantly. He finally took her out of the palace until he ordered someone to get a black veil with a hood to cover her entire face and only show her eyes. The sun was shining brightly and the streets were noisy. He rode with her, and warmly told her the name of each place and the difference of each place.
He whip everywhere, it should be a battlefield of life and death.
But that day, it was only the pavilions and pavilions of Chang'an City. He didn't wear a royal robe, she covered her face, he was no longer her master, and she was no longer his disciple. Looking from a distance, what is right now is a woman with clear-faced eyes, and a man with a magnificent grace and demeanor holding her in his arms.
This is the city of Chang'an where she has lived for ten years.
The day she left the palace was also when he once again led troops to defend against the enemy. After ten years of fighting, the borders were cleared, and the neighboring countries were even more frightened. This battle was only a warning from the four parties, and there was no danger of death.
She thought so.
Ten days later, she arrived at the ancestral home of the Cui family in Qinghe, where she was taught by the prince's nanny to learn the wedding ceremony. The nurse seems to have heard of her various faults, stern words, making things difficult for her everywhere. She didn't say a word, just jotted down every important point, omitting the sarcasm.
Until the frontier is in a hurry.
Her Royal Highness personally set off to assist King Xiao Nanchen, and she realized that something was strange.
King Xiao Nanchen has been on the battlefield since he was sixteen, and he has never failed. The sword refers to a sea of blood, and he will surely win back to the dynasty. A prince who has been raised in the palace all the year round, He De, how can he dare to lead troops to reinforce.
She had nowhere to ask, only her father and brothers and the royal family were all around her.
She remembered that during those ten years in the palace, Zhou Shengchen personally carried her back to the room when she fell asleep, lest she would catch cold and get sick. A little bit of wind and cold, he would drink hot tea made from perilla leaves in his room. On the contrary, when he returned home, he had to walk barefoot on the icy floor and learn how to collapse and serve the king on a snowy day.
After half a month, my mother came to look for her and watched her repeatedly practice the sitting posture.
After a long while, mother finally silently passed a piece of paper.
The handwriting is sparse and hastily, but the familiar ones are shocking:
Chen has lived up to the world in this lifetime, but only lost eleven.
Standing barefoot on the bluestone floor, she listened to her mother word by word, telling her how King Xiao Nanchen had rebelled on the night three days ago, held the prince, and attempted to become the emperor. Fortunately, her father and brother eleven escorted him. The success was defeated, and it was the crime of Eviscerate.
What is bone removal? Because he is famous for his beauty.
The prince was going to be in front of the people of the world, removing his beauty bones, and punishing him a little.
Mother's eyes flickered, she opened her eyes and looked straight at her mother.
But I can't ask, I can't speak.
A person in this life has a tongue, but he cannot speak. He couldn't even ask how he left this paper.
Who lost whom
Eleven held the paper and shivered uncontrollably. She remembered that before leaving that day, she personally stroked his eyebrows and didn't want to forget everything about him. But now goodbye, it's a broken piece of paper.
He lived up to the world and told her clearly that he was framed.
Father and brother killed him, and the royal family killed him.
And how can she stay out of it.
It is advisable to fold the paper and put it on the chest inside the placket. In silence, go and practice how to sit down again and again.
Eleven, in your life, who do you want to go home with
She has an answer long ago.
postscript
Zhou Shengchen, Xiao Nanchen King. He has been stubborn and loyal throughout his life, but in his prime, he was exhausted by his fame and gradually became rebellious. Fortunately, the Cui family of Qinghe saw through the treacherous tricks, the king was captured, and the prince hated him and gave him the punishment of evisceration.
The penalty was three hours, but there was no wailing, and he refused to regret his death.
King Xiao Nanchen had no wife or children in his life, but he kept secret affair with the crown prince's concubine. On the fourth day after the death of King Xiao Nanchen, the crown prince's concubine died. There are rumors that she hanged herself from the ten-zhang high building of the palace, and there are also rumors that she jumped down from the Chang'an city wall. Only in the library of the Royal Palace, the entire book "Shanglin Fu" handwritten by the prince's concubine is the proof.
He is full of grace in a few words and is deeply buried in the world.
Twenty-six years have passed since this life.
Shiyi leaned against the window and looked at the road signs just passing by outside the car window. I couldn't help but sigh that the good weather and the blue sky without a trace of floating clouds made people feel better. The taxi went unimpeded all the way, and after she got off the car, the procedures were smooth, but unexpectedly, she walked back and forth twice inside the security gate, and the sirens were loud.
The most disturbing thing is that the siren next door keeps ringing. I don't know which unlucky ghost is like her and encounters an unreasonable security gate. "Miss, please take off your shoes. We need to check it again." She nodded and sat down on one of the seats. The moment she lowered her head to take off her shoes, she saw the back of the man next door.
Very high, with a straight back. When she saw him, he was picking up his laptop.
On the other side of the security gate, there is a long queue.
On this side, only the two of them were being checked.
"Mr. Zhou Shengchen?" The man at the security checkpoint picked up his lost passport, "You forgot your passport."
"Thank you." He turned around.
He noticed her gaze and looked up.
The moment of looking at each other suppressed all the disturbance and noise around him. Everything is no longer related to her, Shi Yishen looked at him and couldn't look away anymore. She wanted to laugh and cry, but she couldn't speak anyway, even half a word.
You came after all.
Zhou Shengchen, you came after all.