Feng Jin learned very little from his father, but learned a lot.
The Son of Heaven, the son of God's love, he knew from an early age that the relationship between the father and the mother was not good. The father was a man who valued feelings more than the country, and the mother was a woman who valued the country more than feelings.
The prince who doesn't love his mother and doesn't love him is sometimes not as important as the favored prince, but he can endure it and let his arrogant younger brother retire him from the lotus pond, and then let the whole court know that this younger brother is faint. He could see, see how Wechsler brought his own demise step by step. He could listen and let his father say something dissatisfied to him. Knowing that when his father was dying, he looked at the other party's apologetic expression, and he felt extremely amused.
Since he did it in the first place, why should he regret it now? The so-called guilt is more of a joke to him. The entire Kyushu Dynasty belongs to him, he has the right to do what he wants to do, and the past is just a test for him, he has never taken it to heart, and there is no so-called harm.
There is a need to pay, and he has understood this since he was a child. His mother got the position of queen mother, but lost the heart of motherhood; his father gained beauty, but lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong; his father was a failed man and a failed emperor. I knew that if he were to become emperor, he would never be a man like his father.
His father died, and as a crown prince, it was a matter of course for him to ascend the throne. He mastered military power, mastered the government, and also mastered the life and death of the women in the harem. He has countless women, most of whom are amused, and those who are uninteresting and ignored. For him, women are just entertainment.
The minds of the women in the harem are ever-changing. He doesn't need to know what they think, just how they please him. He and they just get what they want and what they want.
Only later, there was such a woman who foolishly gave a sincere heart. He could give her a lot of things, but he couldn't give her what she wanted.
When she gave birth, he stood outside the door and suddenly thought, if this woman left, wouldn't this harem be a little boring? After all, women in the harem are always like that, and this one is a little different from the others.
Later, she and the child were fine, and he felt relieved, probably because there was still an interesting woman in the harem.
She gave birth to the child she valued the most. This child is not like his father, nor like him, but he is very satisfied. He thought that this child may be the most suitable for the future emperor.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Xian is seriously ill."
After Feng Jin heard about it, he sighed, Concubine Xian he used to value, but he didn't like it for some reason. Maybe it was this woman who thought about what she didn't want to give, so he hated it.
"I'll go take a look." He closed the memorial in his hand, it was the woman he served before he ascended the throne, and he didn't hesitate to go.
Concubine Xian used to be a very quiet woman, but later she became more and more vulgar, like a dirty white paper that could not be washed.
Feng Jin looked at the woman lying on the bed, she seemed to be dying, as if she could leave this world at any time.
"Emperor," Concubine Xian's voice was a little hoarse, a smile appeared on her haggard face, and she sighed, "I didn't expect that the emperor would still be willing to come to see my concubine." She looked away from Feng Jin and landed on the room. On the corner vase, there is a bunch of withered flowers.
She stared at the bunch of flowers for a long time, and suddenly read a poem in a low voice: "The pear flower yard melts the moon, the catkin pond is lightly windy." After reading this sentence, Concubine Xian was a little out of breath, she tried her best to open her eyes to look at Feng Jin , "Your Majesty, do you still remember this poem?" When she first entered the Prince's Mansion, the emperor who was still the Prince read this sentence to her.
Now that more than ten years have passed, the emperor already has other beauties he misses, but she is getting old fast. Shaohua's head is white, Jun's grace is no longer, her tears are falling, maybe she has never got the love of the king, all this is just her delusion.
Feng Jin looked at her quietly, and said after a while, "Have a good rest, I will come to see you in the future."
Concubine Xian watched the emperor go out with a wry smile, and slowly closed her eyes, as if she had dreamed of that moonlit night again. poetry.
"The pear flower courtyard melts into the moon, the catkins... the catkin pond... the faint wind."
A gust of wind blows, the pear blossoms fall, and the fragrance is infinite.
"Concubine Xian died!"
Feng Jin heard the cries coming from the palace behind him, paused slightly, looked back at the palace that had suddenly become noisy, and said to the eunuch beside him, "Concubine Xian should be buried as a noble concubine." After speaking, he turned around. As he was about to leave, he saw Mr. Hu standing in the courtyard, watching him quietly.
He had also valued this woman, but her calculations made him lose interest. Today, she has long since been indifferent, and he will not have the slightest emotion.
Seeing the emperor leave, Mrs Hu slowly bowed her knees, "Congratulations to the emperor." She stood up, no longer able to see the emperor's figure, and looked back at the direction of Concubine Xian's bedroom, she sighed deeply.
The news of Concubine Xian's death soon spread to the harem. Along the way, Feng Jin met many concubines who rushed to Concubine Xian's palace. They all saluted him with sympathy on their faces, but they did not see him. Halfway ugly.
"I have seen the emperor."
"Get up, don't be too polite," Feng Jin lifted the curtain of the imperial carriage and looked at the woman who was bowing to the side. She was wearing a 90% new plain wide-sleeved dress, but it did not detract from her beauty. A woman is someone he has loved for many years, but he doesn't want to see in the end.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Concubine Shu Gui raised her head and saw that the curtains on the imperial carriage were shaking gently. She watched the imperial carriage leave with a calm expression, but saw Concubine Zhao Gui sitting on the carriage facing the imperial carriage from a distance.
She smiled suddenly, and said to Lingsha behind her: "Look, the biggest winner in this harem is her. After all these years, no one is as good as her."
Lingsha listened quietly, she carefully supported Concubine Shu, and after Concubine Shu finished speaking, she said, "Miss, you and she are both concubines. Even if she has a prince, she is not much more honorable than you."
"That's all for the face, who doesn't give her face in this harem," Concubine Shu Gui supported Bu Yao, who was holding her temples, "This is a smart woman, and it is her greatest skill to be able to keep her holy favor."
Lingsha looked up and saw that the imperial carriage had stopped. The emperor seemed to get off the imperial carriage. After talking with Concubine Zhaogui for a while, he returned to the imperial carriage and left.
This is the difference between Concubine Zhaogui and other concubines. Among all the noble lords in the harem, only Concubine Zhaogui has this treatment, and it is no wonder that others flatter her. It's just that Concubine Shu Gui is a very strange woman. She never interferes with the affairs of the harem.
Lingsha thought with some emotion, maybe this is the cleverness of Concubine Zhao.
The days of the harem, year after year, when the concubine Xian died, naturally other women would enter the palace. No one cared too much about a concubine who was not favored, but it was just an addition to the history books.
In the eighteenth year of Chengxuan, Concubine Zhao was ill, and the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital took turns to serve her, but Concubine Zhao's health was getting worse and worse, as if she would go away accidentally.
The emperor and the eight-year-old Crown Prince were both angry, and even many imperial physicians were beaten, but they were helpless against Concubine Zhao's illness.
Looking at the pale and lethargic woman on the hospital bed, Feng Jin seemed to recall that when the prince was born, he was as uneasy as he is now. It seemed that if he didn't watch, the woman would fall asleep.
"Father, mother and concubine will be fine," Feng Qi stood beside him, with determination on his tender face, "Mother and concubine said that she will choose a good daughter-in-law for her son."
"How old are you, you are thinking about your daughter-in-law. When your mother-in-law wakes up, I will clean up you with your mother-in-law." Feng Jin smiled reluctantly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and held the woman's cold hand, as if I thought of the woman's charming smile under the peach blossom tree.
"Can the peach blossoms in the palace bloom?" He looked at Feng Qi.
Feng Qi nodded.
He stood up and said in a low voice, "Take care of your mother and concubine, I will go back when I go."
Feng Qi looked at his father's back and sat down where he had sat, holding his mother's hand in both hands, a little scared and a little worried, "Mother, when will you wake up, without you, the buns were taken by other women What about bullying?" He began to whisper the calculations of the concubines in the harem, sentence after sentence, very clear.
"Mother, wake up soon, my son is afraid."
The palace people in the room lowered their heads in silence, but hoped that the empress would really wake up.
In the peach forest outside the Taoyu Pavilion, Feng Jin folded a few peach blossoms with his own hands, looked at the flowers in full bloom in the garden, and said to Gao Dezhong behind him: "I remember that Concubine Zhaogui loves to use the peach blossoms here every year, this year The peach blossoms are blooming so well, I don’t know what Concubine Zhao Gui will be happy with.”
Gao Dezhong bowed and said: "The emperor please forgive the slave's false words. The emperor has to take care of some Zhao noble concubine. It's not good to eat too many peaches."
"She has such a greedy temper, and I have been unable to do anything to her for so many years." Feng Jin smiled and walked to Xihe Palace with a few peach blossoms.
Before he arrived at Xihe Palace, he saw a eunuch from Xihe Palace sweating profusely, knelt down with a thud, panting, "Emperor... Your Majesty, Concubine Zhaogui she..."
"How is she?" Feng Jin squeezed the peach blossom branch tightly.
"Concubine Zhaogui is awake!" The little eunuch wiped away tears and sweat with his sleeve, "Your Majesty, the lady is awake."
Feng Jin paused, then strode to Xihe Palace, the peach blossom in his hand fell to the ground.
Walking into the inner room, he happened to see the woman leaning on the head of the bed, smiling softly at the prince.
Seemingly aware of his arrival, she turned her head to look over, her clear eyes and bloody lips made him unconsciously throw the peach blossoms to the ground.
"Your Majesty, are you here?" she laughed.
"Well, I'm here." He replied, his face still as calm as ever.
The author has something to say: Before coding this chapter, I have been playing the single looping light music "First Encounter", and finally found some feelings. This song fits the mood I was in when I wrote this chapter. When I wrote this article at the beginning, it was only because I was stimulated by the transmigration girl who fell in love with the emperor and was abused that I wrote it impulsively.
This article accompanied me through the important things in my life, getting married, having children, growing up, and facing many helpless things in life, and made me understand that life is more complicated than I imagined.
Some people scold it, some people understand it. For me, these are all people who have liked this article, and it is also my blessing. But I think, even when I don't write the essay, this essay will be the one I remember the most, because there is no essay that can accompany me through these things.
Thanks again to the sisters who have liked or are still reading this article. Without you, this article would not have been possible. Thank you very much, everyone has a good year of the horse.
(There will be a story about Jiang Xianbi later, which will describe some of the heroine's affairs, and the content of the story has not yet been determined, let me think about it first)