Choked by the lady, Emperor Shengyuan was speechless for a long time, and finally thought of coaxing words. When he was about to continue speaking, the main hall arrived. This is the place where the important officials of the court and the royal family knelt down and worshipped. They are all powerful figures in Yanjing. Mr. Guan and Father Guan are sitting in the first row, holding manuscripts in their hands, talking with Master Xuanguang about something. .
"Wei Chen has seen the emperor." Seeing that the Son of Heaven was coming, everyone hurriedly stood up and saluted, and when they caught sight of Mrs. Guan, who had retreated to the side, they all showed a surprised expression.
"Your Majesty, is this?" Mr. Guan hurriedly asked.
"I wanted to write a sacrificial text for the imperial concubine myself, but because of my lack of knowledge, I didn't dare to write, so I asked Mrs. Guan to teach me. Madam's sacrificial text is broken and rhythmic, and the shape is loose and condensed, as if I have never learned the rhythm format. It is easiest for a layman to master." Emperor Shengyuan explained in earnest.
The old master Guan suddenly realized and agreed, "If you let the emperor write a parallel poem, it will really embarrass you. Wei Chen just discussed with Master Xuanguang that the sacrificial text was originally written in remembrance of the deceased. I just need to express my emotions. Wei Chen and others are the best at strategy theory, but if they want to talk about the situation, they are a little inferior, and they don't dare to give advice." Hua Luo looked at his granddaughter, and whispered, "Yiyi, Good life to instruct the emperor, don't hide it."
"How dare my granddaughter?" Guan Suyi hurriedly handed over her hands, and at the end she bowed down to all the ministers, with a graceful attitude, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Mrs. Guan is a good talent!" The ministers said in unison, praised again and again, and watched the emperor walk away before getting together to speak again, without thinking about anything else. On the contrary, Father Guan chased down the corridor and looked at it for a long time. Seeing that the emperor deliberately slowed down, he turned to let his daughter side by side with him, and his eyes flashed quickly.
When the two came to the apse, several palace servants were carrying out the huge bathtub, and another servant was adding spices to the copper stove, and wisps of green smoke swirled up, exuding a delicate and pleasant fragrance.
"I was bathing and burning incense just now, and I rushed over when I received the news that the Queen Mother intended to embarrass you." Emperor Shengyuan raised his hand, as if he wanted to lead his wife, but in the end he didn't dare to make trouble, so he had to take her to the inside, please Enter the guest seat.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for rescuing the minister's wife. The minister's wife is grateful."
The two sat cross-legged on a futon covered with a thick blanket, and in front of them was a table with two sets of four treasures of the study. Perhaps because of the sacrifice of the first empress dowager, Emperor Shengyuan's attitude was very solemn. After being alone for so long, he never did anything outside the rules, so Guan Suyi's high-hanging heart slowly let go.
"Look, Madam, this is the result of my writing for a quarter of an hour." He pointed to a piece of rice paper on the table. There were only two lines of words on it, and one line was painted out, which looked very messy.
"I sat for a long time, but I didn't know how to write. I don't even know what the imperial concubine looks like, so how can I write a memorial?" His resolute face showed a hint of fragility, and he handed over his hands sincerely, "Please, Madam, teach me."
Guan Suyi can't guard against an orphan who is sad and misses his dead mother, let alone a student who humbly asks for advice. She took the manuscript and glanced at it, pointing, "Although Your Majesty has never gotten along with the Empress Dowager, you cannot write the sacrificial text from her point of view, so that the world can appreciate her style through words, then you can change the angle and start from yourself. Right? Every moment you miss her, she misses you in heaven; every achievement you achieve is her achievement; your greatness is her greatness; your nobleness is her nobleness because you are her The continuation of life. So when writing about her, start from writing about you, and slowly bring your thoughts about her into it, without considering whether the sentences are smooth or not, let alone whether the writing is beautiful, and write down everything you can think of. At that time, The court lady will add a little touch to His Majesty, and that's it. If the Queen Mother is alive, what she wants to listen to is what you really want to tell her."
Emperor Shengyuan considered for a moment, and suddenly realized, "What Madam said! I was born and the imperial concubine passed away. I have never been with her for half a day, and I have never seen her voice and smile, but I know that she loves me no more than anyone else. There are few mothers, no, maybe even more heavy. Without her, there would be no me. When I was young, I saw the mother wolf feeding the cubs and the mother monkey hugging the cubs, and my heart always felt stuffy and painful, but I don’t know why. Until I met Huangjie, when I learned that I was a human, not a beast, I realized that the feeling is called loss, pain, and yearning. Since that day, I have thought that I will go out of the mountains and find my mother in the future. What kind of character does she look like? , why do you want to abandon me? These obsessions trouble me, and they also inspire me, I go on expeditions everywhere, isn't it to find her?"
His eyes were slightly red, and the stars were twinkling in his eyes, but they never fell. He crushed the rice paper with one hand, clenched the other into a fist, and pressed it on the table with extreme restraint, causing the wood to emit difficulty. A heavy squeak.
Guan Suyi couldn't bear it, and quickly changed the subject, "Your Majesty, write, what you just said is very good. Let's not write sacrifices, we will rewrite letters, record everything you want to say to the queen mother, and burn it to her. Over the years, the only person she has been worried about is you, and she must be very happy to hear from you. No matter how many scriptures she recites or how much sesame oil she orders, it won't match your wishes." The words fell on the inkstone and collapsed. some water, and slowly grind the ink.
Emperor Sheng Yuan turned to look at her, his clenched fists suddenly loosened, his grief-stricken expression softened slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Madam is really smart and thoughtful. Two sentences. I will write a letter to the imperial concubine, and ask my wife to revise it for me after the draft is finished."
"Your Majesty is wrong, the court lady must do her best." Guan Suyi polished the ink, picked a sheep hair of moderate thickness, and handed it over with both hands.
Emperor Shengyuan took the pen and took a deep look at her before he began to write. At first, the writing was a little blocked, but it gradually became smoother. The more he wrote, the more his brush flew. Tears rolled down and the handwriting was smudged; in grief and anger, gnashing teeth, penetrating the back of the paper; in grief and despair, I was speechless, and I could only abandon the pen, then cover my face with my hands, and stay still for a long time.
Guan Suyi didn't know if he was crying, but he knew that he was definitely not calm at the moment, but he didn't urge or comfort him in the slightest, and just sat quietly and waited.
Bai Fu couldn't stand it any longer, his eyes were red, and he was waiting to be comforted, but Mrs. Guan gave him a stern stare and had to retreat.
After half an hour, Emperor Shengyuan finally put down his hand, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell the sadness and joy. Guan Suyi then picked up the pen, dipped the ink again, and said softly, "Go ahead."
Emperor Shengyuan didn't say a word, but he took the pen obediently and continued to write. He gave up the pen a few times in the middle. He seemed to be very sad, but every time he was picked up by his wife, he put it back into his hand. Repeatedly, after half an hour, finally Finished writing the scriptures.
"Ma'am, my heart hurts." He clutched his chest and confided.
Guan Suyi took out an embroidered handkerchief, stuffed it into his hand, and sighed, "Your Majesty, wipe your tears. Your court lady understands how you feel, and you can only let go of it if you survive this."
Emperor Shengyuan clenched the handkerchief with strong cinnamon, but was reluctant to wipe his tears. For some reason, he felt much more relaxed, and he no longer felt overwhelmed by painful memories.
Guan Suyi took over the manuscript and read it slowly. Although he had already learned of his tragic experience, he was horrified after getting a deeper understanding. There are purgatory in the world, dragon blood and black yellow; there are also fathers and sons fighting against each other, betrayal and separation; If she hadn't seen this manuscript, just from the appearance, she always thought that Kunal was invincible.
But how can there be invincible people in the world? Step by step from the dust to the top, the suffering and harm that he has endured are often unimaginable to ordinary people.
Through the manuscript, her cognition of Kunal was subverted again. She sympathized with his painful experience, and admired his bravery and unyielding. It was not by luck that he could be today. By the end, her cheeks were wet with tears, and she was unable to calm down for a long time.
Emperor Shengyuan hid the handkerchief that his wife gave him and hid it in his arms, took out his own handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and handed it over, comforting, "Madam, don't cry, everything is over. I have already let go, can't you let it go? ?"
Guan Suyi hurriedly raised her handkerchief to wipe her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your writing is very good, very good, far better than me." Huan Luo stood up, walked to the opposite side of the case, and knelt down cautiously, "Your Majesty's The sacrificial text is unparalleled in the world. If it is called a minister's wife, there is no need to change a word or a sentence. However, you are the emperor, this sacrificial text is not only a sacrificial text, but also an edict, so many places cannot be stated, and many places need to be modified. Even many words must be withheld."
Emperor Shengyuan seemed to have expected it long ago, and immediately bypassed the regulations to help his wife, and said softly, "You can change it however you want. My words are not only about myself, but also about the national system, I understand."
Guan Suyi breathed a sigh of relief and comforted, "This manuscript is considered to be written by His Majesty to his mother in the name of his son, not to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother first, the words she wants to hear have already been heard."
Emperor Sheng Yuan finally showed his first smile today, stretched out his hand to help his wife, asked her to return to the case and sat down with a respectful attitude, "Then Mrs. Lao will transcribe it again, and then modify it."
Guan Suyi nodded and agreed, spread out the rice paper and carefully copied it, her eyes began to turn red as she wrote, and her eyelashes were dripping with tears, looking very pitiful and cute. Emperor Shengyuan's colic heart had long since recovered, placing one hand on the table and the other on his forehead, staring intently at his wife through the gap between his fingers. I thought that recalling the past was the most painful moment, but because my wife was by my side, I tasted a lot of sweetness after the pain.
If you have a wife to accompany you in your life, how happy will you be? Mother has a spirit in heaven, and she will be happy about it, right? She is so strong and brave, if she were still alive, she would definitely like a daughter-in-law like Mrs.