Wan Yanyong sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, listening to those few words, followed by his complicated expression.
The King of Hebei's concubine Pucha was the wife of his father, Wanyan Zongyao. Wanyanyong and his mother had suffered a lot at her hands since childhood, so when he heard that she was here, he couldn't be happy. He kept his head down and remained silent.
I recall that back then, he was a young man in his youth, indulging in books in the Mingtang, wielding swords and breaking halberds in the sword field, a genius of his own. He was majestic and majestic, but calm and gentle. When he turned around and glanced at him, many beauties were smiling at each other.
Xu Shitian is jealous of talents. He is talented, but he has suffered a lot. When he was young, he was humiliated by his aunt and suffered great physical and mental torture. When he was most confused, he lost his pillar of support. He also watched his mother escape into Buddhism and practice Buddhism with his own eyes. Long hair.
In his entire life, he will never forget how he climbed out of the thorns, nor will he forget how many lonely and helpless nights he spent.
"Let her go back! The imperial concubine needs to rest," he waved his hand and sent the maid out.
Mingxuan knew that he couldn't let go of the past, so she sat up and held his shoulders: "Your Majesty, it's hard for the concubine to come here. It's windy and cold outside, so please let her in!"
He didn't answer, he just glanced at Qingya who lowered her head, and then frowned.
"Your Majesty, the past has passed. Those who have achieved great things must be strict with themselves and treat others leniently. Since the concubine has a heart of repentance, please don't mention the past!"
She is a kind-hearted person who doesn't want to worry about things. She also wants to take the overall situation into consideration and doesn't want her family to be unhappy.
"Then, please invite the concubine in!" He paused and nodded.
As the guests gradually moved away, an old woman in her fifties came out from outside. She was wearing a dark autumn fragrant wide-sleeved robe, a plain white skirt, and a few belts tied around her waist. She has a piece of jade, her temples are graying, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are also very conspicuous.
Although she is over fifty, she is very particular about her makeup. The hairpins on her simple bun are extremely exquisite, and even her nails are painted with vermilion kodan. Time still cannot hide her nobility and elegance, nor can she conceal the beauty of her youth.
As soon as she entered the door, she slowed down, frowned, and paused as if guilty. Her wrinkled eyes gradually turned red, and her hands retracted into her sleeves.
Wan Yanyong did not stand up or turn his head to look at her, but lowered his head.
"Ma'am, why are you here?"
It was Mingxuan who broke the deadlock first. She propped herself up and sat up, glanced at her husband, smiled at him, and waved to Xiu Yin to set up the armchair.
The concubine who came from afar was stunned for a while, and then she gently sat down on the chair that she had supported.
"Of course I'm here to see you and Lu'er. After you two came back from Tokyo, I, as your legitimate mother, didn't even look at you. It's my fault!"
"Now, I heard that you are pregnant again, so I, the old lady, brought some small gifts to my grandson. I hope you won't dislike it."
The concubine waved her hand and waited for someone to bring a long box, inside which lay a shiny jade lock, held in a silver ring and surrounded by seven treasures.
After looking at it, she just smiled and thanked her, ordered the maid to accept the square box, and said some polite words.
In the silence, Qingya carefully looked at the old woman in front of her. Her kind appearance, gentle eyes, and generous manners and words did not look like a vicious-hearted person who would harm children.
Such a person, seemingly harmless, dignified and beautiful, actually ruined a young man's supposedly happy childhood with his own hands.
When Wanyanyong saw her, the past events inevitably came to mind. He walked out with a sad face without looking back or paying attention to anyone.
Qingya just felt that it was not appropriate for her to be here alone, so she stood up and bowed: "Sister-in-law, you can have a good time reminiscing with the Dowager Empress! I will go down!"
She bowed lightly and walked out, leaving only the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the room. The two had not seen each other for many years. When they reunited after a long absence, they could only look at each other and didn't know what to say.
"Lu'er still can't forgive me!" When she said this, tears were already welling up in the eyes of the concubine.
Hearing this, Mingxuan was also at a loss. In order to make the whole family happy, she, as the daughter-in-law, must be a good medicine between their mother and son, and let her put down her burdens and past sorrows to repay evil with kindness. It is impossible to be calm.
"Honey, don't think too much. The king no longer cares about the past. It's just that too many things have happened recently and he is already overwhelmed! That's why it is like this," she explained.
Talking about the past events, the concubine shed red tears and regretted the past. She quickly brought the silk to wipe her eyes.
"It's my fault as an old woman. I was stupid when I was young, and I treated and humiliated their mother and son harshly. When I grow old, I end up in this situation! This is retribution."
"My dear, it has been many years, and now the king has let it go!"
Seeing her tears is a confession of past mistakes, and a memory of the countless favors and glitz in her youth. But now, she has remarried and her husband has died, and she has been forced to move to another house. The old house in Fukasa is surrounded by dead trees. The empty house is still as glorious as ever, surrounded by delicacies, jade and pearls. It is no longer as if it was a bustling market, with small glimpses of green pond grass and people on the jade steps.
After Qingya walked out of Serlin Garden easily, about two steps later, she saw Wanyanyong sitting in a long pavilion with falling flowers in the distance. The bright light reflected the light and the remaining snow shone, as if he was getting more and more haggard.
Because of the troubles she had had these past few days, she didn't want to pay attention to him, so she didn't look at him. She walked straight down the stone steps and walked towards the entrance of the garden. After walking a few dozen steps, she heard a strange sound.
"Tongtong...tongtongtong," it seemed like someone was tapping.
"Rustling..." It seemed like falling flowers were scattered.
She turned back with some doubts, walked through the bluestone door again, and passed through the plum trees. But he saw himself, holding up his fist and punching the lacquered red stone pillar non-stop, punch after punch, shaking the trees beside him and scattering clusters of bud flowers.
He seemed to be venting or torturing himself. He didn't stop until a new injury on his chest occurred, and he held the pain in his chest tightly.
But after a while, he raised his fist again and kept hitting.
Looking at the red raspberries fluttering in the wind, she could no longer move her feet. She stood under the pavilion, walking on the snow and looking at the plum blossoms, intoxicated and not knowing her way back.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing his endless punches, she walked towards him with small steps.
"She still cares about the lonely king..." He heard her chirping and thought in private.
She stood in front of the pavilion, straightened her somewhat messy long hair, and looked into his eyes.
She looked at the heroic prince in front of her, with red eyes and a little blood on his fists, standing straight in front of her. Looking back at those years, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed in her heart.
"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"
Her tone was so light and so calm.
"Qingya, the lonely king is feeling bitter! How can the lonely king be worthy of your aunt?"
After hearing this, she took his hands off the red pillar, turned around and sat on the small stone pier in the pavilion: "I know why you are like this, but I can't say anything, and I don't have the right to say it."
"Just tell me!" He sat down lightly and said.
She looked at the back of his bloody hand in trance, then took the silk from her sleeve and handed it to him.
"If I were you, I would naturally not forgive the concubine! ...But I also wouldn't hate her! Just let it go in peace."
She propped her head up and didn't look at him, just pinching her sleeves.
"Why?"
"Maybe I'm heartless! If someone treats me like this, why should I pretend to be compassionate and do things I don't want to do?"
"I don't want to do it, and I can't be as loving as my sister-in-law."
"Then the lonely king..."
"But having said that, you have a mother-son relationship after all. It can only be said that you have to fulfill your filial piety and don't worry about things you shouldn't. Just spend your time in peace!"
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes, I naturally feel sorry for my aunt, but since a person has already regretted, there is no need to chase the past. Don't think about treating such people with my heart in the future. They are not three-year-olds, and they have a sense of propriety in doing things. , if you do something wrong, unless there is some misunderstanding or being framed, then it is intentional!"
Her thoughts were different from those of ordinary people, and she could distinguish between purity and emotion. Watching her talk in detail, Wan Yanyong seemed to admire her a little.
"Gu, you probably understand a little bit. Anyway, the concubine has been living in another courtyard and we don't see her a few times. So I just try my best to be filial! After all, when I think about what happened back then, I feel so sad! I can't get over it."
He gently put down his hand again and looked at Hong Bei dancing in the cold wind.
"What is happening now is also very sad. My sister has endured humiliation and burden all her life, and when she gets old, she has to be alone with the ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern as her company. It is me, the son, who is too cowardly to do my best in front of her. Filial piety!”
"Since you can't forget it, then don't forget it. It's a reminder to yourself from time to time. Good days are hard to come by, so you should live them well. Although my aunt is lonely and has never enjoyed anything in her life, a comfortable and ordinary life may not be a bad one. Luzi, there is a lot of haze in the royal family, so she can be considered alone."
She was so wise and knew how to make choices in worldly affairs, which inspired Wanyanyong to love her character deep in his heart.
She suddenly turned her head and saw his evasive eyes: "I understand, I can't live life as before."
"That's it. Life is short, why not be happy? You are destroying your own flesh with your fists like this. How should Auntie feel?"
"Yes! My sister will definitely feel extremely uncomfortable!" He sighed, tilting his head, as if he had cleared away the fatigue and discomfort of today, and suddenly became enlightened in the dark.
"You know it yourself, but you still want to do such a thing. I really don't understand you."
She turned her head away and sat alone with him. She heard the strong winter wind outside the pavilion and a bit of snow drifting into her forehead. She couldn't help but shiver and retracted her hands into the armholes.
