Brother Donggong

Wen Zhan's words made me feel like a stick in my throat, it was extremely spicy, I thought, all I could do was giggle, but in Wen Zhan's eyes that were getting deeper and deeper, the layer of relaxation was shed, and I answered him with an indescribable mood, " I know."

I know his heart, I also know that he really loves me, and I know even more what he has paid for this relationship that will go to hell after death, but...

No matter how unwilling he is to admit it, I am still his brother, my own brother.

When the blood-colored past like a nightmare fades away, in my eyes, in my heart, and in my memory, the person in front of me is still the sixth younger brother carved in jade.

Maybe he doesn't know, since I took his birthday jade pendant, I don't intend to let him go to hell alone, if that day really comes, I will accompany him on the road.

but……

What if these things could have been avoided in the first place?

It’s like a radish that has been planted crookedly. You don’t have to wait until it’s so crooked that even the radish tassels hang down to the ground. The radish is stuck to the soil and the chaff falls off before you pull it out, dig a hole and bury it solemnly. Now, we can pull out the radish from the beginning, cut it up, make dumplings in stewed soup.

I finally saw my own dad.

I was really taken aback by him.

In the Red Sandalwood Sutra House, Li Fang hung a black robe on the mahogany stand. My father moved his buttocks from the lotus cushion after reading the scriptures, and walked down step by step. He walked up to the robe and bent over. , Stretched out his fingers, and tore off a loose thread at the corner of the sleeve.

This robe is exquisitely embroidered, but it was the clothes my father wore last year. I checked the size and it was thinner than my father's current stature.

Li Fang said from the side, "This robe was made in Fenghua in 27 years. At that time, several bolts of Sichuan satin were brought into Shuzhong. His Majesty liked it, so he took some to make the robe."

My father nodded, looked at the robe again, and said, "Chengyi, come and have a look."

I leaned over and looked at it pretendingly, but I was immediately attracted by the rare and exquisite embroidery.

In fact, this robe is what my father usually wears when he wakes up to wash his mouth and eat white flour buns. Because it is not a court dress, the embroidered patterns are relatively simple, just ordinary pictures of cranes and auspicious clouds. Not bad either, it looks like a sheep from a distance and cotton candy up close.

I complimented, "This embroidery is really good, much better than the colorful satin made by Cui Bicheng's Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau. Look at how realistic this crane is embroidered. This stitch, this embroidery, makes a crane embroidered so lifelike." , I guess add boiling water to scald it, pluck the hair, brush it with sweet sauce and it can be grilled on fire. Hey, I can smell the aroma."

My father scoffed at me, "Silly son, what do you know? This stitch is the long-lost 'Seamless Heavenly Clothes'. Taizu's dragon robe was embroidered with this stitch. The acupuncture method taught by me personally, ordinary people without great blessings can't touch such a robe, let alone wear it, just look at it, and it will make stupid eyes."

I felt the corners of my mouth twitch, so I asked him, "Father, who fooled you, do you really believe it?"

In other words, my father is known as a rare great emperor in ancient times, the most intelligent man in the Dazheng Dynasty who is as fierce as a cloud, he ascended the throne at a young age, controlled the pole for 40 years, and conquered rituals and music all came from him. , the unfathomable city, and the rock-solid ambition, he can only be regarded as a young and innocent bean sprouts in front of him. It is said that he can already know astronomy and geography, 500 years before and 500 years later. Years, gods and ghosts are unpredictable, but why am I always being deceived by some nonsense that even my second dog doesn't believe?

My father grew up, to be precise, until he was 21 years old. He never had a bite of fresh peaches, candied peaches, and yellow peaches in syrup. It was aged tea for two or three years, and he had never tasted fresh grapes and cantaloupe from Xijiang. The capable person is in the stomach.

At that time, there was a saying in the imperial dining room that the emperor should not be allowed to eat seasonal and fresh things. If he ate well and wanted to eat fresh peaches in the winter, wouldn’t it be the guy in charge of the imperial dining room and his eighty-year-old mother? Is it the life of a three-year-old waiting to feed a young child and a family?

So until I was born, he thought that peaches were candied fruit when they were born, and soaking candied fruit in water would make yellow peaches in syrup.

It's the same this time.

If there is really a seamless heavenly garment of the Nine Heavens Xuannv, then there is no need for needles and threads at all. A fairy finger can produce a colorful dress out of thin air, which is radiant and does not need to be washed. You don’t need to light lamps and boil oil to waste lamp oil money. Even if you are worn out and dirty, you don’t need to shake the dust and soap locust blisters. The fairy will blow on the fairy air and the robe will be bright and bright again. She put it away carefully like the apex of her heart, and gently tore off the inconspicuous thread with trembling fingers.

But my father said, "Believe it or not, if others say that, I just listen to it."

I nodded.

Yongjing was very deserted and lively today.

The youngest over there is waiting to marry a wife and pray to heaven and earth to enter the bridal chamber. Old Cui wants to make connections and go through the back door to find out the truth about his father's death. old clothes.

I asked him, "Father, today my third brother is getting married, do you think I will go to the wedding ceremony, and if I do, do you want to give me a gift?"

My dad didn't speak.

I went on to say, "If the situation is good, it's nothing to give him a big gift, but I've been doing a small business in the south for the past few months, and money is tight, and the third child has a wedding at this time, so I'm a little bit blind. If you don't give it away, the rumors that our brothers are pinching each other will start to spread outside. If you give it away, the gift is too light and I can't take it. Ah, Dad, give me an idea."

My father waved his hand, "Okay, don't cry poor here."

Me, "Father, look at what you said, I am not crying poor, I am really poor."

My father pouted at Li Fang, and Li Fang was like a cute little roundworm in my father's stomach. He came over immediately, carefully took my father's old clothes off the wooden shelf with both hands, and then held a bag like a poor man. The gold is usually held on the lotus mat over there, and then folded respectfully and put into a sandalwood box.

My father said, "This dress was sewn by Concubine Du herself. She is different from your mother who can't eat enough and doesn't care about things. She has weak bones and poor eyesight. She can't even embroider a purse all year round." over."

I was shocked and my jaw dropped.

However, my father didn't seem to see my ugly appearance, he continued, "How long has she been embroidering this dress, Li Fang, do you remember?"

"Yes, servant girl remembers." Li Fang came over and handed me the box containing the robes embroidered by Concubine Du Gui that my father wore and now folded carefully, "It took three years, eight months and ten years to embroider in total." Six days."

My father sighed softly, "Yes."

Li Fang was right in front of me, and his kind round face seemed to have a smile that made my hair stand on end.

My father also said, "She has been with me since she was very young, and she used to be very kind to me. In a blink of an eye, it has been more than 20 years... Chengyi, today is a good day for her son, so you embroidered it yourself Send the robe to Yu Lan, let him wear it when he worships the church today."

With stiff fingers, I took the box over carefully without saying a word.

I felt like the back of my neck was shaking with cold.

Then my father added, "Li Fang, Du Ju hasn't been to Xiyuan for a long time."

Li Fang replied, "It will take one month and three days to return to the emperor."

"It's been so long." My father tore off another robe from the mahogany shelf next to him, and put it on his body, "Why, the cabinet won't let him be the head of the house, and he lost his temper with me?"

Li Fang said, "Oh, no. Mr. Du Ge is not in good health. I heard that he has to be supported when he walks recently. He is also deaf and blind. In the past few days, he has only recuperated at home and has not moved around."

My father opened the door of the Red Sandalwood Sutra Shelter, the outside is bright and bright, but inside the Sutra Shelter there is a breezy breeze.

My father squinted his eyes and looked at the black tiles and vermilion walls of the majestic Taisho Palace in front of him, and the dripping eaves that pierced into the clouds. He said a word, "Li Fang, take a jar of century-old wine from the cellar of the wine and vinegar noodle shop. Lao Jiao came out and asked Du Ju and his unworthy son to enter the palace to have a few drinks with me."

I think, I finally know where the cold air on the back of my neck is coming from.

I actually forgot one thing, a major event that almost cost Lao Cui his life.

It turned out that my father had a deep friendship with Concubine Du, the Du family, and the elders of the Du family.

I should know, but unfortunately I forgot.

No, it should be said that everyone may have forgotten.

It's so inappropriate.

I forgot one thing, ever since Wen Zhan crawled out of his mother's belly, my father never slept with a queen again, but Yulan has younger sisters, how could I forget them?The ninth princess, the tenth princess, and the eleventh princess who died before the full moon were all Yu Lan's one-mother compatriots.

Du Hao, this hairy crab, is capable.

The chief minister of the cabinet for 20 years, and the closest minister to my father for 20 years, when he is powerful and full of crimes, he can still get my father's sincere favor. On this point, Lao Cui dared to fight with them, Cui Bicheng was dead.