I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

Admired by thousands of people, a revered emperor.

What I am asking tonight is not the people of Liming, nor the way of longevity.

Instead, ask someone... who shouldn't be there.

A sigh is fleeting in the night, almost nothing.

Chu Can, the former Qin Tianjian, took the small light blue white bottle, stared at the moonlight for a while, and returned it to the emperor respectfully.

"An ordinary bottle, there is no difference." Chu Shen sat on the ground and bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, there may be ghosts and ghosts in this world, but that is another story, ordinary people, no matter the imperial power Wealth and honor, can’t be reached.”

"Long live,? Some things cannot be forced."

"Just like the road closure in the snow the year before last and the flood in the south last year, Mrs. Xu treated the sick and saved people. Once something happened, I could only deal with the aftermath. I couldn't try to make any changes before the natural disaster. The same is true for the sky, and it is the same for people."

"I am the Son of Heaven,?" Kangxi's eyes were full of anger, his face was expressionless, "Everyone in the world is my people. Could it be that I want someone and want to keep her, but that's all? no?"

Chu Candao: "Didn't you keep the person now?"

Kangxi choked.

Chu Shen crouched down weakly, "Your Majesty, I don't know the details of what happened, so naturally you wouldn't tell me personally."

"However, what Weichen can tell you is that although this small bottle is ordinary, there may be some clues about what is contained in it. What Weichen has learned in his life and has never seen it before is enough to show that this thing is extraordinary. "

"If the emperor insists on this, he can start with this thing."

"How to start."

"I dare to ask, but who gave it to you?"

"Yes, it was coaxed, and I have to return it in two days."

Chu Shen: "...Since that's the case, you might as well keep it for yourself, Your Majesty, and wait for the follow-up."

This is really a bit outrageous.

Kangxi thought for a while, but didn't immediately reject his proposal.

Su Yang attaches great importance to this thing, he has never seen her show it before, why did he rush over with it during the daytime today, and wanted to ask him if it was true that he would be exactly like Renxiao as said in the anonymous letter? The queen's woman was brought back to the palace.

She looked a little strange at that time.

What would have happened if he hadn't simplified things and explained things clearly?

neither knows.

He didn't know, and neither would the Qin Tianjian in front of him.

The elderly Qin Tianjian was sent into the palace under the protection of the imperial guards, and then sent out of the palace overnight. No one knew what happened this time.

Including the Empress Dowager of the Compassionate Palace.

The Qianqing Palace was lit, and Kangxi was standing under the steps in front of the main hall.

The cold little white bottle in his hand was warmed by the temperature of his palm.

Liang Jiugong came over with a thin cloak: "Your Majesty, it's late at night."

Kangxi didn't look at him.

The moonlight is indeed beautiful tonight.

I don't know if Susu has fallen asleep. She will toss and turn because of the small bottle in his hand, and it will be difficult to fall asleep?

Still go to bed early as always.

Probably only the maid beside her knew about it.

Kangxi looked at the eunuch who had been with him for more than [-] years, seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be really asking him.

"Tell me, if I hadn't survived smallpox and malaria back then, who should be my brother in this country?"

He spoke calmly, but Liang Jiugong was shocked.

Instantly his back tensed, Liang Jiugong lowered his head, not daring to answer.

Kangxi didn't seem to want to know his answer either.

He put away the things in his hands, turned around and returned to the hall.

In the small Buddhist hall in the apse, there is a faint fragrance of sandalwood.

Kangxi put the light blue vial to the side of his head, and fell asleep with his pillow on it after washing.

He's been thinking a lot lately, and he's dreaming a lot at night.

This time, I discovered by accident that each of the past dreams was different; at night when no one noticed, the light blue vial beside Kangxi's head was more radiant, like a night pearl, faintly emitting a chill in the dark.

For the first time, he dreamed of Huang Mama when she was young.

Eagles on the Horqin Grassland spread their wings, and wolves howled from time to time.Da Yuer, the granddaughter of the Mongolian leader Manggusi, rode a horse and galloped on the grassland. Su Moer was holding the corner of her skirt and calling her as she walked:

"Ge Ge, Ge Ge, please slow down."

Soon, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and a horse came up from behind. The young man on the horse was dressed in Mongolian grassland costumes.

Panting, holding the horse's belly between his legs, he ran up to Da Yu'er, panted, and stopped the horse's hooves.

"Yu'er, in two days, I will lead my troops to fight. Can you stop and listen to me."

Da Yuer held the horse rope and looked at him with a smile: "Dorgon, then tell me, the place is so spacious, why bother to chase after him, Ben Gege is not inaudible!"

Dorgon scratched his head, took out the golden helmet bestowed by the Great Khan, his cheeks turned red, but he didn't know it.

He showed her in all directions and announced loudly: "When I win the battle this time, I will come back and marry you!"

The young girl's thoughts are ready to come out, like the fermented shochu in the wine cellar, with a rich and mellow aroma, with a burning and burning taste.

Da Yuer, who has always been unruly, coughed lightly: "Then I will wait for you."

The picture changed suddenly.

Xiao Zhuang, who has become the empress dowager, touched Fulin's head and said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as your emperor father, he is a big bastard."

Many years after Dorgon's death, Fulin had a queen, had a grandson in his arms, and became Xiaozhuang of the Empress Dowager. For the first time, he dreamed of that person.

She got up and got out of bed, and walked to the tea table.

I don't know when the door opened at night, and the moon was shining brightly. He passed through the main door and side windows. He was wearing the uniform he wore when he left for the expedition that day. There are faint overlapping shadows.

"Old enemy, you are willing."

Following the traces of time, Kangxi from later generations said uncontrollably:

"Yu'er..."

At this time, Xiaozhuang was not that old, and his body was not that weak, so he didn't have to be helped back and forth at every turn.

It is definitely not the 23rd year of Kangxi.

Judging from the appearance, it should be about ten years in Shunzhi, and Xuan Ye was not born yet.

Xiaozhuang didn't come over and pull him, but sat at the table and talked to him slowly.

She didn't want to hear what Dorgon said.

The door of the Compassion Palace will not be opened at night, and the cold wind will blow in. If she catches a cold, Su Mo'er will feel distressed.

But what Dorgon appeared could only be in her dream.

Beside the tea table, she poured a glass of water into the quilt, gently rippling, revealing her no longer young face.

This is a dream.

Even in her dream, she still guards against crossing the threshold.

"Have you had a good time these years?"

Xiao Zhuang said: "It's not a good life, it's not too bad, it's just that it's harder."

"After you died, I always wondered if I blamed me too much. Otherwise, after so many years, I wouldn't be able to bear even a single dream."

"But after all, you still came to me."

"This glass of water, I respect you."

Xiaozhuang picked up the water that filled the teacup, walked over, stopped two steps away from Kangxi, then turned the jade cup upside down, and poured all the water in the cup on the ground.

"There is a saying in the Central Plains that people will go to reincarnation on the seventh day after death. You haven't been to reincarnation for so many years. Are you waiting for me to die and go with you?"

"I know you don't like to hear these words, so I will say less. This glass of water, use water instead of wine." She paused for a moment, raised her eyes, looked at Dorgon, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said slowly, "See you today, you don't have to come to me in the future."

"Let's go."

Dorgon's still young face gradually disappeared in her eyes.

Kangxi retreated step by step, exiting the Palace of Compassion and Peace, stepping down the threshold, the uncontrollable force was extremely mysterious.

When going down the steps, he staggered backwards.

In a remote corner under the steps, a not deep scratch was left.

Above his head was the bright full moon of the Shunzhi Dynasty. Kangxi was silent, thinking for a long time outside the familiar but unfamiliar main hall of the Compassionate Ning Palace.

At some point, a small light blue white bottle magically appeared in his palm.

He was blessed to think of it in his heart.

This is definitely not the one Su Yang gave him.

Perhaps on this night, in this dream, why did Su Yang appear in front of the young him ten years later in such a treacherous way, and kept asking him, what is your wish?

His first wish at that time was: I want to survive.

Second wish: I want to see you.

The third wish: I still want to see you.

The fourth wish: Can you stay with me.

Huang Mama's wish is to see the man she once loved and hated again in her lifetime.

In the dream, it was also a perfect meeting.

It was as if everything had been explained.

Then what is the use of this collection? Why did Huang Mamo call Uncle Dorgon's name to him?

He suddenly remembered that when Su Su first appeared in front of him, she didn't appear with her real identity. Could it be the same as the fact that Mama Mama mistook him this time?

He mistook her for Er Niang, that poor woman who could only wash her face with tears.

But she would not hug him so intimately, nor would she sleep with him who was scared at night, so she was recognized by him, and Susu readily admitted it.

The memory of the three-year-old is actually difficult to recall completely.

Scattered memories, sometimes there are mistakes and omissions.

But when he first met her, he might never forget it in his life.

The birds squeaked and chirped outside the window, it was a rare good day.

Once he woke up from the dream, Kangxi's expression was slightly dazed, and it took him a while to regain his sanity.

Liang Jiugong waited on him to dress and go to court.

"Liang Jiugong, tell me, are there really indescribable experiences in this world?"

Liang Jiugong was taken aback: "Long Live Lord, what do you mean?"

Kangxi glanced at him: "Forget it, you don't understand either."

Liang Jiugong was busy for most of the night last night, and he only squinted for less than two hours, and his eyes turned black.

Kangxi also slept too late last night. When he woke up in the morning, he didn't feel any lack of sleep. On the contrary, he was very energetic. He had a half-night dream last night, and he didn't feel tired when he went to bed.

After the next court, he first went to the Palace of Compassion and Peace.

Huang Mama looked older again.

After he had lunch in the Palace of Compassion and Ning, he ordered Liang Jiugong to call Wen Ci to show the Empress Dowager how he was, before stepping out from the Palace of Compassion and Ning.

Aunt Su Ma went down the steps with him.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has been craving sweets again in the past two days. When you go to Changchun Palace, please come again."

Kangxi nodded, and when he raised his foot to leave, he seemed to think of something again, turned his body back, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the steps at a corner.

I don't know what kind of mood I have to do this.

Under La Aunt Su Ma's astonished eyes, he squatted down and personally pushed aside the moss with small grass, there was a small gap there.

"There is actually a bit of a broken place here."

Aunt Su Ma was stunned, and then continued, "Your Majesty, later, the servant will let the moss shovel fill in the missing step and flatten it."

The author has something to say: something went wrong with the computer today, it was delayed for a long time, and I came late, and I will make up the two shifts that are owed tomorrow.

A small turning point appeared.

Good night~