I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

The bed in the side hall is indeed not big enough.

After all, it looks like a noble person lives,? Basically, it is in the side hall of the first palace with the main empress.

Under normal circumstances, the emperor does not come directly to the side hall. If he wants to lift the sign at night, he will put people on the sedan chair and come to Xinuang Pavilion.

The room in Xinuange is big, so you can do whatever you want.

But Su Yang's place... Last time she celebrated her birthday, she was supposed to stay overnight, but she walked around, and went straight out of Chengqian Palace, to Xinuang Pavilion, this time she needs to face it, Kangxi decided to stay overnight on a temporary basis, and ended up in bed Not big enough problem.

This is probably the first time in a long time that Kangxi encountered such a situation that made people laugh and cry.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Yang hesitated, "Why don't I make a bed on the floor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kangxi pushed her, "You go inside and order something? What kind of floor is it in winter? Do you want to die?"

Su Yang was very helpless,? Moved inside, seeing that the emperor didn't accept the move,? Tried every means to hint.

Finally, the emperor looked at her calmly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Su Yang boldly said bluntly, "I want to live outside."

Kangxi frowned, "Not yet."

After Su Yang got the reply, she didn't feel angry. She first left an impression on the emperor, and when she suddenly had such an opportunity one day, she would naturally be able to move out.

"I heard that Huang Mama asked you to copy Buddhist scriptures, how many did you write?"

Su Yang's smile froze: "You are here to check your homework!"

She has been copying intermittently for the past two days, which is not very smooth.

The better thing is that there is finally no need to burn black charcoal in the house, just open a window, and you don't have to worry about being poisoned to death.

It's the word her, which is not very good-looking.

Written in Xiaozhuan, it is different from normal written descriptions.

The original body has not read many books, and some characters are difficult to read. Su Yang learns Chinese characters in modern times, which is still different from Xiaozhuan. After entering the palace, there are more things to learn. She can also recognize it.

Tong Jia Xianrui has practiced since she was a child, Xiaozhuan is dignified and beautiful, elegant and romantic, and she lives up to her name.

Su Yang looks like a human being, this word...

Kangxi frowned when he got the copied Buddhist scriptures.

Under the lamp, Su Yang was as nervous as if the person in front of him was the class teacher in high school.

Afraid to say it from his mouth: call back and redo.

Kangxi reluctantly gave a good evaluation, "Keep up the good work."

Su Yang felt that this word was inexplicably familiar.

But she didn't think about it, and looked carefully at the rice paper. Her horizontal and vertical strokes were all floating characters, and it took a lot of effort to give a Shang Jia.

"But you can't rely on my concubine, right?" Su Yang didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, but he was justified, "It's not my fault that I didn't study too much."

Kangxi: "Are you finished?"

Su Yang put away that arrogant look, and sat down with Ai Ai expectantly: "Will the old ancestor despise my words?"

Change face like flipping a book.

There is no one with cold eyebrows on the front feet, and pitiful back feet like a bullied little girl.

Kangxi didn't know why there was such a kind of person.

The conversation with Huang Mama a few days ago in the afternoon seemed to be vigilant, and it became a prophecy.

It is difficult for him to hide his affection for Su Yang. Besides the relationship between men and women, there are other things that have not been discovered and accepted by him.

The woman who is you in name, shares the same bed, breathes the breath of the other party, and can touch the other party by reaching out.

It's hard not to have other thoughts.

However, there are extra unknown things in the dark, but they are hindering his pace of embracing her.

He can only look for the familiar feeling given to him in restraint, peeling off piece by piece for peace of mind.

Su Yang stared at him with clear eyes, wondering why the emperor suddenly started to lose his mind.

"Will the old ancestor see me crawling and beat me to death?"

Su Yang repeated it once, and finally saw that the emperor's eyes were in focus, Kangxi looked away as if nothing had happened, and said: "The emperor mama will not hit people."

Seeing that Su Yang was really worried, he comforted her, "She has a good impression of you."

Su Yang stroked his chest: "That's good, but although the writing is not good-looking, you still have to be sincere. I plan to start writing tomorrow morning."

It's snowing in winter, and the Kunning Palace's greetings are all avoided.

Su Yang originally could get up early, and then go back to sleep, but now she has decided not to go back to the cage, and seriously start her business of Buddhist scriptures.

"Some words," Kangxi said after a slight pause, "if you don't know them, you can ask me."

Su Yang raised his eyelids: "Long Live Lord doesn't have time to guide the little girl, let's forget it."

Seeing that Su Yang refused to eat, Kangxi simply didn't say anything and went straight to sleep.

Su Yang made himself feel bored, and stopped nagging, turned his back and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

The next day Kangxi woke up early, Su Yang hadn't woken up yet, he put on the dragon robe by himself, after tidying up, he looked back at Su Yang who was sleeping, and then walked out.

It wasn't quite light yet.

Liang Jiugong dozed off by the door.

"The emperor..."

Suddenly there was another person in front of him, Liang Jiugong subconsciously opened his eyes and shouted involuntarily.

"Shut up." Kangxi said, "If you wake up Su Yang, don't sleep today."

Liang Jiugong held his breath and listened attentively.

Fortunately, did not wake up!

Kangxi straightened his cuffs and stepped into the dark night.

Su Yang woke up naturally when the sky was about to dawn.

Her eyes didn't look sleepy after a deep sleep, but her energy was very good, she got up by herself, and when Ningdong heard the movement, she had already dressed and just had to wash up.

I usually have dark circles under my eyes, but today they suddenly disappeared.

Ning Dong found out that Master, if he doesn't doze off today, he will also take a look at himself in the mirror when dressing up.

His whole face was radiant, as if he had been nourished by something.

Ning Dong: "..."

I didn't hear the emperor calling for water last night.

Su Yang raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Why are you in a daze?"

Originally, she should be combing her hair now, but Ningdong looked at her in the mirror blankly, and the doubt in her eyes almost stuck to her left and right cheeks.

Ning Dong knocked sideways: "Master, last night... what happened last night?"

When Su Yang heard this, he knew that there must be a basketful of yellow waste in Ningdong's mind at this time.

But nothing happened to her and Kangxi last night.

Even though he was still in front of Kangxi, he made intentional or unintentional comments.

But the emperor didn't take the bait either.

She could only fall asleep indignantly, her heart as calm as stagnant water.

But it happened to be this night.

Nearly two years after she came to the Qing Dynasty, she finally opened her business!

Finally, in my sleep, I fell into a dream that was not a little pitiful.

This laid a solid foundation for her future wish bottle.

The master of the dream, after fulfilling his wish, Su Yang will get the feedback in the dream, collect the needed wish bottle, and reflect it in real life.

For example, at this time, she didn't doze off, she was more energetic, and her dark circles were gone.

Su Yang got up early in the morning, and at noon Liang Jiugong took a copybook written by a famous official of the dynasty, and earnestly asked her to practice calligraphy, and then to copy Buddhist scriptures, and told: Buddhist scriptures can be copied slowly, and practice good calligraphy without stopping!

Su Yang: "???"

Wouldn't the ancestors who agreed to be disgusted?

But it's all about complaining, Su Yang really has this idea to practice, no matter when in the future she can collect the wish power bottle she needs, at least if she has a chance to go back to modern times, she can go to the calligraphy competition and go around. win prizes.

She can be regarded as a half-pure ancient, her calligraphy must not be bad!

So Ningdong watched her get busy.

Sneaking in from his busy schedule, he even agreed ahead of time what to do in the afternoon.

"The sun is good today, get ready."

Ningdong watched her open her eyes and talk nonsense, there was not even a shadow of the sun outside.

"Today, Changsheng will return to Zhongcui Palace from Shangshufang," Su Yang ordered, "Find the enlightenment gift I prepared."

"Yes."

She spread out a piece of rice paper, and used the ink-stained brush to write carefully.

The Buddhist scripture that Aunt Su Ma gave her is "Buddha Says Amitabha", the first page is:

opening verse

Unsurpassed, profound and subtle dharma, difficult to encounter in a million kalpas;

What I have seen and heard today has been accepted, held and wished to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata.

The beginning was very good, and she made no mistakes in every stroke.

Maybe it's because of concentration.

Su Yang heaved a sigh of relief, and when she reached the front page of the words "So I heard", for some reason, her heart suddenly beat a few times, shaking her so much that she didn't hold the pen, and the wolf hair stuck on the rice paper, blurring a large swath of ink.

The previous words, as well as this complete piece of rice paper, are declared obsolete.

Ningdong looked at her anxiously: "Master, what's wrong?"

At this time, a little palace maid from Zhongcui Palace ran over in a panic, and stepped into the door in a hurry: "It's not good, it's not good, Changsheng is not good!"

Su Yang's expression changed slightly, he immediately put down his hair and walked out the door.

The maid's face was pale, with a few snowflakes on her eyelashes, her tears were faltering: "My lord, your lord, go and have a look."

Su Yang raised the corner of her skirt and hurriedly followed her to Zhongcui Palace.

Along the way, she heard the maid choked up intermittently and said:

"Changsheng came back once at noon, and took a nap for a while, but he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed, so he had to call the imperial doctor, which alarmed the emperor, and now they are all inside."

She wiped away tears and cried, "The imperial doctor said, I'm afraid it's not good."

"Your Majesty hastily let the nobleman go over and take a look at Changsheng."

Su Yang looked solemn.

Longevity means a lot to Su Yang.

It wasn't that she gave up her wish to save the little poor girl, nor was she pushed into the water, and she couldn't see Rongxian died in front of her, so she saved her.

Later, when Su Yang had a good relationship with Ma Jiashi, he inadvertently recalled:

——Rong Xian Gege has survived and lived for a long time in history.

She didn't dare to confirm whether Rong Xiangege would have died if she hadn't saved people at that time.

This is an unsolvable proposition.

And Changsheng, according to her memories of life and death.

I just remembered that he died of illness in March of the 16th year of Kangxi, that is, in March of this year, around the birth of the ten princes.

what reason?

Because of catching a cold and typhoid fever, I had a high fever.

Rong's concubine Ma Jiashi didn't notice at the time that children always like to kick the quilt away.

Changsheng is smart and smart, and looks somewhat similar to Xiaoxuan'er. Su Yang solemnly emphasized that Ma Jia should pay attention to the child's daily life, and there will be a nanny guarding Changsheng's sleep at night.

Finally, he did not die in the doomed death month.

She thought that through her own efforts, history was slightly reversed.

But it's only been half a year.

Hades wanted you to die on the third watch, Su Yang kept you until the fifth watch, but after the fifth watch, the god of death still came to reap your lives.

The air in the winter snow was freezing to the bone, Su Yang took a breath of air-conditioning, stood at the door, shivering violently.

Kangxi was still watching in the inner room, and Concubine Rong wept mournfully.

The imperial doctor's heavy voice was like a sickle of death.

"I'm out of breath."

Su Yang raised his foot and stepped in.

Concubine Rong's face was full of tears, and she controlled herself not to cry loudly, as if she was looking for support, she called her sadly in a low voice: "Su Yang, Su Yang."

Su Yang walked over, knelt down and patted her on the shoulder, and looked at Chang Sheng who was 'sleeping' peacefully on the bed.

"It's a good thing that the little prince didn't suffer much," the imperial physician sighed softly, "It's basically impossible to save someone who died suddenly in his sleep. Your majesty, empress, please mourn."

He seemed to be asleep, with tender and round cheeks, closed eyes, and curled corners of his mouth, as if he had a sweet dream.

I couldn't think of Shu happily, and I fell into a deep sleep from then on.

Su Yang stretched out his hand, wanted to touch him but didn't dare, and retracted halfway.

She stared at the face that resembled Xiao Xuan'er, feeling dazed, as if she had really witnessed the little pity dying in front of her eyes.

Even though Changsheng didn't have those horrible smallpox on her face, she felt overwhelmed with pain in an instant, and her eyes turned red from the pain.

If she hadn't given up her desire to go home, Xiao Xuan'er... Xiao Xuan'er would have fallen asleep like Chang Sheng.

He also had smallpox, which was a torment.

I haven't felt the love of Ama and Erniang, and I haven't felt the beauty of the world.

She intervened in the other party's fate.

But there are two very different options.

Rongxian Gege is in good health, happy every day, not happy;

The well-behaved and lovely Changsheng died suddenly in his sleep for some reason.

So, which type does Xiao Xuaner belong to?

Or neither, because it's been a long, long time since he had smallpox.

One year, two years, four years and five years.

He will be safe and well.

Changsheng is like a poor little control group, without her dying to survive, the wish she made would be like Changsheng on the bed.

Su Yang had deep empathy, he took a sharp breath, his breathing became rapid, and his tears couldn't stop falling down.

She was even more sad than Ma Jiashi, who was a mother-in-law.

She cried so much that her makeup was all over, like a cat.

Concubine Rong was at a loss and subconsciously looked at the emperor.

At this time, she also had no time to comfort him, Su Yang, who was crying bitterly, could only look at Kangxi for help.Kangxi is a man.

Naturally, she wouldn't cry badly like Concubine Rong did.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were red, he stared at Changsheng for a long time, and then he dragged Su Yang, who was weeping, out of the door.