MTL - Story of Yanxi Palace-Chapter 133 Nostalgia

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　　 This huge Fucha Mansion was not a place for him.

Fu Heng turned around outside, unable to return to the study, and he was reluctant to return to his new house with Er Qing. He asked the housekeeper to arrange a sleeping place temporarily, and was afraid of disturbing his parents, making the house uneasy, silently turned around for a long time, and finally turned into the garden in.

　　The head was alone for a round. Fu Heng sat down on a stone bench and stared blankly at the night sky.

　　 Until a cloak fell on his shoulder.

　　 "Young Master." Qinglian whispered when he came behind him, "I'm late at night, be careful of your body."

　　Fu Heng did not look back. He still looked at the lonely moon above his head and asked, "Qinglian, do you think I am wrong?"

　　Qinglian is a good girl who is gentle and water-like. She won't take the initiative to ask, but if he is willing to say, she would be willing to stand beside him and listen.

　　 "Three years have passed." Fu Heng sighed, "She has become the emperor's woman, but I still miss it."

　　 This is a secret, but Er Qing has been arguing with him for a long time, and the secret is gradually no longer a secret. Qinglian didn't know whether she was Fu Heng's confidant, but she had nearly disfigured in Er Qing's hands before, and Fu Heng only shot her life, so she indirectly knew the inside story.

　　 knew that "her" in his words...is the most favorite Lingbing in the world today.

　　 "Young Master." Qinglian thought for a while and said softly, "You are a person who lived in the past."

　　 Fu Heng was just too painful in his heart, so he wanted to find someone who could keep his mouth shut afterwards, but unexpectedly the other person said such a word, and looked back at her immediately, Leng said: "Living in the past?"

Qinglian honestly said her own thoughts: "The minion hadn't seen the lady Ling Ling, but she went straight to Qingyun in just half a year, indicating that she is a person who knows the current affairs. Such people are usually smart people, knowing that the past cannot be recalled, Will only keep looking forward."

　　Remembered that Wei Yingluo ignored him, and remembered that the two passed by, Fu Heng smiled bitterly: "You are right, Yingluo is a person who only looks forward."

　　 saw the bitter smile on his face, and Qinglian felt a pain in her heart. Although she hadn't seen the lady of Lingbing, at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a grievance against her. Although there are many men in the world, but few like Master, there is no one to look for them all over the mountains and rivers. Why do you want such a sad man to show such a sad smile?

"Such wise people are often ruthless, because all the good things in the past will be discarded by them." Because of the prejudice in my heart, the words he said are no longer polite. Qinglian gave a slight pause and added a sentence, "Not only It’s memories, there are people."

　　 Fu Heng's smile suddenly became more bitter: "So, am I the one who was abandoned by her?"

"No." Qinglian shook her head: "Yes, Master, you are always attached to the past and trapped yourself in a dream called the past. In that dream...you used the old inkstone, you had a broken military book. , There is a woman you have always loved, the old dream is too beautiful, and you won’t wake up."

　　 Fu Heng was surprised.

　　As Qinglian said, he is a very old-fashioned person.

　　In his little study room, it seemed that there was a lot of heaven and earth, old clothes, old soldier books and inkstones without a corner, all stayed in his heaven and earth, never discarded.

　　 Finally, even that person has always been in his heart, and he refused to let go for a long time.

“If it’s just love for the old, it’s not a hindrance, but the young master’s demands on himself are too high, almost to the point of harshness.” The words have already been said, Qinglian simply throws the beans into the bamboo tube, leaving the rest What he said was also in his heart, "The minions heard that the young master was traveling a long way on the march, and the pommel horse was in law. However, in order to negotiate military affairs, he played all the time and often stayed up all night. Even the emperor made a decree and forcibly took it away after the engraving. Your hard work will not allow you to toss your body like this again. Young Master... You are so harsh on things and on yourself, not to mention feelings?"

　　Fu Heng was silent for a moment and sighed: "Qinglian, I'm not as good as you said."

　　 is busy with military affairs, and is desperate to care about his body, half for the country and half for himself. At that time, he still had a little thought in his heart, thinking of redeeming her from the Yuanmingyuan with his powerful military...

　　 Wait until he is successful, and wait for him to return to the Forbidden City with all his glory, only to find that everything is empty.

　　 One is the concubine of the king, and the other is the minister of the king.

　　 Back home, is such a wife, and a child of that kind of birth, what else can he pursue in this life? I can only plunge into the military with one end and paralyze myself with endless work so that I can forget everything briefly and forget her...

　　Qinglian didn't think so. After hearing Fu Heng's words, she eagerly denied: "No, no matter what others say, in Qinglian's heart, you are the best young master in the world!"

　　Xian is to comfort Fu Heng and to speak his mind as soon as he does not pay attention.

　　Fu Heng slowly turned his eyes away from her burning eyes, pretending to say plainly: "Tomorrow will be my sister's sacrifice, please go and prepare for me."

　　Qinglian still has many things to say to him. By such a large section of him, he cut the love silk like scissors, and suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he bowed his head and said: "Yes."

　　She left reluctantly, walked halfway, and couldn't help but look back: "Master, the wind is up, go back to rest early."

　　Fu Heng didn't respond to her, even the cloak on his shoulders was loosened, stacked on the stone table beside him, sitting alone under the moon, the white moonlight sprinkled on his shoulder hair like white snow.

　　Qinglian felt sad in her heart and couldn't help thinking: even such a person can give up mercilessly, Lingbing... What kind of person are you?

　　 The next day, Changchun Palace.

　　The deserted Changchun Palace suddenly became lively again.

　　 Palace eunuchs came and went to clean up the Lingtang. Before the portrait of the queen, Fu Heng inserted the three incenses into the incense burner.

　　The white smoke curled across the portrait.

　　 "Sister." Fu Heng looked at the face in the portrait and said, "Do you expect me to have today?"

　　The people of Sri Lanka have gone. There are many words they want to tell her, but in the end they can only be buried in their hearts and they can never say anything.

　　Fu Heng came out of the main hall with grief, and came across from the cold, a person who didn't know how to walk. He slammed into Fu Heng's body. A pot of sacrificial meat was filled in his hand.

　　The elder woman said in annoyance: "How did you sacrifice the meat, Master Fucha!"

　　 The reckless man hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "The servant's crime deserves death, Master Fucha forgives!"

　　 Fu Heng looked down at his clothes.

　　 A pot of sacrifice meat with soup and water all sprinkled on his chest, and now he can't stop flowing down, emitting a greasy odor, making Fu Heng unable to hold his brow straight.

　　He was going to Yangxin Temple, which used to belong to the front of the temple, but look at the people who are kneeling on the ground...but only a 12-year-old eunuch.

　　 "Hey, Master Fucha, this kid has just entered the palace, and he knows nothing." The elder woman is going to fight, "Look at how I teach you!"

　　 "Forget it." Fu Heng stopped and said, "It's just a twelve-three-year-old child, don't worry about it."

　　The elder maid stopped her hand, and looked at him with some anxiety: "Master Fucha, how do you go to see the emperor today, it is better to clean up for you as a slave, OK?"

　　Fu Heng frowned: "I'm anxious to go to Yangxin Temple..."

　　 "You change the clothes for the minions, only clean the dirty one, iron it with an iron, and it will be fine soon!" The elder lady was in a hurry to redeem the merits.

　　 did not forgive sins for himself, but for the little eunuch.

　　 includes the previous fight against him, on the surface it is for Fu Heng, but in fact it is for Fu Heng, so that the petty minister in front of the emperor personally ordered him to be dealt with.

　　Fu Heng saw this, and he refused to refuse it anyway. Anyway, the clothes were uncomfortable to wear and nodded.

　　The elder palace lady was relieved, and while he invited him to the side hall, she turned back and taught the little eunuch: "If you have a frizzy work, you dare to overthrow the Queen's sacrifice, and then turn back and clean you up!"

　　Eunuchs admitted wrong again and again, and finally whispered: "Sister Emerald, let the minions go to iron it, or they will punish the merits."

　　 Jade Lengheng: "It's good to know the wrong, but it's not enough!"

The two men were quick and easy to clean and iron the clothes that Fu Heng took off. They were then held by the little **** and sent to the side of the palace. The elder palace woman originally wanted to go in and wait for him to get dressed, but Fu Heng refused Then, the clothes passed in, and the rustling sound of dressing sounded, and finally the door opened, and Fu Hengli, who was like a jade, was behind the door.

　　 The two lowered their eyebrows and stood on the side of the road, and sent him away.

　　 black official boots came to the eunuch, but stopped.

"What's your name?"

　　 The young **** jumped in his heart and hurriedly replied: "If you go back to the master, the minion will be a little path."

　　 "Small path." Fu Heng didn't ask about his sin, but asked lightly, "Breaking the sacrifice of the first empress, it's a crime of decapitation. Don't spread the story of what happened today."

　　 Xiaoluzi didn't expect him to say such a thing, could not help looking up at him.

　　Fu Heng's face was cold, but what he said was hot: "Be careful when doing things in the palace. Once something goes wrong, no one will treat you as a child, do you understand?"

　　 Xiaoluzi was both guilty and guilty, and he said for a long time: "Yes, Master Xie Fucha."

　　 finished telling him that Fu Heng was about to leave, but behind him suddenly came a familiar voice: "Wait."

　　Fu Heng thought she had misheard, how could she be here, even if it was really here, how could she stop him?

　　 Until a fragrant wind drifted from his side, Wei Yingluo went directly to him, don't look at him intently, and then said to Mingyu: "Go guard outside the door."

The concubine and the foreign minister actually met in private. The elder lady had already lowered her head. They did not need them to open their mouths, so they took the small road to leave. Mingyu glared at them with warnings, instructing them not to shoot outside the festival, and then sighed and kept At the door.

　　 Inside the hall, there was silence.

　　 Finally, the two were alone. Fu Heng had a lot of words in her heart that she wanted to tell her, but when she spoke, she suddenly lost her voice.

　　 Finally, Wei Yingluo opened the mouth first, and she asked, "Why not leave Beijing?"

　　Fu Heng is not a literary minister. He is a military general, and his merits are more immediately taken. Staying in the capital is not good for him. It is better to go back to the barracks early to manage his rights and influence.

　　 is just her cold appearance. It seems to those who have no inner feelings, it seems that they are abandoning Fu Heng and they are determined to force him to go.

　　 "Ying Luo." Fu Heng sighed. "After I went back, I thought about it for a long time and thought that you entered the palace... for another purpose."

　　Wei Yingluo flustered and laughed: "Purpose? What purpose do you think I have?"

　　Fu Heng didn't answer, but slowly looked away.

　　Wei Yingluo looked down his eyes and saw a life-like portrait hanging on the snow-white wall, that was...the Queen's remains.

　　Wei Yingluo jumped suddenly in his heart, pretending to be calm: "Fu Heng, you don't want to be cranky, I stayed in Yuanmingyuan enough, I don't want to be an inferior maid, and I don't want to be a slave-servant in my life!"

　　Fu Heng didn't seem to hear her. He stared at the portrait and muttered to himself: "Two possibilities. First, my sister's death is strange..."

　　 "The first queen is suicide!" Before he finished, Wei Yingluo interrupted loudly, "It has nothing to do with others!"

　　 So don't check it! Don't mix in! Don't risk your life!

　　 "Second..." Fu Heng slowly turned his head and looked at her sadly, "You hate me."