The High Gate Mistress of Rebirth

The leaves were moving in the autumn, and when I left the prosperous Chang'an City, my eyes were still full of lush greenery. However, after a few days, looking around, everything looked desolate and desolate.

This change is as fast as the Pei family's luck.

The Pei family has been a scholarly family for hundreds of years. There were several great Confucians in the ancestors who were ranked among the three nobles. By the time of Pei Yu's generation, they had also entered the Hanlin Academy and were already in high positions in their early thirties.

It's a pity that the emperor was stupid and loved the concubine excessively. Pei Yu had an upright temperament and risked his life to remonstrate, which offended Concubine Meng. Pei Yu was found guilty on unfounded charges, and his entire family was confiscated and exiled to Yizhou.

The hulala building collapsed, and the prosperity of the beautiful flowers was yesterday's flowers.

A small wooden cart and a skinny horse were the last remaining possessions of the Pei family.

This year, Pei Yunqian was only seven years old. He and his mother were sitting in a car, and the carriage and horses were driving on a bumpy road. It was so bumpy that people couldn't eat anything all day long, and even drinking water would make them spit out bile.

Along the way, the face of the father who was riding the horse was solemn, and the face of the mother who was sitting in the car was pale.

Seven-year-old Pei Yunqian had not been able to eat for several days. He was hurt all over by the bumpy carriage and felt like he was falling apart, but he was always thinking about studying.

Pei Yunqian's mother, Mrs. Guo, saw that her son looked worried. She supported her weak body, raised her hand and touched her son's head, and asked softly: "Qian'er, what are you thinking about?"

Pei Yunqian raised his head, looked at his mother with clear eyes, and asked with some caution: "Mom, when we get there, can I still continue studying?"

The Pei family comes from a scholarly family, and Pei Yunqian has loved reading since he was a child. In the official school, he was the best among the children of his age in reading, and he was often praised by the great scholars in the official school.

Mrs. Guo looked at her son, she smiled tenderly and replied: "Of course Qian'er can study, but we don't need your husband to teach you. Mother will teach you herself. Your father will not be as busy as before. He can also teach you."

Although he is still young, as the only son of the Pei family, he was once raised in Jinxiudui, and he has never known what it is like to be miserable. But in just a few days, he has grown up, and he can see the helplessness in his mother's eyes. , and also understand that I can no longer be the same as before, and even studying may become a luxury.

His young heart felt sad, but he still smiled at his mother and replied, "Thank you, mother."

Facts have proved that his guess was correct. From then on, he really could no longer study seriously.

They finally arrived at a poor and desolate village in Yizhou. There were only a few dozen families here, and every family lived in a rough mud house. Children as big as him were running barefoot on the ground. There were no people here. How could he have a private school if he didn't have enough to eat? What's even more tragic is that even though his parents, who were well-read in poetry and books, wanted to teach him how to read and practice calligraphy, they couldn't even find pens, inks, paper, and inkstones.

When the family of three was escorted to this remote place in the countryside, even the imperial envoy responsible for the escort couldn't help but show sympathy on his face.

Here, it is so poor, miserable and miserable.

Seven-year-old Pei Yunqian had never seen a place like this, but he had to take root here for the rest of his life.

After finally settling down, his family was already hungry. His mother touched his head, feeling sorry for him after eating the dry food all the way, and wanted to cook him a hot meal, but when he entered the blackened kitchen, he couldn't. It was the first time he saw his mother staring at the big black iron pot with one corner broken and shedding tears silently.

Later, in order to survive here, his father, who was a Hanlin University scholar, went to the fields to farm with the farmers who were barefoot all day long. Her mother was busy at home, sewing, mending, washing and cooking, and was busy every day. On and on, the mother, who was born into a well-known family, was like a fairy and was tortured to the point of becoming ill in less than half a year.There are no doctors here, so people can only leave it to fate when they get sick.

He and his father saw their mother's illness getting worse and worse, and there was nothing they could do except sigh.

One day, Pei Yunqian returned from collecting firewood and heard his parents talking at the door.

His mother Guo said to his father: "Don't be sad. This is my life. It's not a pity if I die. I just pity our Qian'er. He is still so young. If he is trapped here for the rest of his life, he will... destroyed."

He heard the always strong and upright father choke back with sobs: "It's me who has caused trouble for the child, and I can't help you mother and son."

His mother took his father's hand and said: "Princess Yongqin of Yizhou is my aunt and cousin. We are already distant relatives, but we also played together when we were in the boudoir, so we can talk."

Before his mother could finish her words, his father sighed and said, "I am now a sinner. Not to mention a distant relative, even a close relative of the clan, they all shun me, so why should they help us?"

His mother replied: "I know you are high-spirited and unwilling to ask for help, but for the sake of my son, I want to give it a try."

That night, he saw his mother struggling to get up. She took out a charcoal fire from the stove, carefully sharpened it with a knife, and then started writing on a piece of white cloth.

His talented mother took a long time to write this letter. She kept writing, frowning, and carefully considering every word.

Pei Yunqian got up and came to his mother. His mother thought that he and his father were already asleep. When she saw her son, she was suddenly surprised: "It's so late, why are you still not sleeping?"

He held his mother's hand tightly and cried silently: "Mom, please don't write to your cousin. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here with you and your father."

His mother cried.

That was the second time he saw his mother cry.

She said: "Mother knows that you are filial, but filial piety cannot be compared with your future. Your father was sentenced as a criminal, and my life with him is over. But you are still young. As your mother, I have to think of a way. Earn some hope for you.”

He cried and shook his head. His mother held his hand and warned: "You are our only son. Only if you are successful in the future, our Pei family will not truly fall. Do you understand?"

The next day, my father brought some dry food and walked for three days before he found the post house and sent the letter written by his mother.

After my father returned, he also fell ill.

His mother lied to him and said that his father was tired from traveling, but although Pei Yunqian was young, he knew in his heart that his father was tired from his own guilt.

But he didn't resent his father. As an important minister of the imperial court, it was his duty to give advice truthfully. It was only because the world could not tolerate such a loyal minister like him.