Clearly, she doesn't want to be a concubine

Wan Liuha Liuyan is a kind-hearted person, she is only glad that she doesn't like Kangxi, otherwise, she would be so sad now.

Wang Yunjin looked at them without moving for a long time.

Wan Liuha Liuyan asked her: "What are you looking at?"

Wang Yunjin came back to her senses, a little in a trance: "I think, to the emperor, Sister De seems to be different from us."

Wan Liuha Liuyan withdrew her gaze: "Don't think about that, just live in peace."

She talked about herself to Wang Yunjin for the first time: "We are lucky to meet her... if it is someone else."

Others would never have such a good temper.

She also wandered all the way, giving up what she had to say, fearing that if she made a wrong move, she would be lost forever, so she became the same palace lady in this palace.

It wasn't until she returned to Umalu that she eased those cautions and gradually became herself.

These are the best days ever.

Because of this, she refused to hurt Malu no matter what.

Otherwise, it is degrading Malu and degrading oneself.

She took Wang Yunjin out and found a secluded place. She reminded Wang Yunjin: "Sister De must have no problems."

She gritted her teeth: "She is our only guarantee."

"If you don't want to be used by them until there is no bones left." She tightly grasped Wang Yunjin's arm, "You have to stand firmly behind her."

She looked at her fixedly, and let out a sneer: "As soon as I entered the palace, a palace servant who intended to climb the bed was killed with a stick. Just because the emperor looked at me one more time, I was stabbed with twelve needles in my arm." .”

Wan Liuha Liuyan laughed and said, "You probably don't understand... Anyway, she protects us, and we have to protect her too."

Wang Yunjin slowly smiled, and she said softly, "How can I not understand, Sister Wan, I understand."

She has walked all the way from the dust, and she has experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, so how could she not understand.

She knew what Wanliuha Liuyan said was right.

She thought a little casually, maybe everyone in the palace thought she was Concubine De's.

That's okay, she thought.

She looked at Wan Liuha Liuyan, and smiled softly: "Sister, I know, don't worry."

Wan Liuha Liuyan looked at her and slowly smiled.

They reached a consensus at this moment.

They will gather around Umalu like the stars and the moon, sharing weal and woe.

This couldn't be more normal.

Things in the world are always changing the soup but not the medicine. Even if the appearance is chaotic, the essence is the same.

Just like an emperor in a bitterly cold place in later generations, even if he wanted to abdicate, no matter whether he was a businessman, a minister, or an army, he could only accept him.

So that emperor, day after day, worked on the throne until the end of his life.

So is Umalu.

She doesn't want to fight, and she doesn't want her children to fight.

But as Kangxi said, sometimes, there is no room for disputes.

One day, whether it is her or her child, they will be put on fire and roasted repeatedly until the final winner is determined.

This is fate.

A fate that cannot be changed by humans.

Umalu would never want to decide the fate of others, and sadly, she couldn't decide her own either.

The only thing that can determine fate is fate itself.

And Umalu is just an ordinary mortal.

At this time, the years are peaceful, and fate has not yet opened its mouth to show its fangs, so everyone can still talk about romance and love.

Umalu walked with Kangxi in the imperial garden for a while, and was so tired that he sat in the pavilion and drank the tea prepared by Liang Jiugong.

"Didn't you want to see Mo Ju?"

Umalu smiled and said: "I know what's going on, why did you use this to block the slave's mouth."

Kangxi looked at her with interest.

She seemed to be fine in everything. He had seen her hundreds of times and thought she was wonderful.

It's good for her to be thinner, but also fatter.

He doesn't have sex with her, but he also feels that even if his lust fades, he still likes her.

He thought that he probably had some affection for her.

he does not know.

He didn't answer her words, he just said: "When you get healthy, I will take you on a tour to the south."

He said: "The last time I visited the south, there was a pot of jade butterfly plums in front of a store."

"Somehow, I remembered that there was a heavy snowfall one year, and you were under the plum tree in a red cloak. I remembered it for a long time."

Maybe it was because she was honest and true enough, she didn't hide anything from him, and he tried his best to be honest when facing her.

He said: "You said at that time: Lovers should love people as they are, not as they think. When I saw the jade butterfly plum, I remembered everything."

He held her hand tightly: "I asked you not to change. If you don't change, I hate that you won't change."

He held her hand tightly, calloused deeply.

He said what was in his heart, and dissected it bit by bit for her to see.

His feelings for her are complicated, not just an interesting object.

Liang Jiugong and other palace people had been driven to the end of the road in the imperial garden by him long ago, and they would never hear what they were talking about.

That's why he was able to be so honest.

He confessed that he would certainly be irritated by her obstinacy.But after a while, he was glad that she hadn't changed.

It was only later that he realized what he was thankful for.

At that time, he was already the second waste prince. He sat in Jingren Palace with tears streaming down his face, feeling sorry for Empress Renxiao.

He couldn't understand why he and the prince came to this point.

But it came to him like a thunder in his mind, the reason why he was thankful and hoped that she would not change was simply because he was a kite, so she was the thread he left for himself.

He has been wandering all his life, with no home to return to.It is like a kite with a broken string, high in the sky, struggling in the turbulent clouds, looking around, all you see is the changing wind and clouds, with nowhere to rest.

Her constant is the kite string.

As long as she remains the same, even if he gets lost in the storm, he will wake up when he sees her.

You see, even if he is the Ninth Five Supreme, he is just a mortal. He will get lost in the imperial power again and again, and he will alienate her again and again, but he can always react with hindsight.

He gave his heart to her, as long as she remains unchanged, where she is, is where he is at ease.

He and her are bonded together, entangled in life and death, and interdependent in soul.

How can it be said clearly in one sentence.

Umalu just smiled softly and listened to him quietly.

Kangxi stopped talking.

The two of them clasped their fingers together, the breeze blew, the flowers were blooming, it was quiet and beautiful, and there were some waves on the lake.

Umalu looked at him with a calm expression.

He suddenly felt that his entanglements were so ridiculous.

He let go of the accumulation in his heart in an instant.

Let go of one thought and feel at ease.

He could even laugh out loud.

He pulled her up and led her slowly in the imperial garden.

The ink chrysanthemum she mentioned has already bloomed, and now it has lost its appearance.

Kangxi looked at it for a while, then sighed: "The light muscles and weak bones are scattered and beautiful, and the golden stamens are even more beautiful."

Umalu glanced at Kangxi silently, but didn't speak.

Kangxi didn't pay attention, he raised his eyes and looked up: "Compared to dying with the fragrance on the branches, why have you ever blown down the chrysanthemums in the north wind. You probably prefer the plum blossoms from winter to Aoshuang branches."

Umalu smiled, but didn't answer.

Kangxi looked at her.

Umaru said frankly: "Slaves probably prefer weeds."

She loves the wild grass that is endlessly burned by the wild fire and regenerated by the spring breeze.Even if it is trampled and destroyed, it can never be changed.

Kangxi laughed loudly when he heard the words: "I also love weeds."

He seldom smiled so broadly.

Umalu smiled lightly and continued to enjoy the flowers with him.

Kangxi sympathized with her poor health, so she decided to listen to the opera in Nanfu.

Liang Jiugong sent someone to arrange to go.

The two took their seats.

Kangxi gave her the song: "Come on."

Umalu had no interest in this, so he casually clicked "The Palace of Eternal Life".

Kangxi looked at her for a while: "You did it on purpose."

"Ah?" Umalu couldn't react.

Kangxi felt that she was thinking too much. She lived in the palace for a long time and didn't care about world affairs. How could she know? I went to Taisheng to register.

Although Umalu didn't know what he did wrong, he still opened his mouth and said: "Slaves don't necessarily have to listen to "The Palace of Eternal Life". Such as "Wat on the Bed", "Nanke Meng", "Legend of the White Snake", etc., or Let's choose one."

She gave the catalog to Kangxi.

Kangxi closed it: "Just "The Palace of Eternal Life"."

Nanfu actor has already prepared, just waiting for the masters to make a decision.

After a little waiting, the show started.

Babbling on the stage, listening carefully off the stage.

"Love is good, love is good, even if you are a hundred years old, it is still too little. How to say, how to say, we separated for no reason. I am always wrong, I am always wrong, please don't be upset, please don't be upset..."

When Umalu heard this, he chatted with Kangxi: "Speaking of which, the former fourth son also said that other elder brothers made fun of him for getting married early."

Kangxi responded casually: "Next year's Eight Banners draft, give them a few picks in the middle, so as not to lose money."

"Alright." Umalu just said casually.

The two listened to the play, and Kangxi held her hand.

The drama on the stage is still singing: "Don't mention the absurdity of the past, no one can match the love between you and me, there is a connection between our hearts..."

Kangxi whispered to her: "I think of something, I don't know if I have told you about it."

"During my first southern tour, I met Zen Master Mingbo once."

Kangxi explained to her in detail.

At that time, Zen Master Ming Bo was begging for alms and came to Panshan, which happened to be his pilgrimage to the mountain.

Kangxi saw that he was a skinny old monk who practiced asceticism, so he asked him, "How is the old monk?"

Zen Master Ming Bo thanked him: "Long live Hong En!"

Meeting is fate.

He went to the mountain gate together with Zen master Mingbo.

Walking to the mountain gate, he dismounted from his horse, saw the rock with Huishan Temple written on it, and asked casually, "Can you read?"

Zen Master Ming Bo replied, "I don't know."

Kangxi said: "So I asked him, is it not to establish words, not to be separated from words? He replied to me: "Not to be separated from words, not to be established. "

Umalu nodded: "The finger of the moon."

Kangxi was slightly taken aback, then nodded with a smile: "Yes."

Both knew what the other was talking about.

In the beginning, the Buddhist school did not establish words. It started with the Buddha holding a flower and Kassapa smiling, which is to seal the heart with the heart.

The so-called what I heard is: I listened to what the Buddha said.

Just like "The Analects" is a record of Confucius' words and deeds recorded by Confucius' disciples after Confucius' death.Most of the Buddhist scriptures of later generations were written by the Buddha's disciples after the Buddha's death, recalling the past teachings of the Buddha.

Buddhism has Zen, and it is this path.

The Buddha is the awakened one. The awakened one wakes up from the thousand-year dream, dusts off the dust of the naked eye, and observes everything with the eyes of the mind.

So, no longer obsessed with the appearance, but directly pointed to the essence.

It's not superstition.

That's the case with the finger of the moon.Language and writing are just tools to bring people to see the essence of the world.

What matters is never the finger, but the month.

It's just that with the help of that finger, people can see the moon.

Therefore, do not leave words, do not establish words.

Kangxi looked at her with a more lenient expression, and he said, "I asked him again, what is precepts?" He replied: "Precepts are cessation. What else can I explain?" ""

"Yes." Umalu said with a smile.

Kangxi slowly narrated the following events, and then Zen Master Ming Bo followed him into the Daxiong Hall.

After he finished incense, he stood up and looked around, and asked Chan Master Ming Bo, "Do you have a Zen stick?"

Zen Master Ming Bo stood aside and did not answer.

Kangxi asked again: "Why didn't you answer?"

Zen Master Ming Bo replied: "If I replay it, I may offend someone."

Zen Master Ming Bo followed him out of the palace gate.

Kangxi asked again: "Compared with you and Fozang, who is more learned?"

Zen Master Ming Bo remained silent.

Kangxi said: "I don't think it's interesting, so I asked someone to add 30 taels of silver to make sesame oil money."

Umalu listened quietly, shaking his head slightly with a smile.

Kangxi said: "I know you have a kind heart, and you think I'm doing things like Meng Lang, but I'm the emperor."

Everyone in this world should please me.

Even though he didn't say the second half of the sentence, both of them knew what he meant.

Umalu smiled and said nothing.

Kangxi looked at her for a while, then picked up a piece of snack and fed it to her.

Umalu took a small bite.

After Kangxi finished feeding her, he wiped off the crumbs on his hands with a handkerchief, and then said slowly: "Sometimes I really feel that you are similar to them. You have a haggard heart, and the mundane world has nothing to do with me."

"You all just think I don't understand." He smiled, "Imperial Father is, Ming Bo is, and you are too."

"Arguing without words." He looked at her, although he was smiling, his eyes were full of irony, "What are you arguing with someone who doesn't understand?"

Umalu was not frightened by his moodiness, she had long been used to being with the king like a tiger, and she would be hurt by the tiger at some point.

She just held Kangxi's hand tightly and looked at him gently.

The two looked at each other.

Kangxi took Umalu away.

The opera on the stage is still singing, babbling.

Kangxi let go of his hand at some point, and Umalu silently followed behind him, followed by a bunch of palace people.

Liuli stepped forward to support Umalu.

Umalu lowered his eyes and took a few steps, stepped forward quickly, and held Kangxi's hand, Kangxi waved his hand, but failed to shake it off.

Kangxi slowly held Umalu's hand, and his footsteps also stopped.

He turned his head and told Liang Jiugong: "Prepare the sedan chair."

Liang Jiugong quickly went down to do it.

Kangxi never let go of her hand, just kept silent.

Umalu lowered his head and took off the armor on his hand.

Kangxi and Umalu went back to Yonghe Palace and stayed overnight.

On the second day, Umalu asked Liuli to call Gao Taiyi.

She had blisters on her feet.

After digging her out, Imperial Physician Gao applied ointment, wrapped it in a clean cloth, and told her not to go to the ground or touch the water for a few days.