Piano

Princess Yongqing, who was brought up by the little empress, had the same good nature as her, but this little girl who was pampered and raised by the harem was obviously two points more lively than the empress.

The five or six-year-old girl has already learned the commonly used Chinese characters, and sometimes she can even listen to the music played by the musicians and dance two similar dances with the dancers.

"It's a pity that at this age, dancing girls are a lowly job. Princesses of the Song Dynasty can't do things for people to enjoy."

"Otherwise, this child will definitely become an excellent dancer."

That day, the little queen looked at Yongqing's figure and slowly sighed, her usually quiet eyes were a little more sad. After the voice fell, she suddenly turned her eyes to look at me. It was hidden in her voice. I don't know if it was curiosity or something. hope.

"Axue, tell me, there will be a day in this world where girls are free to do what they want?"

I was at a loss for words when I heard this, and finally struggled for a long time to speak the truth softly: "Go back to your mother, there will be such a day."

"There will always be a day in this world when girls can do what they like to do with peace of mind and become the people they want to be."

"You said yes, then I'll believe it!" The little queen smiled slightly while holding the corner of her lips, and then suddenly lowered her voice, "Axue, do you know? will believe it."

"—I don't know if this is my illusion, but I always feel that you are different from us."

"You are different." The little queen's face was inexplicably full of determination, "Although you abide by all kinds of etiquette in the palace like everyone else every day, I think the only one who is bent down by you when saluting An insignificant shell."

"You are like a shadow floating on the edge of the imperial court, sometimes I even feel like you are a visitor from another world who fell from the sky—"

"So, I will believe everything you say, and this time is no exception." The little queen rolled her eyes with a smile, but I was suddenly startled by what she said.

For a moment, I was in a trance and couldn't tell whether this was a dream woven by Jingxu painting or the Northern Song Dynasty that really existed in history.

It is also unclear whether the person who entered this scene is me or her.

*
When Princess Yongqing was eight years old, Emperor Dog changed her title and named her "Princess Rongfu".

The people in the palace all said that this is the princess's blessing, and the official's willingness to change the title of "Yongqing" to the more honorable "Rongfu" is undoubtedly to show their importance to the princess, but I listened, But I can't feel the slightest joy.

——After the Chinese New Year this year, the little queen's body has gradually weakened. Every time I see her face, I can't help but feel flustered.

Later, the panic reached its peak on a certain day in mid-September.

That day I took the princess to the Kunning Palace to visit my mother, the little queen who was so sick a few days ago that she could hardly get out of bed, got up and put on her makeup for the first time today.

A few young maids in the same hall said that the empress is "auspicious people have their own appearance", and it would take a few days for her to return to normal, but I looked at her clothes that were so loose that they could almost fit two of hers. Knowing that she is mostly just a flashback.

The respectful and humble little queen was dying.

My eyes were sour uncontrollably, but the little queen over there had already beckoned the princess to her.

I watched her habitually bend her smiling eyes, and gently stroked the top of the child's hair with her skinny fingertips: "Jin Nuer, if Mother asks you to choose the one you like between Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Wang, you Who will you choose?"

"If the empress must let her daughter choose one of these two ladies, then the daughter should choose Mrs. Zheng." The little princess tilted her head and thought seriously, "Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Wang have very good tempers, but Mrs. Zheng The stories are better told, and the people are prettier."

"Okay, then Mrs. Zheng." The little queen laughed more and more heartily, but I watched from the side, but my heart became more and more uncomfortable.

The eight-year-old Princess Rongfu may not be able to figure out why her mother suddenly asked about this, but I can see clearly.

——She knew that she would not live long, and she wanted to find someone to take care of her young children for her.

*
In the end, the little queen couldn't survive that September.

On the day the empress died, the eight-year-old little princess stared wide-eyed in fear and confusion.

I saw that the circles of her eyes had already turned red, but she opened her mouth in a daze, and the mist accumulated in the eye sockets could not drip down no matter what.

That night, the Princess Palace was brightly lit, and under the shadow of the candles, there was a small figure huddled on the Babu bed.

Seeing this, I sighed and stepped forward to knock on the grille on the bed. After a long time, a whimper as thin as a mosquito came from the curtain: "Sister Lan, you will not leave like your mother in the future, right?"

"No, princess." I shook my head solemnly, "Princess, as long as you want, this slave will always be by your side."

——At least until the scene ends.

I silently added in my heart, after a long silence, the little princess slowly stretched out a small hand from the tent: "Then let's pull the hook."

"Okay, let's pull the hook." I gently hooked the little finger of the young child, but she seemed to have found a vent suddenly, and burst into tears.

Big teardrops rolled down her cheeks and hit her clothes, penetrated the pajamas, and soaked the bedding again.

I don't remember how long Rong Fu cried that night, I only know that when she finally fell asleep from crying, the outside of the window was as white as a fish maw.

The death of the little empress made the entire harem sluggish for a long time, until two years later in the fourth year of Daguan (1110), when Lady Zheng was ordered to enter the Palace of Kunning and became her successor, there was some relief.

In recent years, the bride, who has become more stable, has long since lost the restless energy she had when she was jealous of Mrs. Wang. With the little queen's jewels in front of her, she has been frugal and courteous, and she seems to be decent.

——In these years, everyone has grown up.

Except Huizong.

He is still the idle scholar who is not qualified to be an emperor, a talented idle scholar.

I rolled up my sleeves and looked out the window. The winter in Daguan four years came earlier, and the snow fell especially thickly.

A few days ago, Huizong wrote a picture of "Xuejiang Returning to Zhao (sound "Zhao") on a whim. Cai Jing's treacherous dog thief flattered him after the poem postscript of this picture.

The dog emperor was so happy that he hung the picture in the study for the courtiers to observe and comment on. When I heard about this, I felt the blood in my throat was blocked again and again.

——With monarchs and ministers like you, the Northern Song Dynasty deserved to be beaten to pieces.

Really, deserve to be beaten.

I was so angry that I almost dropped the teacup in my hand, but when I thought that this tea set was given to me by the little queen, I couldn't bear it all at once.

But it doesn't mean that I can't bear to throw the cup, and I just eliminated the fire in my heart.

Because I clearly know that the catastrophe of annihilating the country in the Northern Song Dynasty will officially kick off soon.

so sad so sad so sad