The blessing of the Qing Dynasty is difficult to pass

Chapter 79 Silence and Withering

After all, Elder Brother Shi is a child, and now that Empress Wen Xi is sick, Elder Brother Ten's heart is extremely fragile, and it is a good time to have a relationship with him, so Yinxiang took the initiative to come over.First he asked about Concubine Wen Xi's condition, and then he took Elder Brother Shi to the shooting range to ride a horse and shoot arrows to change his mood. After a few days, Yinxiang realized that Elder Brother Ten had a different attitude towards him.

The tenth elder brother has a reckless temperament, doesn't like poetry, and loves to ride and shoot with fists and feet. Yinxiang is a character with both civil and military skills. , never mentioning reading in front of him, only talking about fisting, riding, shooting and playing. Gradually, Elder Brother Ten became intimate with Yinxiang, and would take the initiative to talk to Yinxiang.

Yinxiang's closeness to the tenth elder brother is betrayal in Yinzhen's view. Yinxiang has been sticking to him since he was a child, no matter what is big or small, he will come to him, and now Yinxiang suddenly warms up to the tenth elder brother. It's very uncomfortable and very unpleasant.

In this world, the one who understands Yinzhen best is Yinxiang. Yinzhen doesn't need to speak, and Yinxiang knows what it means with every look and movement. Seeing Yinzhen's stinky and cold face, Yinxiang bent over with a smile in his heart, His fourth brother has always been like this, and he did it for Yinzhen.

After reliving his life, Yinxiang had no idea about the throne. In his previous life, he saw with his own eyes the scene of Yinzhen working hard for the country and the people but being criticized by the people.No matter how high a position you are in, you have to bear as much responsibility. The emperor is often a thankless profession. Yinxiang is confident that he will be a good emperor, but he doesn't want to be a good emperor, and he doesn't want to compete with Yinzhen.

Nine Dragons seized the heir, the cruelty involved, Yinxiang still has lingering fears in retrospect, and really doesn't want to go through it again.

"Huh..." At night, Yinxiang sighed at the bright moon, and lived a new life, hoping that this life would be easier than the previous one.

Everyone has their own troubles, and life treats everyone fairly. Every family has its own scriptures, and everyone has unspeakable suffering.Days have to go on. Although we don't know what will happen tomorrow or what the future will hold, everyone is moving forward bravely. Everyone is struggling and working hard.

In the spring of the 33rd year of Kangxi, Yi Meng got married. He was a junior official of the seventh rank, and he was in Sichuan. Yi Meng wanted to follow him to Sichuan. After this trip, he would not be able to return to Beijing for at least three years.Before Yi Meng got on the bridal sedan chair, Mrs. Zhang held her hand and wept uncontrollably. Yi Meng also cried bitterly, her makeup was ruined by crying. She was really sad. This time, she was far away from her parents, relatives, and loved ones. , this life can be regarded as such a stereotype, and there will be no more big waves and surprises.

Yi Meng didn't pretend to cry like other brides, Yi Rao could see this, she watched the scene in front of her silently, sighed in her heart, alas...

Yi Meng cried so miserably that even Yi Rao's mood was depressed for several days. Xiao Bailong comforted her and said, "At least she is the wife, and the scholar is honest, and he should be happy in the future."

"Maybe." Yi Rao sat on the swing, staring blankly at the grass on the ground in a daze. The days were very monotonous and repeated every day. Trapped in the small courtyard of Zhaojia Mansion, Yi Rao had a The feeling of sitting in prison is too boring and tasteless.

The passage of time is obviously like air, intangible and invisible, but Yirao just has an illusion that she can see the passage of time, she is like a bystander watching her life, repeating it every day, Not to mention the waves, there is not even the slightest ripple, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Life, silence." Yi Rao spat out these two words blankly.

Xiao Bailong "..." Yi Rao suddenly became literary, and the sentences were so philosophical and poetic, Xiao Bailong felt goose bumps all over his body.

"It's withering. Life is like a flower, and I'm withering." Yi Rao's literature and art is still going on. Before, I always thought that those literati were moaning without illness. There are so many melancholy all day long, most of them are writing new words Forced to say sad.Now, Yi Rao really thinks that the previous thoughts are too naive and funny, the most complicated and inexplicable is the human thoughts...

When the state of mind is reached, such words will come out naturally. This is a description and summary of the sensory experience, not just getting nervous and moaning without illness.

The hairs all over Xiao Bailong's body were about to stand on end when he heard the words, he didn't understand what was wrong with Yi Rao, he was chasing dogs and chickens and rabbits like a child before, how could he become so deep in a blink of an eye?Where did that cheerful and funny Yi Rao go?
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Bailong asked cautiously.

"It's nothing." Yi Rao said wearily.

"Why did you suddenly turn into a literary and artistic young woman, and feel that you have a life? Where did the little tease who was always smiling before go?"

Xiao Bailong called it a funny comparison, Yi Rao had already fought with it before, but now she has no energy, and she doesn't want to talk, boring, boring life, boring days.

Pale, everything is pale.

"I've been here for eight years." Eight years, a life like a prison, with only one chance to go out of the house every month, and she, who was mischievous and couldn't calm down, even endured it "What's so funny, eight years Boudoir, smoothed me, my enthusiasm, my passion."

After being imprisoned for eight years, how could she be happy all the time.

Realizing the number of eight years, Yi Rao was a little dazed. It turned out that she had been in the Qing Dynasty for eight years, and time... was really fleeting.

Yi Rao's appearance really frightened Xiao Bailong a little, his usually expressive little face was full of confusion at this moment, his big shiny eyes were lifeless, his whole person lost his soul like a doll.

A person who usually talks a lot suddenly fell silent, which meant that she was unhappy.

"Are you really okay?" Little White Dragon asked very cautiously, it is not a dragon with rich emotions, and in Yiluo's situation, it is really helpless.

"It's okay." Yi Rao shook her head, leaning her whole body on the hanging rope of the swing, feeling weak all over, her small body wanted to fall backwards. "Yes, is there a beauty couch? I want to lie down for a while."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Bailong responded repeatedly, and then a beauty couch with a soft blanket appeared next to the swing, "Where to put it? Under the tree? Next to the flowers? Or by the small lake?" Xiao Bai Long's tone has never been more attentive, and his attitude has never been more warm and thoughtful.

"It's good here." Yi Rao was too lazy to move.

So Xiaobailong put the beauty couch beside the swing, and Yirao lay down on it, staring blankly at the green leaves, what smelled in his nose was the fragrance of flowers, crystal clear petals kept falling in mid-air , the colors are lavender, light blue, pink and so on, the whole space is like a dream, really like in a fairyland.

Yi Rao slowly closed her eyes, her head was empty, her thoughts wandered far away, if she withers, she will wither, but fortunately she still has the little white dragon as her companion, and her growth and blooming are watched by others.

(End of this chapter)