The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 808 Extra Story: Tomb Tour Part One
I still remember when I was young, under the old pine tree outside the house, I stared straight at the direction of the Forbidden City, waiting for my father to hand over his duties and go home.

But my father always returns with the setting sun at sunset, carrying a pot of burning knives in his hand throughout the years, clapping his hands at me from a long distance, smiling and saying, "You'er, come to my father."

I jumped up and ran to his side, pretending to be a little adult, took the wine jug in his hand and took a sip from the tip of my nose, boasting about its fragrance.

The relationship between father and mother is very good. After dinner for the family of three, father would practice swordsmanship with me in the narrow courtyard for a while, and mother would pickle some vegetables to accompany us.

Although life is not rich, but happy.

Father is Lord Ye Bilong's disciple, and he is admired by him because of his excellent swordsmanship. In private, the two of them share similar tastes and talk very happily. If not for the huge difference in identities, they would look like a pair of brothers with different surnames.

When I first remembered, the householder in charge of the mansion of the adults often came to my house and brought some chickens, ducks, fish, charcoal and cotton clothes to help us.At that time, when I saw the servant in charge, I couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

When I was eight years old, there was a pox epidemic in the capital. (In this special period, friends must wear masks when going out! Have a safe New Year~~~)

The pox epidemic was so fierce that I couldn't remember it at that time. I only remember that when I woke up one morning, my mother suddenly collapsed on the couch and couldn't get up.She had red rashes all over her face. I cried and knelt in front of her couch and shook her weak body desperately, but she pushed me away.

She told me to go.

That was the first time I saw my mother get angry when I grew up.

I was so wronged in my heart, I felt puzzled, I was clearly concerned about my mother, why did my mother have to be so angry?
I rushed out the door with red eyes, and stood stiffly at the door, angry with my mother.

It was already noon when Dad came back from duty. Seeing me standing in front of the door, he went up to touch my forehead and asked what was wrong with me.

The grievances in my heart poured out, it was the first time I cried so delicately, now thinking about it, I look like a woman.

Dad didn't comfort me, but rushed into the room in a hurry.

I wanted to follow, but he locked the door, leaving me standing outside the door alone.

I thought it was my parents who didn't want me anymore, so I slammed on the door desperately. The wooden door was shaken by me and dust fell down. My hands were red from the shock, but my father didn't open the door.

At a later time, my father dragged me to Niuhulu Mansion without saying a word.He asked his servant to watch me, and went inside to find the lord by himself.

But today's servants are a bit strange, they all covered their faces with white gauze, and they didn't like to tease me like usual when they saw me, instead they all showed disgusted expressions and kept away from me.

I kicked the stones under my feet to play, and my father came out quickly, followed by the servant in charge.

He too, with his mouth and nose tightly wrapped in white gauze, I almost couldn't recognize him.

Later, my father told me that he and my mother had important matters to do, and asked me to go to my grandfather's house in the suburbs of Beijing to stay for a while with the family in charge.

But since I was a child, I have been dependent on my parents for life. Where have I seen any grandfather?
I didn't want him to push me out like this, and my father didn't explain. After pushing me to the servant in charge, he ran away like a fly.

I lived in that so-called grandfather's house for more than a month, and he treated me like a kitten or puppy.

If you are happy, you will enjoy two bites of food, if you are unhappy, you will ignore me all day.

I was about to get bored getting along with him, so I bravely stole the dry food from his house, and found the way back to my home in the capital according to my own memory.

But when I found my home full of joy, I saw a group of officers and soldiers holding up torches and burning my house down.

I was so frightened that I ran over and punched the leading guard with my small fist.

I asked him why he burned my house and where he took my parents.

The guard shook the shiny knife in his hand on my neck, and I could even feel the blade scratching my skin.

At the critical moment, Ding, the servant in charge of the lord's mansion, suddenly appeared and stopped the guards.

He didn't know what to whisper into the guard's ear, and took me away.

Along the way, he grabbed my arm tightly, but I kept struggling, almost punching and kicking him.

I am not as strong as him, and tossing around for a long time is just futile.

When I was brought into the gate of Niu Hulu's mansion, it was just in time for my lord to go back to the mansion.

Seeing that I was arguing with the servant in charge, he got off the sedan chair and asked what was the matter.

The servant Ding, who was in charge, ran to whisper a few more words to the lord. I saw the lord stroke his black beard, sighed, and waved to me.

I knew he was a good man, so I ran to him, sobbed and asked him where his parents were.

He didn't answer me, just took my hand and entered the mansion.

Niu Hulu Mansion is really big, I have never been in such a luxurious place.I was dumbfounded, and didn't think of asking about his parents until he led me into his study.

He sat on the seat, took a sip of tea, and talked to me.

Your parents got pox and died.

I was stunned, and I couldn't believe what he said, so I kept asking him.

He still told me calmly that death is death, and there is no need for him to lie to me.

I cried and turned around and ran out. He grabbed the burlap collar of my neck with his big hands and said to me in an extremely cold voice: "Your parents are dead. The imperial court saw you when they went to collect the corpse in the house." The Qingsi hidden by my father. When the Qing army entered the customs, the Han people had to shave their hair and keep their hair, which was regarded as anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty. The guards set fire to your house, and if you go back now, they will burn you too."

How could I understand these things at that time, but I knew what death meant.

How could my parents die?

A few days ago, my father was still teaching me how to dance a sword. My father said that I am very talented. If I have the opportunity to enter the palace as a guard in the future, I will definitely be able to show my talents.

My mother also sewed a new padded coat for me. I hope that soon after the snow falls in the capital in late autumn, I can wear the tiger-striped dress, which is very majestic.

These scenes are still clearly emerging in front of me, how can adults tell me that they are dead?
I was a little rambunctious and quarreled with adults, I asked him to let go of me, and I told him that I was going to find my parents.

He raised his hand and slapped me hard.

I was hit by his slap and fell to the ground, and my jaw hit the ground, knocking out my tooth that had been loose for a long time but hadn't fallen out yet.

He was condescending, still looking at me expressionlessly: "Your parents are dead, if you want to die, you don't have to go home, just find a pillar in my mansion and hit it to death. If you want to live, you are Beijiang Only son, I will take you in."

Just this slap and this sentence seemed to make me grow up suddenly.

I can't remember what I was thinking at that time, I forcibly suppressed the tears in my eyes, and nodded desperately at my lord.

After a long time, I didn't know.

That day my mother got angry at me for no reason and got the hell out of me, because she was afraid that her illness would pass on to me.

And my father sent me to the so-called grandfather's house because he was afraid that I would catch the pox while staying in the capital.

But he didn't leave.

He stayed by Mother's side, always, always by her side.

Until she closed her eyes first, until she also contracted the pox, Dad didn't leave the thatched hut where we lived together day and night.

I am proud to have such parents.

(End of this chapter)