Gongmen Chunhan

Chapter 109 Official History Jiu Yuexue

"Mommy??? Did the infatuated emperor live happily with the princess in the end?" The child held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with one hand, and shook the old nanny's arm with the other. The hope in his eyes was an endless abyss.

"Silly boy, this is just unofficial history." The old mother's eyes were also covered with faint tears, and she felt weak when she stroked the child's hand a few times.

"Unofficial history, what about the official history! How about the official history?" There was no time to pay attention to the fallen osmanthus cake, and excitedly pulled the old mother's sleeve to ask.

1906 Guangxu 32 Years

There was snow falling all over the ground, and the remaining snow was hanging on the dead branches. It looked a bit sad. Sitting on a soft sedan chair, he let people carry him around. He curled up slightly trying to get some warmth. He didn’t even have a hand stove in his hand. What kept warm was the fluff in the sleeves, coughed lightly, and the little eunuch beside him hurriedly handed over the handkerchief nervously.

The golden handkerchief was stained with blood, and compared with the white snow, it looked extraordinarily bleak. There was no expression on his pale face until the pocket watch in his arms was overturned by the sedan chair. The man picked up the pocket watch, held it to his ear, and listened. Watching the clock turn "tick...tick" obsessed with this monotonous tone, the back that was polished shiny was shining with dim light.

The little eunuch at the side wiped away his tears and swallowed them forcefully. He didn't dare to cry for fear of disturbing the warmth of this moment.

After turning the carriage and getting on the carriage, the man leaned quietly on the carriage, holding the pocket watch tightly, and gently stroking the jade pendant hanging around his waist, with slightly closed eyes, soft and beautiful, sometimes standing on tiptoe Get up, sometimes relax, seem a few times helpless.

There is always a moment in the world, when the Buddha said that looking back at the previous life, the current life passed by, and the golden carriage with the bell "swaying????"

On the street, a woman held an oiled paper umbrella in her hand, her face was as pale as a fairy, and the bell in her hand rang rhythmically with her steps, blending with the bell on the carriage.

People rushed out of the street suddenly, the horse was frightened, the carriage was hit by a force, the people in the carriage were bumped backwards, and the jade pendant around their waist was thrown out of the carriage for some unknown reason, but the people inside the carriage The man didn't notice it at all, he just helped him up.

The people in front dispersed, and the carriage continued to walk. The jade pendant that fell on the ground was covered with a few traces of dust, and the surface that was already bonded was broken into pieces again.

The woman picked up the broken jade pendant, got up slowly, and turned her head to look at the carriage going away. She was stunned for a long time...? For a long time... For a long time.

Is it a call??? It is also the opening of dusty memories. (Unofficial history introduces the reason for this paragraph)

The carriage was sent directly to the place with red walls and yellow glazed tiles, and the soft sedan was used again. It was obvious that the man seemed to be unable to bear any twists and turns at all. He half-closed his eyes and gasped a little weakly.

The little eunuch waved his hands, telling people not to wake up the people on the sedan chair, but the bearers didn't take it seriously at all, and blew coldly.

The little eunuch stretched out his hand anxiously to dig around from his bosom, and finally escaped with a tael of silver, handing it to the bearer, but he didn't dare to speak, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head.

The bearer took the money disdainfully, laughed at it a few times, but still took it, and then walked a little more lightly, but it was still a bit bumpy because of the rush.

In fact, he can see it, he knows it, but he has no strength, no right to control it, and he doesn't care anymore, as long as he can go back to that pear tree again, that's fine, but that pear tree has been taken care of. cut.

It was he who made everything disappear, and he destroyed it all with his own hands. After the incident of Gengzi stopped that year, when he returned to Beiping, he returned to live in the golden cage and became a layman every day.

I heard from Kou Liancai and the fifth son that the pear tree in the Hall of Mental Cultivation had been cut down by Lafayette, and I don’t know what it looks like now, whether there are any traces left, sprouts, or broken walls.

(End of this chapter)