How can I look back?
I didn' t sleep well that night on August 23, the 13th year of Yongzheng.
The wind outside is too fast. At first glance, it looks like the wind on the grassland. In a trance, I really want to return to the northwest. When I heard the neighing of horses and woke up, there were no galloping horses, only the wind was moaning outside the Shouhuang Hall.
I put on my clothes and picked up the wine on the table.
From the fourth year of Yongzheng, I was imprisoned by Gejue and lived in Jingshan for huang temple. I haven't touched a horse for nine years and three months, and I don't need to get on here. It only takes a while to walk slowly around Shou huang temple, but when I was young, I could ride a good horse and bring back two heads from the enemy camp.
At that time, I was free to choose the best horse in the world. I never knew that one day, I could only see them in my dreams. At that time, if someone told me that I would be locked up in a square house for ten years, I would definitely laugh disdainfully.
We have suffered what we thought we could never bear when we were young, and we have lost what we thought we would never lose when we were young.
With those proud, brave and impulsive memories, I still live in this small house. They say that eldest brother often talks nonsense because he has been confined for too long. I don't know if I will go crazy after being locked up for another ten years.
At dawn, I hold branches and dance with swords.
When the guards tied me into the Shouhuang Temple, I stormed the gate and shouted that I would kill Lao Si. From then on, I had to use branches as swords.
The eunuch stared at me nervously outside again.
I laughed and danced on the branches again, and sang over and over again: "I remember that year, Jin Goma swallowed Wan Li with iron tiger, Yuan Jia Cao Cao sealed the wolf in a professional position and won a panic attack in the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember that I was on fire in Yangzhou Road ... "Tell my fourth son that I am still alive and kicking, swallowing mountains and rivers, and I still miss the Jingoma Railway. An old eunuch came up from behind me. I ignored him and caressed the branches and sang: "When I was drunk, I looked at the sword, but in my dream I blew the horn to fight for the camp. I was gearing up for 800 miles. I chose to cross the Great Wall ..." Xin Qiji could not succeed, but at least I could fight for Long song, but I could only cry at the branches.
The old eunuch shivered and said, "Grandpa 14, the emperor died last night."
I still look at the branches in my hand. The old eunuch thought I didn't hear you clearly and said, "The emperor died last night. Please put on your mourning clothes. "
The branch fell to the ground. I stood for a long time and smiled at the door: "Ha ha ha, you have done everything. After all, it is not a god. Thirteen years, you have only been sitting in that position for thirteen years!"
Eunuchs rushed up, some around their waist, some pulled back and dragged me into the house. Since I was locked up here, in their eyes, I am no longer a noble prince of the Qing Dynasty and a heroic general king. I'm just a poor man, making them worry that I'll drag them down and get beheaded.
Although he was locked up for nine years, his kung fu on horseback has not fallen since he was a child. It took me a little effort to get rid of them.
They knelt down crying and begged me to change. There are cries outside, too.
In the crowd's crying, I seem to gradually realize that he, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty and my own brother, is dead!
I kicked all the eunuchs out. Anyway, the death of Lao Si is worth drinking to celebrate. I stayed up all these years just to see this day.
The first drink is to my mother, my mother, who made you angry and is now dead.
The second cup is for myna, and the third cup is for myna Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge and Laosi. He went underground to meet you. He has no servants and no helpers. You can give him a beating when you see him. Oh, no, Lao Shisan is also underground. He must still be helping Lao Si and Ruoxi. ...
I raised my glass and said vaguely, "Thirteen, I propose a toast to you, too, for Ruoxi."
"If the sunrise, you also have a drink, I didn't do what I promised you. Your ashes were taken away by Lao Si, who refused to scatter them in the wind ... Your golden hairpin was also taken away by Lao Si, and he didn't give it back to me ... He took everything from us ... "I knocked over all the cups and picked up the jar and drank it off. ...
At dawn, I woke up, habitually picked up branches and began to dance swords.
Knife and sword, chanting loudly: "Pay Chai Jin, fight for wine, but don't let go of your hands and feet ... If a beautiful woman in Qin Lou sees you, you should also pull Chai Jin ... Although I lack clothes, I will coax you into buying wine ..."
I stopped slowly.
He is dead! The eunuchs will never report to him the poems I recited again.
Suddenly, in the monitoring, the morning sword dance, which lasted for eleven years, became dull. I just grabbed the branch and didn't know what to do. I just feel exhausted, as if a force supporting me had disappeared.
Eunuchs are all dressed in plain white robes. They knelt before me in silence.
I walked into the room and looked at the mourning clothes on the table.
Brother, you were imprisoned until you died in the twelfth year of Yongzheng.
Second brother, you were imprisoned until you died in the second year of Yongzheng.
Third brother, you were imprisoned until you died in Yongzheng for ten years.
Starling, who took away his title, seized his family property and cut down his ancestral home, died in the fourth year of Yongzheng.
Tian Wen, who deprived him of his title of property and cut down his genealogy, died in Yongzheng four years.
Brother 13th died in the eighth year of Yongzheng.
In the thirteenth year of Yongzheng, Yongzheng also died.
I slowly changed into mourning. I'm not allowed to mourn when I die. Let me wear it together this time.
Late at night, Gao sneaked in. He said, "The emperor has something to say to the fourteenth master."
I still drank, didn't kneel down, and didn't mean to give orders. I didn't respect him before he died. Should I kneel down after he dies? The big deal is a glass of poisoned wine.
Gao didn't mind at all, and quickly said, "I'll take your gold hairpin underground and set you free."
As soon as I heard the first half of the sentence, I was so angry that I broke the cup. I didn't catch what he said in the second half. Gao didn't dare to stay a little longer, so he chased out. Eunuchs formed a human shield at the door to stop me. I was imprisoned. Where are you free? Gao is no longer a big eunuch in front of the emperor. How can he not sneak around?
A few days later, the letter came.
Yong Zhengdi, Sejong of the Qing Dynasty, the year number Yongzheng, the temple number Sejong, posthumous title Jingtian Chang Yun Jian Biao Wen Wu Yingming Kuan Renxin Yi Rui Sheng Da Xiao Zhi Cheng Xian Di.
Li Hong, the fourth elder brother, succeeded to the throne.
In more than two months, it will be the first year of Qianlong.
Qianlong changed Yongzheng, new emperor, new dynasty, new people and new stories.
That night, I dreamed of my fourth brother.
At that time, I was five. Fourth brother came to inquire about my mother's goat's milk and brought a copy of his words. My mother just wants to have a look. I spilled goat's milk, so she couldn't help her. She sucked the goat's milk on the small table with paper and coaxed me softly. My fourth brother sat in silence and gently took the manuscript soaked in goat's milk in her sleeve.
My mother went to change clothes soiled by goat milk. Fourth Brother looked at me and smiled, calling me "Yin Zhen" softly. I stared at him and said nothing. He said, "Can you write your name? You know, our names are pronounced the same. " He looked around and found that no one was paying attention. He dipped his finger into the tea and wrote on the small table: Yin Zhen Yin Zhen. Fourth brother pointed to the name next to him. He smiled and said, "This is my name, and this is your name, with the same pronunciation." I stared at it for a while, obviously envious, but disdainfully said, "Sir, your handwriting is also very general, but it is only because of the imperial concubine that I have been praising you." He accidentally erased the words, jumped off the kang, shouted "auntie" and knocked away.
When I woke up from my dream, my eyes were full of tears.
I don't know whether I am crying for my fifteen-year-old fourth brother in Ernian Palace or for my life that passed away with the death of Emperor Sejong.
Three months after Yongzheng's death, Qianlong released me.
I stood at the threshold of Shouhuang temple for a while before crossing the threshold. Ten years ago, I was brought into Shouhuang temple, and ten years later, I walked out of Shouhuang temple myself.
One in and one out, ten years.
Maybe Li Hong, no, it should be said that Emperor Qianlong was sitting in the dragon chair in Qin Zhengting Hall.
I looked at him carefully. This is the son of Lao Si, but I don't see the shadow of Lao Si in his eyes. I can't say whether it's sad or relieved.
He asked me, "Does Uncle Fourteen want anything? Feel free to speak boldly. "
I thought for a moment and said, "A good horse."
Ganlong seemed surprised and looked at me thoughtfully.
I know that I can't let the emperor guess the mind of the courtiers and take the initiative to explain: "I haven't ridden a horse for ten years." In the past 13 years, everyone called me an idiot. They don't know that I don't know the power of the emperor, and I just don't want to bow to him.
Gan Long's eyes showed sadness. He asked the eunuch to take the bloody BMW away from Mongolia as a tribute. I took the horse given to me by Qianlong and walked out of the Forbidden City.
The streets are bustling and crowded with people. Noisy sound
Yongzheng was a stingy emperor. He was not built in Beijing. So Beijing has hardly changed, and it is still the Beijing I am familiar with.
I can easily find the restaurant with deep pockets and swords, the romantic building where I went drinking and playing with Tian Wen, and the teahouse where myna met the literati in the south of the Yangtze River.
Just upstairs, a girl cried, "son, the son of the horse."
I looked up and she waved behind me: "Son, you forgot your fan."
I watched the singer upstairs leaning against the railing and laughing.
On the Lantern Festival, I led a group of frivolous Wuling teenagers to drink and watch the lights, and met Brother Thirteen and Ruoxi, as well as green radish.
That night, BMW carved cars all over the road, thousands of trees opened in the east wind night, stars were like rain, dragons and dragons danced together ... After that, the man gave me a push with a whip: "Hey, what are you looking at?" Uncle, gouge out your eyes carefully. Don't roll! "Raise the whip, threatening to play.
I turned around, led the horse and walked along the street, still without a destination.
In fact, I want to go to the northwest, gallop thousands of miles, ride horses and scream, watch eagles hit the sky and fish smell shallow.
However, Qianlong will not rest assured that I will leave Beijing.
But that's enough.
In this city, every corner has their marks and mine, and I can slowly recall them from a corner. ...
This is written in fourteen.