book of ten thousand words

Finally, he followed Mr. Wei into a room.

When I went in and took a closer look, the room seemed to have just been cleaned, and there was a faint smell of dust floating out.

The furniture and furnishings inside are not unusual.In other words, it is no different from the "Qi" in other places upstairs.Only, in the corner, there is a small carved lacquer altar.If you look closely, the paintings hanging above are also different.It was a portrait, slightly yellowish.Draw a big banana tree.Under the tree, sat a graceful and handsome woman.

She was wearing a man's Confucian uniform like a light gauze, and she was holding a qin in her hand.Slightly lowering his head, facing us outside, he smiled faintly, a bit like the undergrowth.

A few puffs of nice-smelling light smoke swirled slowly from the incense burner, reminding me that this agile woman was already just a figure in the painting.The other things for worship are also placed in full swing—it should be left there.

Sure enough, Mr. Wei came straight here, held incense and bowed a few times, and said in a low voice, "Mother, today is my 20th birthday. Do you know?"

As he spoke, he took out a delicate wine jug, poured a glass of wine, and offered it respectfully. "Mother! This glass of wine should have been toasted at the banquet. Today I can only let you take this glass in vain." After finishing speaking, he bowed his head in silence for a while, took out a piece of paper, and read solemnly, "Yongli 25 In the year, the unworthy son offered sacrifices to the spirit of the emperor's mother. Zhaoguang has changed, and ten years have passed..."

A sacrificial chapter that reveals the true feelings should be a good article that has more than one hundred years of love.

There was a surge in my heart, not only because of his life experience, but also because I was troubled by thinking about my own sad things, and I became emotional at the same time.

After Mr. Wei finished reading the sacrificial oration, he slowly threw a piece of paper into the flames.

The flames blossomed, jumped up indulgently, and then disappeared.The feeling of pain in the heart, liver, intestines, and lungs was suddenly doubled in an instant.

I was so sad that my body trembled even when I was tired. "Mr. Wei, it would be fine if you and I could be burned by this fire." Mr. Wei wiped away the scattered tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned his head and asked, "What is your sadness?" Knowing that I was forgetting my feelings, I accidentally slipped my words, so I shouldn't have said "you and me".

But now, Mr. Wei has told me the most secret things in life, what is there to hide about his family affairs?Simply explain the fact that my father was exiled to the Northeast by Lord Kangxi.

After finishing speaking, I thought that although Mr. Wei treated me with great courtesy and love, it would be inappropriate to bring up my old family affairs when he was sad.Because while guessing his mood, while being cautious, he confessed to him.

Mr. Wei smiled lightly and said, "There is no need to be formal." After thinking for a while, he asked, "When did this happen?" I replied, "Six years ago." " Mr. Wei asked me why, seeing me shaking my head, not knowing anything, suddenly smiled and said: "This is the good emperor you have served!" "

I was stunned for a moment, and said, "That year, the current emperor was not able to govern himself."

Young Master Wei sighed when he heard the words, "What can we do after taking charge of the government?"

After a while, she lost her mind and said to herself, "I have an elder brother who is a cousin. His mother and my mother are sisters of the same mother. They look very similar. People often meet, and it is not clear whether it is him or me. of."

Because I don't know why he said this, I replied in a daze, "Oh", and waited for him to continue.However, his thoughts moved quickly, and he stopped talking about this younger brother, but looked up and sighed: "Do you know? Ten years ago, my birthday was celebrated in this upstairs."

After speaking, he smiled and said, "At this time, your emperor has already been in charge."

I just remembered that at this time, Kunming was still the home of Emperor Yongli of the Ming Dynasty, and the person in front of me was still the crown prince.I remembered what Mrs. Xu told me before: Ten years ago, the crown prince was imprisoned here together with the queen.

At that time, I thought I was just a story listener.

I put those sorrows, sorrows, and crying too far away, looking at Mr. Wei today, listening to Mr. Wei, smelling the smell of him, and feeling a great power, which suddenly pulled me into this strange place. in the story.

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