Shao Song - Vol 2.4 Chapter 4

Divine Blessing doesn’t remember anything that happened before the age of four or five.

She is not as favored by her father as her sister Yiyou, nor is she as smart and generous as her sister, Buyou. When she was picked up from the north, the medical officer said that her dazedness was caused by excessive fright. This was what her sister told her later. Sister Yanfu asked her: “–How much do you remember about that year? ”

Shen Bless is copying the “Heart Sutra”, and he looks at it blankly.

“That’s…” Foyou paused, and his voice inadvertently became softer and softer, “What happened during the years when Jin Guo was captured.”

Shenyou shook his head, but her hair was soaked in ink, and as she shook, a thick stain was stained on the paper.

She didn’t remember, but she always seemed to dream. When I woke up, there was a piece of sweat and tears on the pillow, but I couldn’t think of anything. When I thought about it, I got a headache and trembling all over.

My sister told her about the Northland, very careful and very slow. God blessed her as if she was looking at flowers in the fog, she always felt like she was listening to other people’s stories, and she couldn’t recall her memory. Fu Mu persuaded her, this is not a good thing, why should the princess keep thinking about it. She was a little stubborn, but didn’t refute, just glanced at Fu Mu coldly.

Everyone said that the eyes of the princess **** blessed were always extremely cold and deep, that is, it was awe-inspiring.

She didn’t know when this comment came from, where it came from, or why she felt this way to others. God bless the one who can be called “close” in my heart, only the sister, and only the sister, can come to the opposite conclusion-cowardice. The sisters in my memory always pull her, pull her to find daddy, pull her to make fun with moms and girls, pull her out of the palace to have fun, pull her to tease her younger brothers and sisters, and pull her to spend one after another. In the long dark night, I slowly fell asleep with my sister’s soft reading sound. The last memory before my dream was the warm touch of the palm of my hand.

Shenyou sometimes feels that her father is an older sister, and her mother is also an older sister.

Her mother died in the Kingdom of Jin, and she didn’t leave any memory of her voice and smile. Where’s daddy? Dad is the father of the king.

What is the ruler? Life and death can be determined in one word, and everything can be determined by one line. God blessed her to read, and every word and line in the book told her: the heart of the king is the will of heaven, and the king’s fate cannot be violated. The book also tells her: the king is a boat carried by water. But she is just a small drop of water and dew, which can overwhelm a great boat. So Dad likes her children to read wisely, so she and her sister read poetry and history together. Dad never mentioned the maidens who had disappeared from the Northland, and she did not show her curiosity about her biological mother in front of her father. Dad thought Wu Jiedu’s eldest son was a good trust, so she married Wu Fu.

-But it is not the case, she is not reconciled.

God bless you don’t like reading, I really don’t like it. Sometimes she really admires her elder sister and Wu Niangniang—sister can never let go of the scrolls, and Wu Niangniang can still read a lot of articles if she doesn’t like it. Once I heard my sister talking to Wu Niangniang about the Buddhist teachings in the Journey to the West, God Bless turned her head and glanced at Pan Niangniang subconsciously. At that moment, she realized that she and Pan Niangniang had the same delicate mood.

Compared to reading, she likes embroidery and painting. My sister teased her, saying that all her painting skills were described in the way she painted. She didn’t know if she should refute what she said. In the end, she remained silent as always. When Dad took her and her sister to Xiangguo Temple for the first time, she was amazed by the humans and animals on the wall that seemed to be alive. It was a dilapidated and accustomed Ouchi palace that did not possess the ethereal and mysterious magnificence. After returning, she traced those murals on paper and embroidered them into a table screen. But this naive but delicate table screen and picture frame did not bring her any praise. Of course, the only people who saw her were Mother Fu and her sister.

Mother Fu frowned, the respect on her face mixed with disapproval: “The officials don’t like the gods and Buddhas, how can the princess…”

She didn’t finish her words. With a “bang”, God Bless turned his head, and the thick copy of “Selected Works” in my sister’s hand was thrown on the ground, but she didn’t see her irritation, she just stared at her gently and asked, “Did you scare you?”

Shenyou shook his head, turned and opened his arms to his sister, and landed in a familiar, warm embrace as he wished. She buried her head in her sister’s neck, and saw Fu Mu leaning over on the clear glass and retreating respectfully. Finally, she stared at herself in the reflection, with a pair of eyes slightly bent, with a little trivial satisfaction.

-This year is the fifth year of Jianyan.

In the five years of Jianyan, his sister Yiyou was not yet one year old, and her elder sister had already been allowed out by her father. In the 7th year of Jianyan, she also had a consort.

Shenyou has never thought about being married or marrying. She was once anxious about the birth of her sister Yiyou. She is the sister of the elder sister, and Yiyou is also the sister of the elder sister. Dad likes his sister so much, Shenyou doesn’t care, but she doesn’t know if his sister will like Yiyou as much as Dad.

She and her sister were raised in Pan Niangniang’s palace. In the past, Pan Niangniang just greeted them every day. After having a sister, she kept them away. Foyou often has to drag her to find her father, but now she often has a younger sister in her arms. Shenyou quietly watched her sister sit beside him and tease the child, but only felt dazzling. Later, when the sister finally tried to take her to find daddy again, God Bless escaped with his hand.

The sister looked over in surprise, she lowered her head and told her frankly that she didn’t like Yiyou.

Why? There are too many reasons. In the past, my dad’s arms belonged to my sister, and God was afraid of other people’s contact, so every time my sister took the initiative to pounce on Daddy’s arms, and then stretched out her hand to hold her. In the past, the mothers and mothers in the front palace were most concerned about their sisters. All she heard was that the sisters were gently returning greetings to those who greeted them, and instead of her who were silent, they returned. The old sister was the focus of up and down, and her Zhao Shenyou was the focus of her sister.

Unexpectedly, the elder sister looked around at the no one, and said blankly: “Do you think I really want to go?”

My sister has always been the princess of Song praising up and down. She is like a figure who has come out of countless praising royal and noble women. This is the first time God Bless has seen her sister clearly express “No”. There should be an emotion. She raised her head and looked over in amazement. Her elder sister had already taken the lead to lift her skirt and stepped across the threshold. She was still the demure, filial and benevolent princess.

God blessed his mind at this moment.

There is a saying among the folks that a five-year-old and six-year-old mischief, and a seven-year-old and eight-year-old dog hate it. Shenyou and her sister were nothing but flamboyant “yellow-haired girls” in the mouth of the Zhao Song official family. No one had ever asked him to experience anything called a dog. God Bless does not know why others are, she is just afraid, she is afraid of daddy. But she also respected her sister, that kind of dependence and endless trust seemed to be a mark flowing in her blood.

In the past, she believed that her sister would not leave her behind, and even more so now—she suddenly burst into indescribable excitement. She understands that only she, Zhao Shenyou, has seen such an undisguised and ordinary side of her sister.

But it won’t be anymore soon. It was the sister’s husband, Yue Yun, the eldest son of Yue Jiedu, who took away her privileges.

After the marriage of Foyou and Shenyou was settled, the two martial arts both experienced a year or two in martial arts, first Yue Yun, then Wu Fu. God Bless didn’t know what this meant at first, and the sister didn’t seem to realize it either. However, this kind of “unconsciousness” soon became the fantasy of God blessing one person. She heard with her own ears how her sister secretly and tactfully listened to Yue Jiedu and her husband, listened to her father’s attitude, and witnessed her sister sitting next to her future husband, one of whom was rarely shy and honest and honest, the other was generous and generous. There are seven exquisite orifices hidden in it.

Good match, Shen Bless said, carefully paying attention to the look of her sister. The older sister embraced her and asked for a while if she wanted to see Wu Fu too, or write a letter like her older sister.

God blessed it.

She hates everything that needs to be in contact with others, and especially hates being touched by men, including daddy. The only thing she doesn’t hate is probably her sister. No one knows why, and no one thinks of caring about why. This is just a trivial quirk of the aloof Princess Zhao Song. God Bless did not know why she had to marry, nor did she know why she and her sister had a messy horse, even the young girls who walked and stumbled. She once heard her sister read to her the old book of Princess Taiping in the New Tang Book. She had never thought of gaining power and power like Taiping, but she really wanted to be able to borrow the name of Taoism to avoid marriage like Taiping—God Bless really wants to do potential work. Xiu’s layman.

It stands to reason that the things that Dad doesn’t like, as he gets older, fewer and fewer people go against his will. It’s just that after Daddy was surprised to get her affirmative “interested in Buddhism” answer, he only frowned when he looked at the scriptures on her desk. When my sister later remembered that she was inadvertently surprised that she was not afraid of her father being angry, God blessed her and answered with certainty, and I knew it would not.

My sister was holding Yue Yun’s letter in her hand, and she was shocked for a moment before she realized it, boasting that she was quite transparent.

Of course she is transparent. She knew that Dad wouldn’t care about this trivial matter, so she was just going to Zen to read one or two volumes of scripture, and she didn’t want to be a monk in a shocking manner. Just like in the future, as long as she is not violently marrying or divorcing, most of her dad will not care if she is in love with her husband and wife or if she has different dreams in the same bed. According to the words of the matchmaker, Princess Zhao Song and the generals are noble, and even the **** blessing today seems to be more fortunate. Now that her father’s authority is growing, she at least does not need to worry about being virtuous to death under the fault of famous officials and taxis like Princess Yongshou and Emperor Chongde. She only needs to marry, and spend a life of joy or sorrow without surprises like thousands of blindly married couples, and add to the overall situation of the world that he only cares about as his father wishes.

But she was just a little unwilling… not even unwilling, she could only be said to be bewildered and sad.

Wu Fu is not as good as Yue Yun’s literary and martial arts, nor is it comparable to Han Yanzhi (the eldest son of Yiyou Fuma, Han Shizhong). In contrast to his father’s Jizi Longwen, he is just like most ya inners, without How good, but not that bad. The accusations that have spread to the ears are not uncommon. Some people even say that this is the reason why the second princess has always been the most inconspicuous in front of the official family, and it is also a fate.

Everything is fate, the slightest involuntary, God bless you to recognize.

She had to admit that her elder sister really had a deep affection with the horse, and Yiyou was really an Enron with a white head and old age, and she was the only one who respected like a guest, like a guest of ice. There is nothing wrong with Wu Fu, but others have inherited his father’s smoothness and exquisiteness, and can’t understand the princess’s hidden and unconcealable resistance and indifference, let alone her years of tossing and turning, and loneliness and coldness. .

Shenyou didn’t know that Dad and the two empresses hadn’t seen it. In the past few years, only Cheng Ping’s mother (Queen Dowager Wei) had said it privately and semi-explicitly during the New Year’s Day. It’s not appropriate. Uncle Er must be used by the government. Of Gancheng.

At the New Year’s banquet, the crowds scrambled, and everyone in the room laughed at Yan Yan, but this sentence was like a blow, and directly and rudely knocked away what she did not want to admit-she was the one who was wrong, and it belonged to her for any reason. God Bless is in the warm hall, and beside her is the coward who is accustomed to her gloomy look, but the whole person is like standing alone on the white ground, ice and snow, and no one can rely on.

Those who know me say I’m worried, those who don’t know me say what I want. She subconsciously found her sister’s figure with her erratic gaze, until she didn’t know when her sister pulled her away from the table. Like when she was unbearably blue in the crowd when she was a child, her sister took her aimlessly along the empty path.

It was a long time before God Bless heard her sister’s voice, and she calmed her gently as before, “Is it because you have been wronged, just say it.”

God blessed to talk incoherently, talked about consorts, talked about brothers and sisters, talked about mothers and daughters, talked about fathers and mothers. She seemed to regain her sanity at the end of the talk, and then the words stopped abruptly, and she whispered for a long while: “I really can’t…I can’t do it, sister, I can’t do it.”

I can’t be like a princess who meets expectations, nor can I be like an ideal wife. I am searching for your figure in vain, trying to hide behind my sister as before, using my sister as my only shade.

But my sister and I have grown up. My sister has her own husband and will also have her own children.

God blessed her to speak again, and in the end she just hugged her sister as before, and sighed very lightly where she couldn’t see it.

…I can’t be willful anymore.

They didn’t know when they walked to the vicinity of Shiting, the sister’s favorite place, and the place where they used to be filled with officials and ministers was empty at this time. In the winter evening, the bleak red afterglow passed through the gray mulberry branches, scattered on the ground in bits and pieces. As night is approaching, the crooked bright moon in the distance rests on the eaves of the palace, mixed with the scattered lights of Ouchi, pervading the dark night, and the emptiness is stretched infinitely.

“God, the scenery here is not as good as that of Okakami’s thatched pavilion, but I love this place alone, do you know why?” the sister asked and answered generally, “because I can rely on my father not to care, no need You can come here with notifications and requests, and you can see from a distance how daddy and grandfathers are trying to flog the world. Others can’t, and Wu Niangniang and Pan Niangniang don’t dare.”

“—This is the most clearly I can feel that the official house is our father’s place. But just here, I don’t know how many times I have realized that I can never sit upright in that pavilion. I can’t, you can’t. , Yiyou is not good either. I am afraid that Dad will never know. I realized this idea because of Dad. But what about it?”

“Are there few things that are destined to be born in this world? Are there still few things that are unwilling and difficult to reconcile? I have heard with my own ears that people use secret thoughts to speculate on our aunts and sisters, UU reading www.uukanshu.com It is not worthy of sympathy to say that the noble daughters of Zhao Zhao enjoy all the glory and wealth, and Jingkang is not worthy of sympathy… But this is a fact, God bless, it is a footman who rests in the teahouse who said this, and his mother and sister were dedicated to the golden man by the Emperor Yuansheng So far, life and death are unclear… I am afraid I will die in nine years. How can I say this?!”

“God,” the omnipotent and graceful sister said helplessly, “however you have to live, you have to let yourself go.”

There is no suffering, no gain, no gain, no gain. In the end, God Bless really didn’t know whether to let him go, but he became more and more ecstatic in the Buddhist embroidery paintings.

The soldiers and horses under Daddy’s dragons and horses traveled all over the great rivers and mountains. For more than ten years, the foundation of the Han and Tang dynasties has been restored, and the life of Changping has come to an end. Shenyou is a princess, and she can’t help her to travel like ordinary scholars, so she has to read the archives. The murals that surprised her at Xiangguo Temple were copied on paper by her intact, and the picture of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival was lent from her father for several years, and when they were returned, they turned into two. It’s just that the new one is missing a lot of bridges, there are more mule carts on duty with flags to deliver meals, crowds screaming at the Cuju Field in Hanfangyuan, idlers wielding lottery tickets, and small states of different shapes.

He didn’t know how to paint, and just looking at her, she seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and she could hardly persuade her a few words, and let her leave her alone. The daddy, who is very popular in Chinese, is not as good as the look of the people near him. A bit more excited. Maybe she really let herself go. When she picked up the pen and signed the money, she didn’t dodge her father’s eyes for the first time, and smiled at her sister who was rubbing the ink between the pen.

One wish Zhao Song a thousand years old, and two wish his father Changjian. Three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, seeing each other year after year.

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