Chapter 2 Chapter One

More than three hundred years, such a distant age, is enough to turn the sea into mulberry fields.And how short it is, like the fire of time, the distance that flickers and extinguishes.The time and space of history are turbulent, and the once prominent and glorious Qing Dynasty is nothing but a dream in the annals of spring and autumn.How many emperors and generals who flourished for a while are just a meteor that flashed in the sky of the Qing Dynasty, and the fleeting brilliance disappeared in an instant. The once magnificent Forbidden City is now an empty city, with passers-by passing by during the day, but shadows of the dead wandering around at night.The emperor who once dominated the world can only rule the world in his own exclusive sky.Generation after generation of civil and military officials, harem concubines and eunuchs and maids are even more insignificant as dust.But we can still smell their faint breath in the empty imperial city, and feel their remaining warmth on the white jade railing.What the Qing Dynasty left us is a profound loneliness, a noble loneliness.

Time is still there, we are the ones who are flying by.Pushing open the heavy door closed by the Qing Dynasty, the dusty memory is like a glacier breaking, rushing in the river of history.Retired behind the curtain of time are the stories of countless romantic kings, gold and iron horses, and their pursuit of the Central Plains;There is such a person, with his incomparable talent and sentimental character, he plucked the ice string of cold rhyme in the Qing Dynasty, and played a song that was unparalleled in the world during the prosperous age of Kangxi. Him, Nalan Rongruo.On January 19, 1655, a snowy twelfth lunar month, he was born in Beijing.Such a young life was born with a noble golden crown, because the blood of the Nalan family flowed through his body.The Nalan family, a family of prosperity and nobility, illustrious and prestige.He is like a moon surrounded by twinkling stars, with a bright halo, dazzling and noble.Such a smooth and moist natural beautiful jade without carving, hanging in Nalan Pearl's splendid mansion, is not only the icing on the cake, but also adds an elegant charm to the luxury.

Rong Ruo's father was Nalan Mingzhu, the prime minister of the Kangxi period who was in power, and he was honored as "Xiangguo".The mother thinks that Luo Shi is the fifth daughter of Prince Azig, Yipin's wife.His family, the Nalan family, belongs to the Zhenghuang Banner, and was one of the eight most prominent surnames of the Manchus in the early Qing Dynasty, which is called the "Yeh Naala family" by later generations.Nalan Rongruo's great-grandfather was Jintaishi, the leader of the Jurchen Yehe tribe.Jintaishi's younger sister, Meng Gu, married Nurhachi as his concubine and gave birth to the prince Huang Taiji.The entire Nalan family has an inseparable and inseparable relationship with the royal family.

Rongruo is the eldest son of Nalan Mingzhu. Mingzhu regards him as a treasure and named him Nalan Chengde. Because he avoided the taboo of the crown prince Yinfeng (nickname Baocheng), he changed his name to Xingde. , and has a nice baby name, Donglang.Such a person who is called a legend by later generations, a talented and personable wit, and a peerless love that has fascinated countless beauties, must have had an extraordinary story when he was born.He is a golden lotus in front of the Buddha, who exchanged the fruit of thousands of years of cultivation for a love in the world. But he was born in the twelfth lunar month, and he is like a winter plum, guarding a world of ice and snow amidst the extreme splendor.He is not a confidante, but he is peerless and independent among the beauties and red flowers, alluring the city and the country.We can almost see that the plum blossoms in all the courtyards in Nalan Mansion were blooming proudly in the flying snow that day.As if to disperse all the fragrance of life, just for him Nalan Rongruo.So far, we have read his "Drinking Water Ci", and we can still smell the fragrance that has been immersed for a hundred years, slowly wafting out of the book, and the fragrance is refreshing.

He is not a king, but he is alone noble among the civil and military officials covered like a cloud, and he is honored and favored.It is not difficult for us to imagine what a grand event it was when Nalan Mingzhu, the prime minister of the dynasty, was happy with his precious son.On the night of the full moon, the bright red palace lanterns in Nalan Mansion replaced the brilliance of the Forbidden City.Court officials gather here, cars outside the mansion are like running water, horses are like dragons, and even the imperial chariot of the Qing emperor comes.That night, the fireworks in Beijing city bloomed for him alone, burning so recklessly and brilliantly.Countless people who watch fireworks with joy do not know that what that little child likes is not the blazing heat of burning, but the coolness of the fireworks.

This is Nalan, he would rather be a plum blossom than compete with a hundred flowers, even though he has the capital to look down upon all things.He would rather enjoy the coolness of fireworks alone than the brilliance of burning, although he cannot avoid the inevitable process.Life is originally speechless, and these unprovoked reasons and recorded footprints are the foreshadowing of fate for the future.Each of us came into the world ignorantly and ignorantly, with no choice between noble or humble origins.Maybe we all have to fulfill the covenant of the previous life and take care of our own life according to the rules arranged by destiny.

Although the God of Destiny can predict life and death and divination the future, it can't stop the sloppy grass in the sun, and can't stop the ups and downs of the long mountains and rivers.Although the ending may not be changed, the process has been added or subtracted, or even changed beyond recognition.Just like Nalan's short and gorgeous life, who can be sure that he hasn't changed anything quietly.As for the result, even a Huanghuang dynasty cannot reverse the established result, let alone a weak person. Little Rong Ruo, in her infancy, didn't know the honor and disgrace of rich and poor.She is served by a large group of nuns every day, and is doted on by Ama and Erniang.Nalan Mingzhu held the pink baby in his hands, looked at his extraordinary appearance, he knew that this child would not only inherit his noble blood, but also inherit his title, glory, and everything in the future.Mingzhu neglected that a child who is born with an extraordinary life will definitely have an extraordinary life, but the so-called extraordinary does not necessarily mean sweeping the wind and clouds and sweeping through the ages.And he himself later took advantage of the emperor's favor to monopolize the government, greedy for money and bribes, sold officials to sell titles, and was even impeached.

The so-called water overflows when it is full, and when the moon is full, it loses.The confusion of the world and the mystery of fate cannot be predicted by an ordinary person.Just as the dragon bed of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty was still warm, King Li Chuang had broken into the city and sat on the dragon chair amidst the heat wave.Before Chen Yuanyuan even had time to dance a neon dress and feather coat for King Li Chuang, the warriors of the Eight Banners rushed like quicksand, sweeping away Li Zicheng's dream of being an emperor.However, the Qing Dynasty, which was very prosperous for a while, was finally broken into by the British and French allied forces. Just a single flame burned this huge country to pieces.For several years in the Spring and Autumn Period, chaotic clouds fly across, time does not have a pair of eyes that hate the sky, but its heart is as clear as a mirror.After the sunset, you will see the stars, and the bright moon wears a shining halo, but it will still be taken off by the dawn.

Nalan's life was politically stable, but he had to bear another kind of burden for his life, that is, love.Although we can't predict the future, there is a definite number in the dark that will lead you to go on.When Rong Ruo was one year old, Mingzhu arranged a grand weekly banquet for him.This folk custom that has been followed for countless years from ancient times to the present vaguely hints at the fate of a person's life. Rong Ruo, who is one year old, can already walk a few staggering steps.When his clear eyes saw the dazzling array of objects in front of him, a look of novelty and joy appeared on his innocent face.It seems that his life does not need to go through many choices. At only one year old, he may understand what he belongs to in his life and know how to plant poetic feelings in his young heart.Among the many items, he grabbed the pearl hairpin with one hand and the writing brush with the other, and never put it down again, turning a blind eye to the rest of the items.

With one hand emotion and the other hand knowledge, Nalan Mingzhu doesn't know whether to be happy or worried about this ending.The joy is that he holds a brush in his hand, so he must be talented and intelligent, and he will be knowledgeable and make a difference in the future.What's worrying is that he is holding a pearl hairpin in his hand, he is not a lecher, but also a lover.No matter how much ambition and ambition since ancient times, it can't be worth a smile from a beauty. I'm afraid he will fall into a sea of ​​love and ruin his pursuit. Catch Zhou, a plausible game, can this game really determine Nalan's life?It is not uncommon for a son who was born in a noble family to like poetry, wine and beauties.When he came to the world, he had a mission after all. A person's mission may not necessarily be to accomplish great things, gallop the battlefield, and calm the rivers and rivers.Coming for a relationship, a story, and a collection of words, even if it is only to fulfill a promise and repay a debt, it is also a mission.

What is Nalan Rongruo's mission, we can only follow the deep and shallow veins of his life in his just beginning life, and pursue it all the way.Outside the window, that branch of winter plum in the wind and snow quietly revealed its fragrance, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it only gave us an elegant and mysterious smile.