Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Fate and Fate

When a person falls into the abyss of emotion, all the scenery in his eyes will also have feelings.At that time, Nalan Rongruo raised his eyebrows to see Baiyun interceding, and lowered his head to smell the breeze expressing love.Flowers and plants are growing happily, birds are flying carefree, and everyone around us is living happily.But lovesickness always gives people happiness and sentimentality. They love each other, but they can't speak.One is Young Master Hou Men, and the other is just a cousin who depends on others. Qingmei feels that there is always a distance between her and Cousin Donglang.This distance makes her heartache all the time, she feels like an autumn lotus, although it can decorate other people's fleeting years, it will easily wither.

Rong Ruo only felt that Cousin Qingmei was indifferent to him, hot and cold, and every time he was with her, he didn't know how to express his inner feelings.He put all his thoughts and tenderness into his words and wrote a poem. It is the potter's wheel Jinjing, which is full of red and cold flowers.When they met suddenly, it was difficult to decide what was on their minds.Who saves, who saves, from now on the pattern of lamps and shadows. He read it quietly at night, and liked the brocade words and sentences in it, which are like flowers and beautiful couples, and the years seem to flow like water.How like them!The love he was looking forward to was to spend time with a gentle woman like Cousin Qingmei.In this garden with mountains and rivers, and another courtyard with lotus wind, they cleared their bottles and faced the moon, he wrote lyrics, and she played the piano.In this way, I will live my whole life in the peace of gentleness, wealth and honor, without being disturbed or disturbed, without any worries.

I can't forget that when he was seventeen years old, he entered the Imperial College to study. Qingmei carefully weaved a jade tassel for him and hung it around his waist, elegant and unique.That piece of jade is an emerald lock passed down by the Nalan family.Rong Ruo wanted to give it to Cousin Qingmei, saying that only she was worthy to open the lock of his heart for him, and lived in his heart from now on, warmly dependent on each other.Qing Mei understands that they live in the same garden, how can such a love object be accepted.She only quietly weaved jade tassels for him, hoping to accompany him silently.

I can't forget that when he was eighteen years old, he passed the Juren examination.In the garden of the Ming Palace, countless civil and military officials and sons of princes and princes came to express their congratulations. Nalan Rongruo circled among them, but he still couldn't find the figure of Qingmei's cousin.He left with an excuse, and when he came to Lvheyuan, he saw such a scene that moved him all his life.The afternoon sun is warm and lazy, the crape myrtle in the yard is blooming, and the butterflies are sleeping soundly in the flowers, and footsteps cannot wake them up.Qingmei is sitting on the beauty armchair, next to it is a small lotus pond, the fish in the water are playing freely, and the residual lotus is stretching out its bones.

Qingmei is wearing a green skirt, fresh and elegant, so quiet, so quiet that there is no place for a single plant in her world.She gently pulled up a Liuyun bun, and inserted a jade step obliquely.She lowered her eyebrows and embroidered flowers earnestly. At her feet, there was a snow-white cat lying intimately. Infected by her quietness, she was dozing happily.Rong Ruo was fascinated by her quiet beauty, and slowly walked up to her, only to see that she was holding a needle and thread in her jade-like hands, and on the silk silk, a single flower was blooming, regardless of her care.She smiled with satisfaction, her lips were soft like a white pear blossom.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Rong Ruo, secretly amazed in her heart.Cousin Donglang is so handsome today.The slender figure was dressed in a fine dress, like a bright crimson cloud, incomparably noble and eye-catching, this beautiful cloud fell beside her.He didn't ask her why she didn't go to the banquet, because he knew that such a noisy place would disturb her tranquility.She also didn't ask him why he came to this lonely green lotus garden, because she always knew that he likes the coolness behind the bustle.He told her all he wanted was to be in peace with her and watch the flounder in the water.She told him that she was really stupid. All these years, she embroidered and embroidered, but she could only embroider Tillian.

It seems that they haven't had time to love each other properly, and they haven't had time to spend time together before the flowers under the moonlight.Rong Ruo didn't have time to make a vow to her for three lifetimes, and didn't give her the happiness of boundless love.But before she could learn how to embroider a pair of mandarin ducks, or compare the eyes, she dropped the needle and thread in her hand.Many people, although predestined, have no part in the end.Obviously in love, but always miss it, you come and go, I go and you go back, it seems that they will never overlap.Like sunset and sunrise, like flowers blooming and withering, they are connected to each other, but they can never live and die together.

Unfortunately, Rong Ruo and his cousin, after all, became people who had nothing to do with each other.There are no three lives and three lives, not even one life.Inside the city wall where they lived, although the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the vegetation was verdant, there were also many chaotic people.I don't know who went to inform the secret, or they couldn't help showing their affection and ambiguity for each other.Their affair was discovered by Nalan Mingzhu and his wife, and they opposed it.Especially Rong Ruo's mother, she stubbornly believed that no matter how dignified a girl's appearance was, she could not accept a girl whose parents had died since childhood.Because Rongruo is the eldest son of the Mingzhu couple, his excellence and excellence make people look up to him, and he is the pride of the entire Nalan Manor.As a mother, Jue Luoshi cannot allow anyone or anything to threaten her son and bring him harm.

As the son of a powerful prime minister and a prodigy who is famous all over the capital, Nalan will definitely receive a marriage gift from the emperor. His future wife's identity and status are so noble that there is no doubt about it.This kind of finger marriage is unavoidable for any prince and prince, and it is not necessarily perfect.Manchus pay special attention to blood, they care about noble status, although they yearn for the harmony of Manchu and Han families, they still have prejudice against Han people in their bones.He is also particularly obsessed with the distinction between superior and inferior, even if they have the same blood, there will still be distinctions between noble and inferior.Therefore, their marriage cannot be decided by themselves.

Even the Son of Heaven can't just follow his own ideas, marry the woman he loves as his wife, and make him a queen and concubine.The love tragedy between Emperor Shunzhi and Concubine Dong E seems to be still in sight. It is said that Emperor Shunzhi became a monk because of his beloved woman and became attached to Buddha.Since ancient times, the marriages of many emperors and princes have become victims of politics. They are just pawns in the chess game of Jiangshan, at the mercy of the situation, and do not even have the right to choose black and white. No matter how hard Rong Ruo begged his parents, it was useless, they put away their usual pampering and doting, and became hard-hearted.They even issued an order not to allow Rong Ruo to meet her cousin Qing Mei again, and Rong Ruo would go on a hunger strike to resist, but they turned a blind eye.From then on, Rong Ruo could no longer hear the sound of the piano from Lvheyuan, and every night, he could only watch the cold moon to keep his heart cold.In his dream, he saw his cousin Qingmei, wearing a dress made of clouds, wading to his side.There were tears in the sad eyes, and there was an unspeakable sadness.After waking up from the dream, the phoenix trees fell, and the grass grew old.He was lying on the table in pain, so sad that he couldn't control himself.

What he was worried about finally happened.Rong Ruo learned from the close servant girl that Cousin Qingmei had been sent to the palace at the discretion of her parents to participate in the draft.And with her outstanding talent and appearance, she was chosen as the emperor's concubine.The flowers fall on the strings, the cold rhyme is silent, as if it was destined to end like this from the beginning.He and his cousin, childhood sweethearts, have been together day and night for ten years, but they can't match the emperor's plain eyes. This is the first time in his life that he has failed, and he has lost so thoroughly, so uselessly.He didn't even have a chance to compete, so he lost inexplicably - the most important love in his life.This is also the first time for him to truly understand the gap between the monarch and his subjects - the light of the moon can never match the sun.He was tired of being born in such a wealthy family, unable to control his own life.He longs to be an ordinary man, to live in a small fenced courtyard with his beloved woman, and watch the smoke of the four seasons quietly.In the clear light of the moon, he saw the peace and compassion he wanted. He closed the small window in his heart, trying to bury this love together with his own heart.This Mingfu garden that gave him a beautiful dream is no longer a paradise on earth. The heaven caught fire. All the flowers and plants were burned overnight, and all the creatures were burned to death. He was not sure how to make them resurrection.He wrote lyrics in grief, only words will not die, can accompany him, and will not be separated. The flowers are cold-eyed, and I feel sorry for the late spring.Know this life, know this life, see you! This is Nalan Rongruo, whose life is destined to blend with words.Words are medicine, which cannot heal his wound completely, but it can relieve pain.The writing was poisonous again, and after he took it, the deeper the poison became, the more difficult it was for him to extricate himself.Some dreams, thought to go far, but always by my side.He ran away in a hurry, but every night he woke up with tears streaming down his face.He had a premonition that he would never see his cousin Qingmei again in this life.Such a shallow fate is like a story that has not yet had time to be narrated, but it has left a deep imprint in my heart.