Chapter 17 Chapter 1 Wife Passes Away
In fact, every man has a lofty ambition in his heart.Those who are willing to be an ordinary grass have a good psychological quality and can accept the fate of being unknown because they have gone through a complicated process over the years.In the affairs of the world, only when you pass through can you be calm, if you have loved, you will be indifferent, and if you have owned, you will have no regrets.Before that, no one could be calm and calm.
Nalan Rongruo, who is in full bloom, also thought about joining the army, and the gold and iron horses roamed the battlefield, interpreting a tragic story of yellow sand and green blood.But all his dreams were shattered when Kangxi arranged for him the position of guard.The vastness is like bubbles on the smoky water, and when a ray of breeze blows by, you can't see anything.Even though Nalan was reluctant in every possible way, he did his best to be by Kangxi's side, abided by the rules, and never meddled in the affairs of the court.
In fact, Rong Ruo was full of admiration for this young emperor who captured Oboi wisely at the age of sixteen and decisively cut down the feudal clan at the age of nineteen.Nalan was overwhelmed by Kangxi's broad mind, broad vision, his diligence in political affairs, and his wisdom and determination in dealing with affairs.Perhaps it was because Kangxi was too good, so what he saw in Nalan was something he never had.Seeing his sad and gorgeous poems, and his feelings like lotus and jade, but ignoring that he also has the great ambition to make contributions and benefit the world.
In the battlefield of war and smoke, listening to the drums and horns contending, looking at the shadows of swords and swords, watching so many flesh and blood bodies fall beside him, Nalan Rongruo's warm heart is also full of enthusiasm. The desolate meaning of dry bones.History is a picture scroll stained with blood, which has been turned over page by page by hasty time. Under the weeds, there are dense bones, and above the flowing water, blood flows into a river.Those emperors' long-term hegemony, those generals' success and fame were built by stepping on the bones of thousands of soldiers.History is in the past, but the war has never ended. Generation after generation, the country has been won on the battlefield of gunpowder.
However, not all battlefields are full of gunpowder, and not all heroes have to bleed.When the world is peaceful, officialdom, shopping malls, and love are battlefields without gunpowder, but there are also swords fighting, killing people invisible, without blood.How many people harm others for their own benefit, as if they can only succeed in the struggle between you and me.The days without wind and rain have nothing to do with the seasons, the life without love and hate has nothing to do with the years, and the war without victory and defeat has nothing to do with history.
After several months of fighting career, what shocked Nalan was that the fresh faces were replaced by desolate and lonely tombs.How many heroic souls could not return to their hometown and were buried in the wilderness, some of them did not even leave their names.In the face of death, Nalan was so pale, he thought he could hold a sword and ignore the bloody storm.He was wrong, his sympathetic and weak personality was destined to fail to achieve great things.If Nalan wanted to step on the bones of the people in the world just for his own success, he absolutely couldn't do it.After several rounds of enlightenment, he seemed to understand why Kangxi didn't reuse him, but only gave him a job as an imperial guard.
Although Nalan has the heart of self-cultivation, Qi family and peace of the world, he often has the tendency of "thinking of mountains, fish and birds" to be born in the world.Although he is well-read and talented, he edited books such as "Tongzhitang Jingjie" and "Lushuiting Miscellaneous Knowledge", and has the grand ambition of a literati, but he lacks the courage and strategy of a statesman.Although he is proficient in riding and archery, he is very good at horseback riding, and has the lofty sentiments of a hot-blooded man, but his temperament is weak, and he cannot underestimate the tragic death.The unwillingness, grievance and depression in the past are too insignificant in the face of death.The emotion that Nalan couldn't dispel in his heart, the sadness that couldn't be expressed clearly in words, could only be entrusted to Ci Zhang.Words can clarify the mind and visibility, and can express Nalan's thoughts and emotions.
The ancient garrison hunger and black set, and the wild pheasants flew in the deserted city.When the ashes are left in the fire, try to see the hero's green blood full of dragons.
The westerly wind suddenly blows up and is cold, and the frightened geese avoid moving camp.Thousands of miles away, the clouds are flat, and Hugh looks back at the long pavilion and the short pavilion.
Although the war was fierce, it didn't last long, it was as short as a thrilling dream.But for Nalan, it was really a long time, because the time when his beloved wife was due to give birth was getting closer.In fact, Kangxi just gave Nalan a chance to exercise, adding a bit of flair and tidbits to his ordinary life.Although Nalan's heart was sunk in the coldness of the war, half of it was tied to his beloved wife and the fetus in her womb.
Knowing that he is doomed not to be an upright hero, he might as well retreat as soon as possible, and go back to be his bodyguard, a pawn under the emperor's hands, and be that "Bi Mawen".In free time, spending time with my beloved wife in the garden of Mingfu, laughing and playing with children, being a man in the world, enjoying the happiness of fireworks, isn’t it a perfect life?
Such a beautiful dream dilutes the shadow of those heavy deaths in Nalan's heart.He rode his horse back, only to return to the capital earlier, because he made an oath to guard Yimei and wait for the birth of the child together.What he promised, he will definitely do, because he is Nalan Rongruo, a man who values promises and love.Such rushing with the stars and the moon, like a lone goose rushing to a feast of flowers in the torrent of smoke.He is willing to fly to the net of dust for love, that is not his final destination, but there is someone his soul and dreams are tied to.He told himself that from now on, he would use all his emotions to build a wall of happiness for them brick by brick.In the vague years, he has been asking about the meaning of life, but now he is no longer confused, and only gives his heart to love.
Nalan thought that he would be the protagonist in the feast, but unexpectedly, he became the absent person.When he rushed to Mingfu Garden, he went straight to his beloved wife before he could wash off the dust all over his body.The servants at home were in a hurry, and Nalan Mingzhu and his wife were also in a hurry and helpless.Yimei had dystocia, and it has been three days and three nights, even the imperial doctor from the palace was invited, but there was nothing she could do.To Nalan, this news was like a river breaking its embankment, completely submerging him from head to toe, from inside to outside.The medical officer shook his head and said to Nalan: "I'm sorry, I have tried my best and finally saved the child. Buy time and say goodbye to Madam."
Rong Ruo held his beloved wife's hand, saw her pale face, weak breath, sobbing with grief.It was the first time Yimei saw Rong Ruo shed tears for her, like a child who has made a mistake, lost in thought, hiding her face and crying.She wiped away the tears for him, smiled weakly, wanted to say something, thousands of words, she understood, Rong Ruo understood them all.There was a tacit understanding between them in the past, but at this moment, it seems that each other's hearts are as clear as water, without any words, without any explanation, they understand.
She really believed in fate, and the compassionate Buddha gave her a gentle man and gave her three years of happiness.Now, it's time to face fate, and it's time to repay the debt. She has no regrets.She has no regrets, what she left for Rong Ruo is not only their flesh and blood, but also some shallow memories and a little warmth, this is really enough.Rong Ruo hugged her tightly, feeling that her life was disappearing little by little.This woman, who appeared when he was most vulnerable, accompanied him all the way, never shed a single tear in front of him, and gave him smiles and warmth all the time, until death.But he couldn't give her more favors.
She was called away by the sound of Du Yu, and the moment she closed her eyes, she was still smiling like a flower, but she was so pale and powerless.She gave back all the love in the world, she couldn't give up, she couldn't give up, she couldn't give up Rong Ruo, she couldn't give up that little baby.Reluctantly urged by the god of death, her departure was just the end of a flowery affair, and such a death was pure.In her whole life, she devoted herself to Rong Ruo with affection, and the beginning of affection would often end in tragedy.She knew that the man she loved would write the lyrics for her.In this life, she loves Nalan Ci the most.
Tears and pharynx are more silent, stop regretting the past.Relying on pictures to re-examine knowledge.Yingying was so sad that she couldn't draw.
The green shirt is wet all over, comfort me with comfort, and forget each other after forbearance.
His life seemed destined to be incomplete.God always gave him good hopes, but limited the time, and every time he was so rushed that he was caught off guard.A piece of sadness cannot be painted, Nalan's heart is already fragmented, and neither the wonderful brushstrokes nor the fine lines of brocade poems can express his heartache at this moment.Even if the broken heart is pieced together, can it still be complete as before?Even if he fights back to the previous appearance, the mottled scars will remind him day and night that there was once an unforgettable love, which cannot be forgotten.