Chapter 13 deep sigh

Yizhen is the seventh son of Emperor Daoguang and the younger brother of Emperor Xianfeng.In order to match the royal mystery, Yizhen is also very low-key, calling himself the layman of Tui Qian, the master of Tui Xing Zhai, and the master of Jiusi Hall.Retreating and thinking, introspecting every day.But there is no need to think nine times, think twice and think four times is almost enough. He has been missing one person all his life, his biological son Zai Tian—Emperor Guangxu. Looking forward to your son becoming a dragon, isn't your son happy to be an emperor?Of course I was not happy, because there was a queen mother above my son.An ambitious woman, a shrewd and capable woman, a cold-blooded woman, a woman who can push her son into the abyss at any time.

And as the emperor's father, what would the queen mother think of herself?Respect, that's superficial; jealousy, that's the root.Yizhen missed his son, worried about his situation, and also worried about his own situation. Now you should understand why you have to retreat, why you have to think, and think again and again. When it was confirmed that his son was the emperor, Yizhen kowtowed and cried, and fainted on the ground on the spot, unconscious.Part show, part fear. It's hard to be a man, and it's even harder to be the emperor's father. There is a large copper bowl in the living room of Prince Chun's Mansion, engraved with the motto written by Yizhen: when the moon is full, it will lose money, and when the water is full, it will overflow.Of course, I wrote it for others to read. Although I am the emperor's father, I have no ambitions, really.

Do not believe?Looking closer, there is water in the copper bowl, half a bowl of water. Yizhen is always careful and careful everywhere.He always gave up the rewards and the chance to be promoted to others. It was a real concession, without any hypocrisy.Cry if you can't let go, first fake cry, then real cry, the more you cry, the more sad you become.Cry for your son, cry for yourself.In the cry, he lived his life without any danger. Yizhen passed on all the melancholy, prudence, and fearfulness to Zaifeng without hesitation.Although there was no prior consent from Zaifeng, there was nothing he could do. As a son, he could only accept all the reservations.

But Cixi was very happy, Zaifeng was more honest and obedient than his father, these days, there are a lot of talents, but few are obedient.The joy is gratification, and the gratification is emotion.A woman's family has supported this country for almost half a century, she is too tired, and it is time to rest. Time is rushing like running water, and it accidentally flows to the Wushen year of the lunar calendar, where the north wind blows and the snowflakes float. Zaifeng worked in the military aircraft department for more than half a year, diligently; nothing major happened to the court.Seventy-three-year-old Cixi has nothing to do and wants to go out for a walk, step on the snow, and admire the plum blossoms.Life goes on all the time, no matter big or small, one must be good at finding and discovering beauty in life.

Empress Dowager Cixi always likes to go to the imperial garden when she has nothing to do. This year's snowy imperial garden is particularly beautiful.Empress Dowager Cixi liked to take pictures the most in her later years. She took the royal photographer, posed a few poses, and waved her scissors. She always showed a rare femininity in front of the camera, even though she was an old man over seventy years old.Women's love of beauty has nothing to do with age. As she grows older, she always likes to remember, and always likes to be nostalgic. Cixi often recalls the legend of this life.

She was just twenty-six years old that year, and she accomplished the dream of many people with every gesture, which should be impossible for everyone, and became the master of the empire.Of course, in addition to ability, there is also opportunity, a huge opportunity.Her man is the emperor, and she gave birth to the emperor's only little emperor, such an opportunity happens once in a hundred years. For half a century, she was the director of ZTE and also a gravedigger; she was a witness and a victim of iron and blood. The burden of history also weighed on this woman, and she left the capital twice in a hurry.Once with her husband and once with her nephew.Especially when I was sixty-five years old, almost seventy years old, I still had to endure hunger and hunger in the bitter wind and rain.There is no way, the fate of the country determines the fate.

After she came back, she wanted to revive her ancestors' ambitions, including the New Deal and constitutional law, but she still couldn't figure it out. She felt that she had done enough, that she had worried enough.After all, a person can't support this day, even if he can support it, he won't last long, so let's enjoy it when it's time to enjoy it.She doesn't even want to do practical things anymore, will the people below still do it? She lacks nothing, yet lacks everything.love?Husband died early; family affection?The son left prematurely.A woman who lost love and family affection prematurely, is she truly strong?

What she cares most about in her life is to listen to politics behind the curtain.There was a curtain and a play, through the curtain, she saw everyone vaguely and was wary of everyone.One curtain and one dream, through the curtain, she will never know when the dream will wake up and when the dream will disappear.So she has been acting and dreaming all her life. Many people disliked her, hated her and even cursed her, but no one was not afraid of her; many people hoped that she would die early and go to hell, but they didn't consider what would happen to the Qing Dynasty if she was gone.

Old people are obsessed with the past, young people like to look forward to the future.But the young male master in the deep palace——Emperor Guangxu never looked forward to the future, let alone draw up any long-term social development plan, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.He was not a wise emperor as many people expected, he was just an ordinary man who was timid, slightly childish, and a bit irritable. The powerful queen mother did not allow him to be the master of the slightest bit, did not allow him to talk more, and did not allow him to move more.He is just a puppet, a puppet raised and raised in the deep palace.

He has no thoughts, no ideals, let alone happiness.There was a time when there was a little ideal, a little passion ignited, but it disappeared in an instant.There was a time when there was such a little bit of happiness, and the vows of eternal love with the beloved woman were finally cut off by the ruthless well water.In this world, he has no family affection.His biological parents don't see each other several times a year, they kowtow whenever they meet, and his brothers also respect him at a respectful distance. When the vigorous political reform dissipated, the poor man could only spend the rest of his life doing pranks and chatting to pass the lonely time.Passing the ugly queen's room, he would deliberately make the little eunuch stomp his feet and make the bulldog piss on the door curtain.He is very good at torturing people, the palace has just installed electric lights, and sometimes he calls to turn on, and sometimes to turn off, but in fact he is torturing himself.Few people care about him, few people care about him, and few people care about him.The queen mother ignored him, the queen ignored him, the ministers ignored him, only a few young eunuchs took pity on him and talked to him.

When ministers meet, they always talk to the Queen Mother first.When it was over, the queen mother turned her head and asked: "What else does the emperor have to say?" He always shook his head.In fact, I no longer listen to it at all, and it is useless to listen to it.He's used to nodding or shaking his head. He became more and more irritable.An old court lady recalled: "He is irritable and moody, and his eunuchs dare not get close to him. He often stays up at night and gets up in the middle of the night to review the memorial. He scribbled on the wall, killing this and killing that.But who can he kill?I can't even protect myself. The lively deep palace belongs to the queen mother; the lonely deep palace is reserved for oneself. A woman who has been in the deep palace for a long time is either a shrew or a bitter woman; a man who has been in the deep palace for a long time is either a beast or a sick cat.Of course Guangxu couldn't be a wild beast, he was a sick cat, a really timid sick cat, and when he heard the sound of thunder, he was so scared that he hid in the eunuch's arms. Guangxu was weak and sick since he was a child, and his personality was irritable and irritable, which caused comprehensive male dysfunction, night sweats, nocturnal emission, kidney deficiency, coupled with depression, and serious illness would happen sooner or later. Finally, he fell ill, very ill, and invited many famous doctors, but he would not answer any questions.A famous doctor came from Jiangnan and wrote a medical prescription, but he criticized beside him: "The famous doctor's tricks are nothing more than that, hateful and hateful!" Maybe, he has lost interest in life; maybe, he has been looking forward to the day of liberation. Zaifeng came to see his eldest brother, one was lying on the bed and the other was sitting on a chair.I have nothing to say, and I don't know what to say.Suddenly, Zaifeng saw sparks of light in the elder brother's eyes, which were tears.This is the first time I saw my eldest brother's tears, and maybe the last time.Zaifeng felt sore, said goodbye, and sighed softly: Hurry up! The next day, the poor elder brother left, leaving the deep palace forever. He gave his entire life to Shen Gong, and Shen Gong returned with a long sigh.Come from loneliness, walk in loneliness, in another world, may this poor man no longer be lonely. I also sighed, poor man, you shouldn't be emperor at all. Amidst the sighs, one emperor left, and another emperor came. That's not the deep palace's sigh, it's been a long time ago; it's not my sigh, it's just been sighed; it's Zaifeng's sigh, the hard-fated elder brother has just left, and the miserable son is here again.