Who Cares

After being choked by his wife, Emperor Sheng Yuan was speechless for a long time, and finally thought of the coaxing rhetoric. When he was about to continue speaking, the main hall arrived. This is the place where the important officials of the imperial court and the imperial family members kneel down and worship, and they are all powerful figures in Yanjing who come and go. Father Guan and Father Guan are sitting in the first row, holding manuscripts in their hands, and talking with Master Xuanguang. .

"Weichen has seen the emperor." Seeing that the emperor was walking in a tiger step, everyone quickly got up and saluted, and caught a glimpse of Mrs. Guan who was evading to the side, all showing a surprised expression.

"Is this the emperor?" Mr. Guan asked quickly.

"I want to personally write a memorial text for the emperor, but because of my lack of knowledge, I dare not mention a pen. I specifically ask Mrs. Guan to teach me. The madam's memorial text breaks the law of parallax, scattered and condensed. It seems that I have never learned the rhythm format. The layman is the easiest to master.” Shengyuan Emperor explained in a straightforward manner.

Mr. Guan suddenly realized, and agreed, "If you let the emperor write the Pian Fu, it is really embarrassing for you. The Weichen also discussed with Master Xuanguang. The sacrificial text was originally made in remembrance of the dead, with sincerity and sincerity in the first place, and no need to pay attention to form. Just sigh with emotion. Weichen and others are the most adept at strategy and theory. If they want to talk about situations and emotions, they are a bit inferior, and they dare not make random suggestions." Hualu looked at his granddaughter and whispered, "Yiyi, Haosheng instructs the emperor not to hide his own privates."

"How dare my granddaughter?" Guan Suyi hurriedly handed over, and finally bowed down to all the ministers in salute, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and graceful.

"Mrs. Guan is a good talent!" The ministers said, admiring again and again, watching the emperor walk away before they gathered together to talk again, and didn't think about anything else. However, Father Guan chased him down the corridor and looked for a long time, and saw that the emperor deliberately slowed down, and let his daughter stand side by side with him, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

When the two came to the apse, a few palace servants were carrying out the huge bathtub, and a servant added spices to the copper furnace, and the wisps of green smoke hovered up, exuding an elegant and pleasant fragrance.

"I was bathing and burning incense just now, and I hurried off immediately after receiving the news that the Queen Mother deliberately embarrassed you." The Emperor Sheng Yuan raised his hand, as if he wanted to lead his wife, but finally did not dare to make trouble, so he had to take her inside, please Take a guest seat.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping the minister's wife. The minister's wife is grateful." Guan Suyi's grievances were clear, and she thanked him immediately.

The two sat cross-legged on a thick blanket-covered futon, with a note in front of them, on which there were two sets of four treasures of the study. Perhaps because of the first empress dowager's ritual, Emperor Sheng Yuan's attitude was very solemn. Having been alone for such a long time, he had never done anything to go beyond the rules, and Guan Suyi's heart was slowly let go.

"Look, madam, this is the result of my writing for a quarter of an hour." He pointed to a piece of rice paper on the table, with only two lines on it, one of which was still obliterated and looked very messy.

"I sat there for a while, but I didn't know how to write. How can I write memorials if I don't even know what the emperor looks like?" His resolute face showed a trace of fragility, and he bowed his hands sincerely, "I beg you to teach me, Madam."

Guan Suyi was unable to guard against a heartbroken orphan who missed his deceased mother, let alone a student who humbly asked for advice. She took a look at the manuscript and pointed, "Although your Majesty has never been with the first mother and the queen, you cannot write the sacrificial text from her point of view, so that the world can appreciate her style through words, then change from another angle and start from yourself. Right? Every moment you miss her, she also misses you in the sky; every achievement you get is also her achievement; your greatness is her greatness; your nobleness is her nobleness, because you are her The continuation of life. So when I write about her, start with writing about you, and slowly bring in your thoughts about her, without having to consider whether the sentences are fluent, let alone whether the literary style is beautiful, and write down everything you can think of. The minister’s wife will polish your majesty a bit, and that’s it. If the first mother is alive in the sky, what she wants to listen to must be what you really want to tell her."

The Emperor Sheng Yuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized, "What the lady said is! I was just born, the emperor passed away. I have never been with her for half a day, and I have never seen her voice or smile. However, I know that she loves me no more than anything. My mother is young, no, maybe even heavier. Without her, there would be no me. When I was young, I saw a mother wolf nurturing a little wolf and the mother monkey hugged the little monkey. My heart would always be dull and painful, but I don’t know why. Until I met Sister Huang, I learned that I was a human being, not a beast, and I realized that that feeling is loss, pain, and yearning. From that day on, I thought that I would go out of the mountains and find my mother in the future. What is her character and what she looks like , Why do you want to abandon me? These obsessions bother me and inspire me. Why don't I conquer me to find her?"

His eye sockets were slightly red, and the star points of tears flickered in his eyes, but they never fell. One hand squeezed the rice paper, and the other hand clenched into a fist, pressing on the note with extreme restraint, making the wood difficult. The creak of a heavy load.

Guan Suyi couldn't bear it, and quickly changed the subject, "Your Majesty write, the words you just said are good. Let's not write the sacrificial text, rewrite the letter, and record everything you want to say to the queen mother, and burn it to her. After all these years, she is the only one who feels most at ease. She must be very happy to receive your message. No matter how many scriptures you read, no amount of sesame oil, you will not be as good as your intentions." The words fell in the inkstone. Some clear water, slowly rub the ink.

Emperor Sheng Yuan turned his face to look at her, his clenched fist suddenly loosened, and his distressed expression eased slightly, and he muttered, "Madam is really clever and ingenious. I racked my brains and sat down for a long time. A few words to mention. I will write to the emperor, and ask my wife to revise it for me after the draft is finished."

"Your majesty is absurd, the minister's wife must do her best." Guan Suyi polished the ink, chose a medium-thick sheep's hair, and handed it over.

Emperor Sheng Yuan took the pen and took a deep look at her before he began to write. At first, the writing was somewhat blocked, and gradually became smoother. The more you write, the more fluent the pen is flying, the thoughts are surging, and the emotion is out of control. Tears rolled down, smearing the handwriting; gritted teeth in grief and anger, and pierced the back of the paper; in the mourning place, it was speechless, and I could only abandon the pen, and then cover my face with my hand for a long time.

Guan Suyi didn't know if he was crying, but he knew that he was definitely not at peace at the moment, but he didn't urge, let alone comfort, and just sat quietly and waited.

Bai Fu couldn't stand it any longer, and his eyes were red, waiting to be comforted, but Mrs. Guan gave a stern look and had to go back.

After a quarter of an hour, Emperor Sheng Yuan finally put down his hands, his face was expressionless, he could not distinguish the joys and sorrows. Guan Suyi picked up the pen, re-dipped the ink, and whispered, "Go ahead."

Emperor Sheng Yuan didn’t say a word, but obediently accepted the pen, continued writing, and abandoned the pen several times in the middle, seemingly sorrowful, but he was picked up by his wife and stuffed it back into his hand. Repeatedly, after half an hour, finally Finished writing the sacrificial essay.

"Madam, my heart hurts so much." He hissed, clutching his chest.

Guan Suyi took out an embroidered handkerchief, stuffed it into his hand, and sighed, "Your Majesty, wipe away your tears. Your wife understands how you feel, and you can only let it go if you get through this experience."

Emperor Sheng Yuan clenched the cinnamon-rich handkerchief, but he was reluctant to wipe his tears. Somehow, he felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, and he never felt overwhelmed by the painful memories.

Guan Suyi took over the manuscript and read it slowly. Although he had already learned of his tragic experience, he was shocked when he learned more about it. Here there are purgatory, dragon blood and yellow; there are also father and son fratricidal, all betrayed relatives and separation; there are more tears bursting and suicide signs. If she hadn't seen this manuscript, she had always thought that Hunar was invincible just by looking at the appearance.

But how can there be people who are invincible? Step by step from the dust to the top, the suffering and injury suffered are often unimaginable for ordinary people.

Through the manuscript, her perception of Hunar was subverted once again. She pityed his painful experience, and admired his bravery and unyielding. He can have this day without luck. At the end, her cheeks had been wet with tears, and her mood could not be calmed for a long time.

Emperor Sheng Yuan hid the handkerchief presented by his wife in his arms, then took out his handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over, comforting, "Madam, don’t cry, everything is over. I have let go, can’t you let it go? ?"

Guan Suyi quickly raised her kerchief and wiped her face, and said in a dumb voice, "You wrote very well, very well, and it is far better than me." Then she stood up, walked to the opposite side of the note, and knelt down cautiously, "Your Majesty's The sacrificial essay is unparalleled in the world. If you are a minister, you don’t need to change a word. However, you are the emperor. This sacrificial essay is not only a sacrificial essay, but also an edict. Even many words must be hidden."

Emperor Sheng Yuan seemed to have expected it, and immediately bypassed the case to help his wife, and said softly, "You can change it whatever you want. My remarks are not only about myself, but also about the state, I understand."

Guan Suyi breathed a sigh of relief and comforted, "This manuscript is supposed to be written by your majesty to the mother in the name of the son, not to the queen mother in the name of the emperor. You will burn it to the court ladies after you copy it again. The first mother, the words she wanted to hear, had already been heard."

Emperor Sheng Yuan finally showed his first smile today, stretched out his hand to support his wife, and took her to the seat after asking her back to the case, with a respectful attitude, "Then Mrs. Lao will copy it again, and then modify and polish it."

Guan Suyi nodded and agreed, spreading out the rice paper and carefully transcribing it, writing that her eyes started to turn red again, her eyelashes with star-spotted teardrops, she looked very pitiful and lovely. Sheng Yuandi’s colic heart had already recovered as before, with one hand on the table and the other on his forehead, staring at his wife intently through the gap between his five fingers. I thought that recalling the past was the most painful moment, but because my wife was with me, I tasted a lot of sweetness after the pain.

If you have a wife to accompany you in your life, how happy is it? My mother is alive in the sky, so she will be happy for it too, right? She is so strong and brave, if she were still alive in the world, she would definitely like a daughter-in-law like his wife.