Who Will Share the Glorious Years?

On the seventh day of the first lunar month in the 18th year of Shunzhi, Fulin died in Yangxin Hall. History is too indifferent, the original work is too decisive, and the film and television are too poignant. Too many regrets linger in my heart, and I always hope that God can give me more Give him a little time to truly enjoy the joy of youth and the beauty of youth. If he is not limited by history, if he can go further in the long journey of life, if those who have been imprisoned in the Forbidden City all their lives Everyone in the imperial city can have a good ending... So, I combined history, original works, film and television, and added my own ideas. Hence, this article was born. The story begins after Fulin got tonsured. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The early autumn sunshine seeped in little by little from outside the door. He stood by the door with his back to the light, his expression obscured by the shadow of the flowers. Concubine Zhen and Concubine Jing's hands were tightly clasped together, their joints turning slightly white from excessive exertion. They conveyed warmth and courage to each other, but they couldn't stop their tears. A pair of soft-soled dragon boots slowly approached in front of them. The coolness of autumn mixed with the faint aroma of ambergris hit them, and the two of them shed more tears. He bent down and held out his hand to them. With a slight movement, the two stood up unsteadily. I mustered up the courage to raise my eyes, but through the tears, I could still make out his gentle outline. Under the bright yellow tuanlong brocade robe, he still has a strong and slender figure. The confusion and sorrow were gone from his clear eyes, and now he was looking at them, filled with intoxicating warmth. The face that was still as gentle as jade showed the indifference and calmness far away from the world, and there was a smile at the corner of the mouth. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She remembered that this time last year, her sister taught her how to embroider handkerchiefs in Chengqian Palace. At that time, her hands and feet were thick, and after working for a long time, she could only embroider a crooked hibiscus. She was annoyed that she was clumsy, but her sister hid the veil in her arms, with a warm smile on her face, "Why are you frowning? This is my sister's treasure!" It seemed that on such a winter day, my sister was sitting on the couch reading a poem to her, "The chrysanthemums are sad and the orchids are weeping and the curtains are cold, and the swallows are flying away..." Suddenly, someone hugged my sister from behind and said, "The swallows are flying away... Isn't it us you are talking about?" My sister secretly blushed in his arms, "Your Majesty, don't make trouble, little Pearl is still here..." "Little Pearl... You are my little Pearl!" The emperor's hearty smile was like the sunshine breaking through the ice in winter. He picked up his sister by the waist, and the happiness of the two of them spread all over the floor.