"Tell me about you and her. I heard you call her Azhi."
"Yes." Xing'er looked gentle, "Her name before entering the palace was Fengzhi, Lin Fengzhi."
"This name suits her."
"She and I have a musical affinity. She likes to read Legalist works, so I lend them to her and comment on them together. She likes regular script, so I teach her to write warm scripts. She likes to play the piano, so I listen to her play, and occasionally sing with the flute. She likes frangipani, so I wait for her under the flower tree."
The person in front of me looked a little angry.
Xing You said peacefully: "These are memories between me and her, but I am a person from the past. You and her will still have many, many memories, so the emperor does not need to worry about it."
It was the seventh day of March in the fourteenth year of Qianlong's reign, sixteen years after Xing Ni's death.
The sun was bright and the grass was green that spring, just like the spring when they met.
The old tree in the suburbs sprouts new buds.
...
I want to go back to that suburb, that flower tree, that pavilion, look at the fallen flowers, the stream, listen to the wind blowing, watch the pine forest roar... See that young man again, and renew our relationship with him.
Philosophy: After Yongzheng usurped the throne, old and new aristocratic women entered the palace one after another. However, the death of a palace concubine represents the fall of a family. When the four major families are destroyed, the Nian clan collapses instantly, and foreign tribes invade, what will happen to the Qing court?