Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

I suppressed the throbbing in my heart and turned to look at the books already recorded on both sides of the bookshelf, but at a glance, there was no magic collection.

Fu Bajiu also seemed to hear the sound of looking at the book, saying, "What are you looking for?"

I looked back at him and said softly, "Teacher, do you remember when you brought a" Divine Effect Book "from Xichuan, the first time I came to Jixian Temple to order, Let me record that book. "

He was silent for a moment, as if thinking back, and after a while, said, "It seems that there is such a book."

At this moment, my heart has been half lost.

Even the existence of this book, he must think about it to determine, the content of that book, I'm afraid-

But no matter what, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I still can't give up, so I went to the desk and sat down on my knees, staring at him with a burning look: "Then, does the teacher remember the contents? —— "

What he felt like: "How, that book, are you useful?"

I bit my lower lip. "Hmm."

Fu Baji frowned slightly and didn't speak, but after a moment of silence, he sighed and said slowly, "Although I closed the book, I haven't read it, so when you come, you will Leave it to you to record. "

"..."

For a moment, the entire library was quiet.

I sat there quietly, without regret, nor did I cry, but just clenched my teeth and survived the sudden pain in my chest, the most painful moment.

In fact, I also know that good things are a lot, and that book is so old that it is not easy to find. I have never recorded it once, not to mention that Fu Bazhen is too old, and now I know that he even reads it. I haven't read it. In this case, I am completely hopeless about this book.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth hard, but still couldn't hold it, and the corners of my eyes were slightly red.

Fu Bazhen sat quietly opposite me, motionless. The bright eyes like the clear spring were also quiet. Obviously I knew he couldn't see anything, but at this moment, it seemed that everything was already known to him. Normally, he was silent for a while and said, "Are you taking it for any good?"

I nodded my head, but later he couldn't see it, and murmured "um".

"do not you remember?"

"Can't remember."

"Have you looked for it?"

"The teacher is here alone."

"..."

He sighed lightly.

After a while, he lifted his head, and those clear eyes looked at me calmly, again, as if determined, said gently, "Your blessing should not be so thin."

I smiled bitterly: "But I have never been easy."

"Probably, not enough practice."

He said lightly: "Maybe, when the fate comes, someone will remember it for you."

"..."

I froze for a moment, looking up at his expressionless face, his old face, and for a moment I didn't know if his words were comforting to me or what it meant, but it seemed that he did not intend to say more, but took it The book was blown carefully by the thirteen subjects and then carefully, then closed, and Capricorn stood up and put it on the shelf next to it.

Although he did everything carefully, when he put down the book and returned to God, his knee hit a corner of the desk case, and he almost fell down. I hurried to help him: "Teacher be careful! "

He stumbled stably, thought about it, and laughed again: "I'm old."

I looked up, looked at his white hair, swallowed the soreness in my chest, and barely smiled, "But the teacher is mentally as a teenager."

He also laughed: "Yeah, a century of life, fame and fortune, all eyes are empty, only the spirit is immortal."

"There are probably only a few of them who can do this under the sky."

"It's not a few."

As I said, while holding him slowly around the desk case, I heard him sigh and said, "None of these old students really understand."

I froze.

I immediately realized what he was going to say, hurriedly cut off his words, and reluctantly laughed, "So, we are students, and you are a teacher."

Fu Bajiu was slowly supported by me and sat down slowly, then said, "Are you particularly afraid of mentioning him?"

I lowered my head: "He has suffered enough."

"I know it," he sighed. "He went down to the south of the Yangtze River and went to Xichuan. He also made a trip to the sea, and probably experienced some hardships."

"Some are no longer misery." It's more like torture of fate.

"But this is the thing in this world, always returning one report at a time, what kind of cause, what result."

I looked at him in pain: "So, when he set fire to Xiandian in the first place, will he still experience such suffering in the future? As you said-must not die?"

He said lightly: "That's not what I said, it will be decided by heaven. I said, what kind of cause, what result."

I gritted my teeth: "If that's the case, he planted those causes for me, and I'm willing to bear that kind of result for him, even if he suffers from the flames of fire like this Jixian Temple ! "

Fu Bazhen was shocked, as if he wanted to lift his head to see me, but could not see anything. He shook his head: "You girl, is exactly like your mother."

This time, it shocked me.

My mother ...

In front of me, since entering Beijing, Fu Bashang almost never willing to mention her easily, and even if I inquired about Xichuan everywhere and found all the people at the time, the information obtained was not enough to piece together a true look of my mother, The man who was obviously my mother, who gave me body and life, suddenly became so illusory and so vague in front of my eyes, making me more and more uncertain about everything in front of me-but now, Fu Bazhen Actively raised her.

I suppressed my sudden heartbeat: "Teacher, remember her?"

He immediately smiled.

"What do you say?"

"So, what does the teacher remember her?"

"I can't remember what she did, her people ..." He groaned, then laughed: "Like you."

I could not help frowning.

It was hard to hear him actively mentioning my mother, but as soon as he turned his head, he began to play Tai Chi again, and this feeling made me more and more weak.

However, I do n’t want to miss the opportunity anymore. After all, fewer and fewer people know about mothers, even if some people know them, but as the years go by, they will gradually forget, and it ’s more likely that these mothers know The person who knows what she has done will slowly die away with the years.

I asked, "When the teacher saw her mother, was she when she married my father?"

He nodded calmly.

"Where was the teacher at that time? Is it Xishan College?"

"Yes."

"Teaching?"

"At that time, Chabeixing had not yet entered the academy, but there were many middle school students in the academy, more than now. Fortunately, Zhenyi has been taking care of me."

"Oh……"

He talked about the two students who are currently ranked first and third in Xishan College. I do n’t know why he suddenly mentioned this. In fact, when I was traveling to Xishan, I was too young, and there was nothing to the students in the college. In memory, I only dealt with Xiao Yusheng and Xiao Wusheng a few days ago. He said, I don't understand.

So I returned to my topic: "Did my dad ask the teacher to watch the ceremony?"

He nodded. "Of course it is."

"So, when did the teacher get to know his mother?"

Hearing me asking this, he was shocked a little, and I smiled calmly: "The teacher and my dad were friends, but it was my mother who often went to Xishan College afterwards, and it was my mother who helped the teacher to hold the scholarly conference. My mother was kicked out of the Yan family and lived at the foot of the Xishan Mountain. The teacher also kept the students sending things, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with my father. "

Hearing what I said, he seemed to be awakened: "Really."

"..."

With that said, she smiled: "Yes, your mother likes to come to the academy because she knows that I have hidden many ancient books."

I snapped: "These books?"

"Yes," he nodded. "She seems to be very concerned about these things. The Central Plains have experienced successive wars, many cultures have disappeared, and many people have fled to Xichuan in order to avoid disasters. Some of these ancient books they brought were in circulation. In the private sector, some academies will collect them specially. Madam allocated tens of thousands of silver money to the academy for this purpose. "

I asked, "Why does the mother care about this?"

Fu Bazhen smiled lightly: "Cangjie is well-informed and knows etiquette. Ordinary people who are rich in food and clothing may care about their own collection of books, but they will never care about the decline of culture. Your mother can think of this, why do you say?"

My heart burst.

I said, "Teacher means, mother, not an ordinary people?"

He smiled: "She is Mrs. Nishikawa, how could she be an ordinary person?"

...

No, no, this matter has nothing to do with Mrs. Nishikawa Yan's identity.

Even Xue Yan, who is also Mrs. Yan from Xichuan, is also a powerful figure. Even before she got married, she was not the daughter of ordinary people, but she never thought about it.

Thinking of this, I simply knelt beside his side and said calmly and solemnly: "Teacher, I went back to Xichuan once a few years ago and met many old people from the past."

He nodded, not surprised, and apparently already knew.

I went on to say, "I got it too, something that my mother left me back then."

"Oh? What did she leave for you?"

"..." I thought for a while, hiding the "map" without saying, "She left a jade card."

"..."

"Jesus card."

"..."

"It was almost the same as the gold medal for innocence when Nangong Lizhu was almost slaughtered by the Shen family in the Valley of the Refuge, but the one that my mother left me was a jade."

The light in the library is extremely dark. At this moment, the outside is more like a snowstorm. The humming north wind is blowing on the door with snow foam, and you can hear a knocking sound from the door, as if someone is stopping. He snored, but the sound was not loud in the wind, but in the library, which was so quiet that even the breathing and heartbeat of two people could hear it, it was particularly amazing.

As if someone kept asking.

I sat beside him, looking at the old man's familiar face, old silhouette, and pair of mirror-like eyes. At this moment, when the storm and snow stormed outside, he completely calmed down.

After being silent for a long time, he slowly said: "Jaspa jealous?"

"Yes."

"She, it's for you?"

"Yes, I've got it at Tiejia Qianzhuang."

He was silent for a while, then smiled as if to say, "Okay. What she left you, you got it, that's a good thing."

I frowned slightly: "But does the teacher have any opinion?"

"What's your opinion?"

"Jesus card."

Hearing me repeating these four words, Fu Bazhen slowly turned around, leaning on one leg, one hand on his knee, looking at me with a casual smile: "You Hope, what do you think of aging? "

"I……"

He laughed haha: "Actually, you want to know, who is your mother, right?"

"..."

Sure enough, although he was blind, he could see much better than many people in the world.

I have nowhere to look for answers to these questions, I can only come to him.

Fu Bazhen smiled, and then calmly said, "Stupid girl, you have already returned to Xichuan and went to the Iron House to pick up things. I'm afraid I also saw your second uncle, and even everyone who had a relationship with his wife. They didn't ask a truth from their mouths. Even they didn't know, how could old people know? "

"Why doesn't the teacher know?" I asked, "I think the teacher will be more visible than them."

He froze slightly, turning his head to me, and those invisible eyes flashed a little light: "You think so."

"Yes."

He heard my answer, remained silent for a while, and then smiled slightly.

Then I saw him reach out and rub his hands, holding the edge of the table in front of him, and slowly stood up.

I also hurried to stand up: "Teacher!"

He stood upright, nudged his sleeves lightly, and then shook his head and smiled: "Human, it is easiest to give up the problem, and some things are clearly in front of you, but often you have to ask for distance."

As soon as I heard it, I suddenly murmured, "What does the teacher mean?"

He faced me calmly: "You said, what your wife left you is a jade card."

"Yes."

"It's the same innocence gold medal that the former concubine gave out."

"Yes."

"That is to say, your mother has a relationship with the royal family!"

This sentence shocked me all.

Actually, I did n’t think about it, but I could n’t believe it. So, no matter how I thought about it, I did n’t dare to think about it here, but Fu Bayi said it as if he had a lot of weight and put this fact before me.

He said calmly: "Since your mother has a relationship with the royal family, there must be clues left by the royal family."

"..."

"Why don't you look for it?"

After speaking, he looked up and looked around slowly, this quiet library, the bookshelves around them were like waiters bowing their heads, waiting for the call quietly, and after he finished, he waved Sleeve, and slowly walked out.