The Woman Behind Kangxi: The Biography of Virtuous Concubine

Chapter 42
Xuanye left Yonghe Palace angrily, Xiao Maozi followed behind without daring to make a sound.

The more Xuan Ye thought about it, the more angry he became: one is like this, and the other two are still like this, there is no woman in the huge harem who makes him happy!First there was Oboi, and after Oboi was destroyed, Wu Sangui, the bastard, came again. He did not allow himself to feel at ease in the affairs of the world, such as water transportation, salt affairs, the Yellow River, floods, droughts, corruption, black officials, cliques, favoritism, and fraud. The tool, when will it be a head!How could he be enthroned as a young man, with great ambitions, to fall into the hands of these villains? Those Han people still call him a horse bandit and a dog every day!I have worked hard, thought carefully and diligently, stayed up every night until the time of Hai, and got up to listen to the government at Mao, it is ridiculous that people in the world are still insulting me everywhere!
Thinking of seeing a large potted plant of green cypress and longevity near Dehua porcelain, I lifted it up and threw it on the ground, with a loud crackling sound, it immediately shattered into five or six pieces.

Xiao Maozi turned pale with fright, for fear that the emperor would anger him for a while.

Kangxi dropped the flower pot and felt much calmer. He calmed down and suddenly heard a melodious singing, graceful and beautiful, but it was:
Husband is a beautiful woman, walking freely to worry about himself.The soul is lost but not reversed, the body is withered and lives alone.It is said that I go in the morning and come in the evening, eat and drink but forget people.The heart shifts without knowing why, and we are proud of each other and go on a blind date.

Yi Yuzhi is slow and stupid, but cherishes the joy of chastity.I would like to ask questions and advance myself, and get the jade voice of Shangjun.Looking forward to sincerity based on false words, I am looking forward to the Li Palace in the south of the city.If you repair thin tools and set up your own, you have never been willing to come here.The outline is unique and specialized, and the sky is drifting and windy.Going to the orchid platform and looking into the distance, the gods are in a daze, and they are promiscuous.Floating clouds are gloomy and dense, and the sky is quiet and cloudy during the day.Lei Yinyin sounded like the sound of the king's car.The wind returns and the boudoir rises, holding up the curtains and tents.The sweet-scented osmanthus trees meet each other, and they are fragrant and fierce.Peacocks gather and live together, Xuanyuan screams and sings.Emeralds come to gather with wings, and phoenixes fly from north to south.

Xuan Ye could understand that it was the "Ode to Nagato" that Empress Chen Ajiao of the Western Han Dynasty had asked for from the great scribe Sima Xiangru.Instead, she sang Chen Ajiao's full of depression and affectionate feelings with full charm. When listening to it in the dead of night, the words are more sad, and the voice is choking, and the feeling is extremely sad.

Xuanye was engrossed in listening to it for a while, Xiao Maozi saw that his expression was uncertain, although he didn't know the source of the lyrics, but he heard that the tune was known to be a sad and melodious sound, probably it was a work of palace grievances, and he was even more afraid that Kangxi's wrath would be difficult to protect himself, so he rushed to the One step later, he stopped loudly and said: "Bold, who dares to make a loud noise in the deep palace in the middle of the night?"

The singing stopped abruptly upon hearing the sound, with no trace to be found.For a while, everything was quiet, and no human voice was heard.

Kangxi waved his hand, and sighed to Xiao Maozi: "Hearing about it makes one feel sad. There are people in the deep palace who grieve like this. Who knows, there are many who will never meet."

"Go, let's go and have a look!" I was not afraid of the severe cold for a while, but I became interested in walking on the snow.

(End of this chapter)