After a long time, Shenyou finally heard her sister's voice. She comforted her gently as before, "Is there anything you have been wronged about? Just tell me."
Shenyou spoke incoherently, talking about her husband, brothers and sisters, mother, and father. At the end, she seemed to come back to her senses, and stopped talking abruptly. After a while, she whispered, "I really can't... I can't do it, sister, I can't do it."
I can't be a princess who meets expectations, nor can I be an ideal wife. I am chasing you in vain, trying to hide behind my sister as I did before, with my sister as my only shelter.
But my sister and I have grown up. My sister has her own husband and will have her own children.
Shenyou wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end, he just hugged his sister as he did before and sighed very lightly where she couldn't see.
...I can't be willful anymore.
They had walked to the stone pavilion that her sister loved to go to the most without knowing when. The place where the prime ministers and ministers usually sat was now empty. The dim red afterglow of the winter evening passed through the gray mulberry branches and scattered on the ground. Night was approaching, and the crescent moon in the distance rested on the eaves of the palace, mixed with the twinkling lights everywhere in the palace, diffused in the dark night, and the emptiness was infinitely prolonged.
"God bless you, the scenery here is not as good as the thatched pavilion on the hill, but I love this place the most. Do you know why?" The elder sister answered her own question, "Because I can rely on my father not caring, I can come here without reporting or asking, and I can see from afar how my father and his husbands work hard to whip the world. Others can't do this, and neither Empress Wu nor Empress Pan dares."
"——This is where I can most clearly feel that the Guan family is our father. But it is also here that I realize countless times that I can never sit upright in that pavilion. I can't, you can't, and Yiyou can't. I'm afraid that father will never know that this idea is only realized because of father. But what does it matter?"
"Are there not enough things that are destined in this world? Are there not enough things that are hard to reconcile? I have personally heard people speculate about our aunts and sisters with sinister thoughts, saying that the noble ladies of Zhao enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and the Jingkang incident was not worthy of sympathy... But this is the fact, God bless, the person who said this is a porter who rests in a teahouse. His old mother and sisters were offered to the Jin people by Emperor Yuansheng, and their lives and deaths are still unknown... I am afraid they have escaped death. How can I explain this?!"
"God bless you," said the omnipotent, graceful and beautiful sister helplessly, "life must go on anyway, and you must let yourself go."
There is no suffering, no accumulation, no extinction, no path, no wisdom, and no gain, because there is nothing to gain. In the end, Shenyou really didn't know whether he had let himself go or not, but he became more and more indulgent and indulged himself in Buddhist embroidery and painting.
The troops under my father's banner have traveled all over the country. In more than ten years, the foundation of the Han and Tang dynasties has been restored, and the era of prosperity has arrived. Shenyou is a princess, so she can't travel around like ordinary scholars without mobilizing troops, so she can only read the scrolls and read the scriptures. The murals on Xiangguo Temple that once amazed her were copied on paper by her intact. The Qingming Shanghe Tu was borrowed from my father for several years, and when it was returned, it became two paintings. But the new one has fewer bridges, and more mule carts with flags and meals, people shouting and cheering on the Cuju field in Hanfang Garden, idlers waving lottery tickets, and envoys from small countries of various shapes.
The prince consort didn't know much about painting, and he just looked at her and gave her some advice, and then let her go. Her father, who was known for his literary talent, was not as excited as the ministers around him. Perhaps he really let her go, and when she picked up the pen to sign, she didn't dodge or evade her father's gaze for the first time, and smiled at her sister who was grinding ink for her in between writing.
I wish Zhao Song will live a thousand years, I wish my father will always be healthy. I wish we can see each other every year like the swallows on the beam.
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