Shenyou doesn't remember anything that happened before he was four or five years old.
She was not as doted on by her father as her younger sister Yiyou, nor was she as smart and generous as her elder sister Foyou. When she was first brought back from the north, the doctor said that she was dazed and shivering because she was too frightened. This was also what her elder sister told her later. After she finished speaking, her elder sister asked her: "-How much do you remember about what happened back then?"
Shenyou was copying the Heart Sutra and looked over blankly when he heard this.
"It's just..." Foyou paused, his voice inadvertently becoming softer, "What happened during the years when I was captured by the Jin Kingdom."
Shenyou shook her head, but the tip of the brush was dipped in ink. As she shook it, a drop of thick stain appeared on the paper.
She didn't remember, but she always seemed to dream about it. When she woke up, her pillow was covered with sweat and tears, but she couldn't remember anything. When she thought about it, she had a splitting headache and trembled all over.
Her sister told her about the North Country, very carefully and slowly. Shenyou felt like she was listening to someone else's story, and it couldn't evoke her memory. Fu Mu advised her that this was not a good thing, so why should the princess keep thinking about it. She was a little stubborn, but she didn't refute it, just looked at Fu Mu coldly.
Everyone said that Princess Shenyou's eyes were always extremely cold and deep, which was frightening.
She didn't know when or where this comment came from, nor did she know why it gave others this feeling. In Shenyou's heart, the only person who could be called "close" was her elder sister, and only her elder sister could draw the opposite conclusion - cowardice. In her memory, her elder sister always pulled her, pulled her to find her father, pulled her to have fun with her mother and the ladies, pulled her out of the palace to have fun, pulled her to amuse her younger brothers and sisters, and pulled her through one long dark night after another. She slowly fell asleep accompanied by the gentle sound of her elder sister reading, and the last memory before dreaming was the warm touch of her palm.
Shenyou sometimes feels that her father is a sister and her mother is also a sister.
Her mother died in the Jin Dynasty, leaving her with no memory of her voice, appearance or smile. Where is her father? Her father is the emperor.
What is a king and father? One word can decide life and death, one line can determine the fate of the world. Shenyou learned to read and write, and every word and line in the book told her: The king's heart is the will of heaven, and the king's order cannot be violated. The book also told her: A king is a boat carried by water. But she is just a small drop of dew, how can dew overturn a big boat. So her father liked his children to read and understand, so she read poetry and history with her sister. Her father never mentioned the lost empresses in the north, so she did not show her curiosity about her biological mother in front of her father. Her father thought that the eldest son of Wu Jiedu was a good trust, so she married Wu Fu.
——But in fact, it is not like that, she is not happy with it.
Shenyou doesn't like reading, she really doesn't like it. Sometimes she really admires her sister and Empress Wu - her sister can never put down the book, and Empress Wu can still read a lot even if she doesn't like it. Once she heard her sister talking to Empress Wu about the metaphors of Buddhism and Taoism in Journey to the West, Shenyou subconsciously turned her head and looked at Empress Pan. At that moment, she found that she and Empress Pan had the same subtle mood.
Compared to reading, she likes embroidery and painting. Her elder sister teased her, saying that her painting skills were all traced out. She didn't know whether to refute this, and finally remained silent as usual. When her father took her and her elder sister to Xiangguo Temple for the first time, she was amazed by the buildings, people and animals on the wall that seemed to be alive. It was an ethereal and mysterious magnificence that was not possessed by the dilapidated and familiar palace. After returning, she carefully traced the murals on paper and then embroidered them into a table screen. However, this immature but exquisite table screen and painting did not bring her any praise. Of course, the only people who saw it were Fu's mother and elder sister.
Mother Fu frowned, her face showing respect mixed with disapproval: "The emperor doesn't like gods and Buddhas, how can the princess..."
She didn't finish her words. With a "bang", Shenyou turned around and saw the thick "Selected Works" in her sister's hand thrown to the ground, but he didn't show any anger. He just stared at her gently and asked, "Did I scare you?"
Shenyou shook her head, turned around and opened her arms to her sister, and finally landed in a familiar, warm embrace. She buried her head in her sister's neck and saw Fum bowing and respectfully retreating on the clear glass. Finally, she stared at her reflection, her eyes slightly bent, with a little bit of smug satisfaction.
——This year is the fifth year of Jianyan.
In the fifth year of Jianyan, her younger sister Yiyou was not even a year old yet, but her elder sister had already been promised out by her father. In the seventh year of Jianyan, she also had a prince consort.
Shenyou has never thought about being a consort or getting married. She was once anxious about the birth of her younger sister Yiyou. She is her elder sister's younger sister, and Yiyou is also her elder sister's younger sister. Daddy likes her younger sister so much, Shenyou doesn't care, but she doesn't know if her elder sister will like Yiyou as much as Daddy does.
She and her elder sister were raised in the palace of Empress Pan. In the past, Empress Pan only greeted them every day. After the younger sister came, she kept a distance from them. Foyou often dragged her to find her father. Now her father often had a younger sister in his arms. Shenyou quietly watched her elder sister sitting next to her father and playing with the child, but she felt it was irritating. Later, when her elder sister finally dragged her to find her father again, Shenyou dodged.
The elder sister looked at her in surprise, and she lowered her head and told her bluntly that she didn't like Yiyou.
Why? There are too many reasons. In the past, Daddy's arms belonged to Sister. Shenyou was afraid of being touched by others, so every time Sister would take the initiative to throw herself into Daddy's arms, and then reach out to hold her hand. In the past, the empresses and maids in the palace cared about Sister the most. All she heard was Sister gently returning greetings to those who greeted her, and returning greetings on behalf of her who was silent. In the past, Sister was the focus of everyone, and she, Zhao Shenyou, was the focus of Sister.
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