Time has precipitated, and I understand why Zhen Huan often remembers An Lingrong after she gets old
In the Imperial Garden of the Forbidden City, the branches of century-old trees are luxuriant, and the autumn colors are thick. Old Zhen Huan was dressed in a lilac palace robe and walked on the winding stone road. As time passed, his face changed slightly, his temples were slightly gray, but his bright eyes were still as sharp as ever, as if they could see everything.
Not far away, a group of young female relatives are chatting and laughing, their wings fluttering in the breeze like lotus petals on the water. Suddenly, the concubine in the red dress ran up softly and shouted from under her nose:"Abra, Abra!"The voice, as light as a willow tree in spring, sounded in Zhen Huan's ears.
This familiar and distant voice made Zhen Huan feel like she had returned to her youth. He froze, deeply immersed in the memory. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Yunzi beside him, his eyes were full of complex emotions, and he said softly"An Lingrong hates me and the entire palace. "
Xiao Yunzi didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
Zhen Huan's gaze drifted into the distance, recalling the dusty past. Back then, in the war, An Lingrong was always treated coldly because of his humble background. Especially the arrogant Xia Dongchun, who seized every opportunity to humiliate her. But when An Lingrong was most desperate, it was Zhen Huan who gave her warmth and support, and it was Zhen Huan who defended her honor with wisdom and courage.
He was honest with me at the time"Zhen Huan's voice was a little choked. An Lingrong's later betrayal and contempt must have made him very painful, but Zhen Huan secretly longed for their once sincere friendship.
Xiao Yunzi held Zhen Huan's hand tightly, the two looked at each other and smiled, silently comforting each other in their hearts.
In this bustling palace, Zhen Huan and An Lingrong, two girls who were once chosen by chance, have just come to the Forbidden City. An Lingrong was from a humble background at that time, but when she saw Zhen Huan, she sincerely thought that she was her sister. Every time they meet, she always smiles and sighs"Big sister, big sister"'s Zhen Huan, affectionate as the sunshine of early autumn, tepid.
But within the palace walls, there is always a disturbing power struggle, and Zhen Huan and An Lingrong are inevitably involved. In the battle for the harem, An Lingrong decided to side with the queen's camp, which made her friendship with Zhen Huan face the ultimate test. She often sets up obstacles behind Zhen Huan's back, making Zhen Huan fall into trouble again and again. However, the last An Lingrong was imprisoned by the emperor due to palace intrigues, and died soon after due to poisoning with bitter almonds.
Although Zhen Huan has been victimized by An Lingrong's recent situation many times, he knows that An Lingrong has always been frank and unrestrained and dedicated. Only in this environment of supremacy of imperial power and power will An Lingrong's nature gradually change.
In addition, Zhen Huan also realized that some of her behaviors were also part of An Lingrong's changes. Although An Lingrong came from a humble background, he had a strong self-confidence. And Zhen Huan, whether it is giving An Lingrong expensive gifts or arranging An Lingrong's interpersonal relationships, maintains a lofty attitude. This undoubtedly hit An Lingrong's self-confidence and was one of his motivations to change his behavior.
The relationship between them is like a curved palace wall, the sun is strong, but the corners are more shaded.
In the famous Forbidden City, Zhen Huan and An Lingrong are like brothers and sisters. But in the great game of power, their relationship has become increasingly ambiguous. Zhen Huan always thought that An Lingrong didn't understand her and distanced herself from her, until she heard An Lingrong, who was dying, say"My life wasn't worth much"。At that moment, Zhen Huan seemed to pour cold water on herself, and she finally realized that in the misunderstanding and estrangement between them, in fact, no one can avoid a person's responsibility.
This kind of hidden guilt finally left an indelible trace in Zhen Huan's heart, like a cold wind that penetrates the heart. In the memories of his later years, An Lingrong often appears, not so much out of nostalgia for his former sister, but out of nostalgia for his youth.
When they first entered the palace, they had not yet experienced fame and fortune and power struggles. The days were full of laughter, the summer was bright and the winter was peaceful. Moreover, Sister Mei was still by their side at that time, and their happy time never seemed to end.
But the years are merciless, and those innocent and perfect days are gone like white horses. Zhen Huan looks back on the past, and the beautiful memories and painful past are intertwined, forming a colorful picture. What he misses is not only An Lingrong, but also that innocent youth, as well as the diversity of the world.
For Zhen Huan, those years were short and bright as stars, but her light illuminated the entire path of life.