Under a blue sky, freshly washed silk hung on the eaves of the Lin Mansion, gently swaying in the wind. Lin Daiyu's death shrouded this ancient mansion in a state of grief. King Beijing, who used to be an unspeakable secret in her heart, was silently making a plan in a dark room at this time. He is determined to do something for Daiyu as a way to express his hidden guilt and emotions. However, the implementation of the plan brought unintended consequences, self-defeating, and caused a complex and gripping chain of events.
King Beijing's plan involves a mysterious ancient ritual that he hopes to use to comfort Daiyu's soul. But in the process, he accidentally triggers an ancient curse that leads to a series of supernatural events. These events not only affected the King of Beijing himself, but also affected the fate of the entire Jia Mansion.
The last beauty: Lin Daiyu's death
In the quiet courtyard of Jiafu, the moonlight was like water, illuminating Lin Daiyu's sickbed. The night breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the distance. Surrounded by the bedside were a group of relatives and friends with sad faces and tears in their eyes. Helplessness and sadness were written on their faces, sometimes with low weeping, sometimes with silent prayers.
Baoyu stood beside Daiyu's bed, his hand tightly gripping Daiyu's cold, thin hand, his eyes full of reluctance and pain. His tears fell on the back of Daiyu's hand, and his heart felt like it had been hit with a hammer, and he couldn't breathe in pain. He wanted to say something to comfort Daiyu, but found that his throat was choked and he couldn't speak.
Daiyu's face was pale, like a tissue piece of paper, and her breathing was weak and rapid. Although her eyes lost their former brilliance, the moment she saw Baoyu, they seemed to regain a trace of vitality. She spoke weakly, her voice so small that she could barely hear it: "Brother Bao...... I want to go home......" This sentence, as if with all her longing and helplessness, gently floated in this quiet night sky.
This sentence, like a sharp knife, pierced deep into the hearts of everyone present. Baoyu's heart was completely torn apart, and his tears couldn't stop flowing. His voice trembled, and he finally spoke, but only said one sentence: "Daiyu, you must be strong......"
The corners of Daiyu's mouth rose slightly, barely revealing a bitter smile. Her gaze fell on Baoyu again, which was full of deep love and reluctance. She said softly, "Brother Bao, you have to be good...... Don't ...... for me Sad ......" Her voice grew lower and lower, and at last she was barely audible.
Baoyu couldn't control her emotions and choked up and said, "Daiyu, I'...... How can I not be sad......" Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a choked voice. He held Daiyu's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on his life force to her in this way.
Daiyu's eyes slowly closed, her breathing getting weaker and weaker, and finally turned silent. Baoyu felt the temperature in his hands gradually disappear, and his heart seemed to shatter with it. He fell to his knees on the edge of the bed, tears pouring down from him. The others in the courtyard also cried, and an atmosphere of sadness enveloped the entire Jia Mansion.
Under the moonlight, the quiet courtyard was shrouded in sadness, and Lin Daiyu's life was like the fading moonlight, quietly disappearing into this world. Baoyu, on the other hand, lost the most important part of his life, and since then, his world has lost its former color.
The Entanglement of Power: The Choice of the King of Beijing
After the news reached the King of Beijing, his silence was not only out of deep thought, but also a review of the past. King Beijing, a man who once formed a deep friendship with Prince Bao in his prime of life, their friendship transcends ordinary boundaries and contains deep understanding and respect. In those years, they experienced countless ups and downs together, faced challenges and difficulties together, and now the King of Beijing, despite his prominent status, still cherishes that pure friendship.
In a corner of the palace, the figure of King Beijing looked lonely and contemplative. He looked around, and every brick and tile here witnessed his growth and change. His gaze eventually fell on a portrait hanging on the wall of a gentle woman who had happened to see Lin Daiyu when he was young. Although the two never really met face to face, King Beijing was very impressed by her, and her image was like a touch of freshness from that era, leaving him with an indelible memory.
He already had an inexplicable respect for Lin Daiyu in his heart. This respect comes not only from her background, the daughter of a criminal minister, but also from her personality and talent. In the eyes of King Beijing, Lin Daiyu has a purity and talent that are rare in this world, and this unique temperament makes her stand out among many aristocratic women.
In the secret room of the palace, King Beijing whispered to his cronies: "Although Miss Lin is the daughter of a criminal minister, her innocence and talent are unmatched in this world. His voice revealed a deep respect and a subtle hint of concern.
The cronie cautiously asked, "Lord Wang, how do you plan to act?"
King Beijing pondered for a while, and said slowly, "I must help, no matter what the cost. ”
The cronies frowned: "But this may bring huge waves to Jiafu." ”
King Beijing smiled slightly: "Life is like a play, so what's the matter?"
Although this decision of the King of Beijing was well-intentioned, he did not fully foresee the consequences of this action. Jia Mansion, as a large family, internal power struggles and family honor have always been matters that they need to handle carefully. The intervention of King Beijing will undoubtedly set off new waves in this already delicately balanced environment.
In Jia Province, after the news came, all kinds of discussions and speculations began to spread. The elders of the family began to nervously discuss this sudden turn of events, fearing whether it would affect the stability and reputation of the family. The younger generation was full of curiosity about this mysterious and noble King of Beijing, and they talked privately after tea and dinner, trying to figure out the prince's intentions and motives.
And at the center of all this, Lin Daiyu herself was unaware of all this. She still lives her daily life, unaware that she is about to become the focus of a large family turmoil. This decision of King Beijing will not only affect her fate, but also have a profound impact on the power structure of Jiafu and even the entire capital.
Prologue to the tragedy: the crisis in Jiafu
Lin Daiyu's death and the intervention of King Beijing were like a sudden storm, completely breaking the former tranquility of Jiafu. In this incident, Jia Zheng's heart was extremely heavy. He wandered around the study, facing a room full of books, as if searching for answers. Mrs. Wang gently pushed open the door and looked at Jia Zheng's back, her heart full of unease.
"Brother Zheng, you are always so sad, how can you be in good health?" Madame Wang softly reassured, her eyes revealing deep worry.
Jia Zheng turned around, his eyes full of helplessness: "Brother Yu's death is already the will of heaven, what can I do?"
Mrs. Wang sighed lightly: "Now that the family is in a hurry, what does this King of Beijing mean?"
Jia Zheng was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "The intervention of King Beijing makes me feel even more in danger. The status of Jiafu is precarious, and I really don't know how long our family can last. ”
In this conversation, the worries and helplessness of Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang deeply depict the predicament of Jiafu at that time. Inside Jiafu, all kinds of ominous signs followed, as if to herald the decline of the last family. The servants whispered, full of doubts about the future of Jiafu. The courtyard that was noisy on weekdays is now extraordinarily quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing and falling leaves.
In this chaotic moment, the conversation between Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng highlights the turmoil of the family even more. Jia Lian paced anxiously in his room, while Wang Xifeng sat in front of the dresser, looking calm.
"All this has hit us too hard. Jia Lian said worriedly.
Wang Xifeng replied calmly: "This is the time to test us, you must be calm. ”
"I know, but the intervention of King Beijing makes me feel that the future is full of uncertainty. Jia Lian frowned and said.
Wang Xifeng said softly: "No matter what, we must maintain the reputation and status of Jiafu. ”
At the same time, the maids in the garden were also discussing in low voices. They were full of worries about the future of Jiafu, and at the same time wondered about the motives of King Beijing.
"Say, how long can we survive in Jiafu?" asked a maid in a low voice.
Another maid sighed: "Who knows, God knows, you and I know." ”
The atmosphere in Jiafu became heavier and heavier, and everyone's hearts were filled with uncertainty and fear. Lin Daiyu's death and the intervention of King Beijing were not only a blow to Jiafu, but also a turning point in the fate of the entire family.
Emotion and Reason: The Struggle of King Beijing
King Beijing was immersed in his own thoughts in his study, his gaze wandering between the shelves full of ancient books and the bright moonlight outside the window. His fingers touched the four treasures of the study on the table, as if seeking some kind of comfort. This study witnessed his countless late nights tossing and turning, and each book carried his wisdom and suffering.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on a landscape painting hanging on the wall, and the flowing water and distant mountains in the painting reminded him of Lin Daiyu. He got up gently and walked to the front of the painting, as if looking for something in the painting. His fingertips touched the picture, as if he could feel the coolness of the flowing water and the tenacity of the mountains. His eyes flashed with mixed emotions, both deep nostalgia and unspeakable remorse.
"Miss Lin, if you were here, what would you choose?" King Beijing said to himself. His voice was low and full of emotion, as if he was having a conversation with Lin Daiyu across time and space.
At this moment, a guard walked lightly into the study, interrupting the King of Beijing's musings. "Lord, the minister has an urgent military intelligence report. The guard's expression was solemn, and it was obvious that the person who had come was not good.
King Beijing turned around and looked at the guards with an expressionless face, "Say, what's so urgent?"
The guard replied in a deep voice: "The frontier has changed, and the enemy seems to be planning a large-scale attack. We must react immediately. ”
King Beijing's brow furrowed, he knew what it meant. This could be a protracted war that would involve countless lives and resources. His heart is full of contradictions and struggles, on the one hand, he is responsible for the country, and on the other hand, he is deeply nostalgic for Lin Daiyu.
He took a deep breath and suppressed his personal emotions deeply in his heart, "Prepare the war horse, I will personally go to the frontier." His voice was firm and powerful, showing determination and courage as the head of a nation.
The guards obeyed, and King Beijing stood alone in the study, his eyes falling on the moonlight outside the window again. The bright moon seemed to be watching him silently, witnessing his transformation from an amorous literati to an iron-blooded monarch. He knows that his choice will change the fate of many people, and will also leave his own unique mark in the long river of history. In the choice of emotion and responsibility, he chose the latter, but in his heart, Lin Daiyu's shadow can never be erased.
Reference: Dream of Red Mansions