Of course they are the four most talented women in the capital - including Princess Yufeng.
Princess Yufeng is still gorgeous, Lu Youwei is still delicate, Bi Xuanji is still unchanging despite the weather. The only thing that has changed is Xie Xiaoyan. Today, she has washed away the lead flowers, picked off the pearl flowers, and looks four or five years younger than before.
Years old, only in the wonderful eyes, the ever-changing changes of the past are still vaguely visible.
Xie Xiaoyan changed her mind because of one thing: she resigned from the building!
She is no longer the top oiran in the Jade Pavilion.
It has been her dream to resign for many years, but every time she proposed it, she was rejected by her mother. Cuiyu Pavilion could not live without her. Now? Four talented women's song "The Legend of White Snake" brought Cuiyu Pavilion to the top of the brothel in the capital.
In exchange, Cuiyu Pavilion returned her freedom.
The much-anticipated trip to Qinglian, His Majesty personally toasted and sent off, and millions of people gathered in the capital. What an honor this is?
But he didn't come!
Is not being in the capital the reason?
No! The real reason is not this. If he really wants to come, he can still get there even if he is on the border of the North. If he doesn't come, it only shows that he doesn't care about it at all!
This is his free and easy, heroic and unique style, but is this all? Not necessarily! Perhaps this also reflects another meaning. After all, he is incompatible with the orthodox literary world!
The former makes several women infinitely fascinated.
The latter made them slightly uneasy.
Haining, Haining rooftop!
An exquisite pavilion supported by four pillars, with a poem engraved on the pillars: An old friend bid farewell to Haining Tower in the west. Fireworks descend from Quzhou in March. The silhouette of a solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky. Only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
These are the Seven Eternal Rules that Lin Su wrote down with a bit of mischief before going to the palace for the imperial examination that day.
His original intention was to let Ding Hai, Yang Zhifu and Baoshan fight.
There was a fight between the three bosses, and in the end Magistrate Yang settled the matter with the official seal and took this original poem with strong regional characteristics into the government office. Ding Hai had no choice but to add a pavilion on the roof of his house.
, engrave this poem on it.
In other words, this poem was engraved here to truly fit the occasion. The scribes on the top floor who went to Haining Tower to dine would come up and sit down after eating and drinking.
Today, two people are sitting in the pavilion.
Ding Hai and Lin Su.
A few months ago, to be precise, after Lin Su returned from Xizhou, he entrusted Ding Hai with something: to find Yingying's mother!
Lin Su promised Guo Yingying to find her mother. He didn't have much energy on his own, so he handed over the task to Ding Hai. The power behind Ding Hai was "Baixiang Tower", but Baixiang Tower Lin Su knew
Yes, when he went to Xizhou that day, he took Baixianglou's boat. Cai Zhulian told him that people from the Scimitar Sect did not dare to be presumptuous when boarding Baixianglou's boat. This shows how powerful Baixianglou's power is.
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A few months later, Ding Hai mobilized thousands of people from Baixiang Tower to search the entire Da Cang and the four countries surrounding Da Cang, but to this day, they still haven't found it.
Two hundred years is still too long a time span.
Two hundred years have truly been a time of great change.
The world's situation has long been greatly changed, and the people of the world have long been changed beyond recognition.
In the vast sea of people, trying to find a person from two hundred years ago is ten thousand times harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
But there are still clues...
Mermaid Yanji back then was not an unknown person. She was famous in the spiritual world for her advanced cultivation. Some people said that she was trapped in the ancient magic circle on Yandang Mountain because someone had heard of her in the depths of Yandang.
singing; some said that she went to Wuxinhai, and a top elder of the Bishui Sect saw her in Wuxinhai with his own eyes; others said that whether it was Yandang or Wuxinhai, it was just a part of her journey, and her ultimate goal was,
Or cross the Wuxin Sea to find someone who is her Taoist companion, her lover, or the biological father of her daughter.
A pile of clues were placed in front of Lin Su.
Lin Su was stunned.
Three clues, three possibilities, the first is to judge by sound, the second is to judge by eyes, and the third is to judge by logical reasoning.
No matter which one, there is a certain degree of credibility, but no matter which one, it is not the final answer.
"Keep searching. It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen."
Putting the important task of finding someone on Ding Hai's head again, Lin Su was ready to set off.
Today is the ninth day of February. The thousands of miles of Poyun Shuttle from the capital may have crossed the border of the ancient Nanyang Kingdom, but he is still in Haining.
He has to go.
The next day, the sky was clear. Lin Su got up early. In green clothes, Sister Chen and Cui Ying were all there. They gave him a hug and a kiss to see him off. On the attic, there was an autumn water painting screen sitting in the attic.
When Lin Su's eyes moved towards her, she looked around and listened in all directions to make sure no one else was paying attention. She put her hand on her lips and gave him a kiss from a distance...
Stepping out of the west courtyard, Qu Xiu and Yu Lou hugged their children and bid him farewell. Lin Su hugged the two little ones and kissed them lovingly. Xiao Lin Zhen even giggled and pulled his ears.
, everyone laughed, saying that this little guy was so close to her uncle, even closer to her father.
Finally there is the old lady.
The old lady put on a festive dress today. Xiao Tao held a package in both hands and handed it to Lin Su: "Sir, Madam made you a set of clothes and a pair of shoes. Please bring it with you."
The package was opened, and a set of scholar's clothes and a pair of cloth shoes lay quietly inside.
The lady smiled with tears in her eyes: "My mother doesn't know how to make shoes. I learned how to make these shoes from Mei Niang. They look very vulgar. Sanlang, you can just wear them."
Lin Su's heart surged with heat: "Mom, I have written poems for countless people, but I have never written one for my mother. Let me write one for my mother today!"
Hands together, gold paper comes out.
The precious pen falls and writes down...
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wandering child, are tightly sewed before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks from the grass will be rewarded with three spring rays... "The Wandering Son's Song" is given to my mother."
When the pen falls, the colored light on the gold paper flows in unpredictable ways.
In the entire Lin Mansion, everyone was staring at this colorful light, and their hearts were beating. Is the poem I wrote before leaving five colors or seven colors?
Suddenly, green light filled the sky and earth, and green lotuses bloomed.
In the blue light, the song "Wandering Son's Song" rose into the sky and turned into big golden characters across the sky...
"Legendary poetry!" Lu Yi shouted softly.
"Legendary..." The autumn water painting screen in the attic breathed out softly.
"Oh my God..." Qu Xiu and Yu Lou looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes. The eyes of the two little guys in their arms were wide open and their hands and feet were stretched wildly. They seemed to be excited too.
The holy voice came from the sky: "The ancient poem "The Wandering Son", the thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering body, are tightly sewed before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late, who can tell the heart of an inch of grass, I will be rewarded with three rays of spring, the author, Da Cang
Lin Su!"
The entire Haining City looked up to Lin Mansion, and the brothel songs suddenly muted...
Outside the courtyard wall, Magistrate Yang, the eight great scholars from Haining Academy, Ding Hai and others all had bright eyes...
The holy voice in the air continued: "There has been no filial piety among the ancient poems passed down from generation to generation. "You Zi Yin" fills this gap. It is really valuable. I give you the cultural treasure 'You Zi Suo'!"
A golden thread shot through the air, one end shot into Lin's mother's eyebrows, and the other end shot into Lin Su's eyebrows. The golden light disappeared in a flash, and Lin Su suddenly had a strange feeling. He could clearly feel his mother's presence.
It seemed that no matter where he went, he could know his mother's position in the vast sea of people.
Mother Lin raised her gaze, with tears in her eyes: "Sanlang, no matter where you go, mother can feel where you are."
Lin Su opened her arms and hugged her mother gently: "Mom, the same is true for children!"
Saying goodbye to his mother and the group of great scholars outside, Lin Su rose into the sky and broke into the sky...
Above the sky, a picture passed through his mind...
Two hundred years ago, a lonely figure stepped out of the West Sea, leaving behind a young life, waiting quietly under the sacred tree. Two hundred years later, this young life finally broke out of its shell and was born, but was never found again.
The person who left her in the first place.
This is the biggest sadness in Yingying’s life!
What about himself?
On the first night he entered this new world, he understood what mother was! Even if this mother was just his physical mother, she still gave him irreplaceable maternal love.
Each of his literary achievements shocked the world, but brought excitement and glory to his mother. Even the ancestor worship he didn't like was actually soaked in his mother's deep love.
He flew higher and higher, and gradually flew out of his mother's sight.
His mother gave him less and less guidance, but her secret concern became deeper and deeper.
He heard Xiaoxue say that since the day he entered Xizhou, his mother had suffered from insomnia every night. On many nights, she got up in the middle of the night, opened the west window, and stared into the deep sky for a long time.
That is the deepest concern, that is the most pure and pure motherly heart!
Today, I exchanged a piece of "Wandering Son's Song" for a "Wandering Son's Cord". This cultural treasure may not have any practical significance, but it is the gift that Lin Su most wanted to give to his mother.
Suddenly clouds floated ahead, and a lotus platform appeared out of thin air. Lin Su was silently included in it. Lin Su raised his eyes and saw Li Guihan.
Li Guihan smiled lightly: "I heard that yesterday, at the gate of Gongyuan in the capital, His Majesty personally led hundreds of civil and military officials to see off the Qinglian team, which was regarded as the highest honor in the literary world. I regret that you missed this event. Now it seems that there is no need.
Come on! You wrote a poem that has been passed down from generation to generation to send you off by yourself, which is ten times more high-end than His Majesty’s farewell wine!”
This is true. It is indeed rare for His Majesty to bid farewell with a farewell drink, but how many people have passed down the poems passed down from ancient times to the present?
Your Majesty's farewell wine can be copied, and his farewell poems handed down from generation to generation are rare.
Lin Su smiled softly: "In the past two years, my mother has been a little disappointed."
"Lost? That's not true, right?" Li Guihan expressed surprise: "Her son has become the number one scholar in the world, and she is still disappointed?"
"It's not as you understand. In the past, my mother always scolded us and showed us the way. She had a strong sense of presence. But now, we are flying higher and higher. She can no longer show us the way, and she will be confused.
She will be disappointed. This loss has nothing to do with whether we have met her expectations, but that she has begun to doubt herself, whether she is worthy or not, and whether she can keep up with her son..."
Li Guihan's heart was also quietly touched: "Actually, I am like this too! Since I became a Taoist, my mother has not dared to train me or give me guidance. Although I feel a lot more relaxed, I also feel a little strange.
We broke up. Sometimes when I travel far away from home, I see her leaning against the window through the jade cicada... It's a pity that I don't have your talent and can't write such a poem..."
This may be a unique relationship between parents and children...
When their children are young, their parents scold and guide them, hoping that their children will be obedient and on the right path.
When their children really "get on the road" and reach heights that even their parents can't reach, their parents change. They don't dare to reprimand and guide their children anymore, because they know that where they are, their knowledge is no longer enough to guide them.
, they were worried that their command was blind, and they were worried that they would delay the future of their children. So they lowered their bodies and became cautious in front of their children. They talked less and became more divided. However, in the dead of night, in the
When their children are traveling far away, when their children are climbing uphill and overcoming obstacles, they will still be concerned about them, but this concern is no longer mentioned on their lips or told to their children, but is concentrated on the window sill under the moon...
The floating clouds around the lotus platform were changing. In a moment, they had flown over Quzhou and entered Zhongzhou. Next, there was the Pearl River.
"Are you in a hurry today?" Li Guihan asked him.
"No hurry!" Lin Su shook his head gently.
Today is the registration day for the Qinglian Taoist Forum. The official Taoist seminar will be in three days. As long as you arrive today, there is no rush. They are riding the Holy Treasure Dao Xi. The Dao Xi travels thousands of miles in an instant.
You can reach it.
"Then let's swim over slowly like this!"
Dao Seal fell from the sky and walked along the water of the Pearl River. Under their feet were countless ships, including official ships and fishing boats. There were fishermen, villagers and literati on them. In the land of the South, flowers bloomed early. On the south bank of the Pearl River, spring flowers bloomed.
They open up one after another, reflecting the south bank of Zhushui River like fire.
Lin Su frowned slowly: "Why do I feel that the people below can't see us at all?"
They had just passed by a ship, and he clearly saw several people on the deck looking at the scenery, and the seal passed over their heads without blinking.
Li Guihan smiled: "The Daoxi is a sacred treasure. How many people can see it when it travels around the world?"
Holy treasure!
The holy treasure is so amazing! Lin Su sighed.
Li Guihan smiled softly, the holy treasure, the treasure of the saint, is indeed magical, but this seal and the cicada are actually nothing, they are just a side branch among the holy treasures of literature and art. The real holy treasure of literature and art must be
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone...
Holy pen, one stroke opens the sky!
Holy ink, one point becomes eternal night!
Holy paper, let me tell you a little story and you will know its horror...
Do you know Bianzhou? One of the thirteen states of the Nine Kingdoms, Bianzhou originally had seventy-two valleys. Among them, Blood Valley gathered a large number of murderers. These murderers transformed Blood Valley, built cities, and turned Blood Valley into a world-famous city.
Fierce Valley, thousands of years ago, the Confucian sage traveled here, and a piece of white paper flew out, covering the Blood Valley with a radius of three thousand miles. The entire Blood Valley peaks disappeared, the valleys were filled up, and it became a big desert. The Confucian sage left a sentence
Words: A blank piece of paper seals the Blood Valley, leaving it to future generations to draw a grand plan.
Lin Su was stunned. A piece of white paper covered the evil valley with a radius of three thousand miles. From then on, the evil valley disappeared and became a vast desert!
What kind of method is this?
Even worse than gods...
"Where's the holy inkstone?"
"If a piece of holy paper by a Confucian saint embodies elegance, then the holy inkstone embodies domineering power. Do you know Wuding Mountain?" Li Guihan said: "Wuding Mountain is a bridge between different worlds. If
As long as the bridge is not destroyed, people from other lands can cross the border. Three thousand years ago, the Book Sage sacrificed a holy inkstone and smashed Wuding Mountain with one inkstone, destroying this deadly passage. Only then can this world have peace for thousands of years."
Wuding Mountain appeared in Lin Su's mind...
Broken walls and mountains, suspended in the air, were smashed by the calligrapher's inkstone...
Lin Su sighed deeply: "Tell me about the holy pen and holy ink..."
"The holy pen and holy ink are what saints use most. The creation of the world can't be finished in a day or a night. You only need to know one thing to understand its power. In the past, the soldier sage cut the dragon gate with one stroke, and a drop of holy ink will
The three-thousand-mile sea area has turned into eternal night, and the peace agreement between the sea tribe and the human race is not so much negotiated as it is fought!"