Chapter forty-six such a good person looks absolutely
嘘... 嘚... 嘚...
The finger continued to tap the rosewood armrest.
"Check him?" The man chuckled. "What are he doing?"
"He is very strange. A Confucian scholar who can write Luohuapin poems cannot be unknown, but we have never heard of this name before. It is very strange that such a character suddenly appears."
"Can't he keep a low profile?"
The voice paused and said faintly: "We happened to be short of someone for the Confucianism and Taoism Debate, so he appeared in Zhongnan Kingdom, just like it was arranged. The second master met him in the Great Chu Dynasty in mid-March.
And I launched the attack during the Spring Festival at the end of February. Although it is difficult to make a round trip in this half month, there are too many ways to convey news on the mountain. What if it is arranged by the enemy."
"That makes sense."
"My master trained me well."
"Xiu Mei." The man said softly.
"My slave is here."
"Did you become wild after being given full power to take over Nansi?"
"I don't dare!"
There was a heavy kneeling sound behind him.
"I remember that when I first came back, I told you the rules." The man said slowly. "You are just a knife in the master's hand. It only needs to be sharp enough. You don't need to think for yourself."
"You have to do everything I didn't ask you to do by yourself now." The master chuckled. "Do you also want to be the master?"
"I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Master, please calm down!" Xiu Mei sobbed, her voice frightened.
Immediately afterwards, the muffled sounds of kowtows echoed in the hall.
"Don't cry."
The hall suddenly became quiet, with only scattered sobs occasionally coming out from between the fingers, but they were swallowed back into the mouth the next moment.
The man said leisurely: "For the last time, no matter how wild your heart is, I will give you away."
The corner of his mouth curled up. "Just give it to Tzuyu and let him teach you the rules."
Xiu Mei's body trembled and she hesitated to speak, but she still didn't dare to take off the hand covering her mouth.
The muffled sound of kowtow sounded again from behind the man.
"What else is there?"
"Master, the second master is awake, the doctor said..."
"Next."
"Yes, sir. Yesterday morning at Shiliting, Lan Yuqing and the others welcomed the old man wearing Nanhua scarf. He might not be from Wangquezhou. According to the informant, on the way back to the mountain, Lan Yuqing said
'It's a great honor for us to have such a real person come here', but there were no other words after that."
"The Anzi who was placed in the temple by Habayashi Weinanji didn't know who he was. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was a 'distinguished guest' from a very far away place. Qingjingzi personally went down the mountain to pick him up, shielding everyone around him, and left alone
I don’t know exactly what was said during the reception.”
The man touched his chin and smiled softly. "A real person? A Taoist real person in the seventh realm will come to this small Chongxu temple? Just because of his purity? She, Lan Yuqing, deliberately bluffed me, knowing that these words would spread
Into my ears."
"The master is wise."
"But this old man is a big change. Keep watching and send more people outside to find out who he is. In addition, at all costs, find for me the last person to participate in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism except Qingjingzi and the old man.
people."
"My slave obeys the order!"
Zhao Rong felt chilled to the bone.
That's ice that goes deep into your bones.
Because of Qingjun.
He finally found Qingjun after traveling thousands of miles.
On a sunny afternoon, in the four palaces of Taiqing, there was a lake with willows and willows. The lake was bright and the summer wind was warm. Qing Jun was facing away from him, bending down to pick lotus flowers. She was wearing a red dress again, like a flower.
Quiet flame.
Qingjun grabbed the corner of her skirt with one hand and reached for a graceful green lotus with the other. She still looked like the little girl who was greedy for lotus seeds when she was a child, but he was picking them at the time, while she grabbed the corner of her skirt and smiled in anticipation.
He felt uneasy. The further he walked forward and the closer he got to her, the more timid he became.
One step, two steps, three steps
She was finally in front of me.
This journey spanning hundreds of thousands of miles from north to south of Wangquezhou was finally overcome by him step by step.
He looked at the woman with green hair and red belt in front of her, with a slim waist, who was bending over to pick lotus flowers with her bright wrists.
He gently reached out his hand, wanting to hold her ponytail again, but she turned around cautiously.
She saw him.
He also saw her.
She frowned tightly, then relaxed her eyebrows, her eyes indifferent.
He held his breath and stared, reaching forward and spreading his palms.
A piece of sweat-soaked mutton fat jade is embedded in the palm of the hand.
The side facing upward is engraved with "Beautiful Jade Decorated with Luoying".
The woman pinched it at will.
Gently throw it into the lotus pond.
The man smiled easily.
He waved his hand and turned to leave.
A beloved man returns his love after thousands of miles, and he is no longer a young man.
Her face is still beautiful, but she is no longer young.
The summer sun is warm and the breeze is just right.
But he walked slower and slower, as if he had stepped into a sea of clouds that was brewing ice and snow. There was resistance all around, and his body was covered with ice and cold, but he didn't want to look back and walked straight into the wind and snow...
Zhao Rong felt chilled to the bone.
That's ice that goes deep into your bones.
His heart twitched violently.
Opening eyes suddenly.
Zhao Rong gasped and found that he was immersed in a cold medicinal bath at the moment. Looking around, he saw the house where he was staying at the Lin family's manor in Lanxi.
It turns out that everything just happened was just a dream.
He vaguely remembered that after he came back from Youweizhai, he ate a dinner brought by a servant, and then started his daily practice. After that, he threw himself into the medicinal bath tiredly. At that time, he seemed to want to take a longer bath before going to bed, but as a result
I drifted away while leaning on the medicine, and fell asleep in a daze.
Zhao Rong felt lost, sighed, wiped his face with both hands, stood up and left the cold medicinal bath.
I casually glanced out the window. It seemed to be midnight and the rain had stopped.
After a while of busy work, Zhao Rong casually put on a robe and only tied a wide belt around his waist.
This kind of clothing style with elegant clothes and broad belt is very popular among the elite circles of Zhongnan Kingdom. It is not only elegant and free, but also comfortable to wear.
Zhao Rong walked slowly to the bronze mirror in the room, and looked at the thin face in the mirror that was originally young but had been polished by the wind and frost in the past few months, and was lost in thought.
He once raised his head outside Longquan Mountain and longed for the ferry that was getting closer and closer.
He once stood on the ferry in Qingfeng Pavilion and stared at the vast sea of clouds outside the window in silence.
He once quietly browsed green waters and green mountains, ancient roads at dusk, and smoke from farmhouses on horseback.
Or on a night when everything goes to sleep, holding the pair of jade tokens, waiting for dawn.
He imagined countless possibilities and countless encounters.
When he held the jade plaque and walked in front of her.
She might suddenly fall into his arms and wet her clothes with tears.
She might grab the jade token, throw it to the ground and smash it, gnashing her teeth.
She might turn around and leave without saying a word, never to come back.
Zhao Rong originally thought that no matter what the outcome was, he would be able to accept it calmly and face it calmly without being burdened by emotion.
but.
What was that sudden heart throbbing pain in that dream just now?
Her heart was like the jade tablet that she threw into the lotus pond. The water splashed up and sank to the bottom of the lake. For the rest of her life, it was slowly covered by the cold mud until it was unable to beat due to the unbearable heavy pressure.
, only then can we be freed.
Zhao Rong rubbed his face hard.
He began to realize that along the way, as he became more familiar with the world, more memories were awakened, and the closer he got to her, the deeper the bond became.
Those memories that I thought were just fleeting memories have now been deeply imprinted in my mind.
Just like strong wine entering the throat, spring rain entering the earth, and rivers entering the sea.
It's not just about Qingjun's memory, her memory is a primer, or a fuse, accelerating and making herself aware of this change.
Those inherited memories are now as if they have been experienced by me personally...or rather...it is my own memory!
I thought that I was a reborn person. The appearance and name of this body were the same as my own. I thought it was a coincidence at first, but how could I explain the heartache just now? How could any inherited memory be so profound, as if it were a personal experience.
How could there be so many coincidences?
There is only one possible maximum.
Oneself is the original body, and the original body is oneself.
It's just that the memory of the past life has been awakened and taken over.
And personality is shaped by memory.
The personality of the previous life directly covered the personality of this life, resulting in different personalities before and after, but now with the digestion of memory, the two have been integrated and unified.
As for the personality of my previous life, that is, the person I am now, when faced with Qingjun's memories, my senses are completely different from those in this life, so I feel heartbroken.
So, I am who I am.
I am the one who betrayed Qingjun.
A melodious sound of piano came from outside the window.
Like a dream, like an illusion, endless like a thread.
Not only did it not destroy the tranquility of the night, it actually made the moonlight even more lonely.
Zhao Rong slowly came back to his senses. He no longer wanted to sleep. He walked to his desk, laid out paper and studied ink.
As soon as I raised my pen, I forgot what I said.
I turned to calligraphy practice and only wrote four characters before I frowned and stopped writing.
The mind is unstable and the pen is unstable.
Zhao Rong felt something in his heart.
He put down his writing brush, picked up a pot of wine, wore long sleeves and a loose belt, and wore no shoes, pushed the door open and went out to look for the sound of the piano.