Meng Xinghe squatted on the spot, burning the string of paper money in his hand one by one. His movements were very gentle, just like paying filial piety in front of the graves of the Meng family's ancestors. It's not that he didn't listen to Aunt Yun's words, but he relied on some incomplete memories. .roughly guess who Aunt Yun wants to talk about.
There are not many people in the world who can corrupt the world. Emperor Sui Yang of the previous dynasty was one. What's more, Emperor Sui Yang also killed his father, killed his brother and raped his sister-in-law. He liked to sleep with his wife and loved his achievements. Could it be the sinner in front of him? The inconspicuous Huangtu Slope is the final destination of a generation of emperors.
The ending is thought-provoking. The once arrogant and proud son of heaven is now even more miserable than ordinary people. Not only was there no tombstone after his death, but no descendants even came to pay him any incense for decades. It reminds me of the decline of his family at that time. Despite being looked down upon by the people around him, Meng Xinghe felt very sorry for this once-in-a-lifetime emperor. He was also respectful when burning paper money. It didn't look like he was being pretentious.
Xiao Taohong left two peach blossoms in front of the grave, and then went to sell the peach blossoms in a distant place. Aunt Yun squatted next to Meng Xinghe, took a stack of paper money from his hand, and silently placed it on the burning flame. Be silent. When the grief reaches the point where you cannot express it, silence is the best healing method.
"I'm going to buy some more paper money. I haven't been here for twenty years. Burn some more. I just made a lot of money by painting pictures of beauties. You know, I never bring money." When the atmosphere was dull, Meng Xinghe broke. Embarrassed. Aunt Yun hurriedly pulled him. But she felt it was inappropriate to hold a man like this. Aunt Yun, who felt she was losing her composure, said softly: "No, that's enough."
She let go of Meng Xinghe's hand and said slightly shyly: "He doesn't deserve your treatment."
Meng Xinghe didn't care. Naturally, he ran to a distance and bought a lot of paper money. He gave a lot of it to Aunt Yun. He said word by word: "I don't know if he is worthy of my treatment. But I know. The person buried underground. No matter how majestic he once was, death is the most important thing. Besides, he was still Aunt Yun's father. In twenty years, no matter how deep his sins were, they have all disappeared. Besides, he was not unforgivable. He just lived alone in a high place for several years. His character is unavoidably withdrawn and eccentric. He does not seek his position unless he is in his position. You, I, and he don’t know what he is thinking, nor can we guess it. Otherwise, we can all be saints.”
Meng Xinghe tried to say something light-hearted. After hearing this, Aunt Yun, who rarely saw a smile on her face, actually smiled at Meng Xinghe: "Meng Xinghe, if you had been born twenty years earlier, you would definitely be able to do it in front of him. He is the best official. He likes villains like you who can flatter and flatter others."
Meng Xinghe showed a wry smile: "Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you and I am already old. I wish I could not be born at the same time, but I will be good to you every day." Meng Xinghe suddenly thought of this poem. What Aunt Yun was like twenty years ago. She must have been a princess of the Sui Dynasty who was raised in a deep boudoir, knowledgeable and courteous and loved by thousands of people. At that time, she probably didn't know what suffering was in the world, let alone the changes in the world as time passed by.
"Aunt Yun, can you tell me your real name?" Meng Xinghe suddenly said something that he would never dare to think about. It doesn't matter whether Aunt Yun answers or not. He has fulfilled his childhood wish. .Meet a real ancient princess. She is also the daughter of Emperor Sui Yang who lives among the people.
"Yang Xiruo." Aunt Yun said unhappy. This name has not been spoken by her for twenty years. And people outside know very little about it. In the Demon Sect, she is always called Aunt Yun or "Yang Xiruo". Yunqing. This is to make people completely forget that there was a princess in distress outside the Sui Dynasty clan.
Xiruo. What a beautiful name. Meng Xinghe recited it twice. It still felt comfortable to call her Aunt Yun. From now on, she always called her Aunt Yun. There was a proud smile on his face. He called the princess Aunt. It was a comfortable advantage.
She didn't know the dirty deeds in Meng Xinghe's heart. She glanced at the inconspicuous loess slope and stared at Meng Xinghe's face. She felt the heat in Aunt Yun's eyes. Meng Xinghe didn't smile anymore. Instead, she felt the heat in Aunt Yun's eyes. .It is a kind of calm that can withstand the atmosphere.
"Meng Xinghe, please kneel down and kowtow three times in front of him."
Meng Xinghe remained unmoved. No one could make him bend his knees except Mother Meng of Mengjiacun. Even the King of Heaven, he would not bend his man's knees.
"He said that in this life, that man is willing to kneel down for Ruoxi in front of his grave. Even if he is a white man working in the fields or a beggar in ragged clothes, he is willing to marry Ruoxi to this man."
Aunt Yun said casually, while Meng Xinghe knelt down in front of the loess slope with a bang and kowtowed three times.
"Mr. Yang, I met you twenty years later. Meng Xinghe was born late. He is not a white man, nor a beggar. He is a young scholar. He was a playboy in his early years and ruined the family. Now he has repented. He has no great ambitions. Today I kneel before you. In front of you, you look good on the ground and think I am not a bad person, so I entrust your precious daughter to me to take care of you. Don’t let her stay in the cold. Don’t let her wander around again. Even if you are born late, it will not be good for you. The biggest confession.”
After holding back his words, Meng Xinghe also chose words that were not exaggerated. I don't know if he was just on a whim or if he had planned it for a long time. It was just like shaking a peach blossom tree before. Meng Xinghe was so impulsive and cute.
"It's over." Aunt Yun asked lightly: "Someone said it in the past, but it didn't move his heart. You just wanted to take away the most cherished treasure from his hands with just a few words. A few hundred words."
Meng Xinghe jumped up from the ground. Before he could talk, Aunt Yun handed Meng Xinghe something wrapped in yellow silk from her arms.
Is it possible to hand over a token of love so quickly? Afraid that Aunt Yun would regret it, Meng Xinghe took it over anxiously.
Opening up the finely embroidered yellow silk cloth on the outside, there was a seal inside, four inches in diameter, with five dragons on it. The color was crystal clear and transparent, with no flaws visible. Meng Xinghe's heart was fluctuating and he was very uneasy. He suddenly got this thing. .My heart became heavy involuntarily. I turned it over and looked at the eight characters written in Qin Zhuan below: "Ordered by Heaven. Live forever." Meng Xinghe almost lost his hand and dropped the seal on the ground.
"This is the national jade seal." Meng Xinghe asked bravely. Not only did he see the things of his ancestors today, but he also held them in his hands. His palms felt sweaty. Meng Xinghe hurriedly tied them with silk cloth. It is wrapped well. According to legend, the one who gets the jade seal will win the world and inherit the unification. It is the rightful destiny to follow the destiny. Now the jade seal is in the hands of Meng Xinghe. He will not be stupid and say that he is the right one. He is not that People who watch too many brain-dead movies have their hearts as calm as an ancient well.
"Why? I don't dare to accept it. I still don't want to accept it." Most men in the world are boastful people. They thought they met a different kind, but they missed it. He was also so timid. Aunt Yun said sarcastically: "I want to do it." I am the husband of Yang Ruoxi. This imperial seal is a betrothal gift from someone buried in the ground. Li Thief took away my Yang family by force. There is no imperial seal. He is just a rebellious traitor with a bad reputation. The jade seal is now It is passed to you. If one day you want to ascend the throne, no one in the world will dare to say a word. Li Ze will also have to abdicate and make way for others."
Meng Xinghe absolutely believes that what Aunt Yun said is absolutely true. Anyone who ascends to the throne without this jade seal is a white emperor and is not the orthodox world. Emperor Sui Yang gave up the great treasure but did not hand over the jade seal passed down to the country. Except for Unwilling to fall outside the Li family, he must be preparing for the comeback of the Yang family. But after the Li family took over the country, they massacred the men of the Yang family. Who else would be willing to hold up this banner for the extinct Yang family? Now this task falls on Meng Xinghe. Meng Xinghe doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse. But he still knows one thing. It is what he is doing against the Li family. He has not had time to think about the throne he has been dreaming of. .
Not everyone can sit on the throne. There is only one true destiny.
Meng Xinghe, who was smarter than anyone else in seeing the problem, accepted the jade seal from Aunt Yun. There was no uneasiness or haste as before. Instead, he said calmly: "The grievances of the Li family, the Yang family, and the war between the Demon Sect and Yuxianfang. The duel between the Taiping Sect and the Li family. These have been fought for twenty years. Those who deserve to die are already dead. Those who are alive will die in a few years. Who are the people underground behind me? Xiruo, you know better than me. Now, after all, it is just a handful of loess. Even if he faces great rivers and mountains, can he still reach out and grab it? Life spans are like a fleeting moment. Seize what is in front of you, cherish what you love, and forget about the past. Don’t wait until you are old to regret it. I regret it only after I die. I haven’t read many books, so I can only express it in pale words. If you can listen, just listen. If you can’t, forget it."
Telling what he had been thinking, Meng Xinghe sat on the bluestone in front of the small slope. He looked into the distance and said: "I am also considered a person who has died once. If I can see the blue sky and white water again, it is God's blessing." Meng Xinghe hissed. He looked a little lonely. In vain. He grinned and said: "Aunt Yun, we can't go back tonight. We might as well spend the night on the mountain in Yiguanzhong."
Aunt Yun came to him and sat down next to him. She smiled and said, "I don't care."
How can you steal my lines? Meng Xinghe moved his body very close to Aunt Yun. He said a little cynically: "Xi Ruo. Earlier you said you were willing to marry someone who would kneel down for you. Does it count?"
His words made Aunt Yun blush. She didn't dare to look Meng Xinghe in the eyes. But she didn't act like usual, and whenever Meng Xinghe had any evil intentions towards her, she would give him a lesson. Aunt Yun laughed at herself: " Meng Xinghe. You are really willing to marry me."
"If you are willing to marry, I will marry you." Meng Xinghe answered seriously. He didn't know what made him say such words in front of Aunt Yun.
"Where's Mengdie? Marry me. Where will you put her?" Aunt Yun smiled sadly. She believed that Mengdie was not only a demonic obstacle that she couldn't let go of, but also the most vulnerable place in Meng Xinghe's heart.
Meng Xinghe pulled a piece of dogtail grass from the side and held it in his mouth. It was unclear whether he was frivolous or serious. He gave people a sense of calmness and wisdom beyond his age.
Then, Meng Xinghe seemed to be possessed by a ghost. He couldn't help but stretched out his hands to hold Aunt Yun in his arms. Before Aunt Yun could resist, Meng Xinghe kissed her on the tip of her eyebrow.