The night in Chang'an is so quiet today. You can clearly hear the rustling of autumn insects, and you can easily distinguish the different sounds of footsteps.
In Mrs. Guo Guo's house in Xuanyangfang, Yang Huahua was sitting in front of the bronze mirror in a daze. Suddenly, she was reminded of memories from more than ten years ago. It was sweet, bitter, and full of indescribable taste. Li Kuo, this
The young man's impact on her was too strong, and the tone and demeanor of his words were exactly the same as that person's at that time. "If we, the Tang Dynasty, want our legacy to be passed down through the ages, we must bloom in due course!" One impassioned statement captured her heart.
In my own heart, I am really an idiot!
Biting her lip, Yang Huahua actually shed a line of tears. The oath she made too much turned into a lie, and she promised too much but found that she couldn't fulfill it. She had loved him for seventeen years and thought about him for seventeen years.
I hated him for seventeen years, but in the end I found out that it was just a dream.
"Madam, madam, please don't be sad." The personal maid Yingqiu handed over the handkerchief at the right time and comforted her. "I have been gone for so many years, and it's time for you to let it go. If you don't think about others, how can you not think about others?"
Master, would you like to think about it?"
"Who said I cried? I didn't cry!" Yang Huahua snatched the Juanpa, wiped the tears on her cheeks, and turned away stubbornly.
"Alas." Yingqiu sighed softly: "Madam, everyone has to look forward. Haven't you and the young master survived so many difficult days? Now that life is getting better, you should be happy."
"Yingqiu, how many years have you been following me?" Yang Huahua said in a low voice, taking a deep breath.
Although Yingqiu didn't know why her master suddenly asked about this matter, after thinking about it for a while, she still answered truthfully: "Including this year, it has been eighteen years. One year before Madam got married, the old lady sent Qiu'er to serve you.
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"Yes, you have been with me for seventeen years, I am really old." Yang Huahua muttered silently, as if he had lost his soul.
"Madam, how do you look old?" Yingqiu couldn't bear to see her master's haggard appearance, so she placed a bronze mirror in front of Yang Huahua and said, "Look at your skin, even a girl who is twenty or eight years old can't compare to you;
Look at your black hair, even His Majesty is amazed. And this..."
Waving her hand to interrupt Yingqiu's kind words, Yang Huahua smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone will grow old, how can I escape? I am not afraid of aging, but once a woman ages and loses her beauty, she loses her value.
I will be thrown aside like garbage by men. If I lose this face, who else can be bold enough to mediate for the Yang family?"
Yingqiu saw her master's true feelings and said aggrievedly: "I really feel bad for you. The Yang family's life has come to this day, and the concubine naturally deserves the most credit. But without your mediation, nothing can be done."
So neat? Not only does the Second Master not know how to be grateful to you, he also forces you to go, go..."
"You still don't understand." The corner of Yang Huahua's mouth became colder and colder: "We women have to rely on our family in this world. Even though you are so beautiful, a man can make you fall to the bottom with just one sentence."
"I don't believe that all men are so ruthless. The young man of the Li family looks like a responsible person!" Yingqiu pursed her lips and defended herself. "He is well-spoken at a young age. He is both civil and military, easy-going and courteous.
, and so handsome!”
"Him?" Yang Huahua was stunned and seemed to be muttering to herself: "Is he really willing to work for the Yang family?"
"That's natural. If you praise him so much and promise him such a good job, he can't see the good or the bad? Who doesn't know that the power of the Yang family is at its peak, and it's easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree, even the president's baby is clear
Understand this principle."
Will he really work for the Yang family? From the first moment she saw Li Kuo, Yang Huahua knew that he was not a person who was willing to be inferior to others. But what if it was just for her? The red candles in the room were swaying, and Yang Huahua's eyes were
Gradually it becomes hazy and blurry.
...
It's late at night, and there are no pedestrians on the usually bustling streets. The watchman is breathing hard, rubbing his eyes, banging the gong and telling the time. In autumn, the weather has cooled down, and a pair of coarse work clothes is no longer enough.
To keep out the cold, the watchman couldn't help but shiver, and he had already greeted the female ancestor in charge of Duzhi Langguan in his heart. Turning into an alley, he suddenly felt a black shadow flash past, rubbed his eyes and looked around
But he didn't notice anything strange. Damn it. He cursed to himself and walked forward again.
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of fire and candles. The sky is dry and things are dry..."
At the same time, a masked man in tight night clothes was running quickly on the adjacent rooftop. The houses in Chang'an were lined up one after another, one after another, which provided him with great convenience.
The cloth boots he wore seemed to be made of special materials, and he made no sound at all as he ran. He seemed to be extremely familiar with the route and terrain, and he didn't even need to stop to discern the direction as he headed north together.
Darkness is the best camouflage, and silence is the best cover. Nocturnal travelers have no worries that their whereabouts will be discovered. At this time, no normal person would go to the roof to look at the stars.
After about a cup of tea, he stopped, looked around at the buildings around him, and jumped into a brightly lit courtyard.
This is the backyard of Yala Restaurant in Xishi City, which seems a bit deserted late at night. Night travelers slowly walked towards the main hall, and when they got to the door, they knocked three times and refused to make any sound.
"Who is it? It's already closed." The waiter teased impatiently. He was already angry when the shopkeeper left him in the front hall to look at the store. Now that he can't even sleep on a wooden bench, how can he not be angry?
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"Dong, dong, dong." There were three more soft sounds, and all fell into silence.
"Who the hell is going on forever!" The waiter fastened the belt of his middle coat and ran to the back door in a few steps. He cursed and unlatched the door, and the waiter looked at the night traveler in front of him with shock on his face.
The night traveler knocked on the door three more times as if joking, and then pulled the towel off his face.
"Go and call your shopkeeper." The night traveler has a dark face, a high nose, and sunken eye sockets. He has a long head and a narrow face, and his bun is curved into an upward arc on his forehead. He is obviously not from the Central Plains. (Note 1
) The most terrifying thing is that there is a long light red scar on the left side of his face from under the eyelid to the lower jaw. Under the print of the oil lamp, it looks like a living thing, squirming.
"Alas, alas." The waiter was so frightened that he backed away as if seeing a ghost, and rolled and crawled towards the back hall.
The night traveler placed a horizontal knife he wore on the square table, took out a mare's milk belt from his waist and drank it straight away. The scabbard of the horizontal knife was faintly rusty, and seemed to be plated with a layer of patina. The handle of the knife
A moderately deep gap was created, and after being tied with oil and hemp rope a few times, it was barely usable. However, the owner of the knife seemed not to care about it, and carried it with him at all times, placing it in the most conspicuous place.
Location.
"How can you, a distinguished guest from Shambhala, not try the wine from your hometown?" The shopkeeper of Yala Hotel nodded lightly and walked from the backyard, presenting a pot of fine highland barley wine. (Note 2)
The night traveler shook his head lightly: "The wind in Chang'an is too warm and too soft. I'm afraid that the eagle soaring in the blue sky has gradually lost its spirit and turned into a gray bird willing to be mediocre." After saying this, he said nothing and drank alone.
Liquor in a mare's milk bag.
"Holy Buddha, the blood you gave flows in my body, and the power you gave bursts out in my body. Wherever the sun rises, there is Shambhala. I have never forgotten the true meaning of the scriptures, and they are present all the time.
Influencing the ignorant mortals around me. Now the Holy Envoy doubts the loyalty of your followers. I am only willing to prove myself with blood!" The shopkeeper turned around, clasped his hands, and chanted devoutly towards the west.
"That's enough!" The night traveler couldn't stand the shopkeeper's pretentiousness, and interrupted with a foul language: "Zanpu sent me here just to tell you. There are troops waiting in the west. Don't forget what you should do, otherwise
Even if Zanpu spares you, your soul will not be able to ascend to Shambhala after death!"
Note 1: This is the appearance characteristic of Tibetan people. I specifically checked the paper "An Examination of the Appearance of Tibetan People in Sichuan" and summarized the characteristics.
Note 2: Shambhala: "Shambhala" is the transliteration of Tibetan, and is also translated as "Shangri-La", which means "Ultimate Paradise". It is the mythical world mentioned in Buddhism and the birthplace of Kalachakra Buddhism.
ps: This chapter Liu Yun was very difficult to write. I have no choice but to have limited knowledge and have checked a lot of information about Tubo and Tibetology. Well, is there a sense of freshness? Is the pace getting faster and faster?
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