Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 208: The Spring Rain Outside the City Is Like Muddy Te
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
As time goes by, the city of Chang'an has really calmed down. Those who have passed away have not been forgotten, but have been placed deep in their hearts. In the seemingly lively and joyful streets and alleys, there is a force invisible to the naked eye.
Calmly accumulate and be ready to explode at any time.
The officials at the court debated political affairs fiercely. Some military generals were impatient to bring it up again and came forward to propose a new plan. This triggered a new round of debate. A few months ago, the governor of Chang'an was promoted to the rank of Shangguan, a bachelor of Yinghua Palace.
Master Yang Yu, squinting his triangular eyes and holding his sparse goatee, started fighting again with the Ministry of Household officials.
A childish boy sat on the throne and listened to the debate of the ministers. It was obvious that there were many things he could not understand, but his expression was very focused and calm. Only his bright yellow clothes, which were slightly wrinkled, were held in his two small hands.
Only then did he reveal his nervousness and confusion.
His Majesty, the newly enthroned Emperor, must have been a playful child among the people. His ability to perform such a calm manner has already made the ministers in the court very satisfied. Whenever they think about this, they look at the wheelchair beside the throne.
His gaze became even more admiring.
That wheelchair was very ordinary. When placed in the solemn and magnificent palace hall, it looked a bit dazzling. However, it was no longer dazzling because of the scholar sitting in the wheelchair.
The scholar was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket and holding an old book in his hand. He did not listen to the proceedings in the court and just read the book quietly as usual. However, the attention of many people in the hall was actually always on him.
Even if a scholar just frowns when he is tired from reading, it will lead to a lot of speculation.
The same is true for the little emperor. He can sit on the throne properly, endure boring government affairs, and at least be focused and calm, naturally because the teacher is beside him.
That scholar is his teacher.
Senior brother of the Academy.
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After the court meeting ended, the relevant memorials and files were not sent to the imperial study. Instead, they were sent to a side hall deep in the palace. At the same time, the young emperor himself arrived.
Li Yu then lived in this side hall. Today in the Tang Dynasty, with the death of the empress, there are no longer any disputes between the two factions. All officials have spent their energy on government affairs and war preparations, and the academy has no interest in handling state affairs.
She also has no ability. As the imperial sister, she is naturally the most suitable candidate.
Now she has to correct memorials and check files every day, and the most important thing is to teach His Majesty how to handle government affairs. The Queen was right before she left, she only has one younger brother now.
The academy did not place any restrictions on her movements, but for some reasons, Li Yu rarely left the palace after moving into it. As for the courtiers who were loyal to her, she had never seen them before.
Rain fell on the palace. After the officials walked out of the hall, some couldn't help but look into the depths of the palace with expressions of emotion. More people nodded to the imperial study room not far away before leaving the palace.
After a long time, the door of the imperial study room slowly opened. Ning Que cleaned his hands in the copper basin held by the palace maid, thanked him, picked up the umbrella next to the door, and walked into the rain.
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The rain at this time no longer had any chill, it was just lingering. Moreover, the rain today was very light, so there was no need to hold an umbrella. Walking on the wet street was very special.
Ning Que couldn't leave the city now, so he was used to walking around the city with both feet. He went to Laobi Zhai and found that the courtyard wall had been repaired, but the old cat had gone nowhere. Then he returned to Yanming Lake.
In the house, looking at the thin willows by the lake and the lotus leaves holding dewdrops, I remained silent for a long time as before.
The senior brother is in the palace, the second senior brother is guarding the academy, and the third senior sister has left. Master Huang Yang has not recovered since he was seriously injured by the master. He left Chang'an City the day before yesterday. He said he wanted to go to Xuankong Temple again, but this time it was not for
To practice Buddhism, you should ask those Buddhist disciples to solve some of the questions in your mind.
Many people die or leave, but there are always people who are concerned or attached to her. However, as Ning Que once thought, except for the cats in Laobi Zhai and the lotus flowers in Yanming Lake, not many people still remember Sangsang.
The yellow-haired Sang Sang, the black Sang Sang, the hard-working Sang Sang, the Sang Sang you can hold in your arms in the summer, the ugly Sang Sang, are all the Sang Sang who are easily forgotten, she is too inconspicuous, no matter she is Pluto’s
The daughter is still the descendant of the light or the clone of Haotian, and she disappeared like this.
The maid sent a letter. Ning Que tore open the envelope and looked at it. He found that it was a receipt from the letter bureau, and inside it was a counterfeited banknote. He looked at the banknote, thought of many things, and closed his eyes.
, and thinking of many things, he felt more and more like a prisoner in Chang'an City, and it became difficult to breathe.
He thought for a long time, finally walked out of the yard, looked at the driver in front of the black carriage and said: "I want you to be my driver, no matter how I look at it, I feel a little wronged."
That coachman was Wang Jinglue.
Xu Shida
After the general died in the battle, he rushed back to Chang'an at night and night to report the news, and then stayed at the military headquarters. For some reason, he now became Ning Que's coachman.
Wang Jinglue said indifferently: "As long as you can fulfill your promise, I will do anything."
Ning Que said: "It must be possible."
Wang Jinglue asked: "Where to go?"
Ning Que said: "South City Gate."
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The black carriage walked silently on the streets in the rain.
Not long after, we arrived at the South City Gate.
The carriage stopped in the city gate for a long time. The rainwater on the walls of the carriage gradually dried up, and there was no movement. It was not clear whether the people in the carriage wanted to enter the city or not.
The soldiers of the City Gate Department and the surrounding vendors now all know this black carriage, because in recent days, this carriage has often stopped at the city gate for a long time.
Many people's eyes fell on this black carriage, wanting to see if it would leave the city today.
Time passes gradually.
Wang Jinglue said: "There are actually many places to visit in the city."
Ning Que didn't speak in the car, holding the letter tightly in his hand, but he seemed to see the Queen jumping down in front of his eyes. He once again truly experienced that feeling.
"Let's go." he said.
Wang Jinglue picked up the reins, prepared to turn the carriage around, and asked, "Where are we going?"
Ning Que said: "Leave the city."
Wang Jinglue's hand holding the reins froze slightly and said, "Are you sure?"
Ning Que said: "If I don't even dare to go ten miles outside the city, how can I kill people thousands of miles away in the future?"
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Ten miles south of Chang'an City, there is Li Pavilion, a large area of grass, and many cemeteries.
Ning Que first went to the tomb where His Majesty and the Queen were buried together, and then went to the military cemetery, where many soldiers who died in battle were buried. Then he cleared the grass and came to the tombs of his masters Yan Se and Wei Guangming.
"When you left, you should have seen a lot of the future, but why do people always have to wait until they die to see it? What does that mean to us living people?"
After saying these words, he walked to the left and came to the newly built tomb.
This stone tomb is very small, as small as Sangsang.
Because there were only a few maid's clothes in the tomb, half a box of silver notes and two boxes of Chen Jinji powder.
Zeng Jing and his wife stood in front of the tomb with support. Mrs. Zeng Jing's eyes were very red and swollen. She must have been crying in front of the tomb for a long time. The servants of the Bachelor's Mansion were cleaning the incense candles around them.
Ning Que stepped forward and said respectfully: "Father-in-law, you'd better take your mother-in-law back first."
Academician Zeng Jing did not expect to see him outside the city. He was shocked at first, and then when he understood the reason, he burst into tears and patted his shoulder with relief.
The people from the Bachelor's Mansion have returned to the city.
Ning Que stood alone in front of Sangsang's grave.
He took out the letter from his arms, tore the bank note in half, burned one half of the note in front of the grave along with the receipt, and carefully put the other half back into his arms.
Then he leaves.
The black carriage approached Chang'an City.
He sat in the carriage, listening to the rain beating on the window, and remained silent.
Suddenly a wind came from the north.
In this deep wind, there is too much northern loess, and when it is soaked by the rain, it turns into yellow mud.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, flowing on the city wall to the ground, like a yellow curtain falling.
He thought of the earthen walls of Weicheng.
That banknote was sent to Weicheng.
In the years since he came to Chang'an, Sang Sang would send banknotes to Weicheng every month.
But this receipt said: No such person found.
Yes, there is no one in Weicheng for a long time.
Sangsang is no longer here either.
Ning Que cried bitterly.
He jumped out of the carriage and walked into the rain.
The rain fell on his face, muddying his tears.
The black carriage followed him behind.
Pedestrians hurriedly taking shelter from the rain looked at this strange scene and asked in confusion: "Why don't you take a car? This is not the time to enjoy the rain. How dirty is it? p>
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Ning Que wiped the water from his face, pointed at the willow tree beside the official road that was still green despite being beaten by mud and rain, and said, "But, this is heaven, isn't it?"