On the seventh day of October, the Beginning of Winter, together with the Beginning of Spring, Summer and Autumn, are collectively known as the Four Lis, a major festival of the Han family.
There is no winter in Nanli, but the 'Beginning of Winter' ceremony is still grand. Fenglong personally led all the ministers to the altar in the northern suburbs of Phoenix City to preside over the ceremony of welcoming the winter. In addition to welcoming the winter weather, the royal family will also hold another ceremony on this day.
A sacrifice is held to reward the souls in heaven of those who sacrificed their lives for the country, and to ask the deceased to protect the living beings. Afterwards, the emperor will issue a benevolent edict to support the martyrs' families and children, thereby encouraging the subjects to resist external humiliation.
This happens every year, and this year is no exception. Ren Xiaofu and Xiao Zai are not only the royal family, but they are also titled nobles. They must attend such a major festival.
The ceremony was solemn, and every move represented the royal majesty. As the etiquette officer sang, everyone from Fenglong on down meticulously saluted and paid homage, except Ren Xiaozai, who was distracted from beginning to end... 'September 8th,
The Yipinchao, the chaos in Jingcheng, and the fire in Yan Palace shocked the world. The Hongbo Mansion had already received the news, but she didn't care about any of this. She only wanted to know the whereabouts of Song Yang.
The situation of her sister all fell into the eyes of Ren Churong. Princess Chenghe felt distressed. Moreover...she was also worried. She mobilized Dayan's useful informants and tried her best to find out. The only news about Song Yang was that her whereabouts were unknown.
It has been a month since the accident. Based on the distance traveled, if he was still alive, should he have fled to Zhiqiao? But there is no news.
Ren Churong sighed and reached out to pat his sister.
The little catcher turned back, his always bright and shining eyes dimmed. Winter has come, and you still refuse to come back.
The ceremony was long and boring until the sky was getting dark and the ceremony official sang to announce the end of "Welcome the Winter". However, everyone could not leave yet. There was one last step left. The emperor wanted to share the sacrificial mutton with everyone.
According to Nanli custom, at the beginning of winter, every household has to eat a meal of mutton... So in the past few days, Er Sha, who was still on the boat, was always saying: If you don't go back, the business will be delayed.
In the past, this time every year was the best time for Mr. Liu's business.
Song Yang was right next to Er Sha, leaning on the side of the boat and watching the sunset. He comforted her with helplessness: "You don't have to think about it this year. It will be good to go home next winter solstice."
Er Sha was unhappy: "Are you trying to comfort people?"
Fleeing eastward into the sea greatly shortened the distance to escape. Once on the boat, it was truly safe. However, it was also because of the sea voyage that the time for them to return was greatly extended. First, the boat had no other power and could only rely on the wind, which was very slow.
Another thing is that the southeast of Nali is not connected to the sea, but a large area of wild mountains and tropical rain forests. After they land, they still have to trek for a long time. It takes a year to do it. It is nothing new.
The sea was extremely calm, the setting sun reflected the clear waves, and the sound of the flute on the boat was melodious...
Within a month, Su Hang had become familiar with everyone else. Apart from Song Yang and Hu Hu, she and Shi Xiaoxiao got along best with each other, not because the monk knew more or had a good appearance, but because he was proficient in music. Basically
, as long as Su Hang can hum a tune, Shi Xiaoxiao can play it on the flute.
The sound of the flute floating on the boat at this moment comes from another world in reincarnation.
"In the reincarnation of the mortal world, who is lingering in the sound, laughing at me infatuatedly, the ordinary people, and the care that is always difficult to understand..." Following the sound of the flute, Su Hang hummed softly, occasionally looking at Song Yang, and sent
A smile that only he can understand.
The same sea and different sky, she can bring a song, but she cannot bring a world.
The sound of the flute was repeated and melodious, but Su Hang got tired of singing. He shook his head and stopped humming. He asked Shi Xiaoxiao: "Monk, flute, sweetheart?"
The monk would play the flute no matter what, and everyone could see it. Shi Xiaoxiao smiled and did not deny it.
"Tell me about it, I've never heard you mention it." Song Yang came over, Su Hang held his hand and pulled him to sit down together.
Shi Xiaoxiao did not rush to answer, but asked: "What tune is this and what are the words?"
"The song is called Dream Chaser!" Su Hang replied happily. As she spoke, she took out a pen and paper from her bag and quickly wrote the lyrics. It is worth mentioning that she has a 'pencil' and has the craftsmanship of a carpenter in Yan State.
, scraped the carbon strips into the thickness of lead core, and then glued them on the wood veneer. When painting, Suhang did not forget to draw a few deers on the penholder.
Su Hang handed over the lyrics and said with a smile: "If you like it, we will teach you how to sing." The monk looked at the paper Su Hang handed over and shook his head. The lyrics are beautiful, but they were written 'more than a thousand years ago'
In Shi Xiaoxiao's eyes, it still seemed too weird, and he didn't want to learn.
However, Shi Xiaoxiao folded the lyrics and put them away. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and then suddenly said: "Ling Nuantang." As he said this, he pointed to the word 'Tang' on the piccolo in his hand.
After saying this name, Shi Xiaoxiao seemed to relax all of a sudden, and... became softer, from his eyes to his expression: "Ling Yun, Tang Di."
"I know." Nan Rong Youquan was not far away. She was listening to the monk's flute attentively. Although Shi Xiaoxiao spoke softly at this moment, she did not deliberately lower it. She heard the four words just now clearly.
Interface: "The Ling family has been passed down from generation to generation and is good at making three instruments: qin, Xiao and flute."
Su Hang seemed to understand, and asked tentatively: "A family that makes musical instruments?"
Nan Rong nodded. She was good at dancing and knew a lot about music. 'Ling Yun' originated from Nanli and was famous in the Han Dynasty. It was a golden brand. She had heard about it for a long time and walked up to join in the chat: "Ling Yun"
Among the younger generation of the family, Ling Nuantang is the most popular flute maker, and the flutes handled by her will all have a name, called 'Tang Flute'. I heard...she is about the same age as Mr. Shi."
When she spoke, she had a smile on her face. Whether it was Nan Rong or Su Hang, no matter how great their abilities or weird temperament, they were all the same as Xiao Jiu at heart, they were so happy from the bottom of their hearts when they got involved in 'gossip'.
Four years ago, a new store called 'Ling Yun' opened on the bustling street in Hongcheng, just a few steps away from the ruined temple built by Shi Xiaoxiaoqing. The person in charge of this new store was Ling Nuantang, who was sent by the Ling family.
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Where there is Nanrong, Heikou Yao is naturally indispensable. Ayiguo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, unable to tell whether he was nervous or excited: "Ling Nuantang, has your child slept with her?" This kind of sarcastic question was the only one she could ask.
It can be concluded, but as soon as she asked the question, the eyes of the other two women also lit up, obviously extremely curious about the answer.
Shi Xiaoxiao was an expert and didn't take it seriously. He just shook his head: "It's not what you think. I only said six words to her. In short... After seeing her, my heart is confused. It makes no sense."
Shi Xiaoxiao didn't go into too many details about it. All everyone could be sure of was that the "hue in the heart" that the monk couldn't see through was named Ling.
Ayiguo frowned, feeling helpless at such an unclear and unclear story; Nanrong was filled with curiosity, and just because of a few glances, Wuyan, who had practiced Zen since childhood, and whose wisdom roots had been planted early,
The master wondered what such a woman would be like; Su Hang was a little lost, and said in a light tone: "Isn't it good to be a monk? I have nothing to worry about. I will be happier than you are now."
Shi Xiaoxiao smiled, but was not happy: "It's good to be a monk. I like being a monk. Without her, I would still be Wuyan, but with her, I would be nothing... I don't know."
At this time, the gong on the boat sounded, which was the signal for dinner. To the surprise of the fleeing people, today's dinner was no longer fish, but mutton. Suhang looked proud, she had prepared it when she planned to go to sea.
Yes, although it is at sea, the winter solstice is the winter solstice, and you must have a meal to suit the occasion.
It is very similar to the dinner on the ship. Every household in Nanli also sits together. Every festival is a day to reward themselves. No matter how hard life is, at the beginning of winter, they must be happy and have a meal of mutton...mutton
The aroma of it penetrated the Imperial Master's nose, making him swallow his saliva involuntarily.
In an unknown small village, the Imperial Master had been hiding for three whole days.
An arm was broken, a vicious wound was opened on his stomach, and a gunshot penetrated his left chest. On Yanziping, the Imperial Master was seriously injured.
His cultivation is terrifying, and his poison skills are astonishing, but in the final analysis, Yan Ding is still a human being, he is not a god. After suffering such a serious injury, he can't go anywhere. He can only hide in the mountains, endure, and wait until the end of autumn.
Barely able to move.
It's just 'moving', and his cultivation level is less than half of it. Even a few farmers can beat him to death with a pole.
So Yan Ding was very careful. He only escaped the barbarians when he walked out of the mountain. He didn't know how many people were hunting for him in Nanli. After entering this village a few days ago, he lurked down and stole
When he got some food, he waited patiently. There were two reasons why he stopped moving forward. The wound on his left chest not only failed to heal, but was getting worse. At this rate, he couldn't hold on for long;
, there is a small temple on the edge of the village.
After careful observation for three days, it was determined that this deserted village did not have much contact with the outside world. The two monks in the small temple were also honest people. They only worshiped Buddha and chanted sutras every day. Yan Ding finally made up his mind and tried to use a steady pace.
, walked to the temple and knocked on the door... Early the next morning, a monk in the temple hurried out with a letter in his arms, rushing to the big temple in Qingguo Town, a hundred miles away.
The national master is proficient in Buddhism. It is easy to deceive two honest monks who have no knowledge. The other party completely believes in him. They only think that he is an ascetic monk who contracted a strange disease in the mountains. I, the Buddha, are merciful and will do good to all the down-and-out people.
In order to help him, not to mention the eminent monk who is also a disciple of my Buddha, the monks of the small temple immediately agreed to deliver letters and letters for him and invited the eminent monk's fellow disciples to come over.
That night, the Imperial Preceptor was rescued and returned to Qingguo Town, but the small temple in the deserted village caught fire inexplicably, and two monks died tragically in the fire... Being in enemy territory, the Imperial Preceptor's whereabouts must not be leaked.
Seven days later, Hua Xiaofei arrived at Qingguo Town.
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It’s the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve. Almost three months have passed since the disaster of Yipinchao. Jingcheng has regained a lot of vitality. The sound of firecrackers is booming. Every household has put aside their worries and immersed themselves in the joy.
The gardens on the outskirts of the city were also decorated with lights, and the palace maids and eunuchs were busy coming and going in auspicious costumes... However, it was difficult to see the slightest joy on their faces, which was inconsistent with the red lights of the palace. Ever since he was inspecting Jingcheng and fainted under a curse, Jingtai
If you are seriously ill and cannot afford it, no matter how hard the imperial doctor racks his brains, it will not help.
The condition was getting worse day by day, and everyone felt that Long Live would no longer be able to hold on. The emperor was about to die, and no one dared to smile.
Every day, Jingtai would be awake for at least a moment, staring blankly at the door, as if waiting for someone else. He would not pay attention to others, let alone mention 'posterity', and at most he would mutter a few words to the little bug.
What.
The ministers have begun to discuss the candidate for the 'new emperor'. The prince originally appointed by Jingtai has now become a cripple and has been quietly excluded. If a cripple is chosen to be the emperor of Yan, the royal dignity will be at stake.
Where? Externally, it will attract countless ridicules, but internally, it will be difficult to win the support of the people.
Most of them were lame, and only the fourth, seventh and ninth princes were left. However, the fourth prince had been crazy since he was a child, and his energy was even worse than that of Jingtai. However, the seventh prince was too honest and seemed to have some psychological problems.
Even though he is a prince, his eyes are wandering and evasive when talking to others, so how can he bear the weight of the country? As for Lao Jiu, he is smart and clever, but it is a pity that he is a bit too young...
The Spring Festival was celebrated everywhere, and everywhere there were Han people there was a scene of joy, but the palace in Bieyuan was lifeless.
Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose up on the official road leading directly to the Villa. Within a moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and a large cart was moving at an extremely fast speed. The six horses pulling the cart were galloping like lightning. The driver was an old man in his fifties or sixties. Although he was young,
He is old, but when anyone sees his appearance, two words will come to mind: Lion!
His body is majestic, his body is strong, his beard and hair are fluttering in the wind, and his facial features are calm and self-impressive.
The newly promoted chief officer of the Forbidden Army who had just taken office frowned immediately when he received the report. The Bieyuan was far simpler than the Yan Palace, but the garrison was even stricter. There were troops stationed from dozens of miles away, and they were checking all kinds of people so that they could not get close.
But allowed this big car to pass calmly?
When the chief official rushed to the palace gate, the cart also arrived. Before the chief official could say anything, the old man took out a golden sign from his arms and threw it into his arms: "Look carefully!"
Just like his majestic appearance, the old man's voice was like muffled thunder, making people's ears numb.
The chief officer held the gold medal and was surprised when he took a closer look.
The late Emperor Yanguang once bestowed a "Ruyi Gold Medal", and the holder of it would be as if I were personally present wherever he went, and the subjects should kneel down and bow down to greet him as if he were a king. In this dynasty, Jingtai also awarded a similar gold medal, and it was in the hands of the old man.
It was one of them. After the Forbidden Army general identified it as authentic, he immediately fell to his knees and held up the gold medal with both hands to worship the original owner.
The old man's words were concise and concise: "Open the door, lead the way, and meet the driver!"
The palace gate opened wide and the carriage drove in, led by the chief officer himself. The old man took the reins until he reached Jingtai Palace, jumped from the carriage and walked quickly to the back of the carriage, tearing up the curtain. There was actually a sedan parked in the carriage.
, the old man did not need help from others, he easily carried the sedan chair by himself and strode towards the palace.
The commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army was responsible for his duties. He rushed to stop him and asked: "In the sedan chair..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sedan curtain swayed, and another gold medal flew out and fell into his hands...the second Ruyi gold medal!
The two gold medals were in the hands of the old man and the man in the sedan. The chief officer immediately got out of the way without saying any nonsense. When he entered the palace, the old man held the gold medal high and exhaled: "Everyone, get out!" After that,
Then he turned to look at the little insect and said in a softer voice: "You stay."
Everyone left, and only the old man, the people in the sedan chair, Xiao Chong and Emperor Jingtai who was unconscious in bed were left in the palace. After a moment, the sound of Xiao Chong crying suddenly came, but this cry was full of...
Full of joy!
On New Year's Eve, Jingtai was dying, and the national teacher returned seriously injured!
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The sturdy old man of unknown origin, the long-lost Ruyi gold medal, soon the officials of Dayan got the news, and rushed to the villa one after another to gather in front of the palace, but the door was closed tightly, and the emperor's personal eunuch, Xiaochongzi, knelt down
In front of the door, he raised his hands above his head, holding two gold medals in his hands, blocking everyone outside.
In the big house, two top figures teamed up to save Jingtai.
The Imperial Master is still injured and only has one hand left. He must have someone to help him when rescuing people. His best helper in the world is none other than Hua Xiaofei.
Following the hoarse orders, Hua Xiaofei moved needles, applied medicine, or used internal force to open key points and loosen blood congestion with extremely fast movements... Everything seemed to be in order, and he looked like he was "in control of winning". However, the two old men had leaks on their foreheads.
The cold sweat was enough to show the seriousness of his condition.
Six hours later, at three o'clock in the morning, Jingtai's body suddenly started to tremble like chaff. He just lay on the bed, spitting out several mouthfuls of foul-smelling black blood, and then fell asleep again. And the Imperial Master's eyes finally changed.
Have to relax a little.
Hua Xiaofei let out a long breath, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled at the Imperial Master: "Finally in time, if we come back three days later, there will be no hope." After saying that, he lowered his voice slightly: "But...
…”
The national master's medical skills were much higher than Hua Xiaofei's. Of course he understood what he wanted to say and nodded immediately: "I know." Jingtai was originally strong, but after this severe injury, his physical condition was greatly reduced. Now he is revived.
But it was unavoidable that it would greatly shorten the lifespan. Hua Xiaofei said no more, fetched some water, wiped away the blood and cleaned up for Jingtai.
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Four hours later, as the sun set in the west, all the ministers remained in place, waiting anxiously. Finally, there was a series of creaking sounds on the door hinges, and the palace door opened. To everyone's surprise, the door opened.
The person who came out turned out to be Emperor Jingtai, who is today long live, but yesterday he was still waiting for death.
His face was still weak and his eyes were slightly dim, but the expression on his face had become lively, and there was a lot of vitality between his eyebrows. Jingtai looked very happy. As soon as he left the palace, before the ministers could even greet him, he took the initiative to look up.
Shen Yiyi said: "I have worked hard these days, everyone!"
How dare you honor this etiquette? The ministers hurriedly knelt on the ground. Regardless of whether it was true or false, everyone cried bitterly. Blessed by the ancestors of ***, Long Live the Dragon is safe and sound. Jingtai turned away from his usual domineering behavior and stepped forward in person regardless of his physical weakness.
Helping Zhuge Xiaoyu, there was always a smile on his face, and the happiness from the bottom of his heart made him lively! When he went to help Zhuge Xiaoyu, he whispered: "There is no need to do those two things I ordered you to do.
,let it go."
Then, Jingtai pulled Wen Jinqian up and said with a smile: "That court meeting has also been postponed. There is no need to mention it again!"
Zhuge Xiaoyu and Wen Jinqian looked at each other in confusion. Neither of them knew the secret order the other had received, but they both clearly felt that their emperor seemed to have really changed his temper after a serious illness...
At this time, deep in the palace, in the shadows that could not be seen by outsiders, Hua Xiaofei smiled softly to the Imperial Master: "This child is lawless, so I will listen to you."
"He has a bit of a crazy temper, but he is not stupid after all. He knows better than anyone what the order between the world and revenge should be. He just ignores it when he loses his temper." The Imperial Master also laughed, and then changed the subject, hoarsely.
Voice: "Thank you for your hard work this time."
Hua Xiaofei was smiling at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly became more serious and responded: "Your Highness is serious."
The Imperial Master's face was always rotten, and he couldn't see much expression, but deep in his cloudy eyes, there was a serious look: "I must thank you...Xiao Fei, do you know what I am most afraid of?
"After saying that, without waiting for Hua Xiaofei to answer, Yan Ding answered in a deep voice: "You get black hair with your white hair. The thing I fear most in this world is: I am still alive, but he is dead."