Eastward Flow

sixteen

There was silence in the Chaohui Hall, and something emptied the heart, and the heartbeat plummeted with the temperature, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. The Queen listened to Zhong Li’s speech, but felt very cold.

Yes, she never thought that if Her Majesty didn’t choose to serve the country, then they would still be together now. The heavy rain in the summer season has made the whole Wanzhou grainless, and the blizzard of the previous year has become an opportunity for some people. While the army went north, the emperor with only the golden robe guard couldn’t resist the soldiers and horses of a state, and was finally captured by the rebels in Yuanzhou City.

The rebellion came suddenly, and it was instantly ignited by the Hagiwara fire and rolled to the central states of Chu. Q Jingyu dispatched reinforcements in time, but was blocked by the cold water shore. After such a delay, she would never see Zhong Lishuo again.

She didn’t even leave anything about Zhong Lishuo, everything in Zhong Lishuo disappeared with the fire.

If Her Majesty does not have a kingdom, according to the strength of the Jinpao Guard at that time, she must be able to **** her to the shore of Liangshui, and they will meet again. Why should we die? Death is not the best option.

q Jing Yan admired Zhong Lishuo, who was an emperor, and stayed at home, but he longed for them to meet again in the burden of humiliation.

It wasn’t until the Barbarians who had traced northward were expelled from Lanzhou, took the Chuan Guoyuxi from Su Yanqing, and took back the country, she began to accept the fact that Emperor Zhao was no longer there.

It was not difficult for Ping Jing to accept death, because her father, mother, and her aunt died on the battlefield. Death is sparse and commonplace on the battlefield for soldiers.

Because no matter how you cry and mourn, people who can’t come back will never come back.

Therefore, Jingjing did not cry. She carried the rivers and mountains left by Emperor Zhaodi, carried her volunteers, and carried everything.

But she never thought about it. It turned out that Zhong Lishuo didn’t want to live, but couldn’t live.

Sitting on a dragon chair, Jing Jing looked at the bell that was choking under the steps and left the curtain, trying to suppress his emotions, and asked, “What about the letter?”

“Chen … Chen has been brought over.” Zhong Li curtain raised his hand and wiped his tears, and pulled out a brief book from the cuff.

P Jingxi came out after the case, reached out to receive the letter, and hurriedly opened it to see. Zhong Li curtain wiped her tears and looked up to see her seemingly calm but trembling body, crying and said, “The minister has ordered people to bring those two back from South Xinjiang, but half a month will be able to go to Yuanzhou. In their hands, Her Majesty would know by then whether or not Chen said what was true. “

Zhong Li curtain looked at the woman who was not tall but strong and tenacious like a pine. She leaned down to worship and bowed to the ceremony. She cried with tears. For a long time, but such great crimes of murdering the emperor must not be condoned. “

“My brother is begging you here to find conspiracy for the emperor.”

“She went too early.”

Zhong Limu had already cried once at home, but at this moment, it was sad and angry. Jing Jing looked at the letter carefully, and her heart had long since fallen.

Yeah, if Zhong Lishuo hadn’t experienced such things before his death, would he choose to go north, and there is still time to start.

But she is gone now. She has no choice. Some people have deprived her of her right to choose.

P Jingxi took a deep breath, clenched the letter in his hand, and heard himself said calmly, “Who else knows this?”

“Except Weichen, there are two people, and the King of Southern Xinjiang, no one knows.” He didn’t even tell Princess Ping An, because he knew that only the empress could decide this matter.

What a grave crime to murder the emperor, and what conspiracy is hidden in secret.

This matter is not only a simple matter of the death of Emperor Zhao, it may also subvert the imperial court.

“I know. When the two people come to Yuanzhou, you will be brought to see me. I asked about this personally.” P Jingyi squeezed her fingers, her face was pale, “朕 ……”

Having said that, p Jingyi can no longer continue to speak. When the tears flowed across her cheeks, she was afraid she would cry without fear.

Jing Jing knew that she did not cry when she left, and did not cry when she left on the seventh day. She did not cry when she sent her dress to the tomb, and did not cry when she missed her.

P Jingyi thought that his tears had dried up after his parents left, after seeing so many deaths on the battlefield. She was so used to death that she was so numb that she couldn’t even cry when she left for life. But I never thought that there would be a day of dysfunction to the out of tone.

Are you sorry, or remorse, or hate.

Did not stay beside Zhong Lishuo.

The emperor’s tomb is so cold, so a person who is afraid of the cold definitely does not want to lie in it, so he chooses to end his life with the warmth of a big fire.

P Jingyi thought that if she personally led troops back, Zhong Lishuo wouldn’t have to choose ** 殉 country.

If she tells Zhong Lishuo that she is willing to accompany her for heating, will Zhong Lishuo be willing to wait for her to be buried in the emperor’s tomb together.

Not like it is today. After 100 years, Emperor Tomb only had her body to accompany Zhao Emperor’s dress.

P Jingye raised his hand to cover his face, squeezed the stationery in his hand, and turned his back on the clock to leave the curtain, passing through the past. Zhong Li kneeling on the ground left the curtain and looked up to see her back, watching her erect body stand in a single shadow, and an unspeakable loneliness came to mind.

Only then did he understand that the queen would definitely investigate this matter, not only for state affairs, but also for the emperor.

There was Huang Huang in Huang Huang’s heart. If the Queen Sister Izumi knows, she will be very happy.

The crying tears Zhong Li curtain wiped away the tears and began to sob in a low voice.

After crying for a while, Zhong Lie, who finally told the long-standing secret, left Zhaohui Hall. There is another mystery about Zhao Di’s death, which is something that no one had thought of.

What Ling Zhongshuo did not expect was that she had no energy to thoroughly investigate the matter before her death. At the beginning of this year, she was taken over by the queen and continued to investigate.

Zhong Lishuo, who treated everything as a heavyweight, had forgotten about it when she was **, anyway, whoever killed her, she was still dead after all. Today, the queen has settled down, and today’s situation can no longer be changed by chaotic thieves.

She enjoys everything Le Zhengsui is facing, and also faces everything Le Zhengsui is going to face. She has to read Le Zhengshui’s book, Hui Lezheng’s favorite paintings, Hui Lezheng’s written words, and find excuses to cover up what she knows.

So after waking up again, she practiced calligraphy and painting for a long time, striving to be indistinguishable from Le Zheng. And what you like, you have to go through twists and turns.

For example, after playing Shakuhachi, after learning the flute and then Xiao and other regulated instruments one by one, Zhong Lishuo played the shakuhachi at home.

Even though the queen banned shakuhachi, there was nothing wrong with playing at home. Only in recent days, after playing shakuhachi at home, her elder sister always looked at herself with a strange look.

After playing shakuhachi in his homeland several times and was watched by his elder sister several times, at noon that day, when he met the elder sister again, Zhong Lishuo looked back calmly.

After a long while, the eldest sister finally spoke first, and hesitated for a long time before asking, “Why do you like shakuhachi?”

It turned out to be this problem, why do you like it, of course: “Its sound is desolate and broad, and it is quiet and far-reaching. I think it can make people feel free.”

Shakuhachi is a musical instrument that makes people feel free. The high-pitched song is like an eagle spreading its wings and flying freely. Living in the deep palace when she was a child, she was sitting under a dwarf tree beside the tall palace wall, playing shakuhachi, hoping that her people would fly out of the palace wall like the voice of shakuhachi.

Fly to a world that will never be imprisoned.

But her body was not free, and she was trapped in the palace wall until she died.

The body can be trapped, but the heart cannot. In the last life, her heart was after all the same as her shakuhachi, swimming in Kyushu, Chu country.

Zhong Lisuo has been working hard to be a free and dignified person in this life, which is why she loves Shakuhachi alone.

After hearing Zhong Lishuo’s reply, Le Zhengye nodded and said, “It’s the same principle, and you like it then.” Le Zhengzheng, who originally wanted to stop Le Zhengshu and Zhao Emperor like the same instrument, finally chose give up.

Forget it, it’s blowing at home anyway, it sounds more and more proficient, just like retro. Wait until the empress chooses the imperial husband.

“Um.” Zhong Lishuo nodded, and promised quickly.

“Yes, there is one more thing.” Le Zhengji coughed softly, “You asked the mother if she could go to the hot springs in the suburbs?”

“Ask, my mother said I’m not in good health and won’t let me go.” Zhong Lishuo nodded, thinking of Le Zhengsui’s mother’s gentle eyes that people couldn’t say no, just sighed.

Hey, she really wanted to go out.

“If you really want to go, would you like to go with your sister?” Le Zhengzhao looked at the young teenager Lang with a look of optimism, and said with a smile: “I happened to have a colleague who asked me to go to Meihuazhuang to take a hot spring. come together.”

“Is it really convenient for me to follow?” Zhong Lishuo’s eyes were full of surprises, and the twinkling light of her black and white eyes made Le Zhengyu happy.

“Natural energy.” Le Zheng chuckled, and said, “We will go together on the eighth day of the first month, and my mother won’t know.”

“Well, thank you for your elder sister.” Zhong Lishuo saluted, his face was bright.

It was only at eight o’clock on the first day of the first month that a familiar feeling came into my mind. On the eighth day of the first month, a very special day, that is, as the Emperor Zhao himself, the day he came to this world. 2k novel reading network