Eastward Flow

Twenty-six

On the 22nd of the first month, outside the city of Yuanzhou, on the shore of Liangshui. The bunting was full of river banks, and the tender peach blossoms were spread on the dying souls of those who died. The younger and the brighter commander Sinian was holding the beacon in front of him, step by step, and guided the Tailing people behind him step by step toward the woodpile built on the bank of the river.

The funerals on both sides of the Chu Kingdom’s Liangshui were all scattered into the river after being cremated by the river. The Chu people firmly believed that along the water flowing eastward, the souls of their ancestors would reach the place of returning to the market. Or take the ladder in the fire and board the kingdom of God.

The funeral procession was immense, headed by the queen, and personally leading civil and military officials to practice for the chief. After Baiguan, it is the ranks of private self-delivery.

After a short sacrifice, the younger priest ordered the arrow feathers with the fire in his hands to be handed down to Jing Jingyu. The sacred fire screamed in the wind. The empress held the arrow feathers, put on a bowstring, and aimed at the arrow holding the sacred tree. The fire light fell on the Shenmu, and suddenly a large piece of fire was burned, covering the maggot only in an instant.

Everyone stared at the twisted spirits in the firelight, silent in their hearts.

Shao Mingming looked at Da Shiming, who was devoured by the divine fire, raised his hand to the Taiyi people in the east, and a lowly “Rufeng” sounded leisurely by the river. On the shore of the cold wind and cold water, the sacrifices of Taiyi Taoist sound very desolate.

Disperse like the wind, or go to the kingdom of God, or flow to Guixu, this is a song to say goodbye to the old people.

Suddenly, the ruler eight floated over the vast river in a low chant.

This shakuhachi sounds cool and wide, as if Lin was so clear and powerful as a deer, ethereal and natural. The Baiguan who was attracted by this shakuhachi involuntarily looked from the river, but saw the misty water on the river, a leaf-shaped boat floated, and one person stood on the river playing the shakuhachi in a large stand.

Her face was hidden in the fog, and no matter how she looked, she couldn’t really see it.

Xun Jing looked at the people on the river and listened to the fire that was torn by the wind and mourned. He felt that Shakuhachi was somewhat familiar. The young lady standing next to the queen explained intimately: “It is the old friend of the master who has come to see off.”

Xun Jing nodded sternly, allowing shakuhachi floating on the river and the sacrifices of Taiyi people to form a desolate soul-sending song.

The shakuhachi is vast and empty, as if the coldness of the early spring was blown into the heart, as if planted in the cold to urge all things to restore the warmth of life.

Going home alone is bound to be extremely cold. However, some relatives and friends sent each other, and saved the warmth of previous lives. The crowd seemed to see Da Shiming hitting the blue shirt, and his hands ascended the ladder of the kingdom of God. The kingdom of God is high and cold, but another ray of light falls on the ladder, guiding the soul to a warm destination.

Unconsciously, many people were forbidden to wet their eyes, and raised their hands to wipe the corners of their eyes with tears.

“His Royal Highness …”

Some of the hundred officials couldn’t help but say that, that person was Cheng Wen standing in the line of Hongwen Pavilion. He is the Lezheng of the Department of Music, because of the superb sound of the piano and the high level of accomplishment in music, he was ordered by the Emperor Zhao as the Lezheng of the Sule Bureau.

The treble of the song “As the Wind” is the same as the sound of Prince Zhaoming’s best treble. Cheng Wen has heard many people’s songs, but in the Shakuhachi class, he feels that no one in this world can reach His Royal Highness.

Desolate and expansive, the melody played by His Royal Highness is grand and romantic. Prince Zhaoming, who had soaked this path for many years, poured his soul into the shakuhachi that he played on his hands.

Therefore, we can move people with our voice.

When hearing the second paragraph, he felt more and more like a piece played by Prince Zhaoming, and Cheng Wen could not help but shouted this title.

As soon as his words fell, his colleagues asked him, “What is His Royal Highness?”

Cheng Wen closed his mouth and was shocked that he shouted a name that he should n’t shout, but he did n’t know. Among the hundred officials, those who heard the sound of the prince ’s tune, heard his Royal Highness ’s words, and suddenly realized: “Your Highness. “

They were all thinking about who the style of this piece is, and who’s shakuhachi can be so impressive, except for Prince Zhaoming’s shakuhachi.

The older generation of Chu people who believed in the Emperor of the East thought of the special identity of Da Shiming at this time, and a strange idea came to mind. Could it be that Emperor Zhao’s soul came from a return boat in a flat boat and practiced it for the life of the boss?

You should know that at that time, Qingsi Lanqing praised Prince Zhaoming’s Shakuhachi very much. The Dachu official who respected the gods very much dropped the light from the corner of his eyes on the vague outline of the river and looked at the person standing on the water with respect and fear.

Those returning from the market have a cold color, and the world can’t avoid it. What’s more, Emperor Zhao died in the fire, and finally failed to spill into the water and was washed and grieved by clean water. What kind of evil spirit he may become.

There is always a lot of suspicion in the world about the fallen monarch.

Baiguan’s whisper came to the head, Xu Buqing, the servant minister of the Ministry of Hearing, said his brows were slightly frowning, thinking that this group of people inferred the Emperor Zhao, if His Majesty knew what he thought.

Led by Bai Jing, who is leading Baiguan, she is fascinated by the familiar shakuhachi. She is not a professional master of art like Cheng Wen, but still thinks of a familiar person in this song. Prince Zhaoming’s voice floated in her mind, and she could not help but set her gaze on the river. She looked at the figure, the fog was fading, and a young man with a thin body and pale face stood alive in the boat.

Just one glance made her palpitated.

She had a vivid memory of that face, and she would never forget it.

It was Prince Zhaoming, her wife, a deceased person.

The heart seemed to be hit hard, and the queen felt shortness of breath for a while, and her head was dull. With another blink, the empress could not see the figure in the boat. The sound of shakuhachi is lingering, reverberating desolately on the banks of the cold water.

This extremely familiar voice sounded in the ear, fell into the heart of the empress, and the emperor turned back and whispered to Su Yanqing, who was waiting at the side, and said, “Seal the river bank and see who the boatman is. This matter Don’t be disturbed. “

Su Yanqing, who had the same thought, nodded, and quickly ordered the Jinpao guards according to the will.

He noticed all this, and sighed lowly, and set his sight on the place where Taiyidaoren was sitting.

There was a young man there, wearing a robe, wearing a white headscarf, blowing shakuhachi horizontally, and concentrating on seeing off the deceased. Those who played were among the Tai people, not on the river boat.

That leaf boat, the person on the boat, is just a phantom played by shakuhachi presented by Da Shiming.

No one can find the trace of that person and boat on the shore.

The chief secretary spent a lot of time and energy, and all he wanted was that the teenager could play a song for her with peace of mind. Although I don’t know what the reason was, but when it became clear that the master was so protective of the little boy who was calling for music, Shao Si’s fate was decided year after year, and the young man’s life must be protected in any case.

The grandfather ’s funeral was held in the cold wind. The wind blasted her ashes in the Liangshui River. Was the rest picked up by Taiyi people, crashed into the golden tower, and was placed in Taiyiguan for worship.

After the ashes were annihilated, the empress led a hundred officials and walked towards the imperial city. Zhong Lishuo, wearing a blue robe, walked among the last members of the team, looking at the bright red flag that belonged to Qingguo in the distance, thinking of looking at the distant glance of the queen inadvertently, and the sigh became stronger in his heart.

Life is impermanent, which is the truth she has always understood. She didn’t know which day, when she was leaving, all she could do was to have a good day. Only when can we approach the queen at once?

Zhong Lishuo had some regrets and did not get closer to the queen during his lifetime.

She was thinking about things, and gradually slowed down and fell behind. Xiao Siming, who was walking in front of him, didn’t know when he walked into her. Seeing her like this, he said softly, “Thank you today, Lezheng, I don’t know if my son would like to join me too?”

“Huh?” Zhong Lishuo, who was asked so suddenly, looked up, looking at the girl’s sincere and innocent eyes, slightly surprised.

At that time, I only thought that Xiao Si Ming was a casual questioning Zhong Lishuo. I did not expect that after school on the next evening, I would see Xiao Si Ming wearing the Jian Tian Si red and white sacrifice at home.

On the evening of that day, it was slightly deserted. The girl in formal clothes sat in the guest room of the main hall of Zhenbeihou, looking at the first seat of Zhenbeihou, and said solemnly and seriously, “Master said to me before the end that Brother Lezheng was Uncle Shizheng The disciple she recognized years ago, she started earlier than me, so I want to call her a brother. Well, to be precise, sister. “

“Uncle Ye went early, and there was no successor behind him. The master saw the son of Le Zheng that day and remembered what the uncle had said by accident, so he sent a pot of treasures to recognize him as an apprentice.”

“Brother Lezheng has a relationship with me too, and he has deep roots. If I am too soon, I can live a smooth life.” The young girl looked seriously, made her master’s last command clear, and sincerely said: “Hou Grandpa also knows my rules, and even if he serves the gods, he can marry freely. The emperor and the gods are free and romantic to follow you, so Grandpa Hou does not have to worry about Brother Lezheng’s life-long events. “

“So, dare to ask Hou Ye to allow Brother Lezheng to belong to me too?”

The high-weight girl knew exactly what was coming, and it caught Zhenbeihou off guard a bit. You know, after a while, this young girl, who is only 16 years old, is the chief commander of the court. As a big brother, even if it was nominal, Le Zhengshu didn’t say that he was rich and wealthy, at least it was smooth.

But what the town’s north Houtu did was not something that can be brought about by the identity of a young soldier. He only wanted the child to be safe, but even so eagerly hoping that the child could enter Taiyi, the couple of Zhenbeihou as parents still left the choice to Le Zhengsu, saying, “What do you think, Suir? “

What can Zhong Lishuo think about? As early as yesterday, when the younger commander gave Qing Lan a stationery to her, Zhong Lishuo could only follow Qing Lan’s instructions.

Qing Lan said that if she entered Taiyi, she could avoid a lot of hardships. Then she listened to her old friend and went to Taiyi to be a Taoist.

So she replied: “Extremely happy.”

Finally, the younger Mr. Xiao’s life that was promised by the other’s parents was relieved, and set his eyes on Zhong Lishuo. He smiled and said, “So little brother, every day after that, when I am young, I will go to Hongwen Museum to find you. I am the “Taichi Book”. “

Once expecting Zhong Lishuo, he shook his head and said, “No, I have read through the Taiji Book.”

More than just reading through, before the age of eight, her mother explained to her a whole day and night. After her rebirth, Mrs. Lezheng still read “Taiyibenji” to her. According to her ability, she has long been ripe.

So, you can learn something else.

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