Eastward Flow

Thirty-four

The boss Si Xiangnian led the concubine, and half an hour later arrived at the Chaohui Palace. Xi Jingxi handled a part of the official business, put down Zhu Bi and stood up and motioned for the boss to follow her to the small couch in the West Hall.

“Your Majesty, what am I for?” The chief commander saw Li, and his gaze fell on the Empress. The queen looked at the steadily younger girl, Wen said in a voice: “You come here at night, but you only feel the feeling of Emperor Zhao. I heard that Taiyi people can ask the spirit of the kingdom of God, but I do n’t know when the chief priest is on behalf of Zhaodi. Ask her how you are doing? “

Xiang Sinian heard his words faint, and his **** and white eyes were surprised. He has been with Qing Lan for many years, and Sinian already knew what his Majesty’s attitude toward Jian Tian Si was. Even if Qing Lan had helped her break through Yunzhou that year, her Majesty had never called on Jian Tian Si for years.

This is the first time that His Majesty has been on the throne for three years and he has ordered the chief officer to do things other than his duties outside the regular sacrifice.

“But, can’t you?” Tong Jing looked at the young girl’s startled face, and shoved back the delusion that had accidentally stretched out of her chest.

“No, it can’t.” Xiang Sinian leaned over and explained quickly: “It was just the first time he was sent by His Majesty, and he was terrified.”

“Let’s ask the spirit, but it’s the most important thing. There is a cloud in Taiji, dust returns to earth, soil returns to the earth, the deceased person Mo Li Fan Chen, the man who lives in the dust does not disturb the dead soul. With death as the boundary, forget the river to leave, never to yin and yang The two are irrelevant, “said the girl slowly, explaining verbatim to the empress:” Ask the spirit, span life and death, and violate the imperatives of the Eastern Emperor’s wishes. The ministers are shallow, and have never asked before, and don’t know if this time Asked for His Majesty. “

Xi Jingxi laughed, sighed, and said, “So, forget it.”

Xiang Sinian thought for a while and said to His Majesty: “In ancient times, asking for spirits was to ask for things. If His Majesty only wanted to say hello to Emperor Zhao, there would be a law.”

“How?”

“Wushan Yunmeng.” Xiang Sinian replied, “Just for the three days of the Emperor Zhao’s great sacrifice, His Majesty burned incense daily. On the 9th day of the ninth day in Taiyiguan, the minister offered a dance to his Majesty Yunzhong, or on request. Have to meet Zhao Emperor in his dream. “

Even in the Hongwen Museum, the empress who learns Jingyi casually knows the allusions of Wushan Yunmeng. What she asked for was not the care of the goddess, but to ask Yun Zhongjun’s permission to meet her deceased wife.

Believers in Tai Yi have begged Tai Yi more or less to ask Yun Zhongjun for a Wushan Yunmeng dream just to reunite with his lover. The empress, who had never thought of this before, heard He Xiangnian’s statement, and hesitated for a moment and said, “If so, if the boss’s order is intentional, it may be a try.”

Xiang Sinian chuckled his head and said, “Everyone should do his best, only the emperor should seek Wushan Yunmeng, and both the young and the young must order it together, one song and one dance. Your Majesty, the sacrificial dance comes from me, as for the praise …”

“If your Majesty doesn’t mind, I have a little brother, You Shan, the word of the gods. She came to sing, I came to dance, can you send Her Majesty to Yun Mengze together?”

“Then according to Qing.” The empress gave her her head, Fu said, “but this is a private matter, and I hope Qing knows that the less people know, the better, as for your little brother …”

“Chen province wins.” Xiang Sinian bowed his head, and the immature girl seemed to know everything, revealing a smile that reassured the empress.翾 景 宸 nodded with satisfaction and stopped talking.

The next day, when he went to the place where he agreed to teach with Xiang Sinian, Zhong Lishuo received a second commission from Da Shiming.

“The master once told me that the younger brother is particularly good at singing and singing, which is as beautiful as the words of the gods. I have one thing today, and I want it from my brother. I wonder if the brother will agree?”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Lishuo became curious and asked, “What can I do to help?”

Xiang Sinian said: “Good thing, help a lover meet again, brother help?”

“If there is labor, it must be answered,” Zhong Lishuo asked cheerfully, “only you haven’t said, what is it?”

“Wushan Yunmeng. So I asked my brother and played a tune in the cloud.” Xiang Sinian said, explaining in a soft voice: “I have a believer who wants to meet his dead wife again, but it ’s not appropriate to monitor Tian Si. People who sang and danced with me, so I asked for help. “

“Good to say.” Zhong Lishuo nodded and asked, “I wonder when and where?”

“The ninth day, Taiyiguan coincides with the end of the Emperor Zhaodi’s great sacrifice. I can also make excuses to leave my brother.”

“Okay.” Zhong Lishuo answered a word, took Shakuhachi when he went back, changed the Qu Yun Zhongjun again, only waiting for the girl to play a complete Wushan Yunmeng on the ninth day.

Spring God’s footsteps tentatively entered Yuanzhou, blown the weeping willows from the river bank, and sprinkled the bright green on the dry ground, and then came to the seventh day of February for the Emperor Zhao.

On the seventh day of February, everything recovered, and it was time to start all over again.

On this day, Taiyi, a grand event, was packed with civil and military officials. Zhong Lishuo was sitting among the Taiyi people, wrapped in green robes and combing the Taoist magpies, and half-minded in the scent of incense, absent-mindedly prayed to himself.

Her eyes fell on Yun Jingyu, the head of the hundred officials, and she was touched when she looked at the queen’s pious face for praying for herself. After the emperor gave Emperor Zhao Emperor’s incense, the civil and military hundred officials gave Emperor Zhao Emperor’s incense according to their ranks.

Zhong Lishuo listened to Da Siming’s words and relied on the outstanding memory to recognize the Shangshu and the waiter again. These officials had a big discrepancy with her when in power. It seems that the group of old immortals in Yuanzhou City was driven by the queen seven or seven.

She sat among the Taoists, listening to the solemn and lengthy sacrifice of the chief priest, and the queen looked at her face calmly. While chanting, she watched the **** in her heart greedily in the incense that could not be opened.

After the long sacrifice, the sacrifice was written to her by the queen.

Zhong Lishuo’s sacrifice finally came. At this moment, she straightened her waist and listened intently to what the queen wanted to say to her.

“It ’s difficult for all people to get out of Dongjun, and to fight for the wolf and defend the country …”

Zhong Lishuo was familiar with the words of the queen, but he did not know that the queen who had always used words would praise her for the **** of light, Dongjun.

The queen praised her as the hero of troubled times and suffered enemies in the north. She rescued Limin when she was in trouble in the south. Punish corrupt officials, chaos officials, and the Lord is brutal. One by one, the things they did together belong to her.

She always felt that she should be a very useless emperor. But never thought that the Queen had such a high opinion of her. The past events, accompanied by the compassionate mourning of too many people, caused Zhong Lishuo’s nose to be sour and his eyes burst into tears.

“When the soul returns, Li Min is willing to stay with Jun Xi.”

If your Majesty has spirit, then the soul will return and continue to defend your people. As a wife, I have followed you in this life to guard the world.

Zhong Lishuo listened to the sacrifice, tears could not help falling down, raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face, and only got a snot and a tear. Xu Shitai’s voice was too cold, or Zhong Lishuo’s cry was too infectious. When singing the second half of the chant, the Taoists thought about the cold road to Guixu, and the beautiful Emperor Zhao, who was full of scenery Can’t bear crying.

Even in the later sacrifice, it was written that the current weather is good for the country and the people, to comfort the undead soul of Emperor Zhao, and it did not stop the cry of the people.

The sacrifice of Her Majesty wrote crying Zhong Lishuo and wrote crying too. The civil and military officials kneeling on the ground listened to the cry of the young man, and they also fell down.

Take a good undulating high festival, He is the crying spirit assembly. When all the ministers lamented that Emperor Zhao had died prematurely, the most grieved uncle Jing Jingyu held back his tears and burned the written sacrifices one by one.

In this way, it was made up for the unfulfilled wish three years ago.

After the seventh day of the ninth day, the sacrifice of the queen spread throughout Kyushu. The deceased monarch, who didn’t do much in the eyes of everyone, became a premature death monarch who bears heavy burdens. Zhong Lisuo’s reputation as an emperor should be returned by Tai Yimen and the Queen.

Only to be written by the historian, the “Zhao” which originally belonged to Zhong Lishuo was compiled into the annals of history, and it has been passed down through the ages.

At the same time, a message reached Hongwen Pavilion. The Queen specially set up the shakuhachi section in the Hongwen Museum. The students were required to take the shakuhachi for one year, and Lin Mengdie was selected as the shakuhachi section chief. This is a very different purpose from many years ago, which left Hongwen Museum scratching its head.

There is only one confirmation, that is everything about Emperor Zhao, which is affirmed by the Empress.

The late Emperor Zhao had a great weight in the empress’s heart. Young couples are affectionate and human. On the day of the eighth day, Zhong Lishuo, who heard the news in the mouth of the visiting mourner, was both joyful and excited.

She wished she could fly to the queen and tell her how she felt. She lived very quickly. Even if she didn’t ask others for forgiveness, she was recognized by Zi Zhi, and her life was worth it.

Because of this move, Zhong Lishuo did not notice how many people mourned over the next two days. Taiyiguan was hustle and bustled for two days, and finally quieted after closing the door on the ninth night.

After Xiang Sinian explained the reasons with the couple in Zhenbei, Zhong Lishuo was able to stay out for the first time without his parents. The lights lit up in the view of Taiyi full of peach blossoms. Zhong Lishuo carried a lantern and followed behind Dasi’s life, and walked towards the distant side hall.

As soon as he stepped into the empty hall, Zhong Lishuo’s gaze was drawn away by the wall-painted portrait. Holding a lantern, she walked around the empty hall, looking at the life-like murals and saying, “What kind of hall is this? Is there such a place in Taiyiguan? I never knew it.”

“This is the Temple of Yunmeng of Jiantian Division. Come here, let’s light the candle.” Xiang Sinian beckoned to Zhong Lishuo and motioned to light the candles around the warm bed behind the hall.

Zhong Lishuo according to the words, lit the candle with Da Shiming. The candlelight circled around the bed, and the two-foot-long path led to the bed. Zhong Lishuo, holding a candle, saw the warm bed surrounded by candlelight like the stars and the moon, and sighed: “The array of kings in the clouds is really romantic.”

Holding the shakuhachi towards the girl, she heard a smile and said, “Romantic is still behind. Come, brother, sit there and cover your eyes.”

The stove in the hall has already been burned, and now it is full of enthusiasm. Zhong Lishuo took the girl’s shakuhachi and a black cloth, looked at the futon in the corner of the bed, and walked towards that end.

She sat in a futon, put shakuhachi on her lap, and in the thick soothing fragrance, looked at the girl with bright eyes in black cloth.

Footsteps came from outside the corridor. The girl put her index finger on her lips to signal the sound of Zhong Lishuo, “blindfolded.” The girl whispered softly, and walked carefully toward the hall.

According to the words, Zhong Lishuo covered the black cloth with his eyes and took the shakuhachi in his hand.

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