Eastward Flow

Thirty five

The barefooted girl wore a thin silver bell on her ankle, and a slight shaking was a pleasant sound. Zhong Lishuomen knelt on the futon with his eyes breathless, waiting for the girl to lead the noble guest to the place where the dream acquaintance was.

“Sir, please.” The footsteps came to the screen and stopped for a moment. The comer stopped, and Zhong Lishuo listened to the young girl’s voice and explained, “This is my little brother.” The voice dropped, the footsteps sounded again, step by step, and walked towards Zhong Lishuo, who was sitting in the firelight.

The breeze rushed towards Zhong Lishuo with warm incense, and blindfolded Zhong Lishuo, smelling the smell of Taiyiguan praying for blessing from the people. The distinguished guest lay on the warm bed surrounded by candlelight according to Xiang Sinian’s instructions.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Zhong Lishuo, when he realized everything was ready, tightened his jaw. Somewhere she couldn’t see, there was someone she missed day and night.

Wearing a white robe, Li Jingying lay flat on a warm bed, sniffing the scent of soothing aroma from the stove, put her hands on her belly, and closed her eyes peacefully.

Xiang Sinian was bare-footed, and his wrists and ankles were tied with silver bells that should conform to the gods. After Li Jingxi closed her eyes, she stepped lightly on the fire, her fingertips drew, and spring dew that had already been prepared was drawn, and her fingertips lightly touched her mind.

A bit of spring dew was slightly cold, and immediately after that, Jing Jingli felt spring water dripping from the palms of his hands. The chief murmured in his mouth, reading the sacrifice to pray to Yunjun, slowly and sincerely.

With his right hand and his left palm, he swung the scriptures and sacrifice written by Ji Jingying in the past few days into the sky, and sprinkled it over the candlelight. At this moment, only Da Shiming Xiang Sinian could see that the sky-like paper floated in the air, fluttered gently, and slowly burned out in the bluish blue flames of Da Shiming’s left fingertip.

I took Chunlu as a vouch for praying to the king in the cloud, and a letter as a sustenance for my thoughts. I hope that the king in my dream will let you and me meet again.

After everything was ready, the boss touched the candlelight with his toes, touched the first burning paper with his fingertips as if he was soaring, and slowly sang Yun Zhongjun.

“Yu Lan Tang Xi Mufang, Hua Caiyi Xi Ruoying ~”

The sound of the witch’s song is crisp and pleasant, accompanied by the sound of the silver bell, which makes Zhong Lishuo, who is sitting in the fire, feel a sense of dizziness. She listened to the sound of the witch whispering in her ear, put shakuhachi on her lips, and a whisper of shakuhachi rang in the empty hall.

Lying on the bed, Jing Jingyu heard the shakuhachi sound coming from her ears, and in the chanting of the grandfather’s life, gradually lost consciousness with the sound of the silver bell. As if stepping on a soft cloud, she walked along with the flowing clouds, cleared away the heavy fog, and looked down at the earth.

Under the starry night, the ignition light is bright. Wu Jingying only felt that he was descending with the wind, and the light in his eyes gradually became clear.

The face of Miyagi gradually emerged in her eyes. She saw the towering Zixing Tower and the tall palace walls, and her eyes were eventually attracted by the rising fire, and she fell on the oldest Fengxian palace in the palace.

Fire, Feng Xiandian, Your Majesty.

Tong Jing’s pupils narrowed and ran towards the place where the fire was burning.

The chanting of the demise was annihilated as the last burning paper was burned down, and the teenager’s shakuhachi floated to an unknown place in the crisp silver bell. Zhongli Shuomeng played shakuhachi with his eyes, and gradually couldn’t hear the silver bell in the ear. The tearing sound of fire tongue licking came to the ear, and the thick fireworks raged into the nose.

The air was suffocated by the suffocation. Zhong Lishuo remembered the pain before his death. He held shakuhachi’s hand and trembled, and a frightened Zhong Lishuo tore off the blindfolded black cloth, and was caught in the sky. Startled speechless.

It’s on fire! It’s on fire!

Zhong Lishuo waved his shakuhachi, screaming exhaustedly, but realized that he couldn’t say a word. She coughed hard, her eyes falling on her sleeves, and she stepped back two steps.

What’s going on, isn’t she wearing a blue robe? Why are the sleeves of the dragon robe. The crown on the head wobbled for a while, and the bead curtain was dazzling. Surrounded by the fire, Zhong Lishuo looked at his coronation suit, looked around in a panic, his eyes fell on the burning portrait of the emperor, and was shocked to find himself returning to the Yuanxian Temple in the three years of summer.

Is she going to die again or is she still dreaming?

The emperor holding the shakuhachi looked helplessly at the fire that was gradually coming down. Suddenly someone broke the burning door of Fengxian Hall by horse and rushed towards Zhong Lishuo in the fire.

“Zhaoming …”

The woman’s nearly tear-like cry rang in her ear, and Zhong Lishuo turned back sharply, but saw a young general in silver armor driving a black horse out of the raging fire and reaching out to her. Holding the young emperor of Shakuhachi, looking at the beautiful face of the woman, Wan Wanru yesterday, she said stupidly: “Ziji …”

As soon as the words fell, the general immediately lifted her collar, and lifted her up to the horse in front of her. Zhong Lishuo, lying on his horse, saw the dark horse driving them out of the sky and flew to the empty square in front of the temple under the stars.

The whistling wind was passing by the ear, the emperor’s crown was dropped, the shakuhachi in his hand was also dropped, and the neat dragon robe on his body became messy.

The general pulled his horse and the hoof stopped in the center of the square. Zhong Lishuo, who was lying on the horse, was hugged by the horse-riding general and straightened his body in his arms. As the body approached the general’s hard armor through the thin summer robe, the thin emperor was embraced by the general and his cheek pressed against his spine.

The general shivered, hugged the emperor tightly, and clenched his teeth firmly, saying, “My Highness, I am back.”

The emperor heard the words, looked up at the moon, a full moon hung in the air, and the surrounding area was strewn with stars.

The full moon is starry, this is a dream. The day she died was a very lonely day.

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, leaving two lines of traces. The emperor sucked his nose, turned his head and looked at the woman behind him, and said, “I thought I would never see you again, Azusa.”

The person in his eyes was clearly a general general Ji Jingxuan who had just turned 20 when he first met, but had a reputation of Kyushu.

She is no longer His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the time of her big marriage, and Wu Jingxi is not a twenty-year-old general.

So this is in a dream.

So Zhong Lishuo twisted her body and hugged Tong Jingxi in her arms in an awkward posture, and whispered in her ear: “I haven’t seen you for more than a year, I miss you so much, Ziyu.”

“Welcome back, Ziyan.” Zhong Lishuo was gentle and full of affection: “It’s a pity that Gu hasn’t been able to get you wind and dust.”

Tonight, Zhong Lishuo had a very wonderful dream in Tai Yiguan’s Yunmeng Temple.

In the dream, she took the hand of Yun Jingying and did a lot of things she had guessed before she died. Outside of the dream, when the last piece of paper was burned out, the boss stopped dancing in the fire.

Xiang Sinian stared at the sleeping Jing Jingyan, exhaling slowly. She looked at the sleeping queen, thinking that she would be able to have a good dream with Emperor Zhao tonight, relying on the guidance of Anshenxiang, her majestic thoughts day and night.

Yun Zhongjun, who is in charge of **, is also good at giving dreams. The so-called Wushan Yunmeng is nothing more than a dream for those who are interested in it.

Xiang Sinian looked at his already asleep, turned his head to look at the younger brother who had laid down the shakuhachi by the bed, floated to the brother, reached out and dragged her sleeves, and said softly: The VIP is already asleep, and we can’t bother her to rest. “

She stretched out her hand and dragged it twice, seeing that Zhong Lishuo didn’t respond, and then afterwards, hesitated, shouldn’t there be more soothing fragrance, is the brother in a dreamlike state?

Xiang Sinian reached out his hand tentatively, took off the black cloth covering Zhong Lishuo’s eyes, and really saw Zhong Lishuo who closed his eyes, and had sunk into the dream after the ceremony.

Oops, let ’s dream together. Will the younger brother see the emperor and Zhao emperor ’s affection, and will she lose her mind for the empress?

Xiang Sinian had personally measured it. Her little brother, the inheritance of the National Games were given by Her Majesty, and they were still butterflies and their lovers in the same cave.

The master had told him before he left. The brother is young and not of high status, but he is the master of the palace. Although Jian Tian Si and Tai Yimen did not participate in the state affairs, the marriage given by the Emperor of the Emperor should be taken care of, so they must help the brothers a lot.

Xiang Sinian thought for a while and sincerely hoped that the younger brother would have a good marriage and go hand in hand with the empress, so that they can make a good story. So the young girl, but the girl who had made the true story of the master, exchanged for another sister of her own.

“Feng Bofeng Bo.” Xiang Sinian whispered in the wind, and a tall woman jumped off the roof and came to her silently.

Feng Bo is not a person’s name. She is just like Da Shi Ming, but a special Shi Ming in Jian Tian Si. In the previous dynasty, Feng Bo and He Shen were close defenders of the king.

Tonight, Xi Jingxi came to Taiyiguan, and Feng Bo and He Shen also followed.

The woman who called Feng Bo had a dumb face, and after hearing Xiang Sinian’s call, came to her, showing a doubtful look.

Xiang Sinian pointed to Zhong Lishuo next to the bed and said: “This is the one measured by Jiantian Si. Your Majesty is going to dream tonight. I accidentally let the little brother follow in. Now Yelu is deep … “

Before she finished speaking, she saw Feng Bo nodded solemnly, leaned over and picked up Zhong Lishuo and went out without a word.

Xiang Sinian was rushed to catch up with her actions, caught Feng Bo, and saw the innocent expression in the tall woman’s eyes, pointed to the Jing Jingyu on the warm bed, and said, “Put it there.”

No one knew Feng Bo immediately shook his head, and the meaning of rejection was obvious. Xiang Sinian stomped and said, “You elm head, this person who will be the imperial husband in the future, just put it on, I will bear the consequences.”

“Do you want to hold her to a great view this evening?” You put her there, and we will take her away at dawn, your Majesty won’t find it. “

But Feng Bo still shook his head. She hugged Zhong Lishuo and jumped onto the roof. She wrapped Zhong Lishuo with her tall body and let her sleep in her arms. Xiang Sinian sighed and had to wrap his quilt for His Majesty, and followed Feng Bo’s footsteps and jumped onto the roof.

She gently fell beside Feng Bo, but saw the tall woman holding Zhong Lishuo and looking up to the bright moon. Tonight, a meniscus hangs in the sky and gradually approaches completion.

Under the stars and moons, the empress’s dark guards hid in the corner of Yunmeng Temple in twos and twos, and waited for the empress’s dream with the two commanders on the roof. 2k novel reading network