Eastward Flow

twenty four

The lanterns lit on the stage bloomed as if the gates of the kingdom of God were open. As the shakuhachi grew louder and louder, the boy hugged her witch, and ran to the night sky with the colorful crickets of the commanders. The young and handsome Donghuang looked down, as if a witch hanging on her arm stretched out her wicker-like soft waist and raised her hand, stroking Donghuang's cheek. They drove the feathers and flew to the kingdom of God together.

The night lights gradually went out, just as the kingdom of God closed the door, and the last thing left in the eyes of the world was that the emperor rushed to the eternal kingdom with her own witch. With a tap of the chime, the whole world suddenly darkened. The people at the stage looked at the black stage, and invariably raised their hands, and the tide of applause rushed to the stage like a mountain.

Listening to the frantic applause that pours into her ears, Jing Jingyu on the painting board raised her hand like she was awake and patted it a few times.

"Your Majesty, do you think that this song" East Emperor "is performed beautifully?" The tide of applause disappeared, and the grandfather who appeared on the paintings was not sure when he stood behind the sceneries, and looked at the stage that gradually became bright. Youyou said: "East Emperor turned into three thousand, saved the world from fire and water. Impressed by the true feelings of the witch, opened the gate of the kingdom of God to welcome her. What a romantic story, but also very human, this is the Lord God I believe in too much . "

"How about Your Majesty, are you interested in me too much now? But have you thought about reading my book too?" Da Siming Qing Lan looked at the emperor chosen by his emperor and seized the opportunity to induce.

Although the emperor in front of him still used Jian Tian Si, he was not a very religious person. Prior to this, every emperor of the Chu Kingdom believed in Tai Yi more or less, and even more had enlightened him as an emperor.

In a country where the emperor's followers were all over the country, Jing Jingyu, who was an emperor, was not keen on sacrificing things, which disturbed some people. Even if she did not have a clear intention to show that she did not care about Tai Yimen, but the Queen had never hosted a grand event such as the East Emperor's Festival for three years, it was enough to make Tai Yi feel subtle.

Because of this, he was worried that the Tai Emperor who was not cautious about the state religion would ask the grandmaster Qing Lan to spread the knowledge of the Tai religion to the emperor and try to get the empress into the church as soon as possible.

Qing Lan doesn't care about whether the emperor believes in worshiping the emperor. As if the empress knew that the sacrifice could not be answered by Emperor Zhao, she continued to make incense every year. When Qing Lan saw the empress she would also mention the incident. .

"Why is Da Shiming here? As for the Taishu Book, I didn't always read it when I went to the Hongwen Museum." Wu Jingxi turned his head and looked at Ming Da, a group of Da Shiming who was still young, said Wen Sheng: " Tonight's interpretation of life ... "

The grandfather shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is going to mention my naughty child. She is not the one who can perform this song. She only performed Yun Zhongjun, and she slipped away. This Donghuang, still I found someone to play. "

"Oh? Who is that boy?"

"Not a boy, but a girl. Emperor Zhao once played" Eastern Emperor's Lantern Festival "at the East Emperor's Festival in the name of seeing the deer son. The song was scored in shakuhachi. This score was transmitted throughout Kyushu. Fortunately, I can only meet a girl who knows this song tonight. "The chief commander finished the sentence, and couldn't help but sigh:" I also lost my magical calculations, otherwise I won't be lucky tonight, this song If the emperor can't perform, I will lose his face.

"Yes, Da Si ’s destiny is clever, and he is going to turn the tide." Wu Jingxi answered a sentence lightly, but he remembered the sentence of Emperor Zhao in the name of seeing the deer son.

She naturally knows this song, and she also knows all the shakuhachi music that has been passed on to the deer.

She knew, but hadn't heard it all. But after listening to other people's performance, it was far worse than His Royal Highness.

Qi Jingshu has heard Zhong Lishuo playing seven shakuhachi altogether. The first time was on the night when he left Yunzhou. Zhong Lishuo played a song called "Lin Shen Jian De", and the second time was on the Yulongtai. See the moon. The next five times are each year in which the spring is bright and the cherry blossoms bloom to the extreme. Zhong Lishuo stood under the tree and played a song that has no name yet.

The melody is faint, with light thoughts in briskness, as if the child is whispering coquettishly with his mother, and there is some sadness in the warmth.

Only on this day, Can Jingjing hear the sorrow of the man who looks strong and optimistic, and can't talk to his heart.

One day when I heard a musician playing Zhong Lishuo's tune, Wu Jingxi realized that the person was really gone. The sadness that missed but couldn't see each other surged, and she stopped the shakuhachi of the musician, and did not let herself see things.

But today, seeing this beautiful Donghuangqu, she couldn't help wondering whether the Donghuang Festival she had never seen before was also wonderful. Such a wonderful picture can not be passed on to the world, but she is a pity for Zhong Lishuo.

Even if Zhong Lishuo is gone, it may be a good thing that her tune is passed on to the world. Yun Jingji thought for a while, and felt that he had said something freely because of sadness in his heart: "The shakuhachi is the voice of death." It was too rash, and it was too selfish to want people to play the song of Zhong Lishuo.

She pondered for a while and looked at the boss in front of her and asked softly: "Since the girl has helped Jian Tian Si so much, and she is so proficient in musical instruments, she is a bit regretful. I do n’t know if the boss asked Who is the child? Give her a gift tomorrow, so that she can praise her. "

If anyone loves Shakuhachi, I think it would be a good idea to pass on her genealogy to her.

This also counts as a successor for His Highness.

After listening to Her Majesty's words, my grandfather felt a little subtle. She looked at the Empress in front of her, and smiled slightly: "Don't your Majesty recognize her? Doesn't she feel familiar at all?"

Only then did she seduce the empress into the country clearly. How could she not be regarded as Emperor Zhao by half when she was not familiar with the little boy after she fell into a fantasy?

Qing Lan didn't expect the Empress to believe that she would be born again. At least, she could help the little princess plant the seeds of recognition in the Empress ’heart in the least time left.

Thinking of this, Qing Lan couldn't help thinking that the mission of Tai Yi was too inadequate. How could the queen betray the dead person with no thought at all.

Of course, there was such an extravagant hope in Xun Jingxi's heart. Just because he knew it was an extravagant hope, his heart became clearer about the departure of Zhong Lishuo.

In her heart, Zhong Lishuo has disappeared for more than three years. Anyone who is similar will only remind her of Zhong Lishuo, and not mistake her for her.

For example, Tong Jingzheng saw Le Zheng's face like Zhong Lishuo every day, but still could clearly distinguish it.

The moment she couldn't tell the difference, it was only when she saw the boy on the stage.

But she knew that it was the confusion of the commanders, that the accumulated thoughts in recent days had made her unbearable.

The handsome teenager on the stage is so familiar that she can only think of Zhong Lisuo, who is no longer there. Who else can Qing Lan say she is familiar with?

It can't be Le Zhengshang. If Le Zhengying, why should Qing Lan call each other a girl?

Suddenly, a young man wearing a white robe standing under the lantern broke into Ji Jing's mind. He later said, "Is that the child of A Su?"

Forget it, at least you can remember Le Zhengsui, it seems that things are not so difficult.

The boss sighed, thinking that he had no choice but to manage his marriage. But there is no way, whoever makes this a natural marriage will naturally have to find a way to be more happy.

At the age of one hundred and one hundred years old, Mr. Qing Lan nodded and said, "It's not Lezheng, I was a little surprised when I found her at first. She looks so similar to Emperor Zhao, and she blew a song. Shakuhachi is so innocent, and it almost makes me think that I have seen the real person in the soul of Taiji Benji. "

I do not know why, but Jing Jingxi jumped in his heart, but forced himself to suppress that kind of hope, and said, "You can't stop laughing."

"I also feel like I'm joking. As everyone knows, Emperor Chu is the incarnation of the Emperor. If Emperor Zhao was afraid that he would have returned to the kingdom of God," Qing Lan pointed at the night sky, and for a moment, the originally empty night sky blew. All fireworks.

Countless fireworks bloomed under the night sky, and the lights shone on the face of Da Shiming's eternal youth. Da Si Ming looked at the resolute emperor in front of him and chuckled softly: "Tonight the gate of the kingdom of God is wide open, I can see you before, I am glad."

"Since then, Haiqing Heyan, Guotai Min'an, Her Majesty Wanwang have been treasured."

Qing Lan's voice was getting farther away, Tong Jingying looked up at the night sky, and suddenly saw fireworks filled the night sky. The tide-like applause burst into the ears with the sound of fireworks blooming. She turned her head and realized that the sisters around her were lying on the railings. Looking at the opposite stage, the stage was slowly lit, and said softly, "That plays the emperor Is the young man's life? It is really beautiful. "

No, there is something wrong.

Yun Jingyun thought that Shicai had seen Da Shiming clearly, and she had hit her illusion again.

Qi Jingying thought for a moment, and said to the dark guard, "Go to the unknown."

She always felt that something was going to happen.

The Lantern Festival tonight is a good day. In the scriptures of the Taiyi Church, the day when the gate of the kingdom of God was opened. The fireworks filled the entire city of Yuanzhou, and the unknown that the fireworks could not reach, was shrouded in full moon tonight.

The huge moon was sinking heavily in the exquisite pavilion in the unknowable Merlin, and the bright lights in the pavilion were faint as fireflies.

Da Shiming wore a large cyan robe, soaked a pot of wolfberry, and sat on a small couch in the hall, turning boringly "Taiyibenji".

A rapid wind came from the depths of Meilin. The boss ordered the book in his hand, looked at the door, and sighed, "Still running back."

With her voice falling, a young girl wearing a scarlet sacrifice and a jade crown fell barefoot on the wooden floor at the door. The girl is only sixteen years old, with a slender figure and a childish face. She stood timidly at the door, staring at the chief sitting on the couch, her eyes filled with water, weeping.

"What a cry, I can't jump the Emperor, and I won't scold you." The boss ordered to stay, walked to the girl, stretched out her hand and stroked her tender cheeks, said lovingly, "Junzhong has finished jumping?"

The girl nodded strongly, reached out and grabbed Da Shiming's sleeve, and looked at her with tears.

Da Shiming asked again, "Have you ever passed the horoscope of Le Zhengsui and His Majesty?"

The girl nodded again vigorously, and the chief commander took a long sigh of relief, and smiled at the girl: "Do you remember what I said, I ca n’t jump into the East, and the master will not scold you, so I will dance to the master again. . "

The girl answered, dressed in a sacrifice suit for Yun Zhongjun, watching the chief officer return to the couch, tapping the cup, tapping on the jade foot, and stepping on the spiritual rhinoceros to welcome the emperor.

The young girl's coat was like a fire in a cold room. Outside the house, plum blossoms under the full moon have largely withered. Inside the house, the eternal young boss closed his eyes slowly.

Ding.

With the last buzz of the jade cup, the girl stopped dancing. She looked at the boss who sat on the couch with her eyes narrowed, and approached step by step until her fingertips touched the body where the boss was still warm, and her tears were falling down.

Tonight, the gates of the kingdom of God opened, and the witch serving the emperor came to the end.

The author has something to say: Da Mingming: You have to be a matchmaker when you die, and the director has a chicken leg.

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