Nightfall Chapter 208: The spring rain outside the city is like turbid tears
It rains during the Qingming Festival.
As time passed, the city of Chang'an really calmed down. Those who have passed away have not been forgotten, but are placed deep in their hearts. There is something invisible to the naked eye in the seemingly lively and joyful streets. Strength is being accumulated calmly, ready to burst out at any time.
Officials at the dynasty meeting fiercely debated political affairs. Some military generals were impatient to mention again, and came forward to propose a new plan, which triggered a new round of disputes. A month ago, Chang'an Fu Yin was promoted to Yinghuadian University. The sergeant Yang Yu, squinting his wretched triangular eyes, grabbed the sparse goatee, and started fighting with the household officials again.
A childish boy, sitting on the throne, listening to the ministers' debate. Obviously, there are many things he can't understand, but his expression is very focused and calm. Only the bright yellow shirt that is slightly wrinkled by two small hands reveals his nervousness and confusion.
His Majesty the newly enthroned emperor, if he is still a playful child among the people, he can have such a calm performance, which has made the ministers in the court very satisfied. Every time they think about this, they look to the side of the throne. The gaze when Zhang was in a wheelchair seemed even more admiring.
The wheelchair is very ordinary, and it looks a bit dazzling when placed in the solemn and gorgeous palace hall, but it is because the scholar sitting in the wheelchair is no longer dazzling.
The scholar was wearing an old padded jacket with an old book in his hand. He did not listen to the court proceedings, but just looked at the book quietly as usual. However, the attention of many people in the temple was actually always on him. On his body, the scholar frowned even if he was just tired of reading. Will cause a lot of speculation.
The same is true for the little emperor. He can sit on the throne properly, endure boring government affairs, and at least be able to show concentration and calmness, naturally because the teacher is right next to him.
The scholar is his teacher.
Master of the college.
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After the dynasty meeting dispersed, the related memorials and dossiers were not sent to the Imperial Study Room. Instead, he was sent to a side hall in the depths of the palace, and the little emperor himself also arrived.
Li Yu lived in this side hall, and now the Tang Dynasty died with the empress. There are no more disputes between the two factions. All officials have used their own jing gods for government affairs and war preparations. The academy has no interest and ability to handle state affairs. As the emperor sister, she is naturally the most suitable candidate.
Now she has to revise the memorial and review the dossier every day. The most important thing is to teach her how to deal with government affairs. The empress was right before she left, she now only has such a younger brother.
The academy has no restrictions on her movements, but for some reasons, after Li Yu moved into the palace, he rarely walked out of his palace. As for the courtiers who were loyal to her, he had never seen him.
Rain falls on the palace. After the officials walked out of the main hall, some of them couldn't help looking into the depths of the palace, showing emotions, and more people nodded to the imperial study room not far away before leaving the palace.
A long time has passed. The door of the Imperial Study Room slowly opened, Ning Que cleaned his hands in the copper basin held by the maid, thanked him, took the umbrella by the door, and walked into the rain.
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At this time, the rain no longer has the stars and chills, just blindly lingering. And today’s rain is very small, there is no need to hold an umbrella, walking on the wet street, it does not mean something.
Ning Que can’t get out of the city now, so he is used to walking around the city with his feet. He went to Lao Bi Zhai and found that the courtyard wall was repaired, but the old cat didn’t know where he went, and then he returned to the goose. The house by the Minghu Lake, looking at the thin willows by the lake and the lotus leaves bearing the dewdrops, remained silent for a long time like ri.
The elder brother is in the palace, the second elder brother guards the academy, and the third elder sister leaves drifting away. Master Huang Yang has not recovered after being seriously injured by the master. Qianri left Chang'an City. He said he wanted to go to the Xuankong Temple again, but this It was not for participating in the Buddha once, but to ask those Buddhist disciples to solve some of the questions in my heart.
Many people die or leave, and there are always people who are worried or attached to them. However, as Ning Que once thought, apart from the cat in Lao Bi Zhai and the lotus in Yanming Lake, not many people still remember Sangsang.
The yellow-haired sangsang, the black sangsang, the diligent sangsang, the sangsang that can be held in summer, and the shameless sangsang are all sangsang who are easy to be forgotten. She is too humble, no matter she Was it the daughter of Pluto, the descendant of Guangming, or the clone of Haotian, disappeared like this.
The handmaid sent a letter. Ning Que tore open the envelope and looked at it, and found that it was a receipt from the Letter Bureau, with a silver ticket that had been beaten in it. He looked at the silver ticket, thought of many things, closed his eyes, and thought of many things. He felt that he really looked like a prisoner in Chang'an City, and his breathing became difficult.
He thought for a long time, and finally walked out of the yard, looking at the coachman in front of the black carriage and said: "I want you to be a coachman, no matter how you look at it, I feel aggrieved."
The driver is Wang Jinglue.
Xu Shida
After the general's death, he rushed back to Chang'an to report the letter, and then stayed at the military headquarters. For some reason, he now became Ning Que's coachman.
Wang Jinglue said indifferently: "As long as you can fulfill the promise, I can do anything."
Ning Que said: "I can definitely."
Wang Jinglue asked: "Where to go?"
Ning Que said: "South City Gate."
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The black carriage walked on the streets in the rain, quietly.
After a short while, I came to the South City Gate.
The carriage was parked in the city gate for a long time. The rain on the wall of the carriage gradually dried up, and there was no movement. I don’t know if the people in the carriage wanted to enter the city or leave the city.
The soldiers of the city gate and the surrounding vendors all know this black carriage now, because these days, this carriage has often been parked at the city gate for a long time.
Many people's eyes are on this black carriage, wanting to see if they will leave the city today.
The time passed gradually.
Wang Jinglue said: "There are actually many places to go shopping in the city."
Ning Que didn't speak in the car, holding the letter tightly in his hand, but Lufo saw the empress woman jumping in front of his eyes, and he once again truly experienced that mood.
"Let's go," he said.
Wang Jinglue lifted the reins, prepared to make the carriage turn around, and asked: "Where to go?"
Ning Que said: "Out of the city."
Wang Jinglue's hand holding the reins stiffened slightly and said, "Are you sure?"
Ning Que said: "If I don't even dare to go ten miles outside the city, how can I kill people for ten miles in the future?"
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Ten miles south of Chang'an City, there are Liting Pavilions, large tracts of grass, and many cemeteries.
Ning Que first went to the joint burial tomb of His Majesty and Queen, and then to the cemetery of the military headquarters, where many soldiers who died in battle were buried, then he pulled away the grass and came to the tombs of master Yan Se and Wei Guangming.
"When you left, you should have seen a lot of the future, but why do people always see when they die? What does that mean for us who are alive?"
After speaking, he walked to the left and came to the newly built grave.
This stone tomb is very small, as small as Sangsang.
Because there are only a few handmaid clothes, half a box of silver notes and two boxes of Chen Jinji powder in the tomb.
Zeng Jing and his wife stood with their arms in front of the tomb. Mrs. Zeng Jing's eyes were very red and swollen. She had been crying for a long time before she wanted to come to the tomb. The servants of the Bachelor's House were cleaning the joss sticks around.
Ning Que stepped up and said respectfully: "Father-in-law, let's take mother-in-law back first."
The academician Zeng Jing didn't expect to see him outside the city. He was shocked, and then he realized the reason. He burst into tears and patted him on the shoulder with relief.
The people from the Bachelor's Palace have returned to the city.
Ning Que stood alone in front of Sangsang's tomb.
He took the letter from his arms and tore the silver ticket in two, half of which was burned in front of the grave together with the receipt, and the other half was carefully put back in his arms.
Then he left.
The black carriage approached Chang'an City.
He sat in the car, listening to the rain hitting the window, silent.
Suddenly there is wind coming from the north.
In the deep wind, there is too much northern loess, and when it rains, it becomes yellow mud.
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, flowing on the city wall to the ground, like a yellow curtain hanging down.
He thought of the soil wall in Weicheng.
The bank note was sent to Weicheng.
In the years since coming to Chang'an, Sangsang will send silver notes to Weicheng every month.
This receipt says: No such person is found.
Yes, there is no one in Weicheng long ago.
Sangsang is not there anymore.
Ning Que cried bitterly.
He jumped out of the carriage and walked into the rain.
The rain fell on his face, making tears clouded.
The black carriage followed him behind.
There are pedestrians hurriedly avoiding the rain, looking at this weird picture, and wondering: "Why don't you take the car? It's not this time to appreciate the rain, how dirty is this?
. Jun?
Ning Que wiped the water off his face, pointed at the willow tree that was still pleasing to the ground by the mud rain on the side of the official road, and said, "But, this is the god, isn't it?"
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