Chapter 116: The Past Is Like Dust (2)
"The position of the Lady of the Li Men Gu family. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" Feng Ling read softly, the mural was weird, and the tablet was simple and there was nothing unusual about it.
"The ......position of the people of the palaces of Zhaoqing Palace" is a little strange, Feng Ling picked up the tablet and looked at it carefully, and his fingers touched the back of the tablet, which seemed to have inscriptions. She flipped over the tablet and saw that a dozen or so names were densely engraved.
"Who are these people? Is it the palace people of Zhaoqing Palace? She asked casually, startled, her eyes fell on the last mural that had been half-hidden in the dark, and she tugged at the sleeve of her coat: "Wouldn't these people be ...... The palace people who were killed in the mural? ā
"I'm afraid." Fu Yanyan replied calmly, reaching out to pick up the last tablet.
This tablet is not similar to the previous ones, which are all tablets for the deceased, but this one is an immortal tablet for the good luck of the living.
Feng Ling leaned over and read according to the inscription on the tablet: "The immortal position of the young girl Feng Ling of the Li Gate." "Like the one just now, there are faintly engraved words on the back of the tablet, and the tablet is flipped over with a delay, and the faint traces of carving are faintly traced.
The handwriting is really light, and the two of them put their heads together and moved the lantern closer, so that they can barely see: the immortal tablet of the princess of Runan County in the Tang Dynasty.
The back of the wind spirit felt like someone had punched him hard, and he was completely stunned. "Both...... Du Wei ......" she stumbled, suddenly realizing that the call was wrong, "Ayan, what does this mean?" ā
Fu Yanyan stared at the immortal tablet with his eyes, and said in despair: "Princess Runan is still alive." There was a hint of joy on his face.
Feng Ling only felt that he was stunned, confused, and listened to him muttering about the "Princess Runan" of Laoshizi, and I didn't know what it had to do with him, and I felt unhappy when I listened to it. She hugged Fu Yanyan's arm and shook it: "Let's go, don't linger here, what the hell is this place, it's weird, it's so tight." ā
Fu Yanyan came back to his senses, but smiled: "You have always been as bold as a fight, what are you afraid of now?" I can't go back to the city left or right, and I can only stay here for one night. ā
Feng Ling looked around, it was a good place to avoid the cold and spend the night, but the murals and those tablets around her taught her to chill in the bottom of her heart, as if she had spied on some secret that wanted people's lives, and she was uneasy everywhere. She softened her voice and said coquettishly, "Can't you just take a little bit of favoritism and quietly enter the city?" ā
Fu Yanyan smiled slightly, took the lead in leaning against the wall and sat on the spot, and stretched out his arms to her: "Don't want to be with me?" ā
Feng Ling smiled and thought for a while, he refused to show favoritism, or she would go back to the city alone in the cold and take advantage of a loophole to go back to the city; Or just deal with him in this little cave for a night, and deal with these anomalies by the way. This strange thing has already aroused the curiosity of the wind spirit, and it is obvious that Fu Yanyan is an informed, how can she not want to investigate.
Having made up her mind for a moment, she hurriedly sat down with him obediently and nestled into his shoulder socket. The blow shook off the big hair, covering the two of them, the cold wind lingered outside the cave, and the small cave was still warm.
Without waiting for Feng Ling to ask, Fu Yan said in a deep voice: "Have you ever remembered that some of my government soldiers mentioned Mrs. Yinghua's words?" ā
How could Feng Ling forget, nodded hurriedly, "The first time I followed you on the march on the Yiwu Road, there were old soldiers who talked about the things before Zhenguan, remember, remember." ā
"The red-robed man on the mural you just saw ......" Fu Yanyan looked at the tablet on the confession: "And the tablet of 'Mrs. Limen Gu' is the Mrs. Yinghua." ā
Wind Spirit's eyes widened, "How do you know?" ā
"Madame was my enlightened master in the art of cavalry and archery." Fu Yanyan's tone seemed to be saying something very ordinary, but it startled the wind spirit. "I should have told you that my late mother served the Duchess of Cai in the mansion of the Duke of Cai, and Mrs. Yinghua also came from the mansion of the Duke of Cai.
The wind spirit shifted in the crook of his arm, found a more comfortable position, and leaned in for a long time, as if he was going to listen to a large book. "Let's talk about it."
Fu Yanyan frowned and muttered for a moment, choosing where to start with her.
"In the past, Duchess Cai Guo was from the Gu clan of Yuhang Wang, and it is not known that Xu is from the same clan as you, and her first mother was the attendant of Duchess Guo. I once heard my mother talk about some of the past, Cai Guogong Du Gong was ordered by Gaozu to raise troops in Jinyang, and Mrs. Guogong and her young sister followed all the way, which was Mrs. Yinghua. At that time, Mrs. Yinghua was still young and good at martial arts, and studied in the Tang State Mansion with the sons of Gaozu, and grew up slightly, with outstanding color, skill, and familiarity with the art of war. ā
The respect in Fu Yanyan's tone suddenly appeared, and Feng Ling seriously described the heroic and stunning woman in his heart, and then recalled what he saw in the mural, only to feel that although the painting was exquisite, it still did not outline what she wanted in her heart.
"No one would have thought that the second son of Gaozu is today's saint, because he is like-minded with her, and the two secretly have feelings, and the Duchess of the Kingdom does not seem to be happy to see it." Fu Yanyan continued.
Feng Ling frowned: "This is the best fate, it should be like this, why don't you be happy to see it." ā
At that time, Gaozu's troops were all gathered in the Central Plains, and there was no time to be distracted, and Donghu was about to move, so Gaozu ordered the second son to marry the orphan of Perak Hall, and the daughter of the eldest grandson's family was the first queen. Because the remnants of Sun Sheng, the head of the Perak Hall, were still there, and he suppressed Donghu for more than ten years and did not dare to move, so Gaozu got all his energy and set the Central Plains. ā
"The saint married the first queen, but his heart belonged to Mrs. Yinghua, but he was not very reluctant. The Duchess of Guo was afraid that her own sister would hinder the great cause, so she was not happy to see Mrs. Yinghua having love with the saint. But what is the reason? The Wind Spirit asked, looking back.
Thoroughly understood, Fu Yanyan secretly praised in his heart, nodded and continued: "Because of this, Mrs. Yinghua avoided other places for many years, and joined the command of the eldest princess of Pingzhaoyang. ā
Feng Ling secretly exclaimed, only hating that he had never seen such a woman when he was born late. "At that time, after many years, Mrs. Yinghua still hasn't let go of her knots and chooses a lover again?"
"No, I didn't." Fu Yanyan touched the broken past in his sleeping heart, and his voice became more and more gloomy, "After entering Chang'an City, Mrs. Yinghua was unwilling to be a concubine with others, and refused the saint's request for employment, and still lived in Duke Du's Mansion, and I often saw her. In those days, she led me to read the book of war, instructed me to teach me bows, horses, fists and feet, and told me that men should have the heart to serve the country, but she never looked down on me coldly because my grandmother was a slave in the house. (To be continued.) )