Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

The day after I left Yunshan, early in the morning, I came to the palace. The king summoned me in the harem www.biquge.info the pen "Fun". He happily took me by the hand and asked me where I had gone, but I had not been able to get anyone on several occasions. I can't say that I went to Happiness Island and recuperated in Yunshan, just that I went to a foreign country alone. The king looked at me with envy and said, "Let me take him on a tour with me." I said, "If the king has such leisure, Longhua is willing to take His Majesty to a secret place tomorrow." It's a place of intense autumn colours, a beautiful landscape, and a secluded place. The king was overjoyed, "Even so, I will go on a journey with my son early tomorrow morning." ”

Then the lady-in-waiting graciously brought the king and me two small glasses of wine. I sat cross-legged across from the king and toasted each other. This wine is sweet and cool, and after taking a sip, I feel that my whole heart and spleen are suddenly refreshed and moisturized. While drinking, I said to the king, "Longhua recently traveled abroad, and met the mother and daughter by chance in a secret place, and heard the woman say that her brother had been a personal guard for His Majesty's father, and because the brother was exiled to Dongshan, the palace sent people to look for them, so he and his mother lived in seclusion from then on. ”

The king hurriedly asked, "Where is this man now?" I said, "What is Your Majesty's wishes?" The king thought for a moment and said, "I want to see them privately." And I said, "I wonder what Your Majesty will do with them?" The king said, "I don't know yet, but what does the prince have to say?" I said, "Your Majesty must ensure the safety of both mother and daughter." "That's natural," said the king, "and I wonder if they will be able to provide me with the truth about my father's murder." I said, "I don't know, Long Hua only knows that the two mothers and sons are hidden in the wilderness, which is very pitiful." The king said, "In this way, I want to meet you." ”

Early the next morning, after the rain, the sky was clear, and the autumn sun was shining. From the time we left the palace before dawn, we have traveled dozens of miles until now. Perhaps the king lived in the palace for many years and rarely went out, so walking under the clear blue sky and looking at the mountains and rivers washed by the rain around him felt very fresh and excited. Of course, he was wearing a blue peasant uniform today, with a thick bib tied with a green cloth on his head, much like an authentic heavenly peasant. It is conceivable that the king of a country dresses up as a farmer and tastes the life of a peasant and the people, and his mood will naturally be a different feeling.

We quietly left the palace before dawn. No one knows our whereabouts except the guards guarding the bridge. The king of heaven itself has a tradition of private visits, sometimes for official investigation or to appreciate the people's feelings, and sometimes to visit the mountains and rivers or to relieve boredom. Originally, I was afraid that the king would not be able to travel far, so I asked him to ride a horse, but he insisted, saying that he often stayed in the palace and went out for a walk. He walked in front, and I walked behind with my burden. In fact, the burden did not weigh much, only a flat pole and two empty baskets. Because there is a long sword on each side of the flat pole to prevent accidents.

Around noon, we arrived at Yilan's house. Ylang was weaving cloth at home, and when she saw that I had brought a stranger, she seemed very happy, and asked if we had eaten. I said I went out too early in the morning and hadn't eaten yet. Ylang started cooking for us. I pointed to the king and said to Ylang that this is my dear friend, and that I want to be entertained with the best meal. The king hurriedly said that it was not necessary, but that he could eat a hasty meal so that he could hurry. So, Yilan fried the leftover ice fish from last year in oil, stir-fried a green vegetable, and then served the boiled taro chips to the table.

After eating, we continued on our way. It was late afternoon as we walked through the silent forests, past the uninhabited cloud mountains, and on the reeds of the shallow lake. When we were about to walk into the reeds from the intersection, we vaguely heard the beautiful and sad "Heavenly Requiem" drifting slowly in the wind. I could hear that Ying'er was thinking that I was waiting for me, so a lingering feeling began to spread in my heart.

At this time, the king also heard the weeping flute music, and after a moment of pause, he said, "There is such a wonderful music in the world." I said, "This is the girl who played it." The king nodded again and again, and said, "This pleasure is extraordinary, and even if you think of this girl, it is extraordinary." "I led the king along the reedy path into the depths, and in a short time I came to the clearing. The thatched hut is still there, the scene has changed, and the cold wind has blown the thatched hut to pieces. But it was the place where Ying'er and I first met.

The melancholy music seems to be affectionately looking for solace, drifting around in the silent wind, but at the same time, it is also like an intimate and touching call to call for the return of the soul. We walked past the hut and followed an unfamiliar path towards the depths of the reeds. After walking for a short time, I saw a field of crops. By this time, the melodious music was close to our ears, and we went around the crop field, turned a small corner, and came to a clearing covered with thatched huts. A woman dressed in red sat on a stone block in front of the hut, blowing a flute affectionately and intently. Startled at the sound of us approaching, she stood up. When she saw that I had come with a strange young man, she was overjoyed and hurriedly moved out the wooden bench for us.

In order not to make Ying'er suspicious, I pointed to the king and said to her, "This is the father of Xuecun, my best friend, who often travels with me. Ying'er hurriedly curtsied her knees. The king hurriedly said, "The girl is exempt." Then he asked, "May I ask how young the girl is?" Ying'er replied, "The little girl is nineteen years old." The king nodded and said approvingly, "Fang heard that the girl's flute sound was wonderful, but I didn't expect that the girl was also a beautiful woman. Ying'er's face blushed slightly, and she replied, "Childe is so praised, I'm afraid it's just to shame the little girl."

Then the king said, "Why don't you climb the phoenix and the rising sun, and the famous flower accompanies the master, but she should live in seclusion here, and fall into loneliness, so that the youth is empty and flowing water, is it a pity?" Ying'er was a little confused by this, and looked at me with an embarrassed face. I haven't seen Ying'er for a few days, and when I see Ying'er, I really have a thousand words to say to her. However, the king seemed to be very fond of Ying'er, and kept asking questions, so I felt that my presence was very superfluous, so I pretended not to see Ying'er's embarrassment, and found an excuse to leave quietly.

Walking backwards from the path on the side of the hut, there is a path that leads from the other side of the crop field into the depths of the reeds. The reeds were dense and high, and walking in them made it seem as if they were covered in them, and when the cool breeze blew, the sound of the reeds shaking reverberated all around the head. The further I walked inside, I felt that it was getting more and more gloomy. This fear was not out of timidity, but out of rustiness, so I pretended to be bold and walked in. After walking forward for a while, we came to the end of the path. At the end of the path there was a puddle of water, about forty or fifty square meters in size. The puddle is about two meters deep, and the water is pure and crystal clear. On the edge of the puddle is a stone slab jutting out into the water, supported by several solid wooden stakes so that one can step on the slab to draw water.

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