Chapter 76 On the seventh day of October on the road, the beginning of winter, and the beginning of spring, summer, and autumn, collectively known as Sili, the Han family festival.

There is no winter in Nanli, but the 'beginning of winter' ceremony is still grand, Feng Long personally led the ministers, to the altar in the northern suburbs of Phoenix, to preside over the winter ceremony, in addition to welcoming the winter weather, every time this said, the royal family will also hold another sacrifice, reward the soul of the person who sacrificed his life for the country, please protect the dead to protect the living, and then the emperor will issue a decree to compensate the martyr's family, so as to encourage the subjects to resist foreign humiliation.

The year is like this, and this year is naturally no exception, Ren Xiaofu and Xiaozhu are not only the prince's dependents, but they are also nobles with titles, and they must participate in such a big festival.

The festival is solemn, every move represents the royal majesty, with the ceremonial official singing, everyone from Fenglong to the following meticulously saluted and worshipped, except for Ren Xiaoyu, from beginning to end of the distraction ......'September 8, Yipin, Eye City Chaos, Yangong Fire' shocked the world, Hongbo Mansion had already gotten the news, but she didn't care about these at all, she just wanted to know Song Yang's whereabouts.

The situation of her sister all fell in the eyes of Ren Churong, and the county lord of Chenghe was distressed, and... She was also worried that she would do her best to activate Dayan's useful eyeliner, and in the end, the news about Song Yang was only missing.

It's been a month since the accident, and according to the distance, if you're still alive, shouldn't you flee to Orihashi? But there was no news.

Ren Churong sighed and reached out to pat his sister.

Xiao Yu turned his head, his always bright and shining eyes dimmed. Winter is here, and you still won't come back.

The ceremony was long and boring, until it was getting dark, and the ceremonial officials sang and announced the end of the 'welcome to winter', but everyone could not leave, and there was still one last procedure, and the emperor had to share the sacrificial mutton with the people.

In Nanli customs, at the beginning of winter, every household also has to eat a meal of mutton...... So in the past few days, the second fool who is still on the ship is always saying: If you don't go back, you will delay the transaction.

In the past, this time of year was the best time for Lord Liu's business.

Song Yang was beside the second fool, leaning on the side of the boat and looking at Luo from afar, and said helplessly: "You don't have to think about it this year, it's good to go home next year on the winter solstice." ”

The second fool was unhappy: "Are you comforting people?" ”

Escaping east into the sea greatly reduced the distance of escape, and it was really safe as soon as they got on the ship, but it was also because of the sea voyage that the time for them to go back was greatly extended. First, the ship has no other power, so it can only sail by the wind, and the speed is very slow; On the other hand, the southeast of Nanli is not connected to the sea, but a large area of wild mountains and tropical rainforests, and there is a long arduous trek after they land, and it takes a year before and after.

The sea is unusually calm, the sunset is slanting and the sound of the whistle on the boat...... In the past month, Su Hang has already become familiar with other people, except for Song Yang and Amber, she and Shi Xiaoxiao can talk the most, not because the monk knows a lot and looks good, but because he is proficient in music and rhythm. Basically, as long as Su Hang can hum a tune, Shi Xiaoxiao can play it with a flute.

At this moment, the flute fluttering on the ship comes from another world in reincarnation.

"In the reincarnation of the former world, who wanders in the voice, infatuated and laughs at my ordinary people, always incomprehensible caring ......" With the sound of the flute, Su Hang hummed softly, occasionally glanced at Song Yang, and sent a smile that only he could understand.

The same sea is different from the sky, she can bring a song, but she can't bring a world.

The flute sound was repeated, melodious and ethereal, but Su Hang was tired of singing, shook his head and stopped humming, and asked Shi Xiaoxiao: "Monk, flute, sweetheart?" ”

The monk will play the flute when he has nothing to do, and anyone can see it. Shi Xiaoxiao smiled and didn't deny it.

"Tell me, I've never heard you mention it." Song Yang walked over, Su Hang held his hand and pulled him to sit down together.

Shi Xiaoxiao didn't rush to answer, and asked rhetorically: "What kind of tune is this, what are the words?" ”

"The song is called Dream Chaser!" Su Hang replied happily, said, turned out the pen and paper from his satchel, and quickly wrote the lyrics, it is worth mentioning that she has a 'pencil', the craftsmanship of a carpenter in Yan Kingdom, scrape the carbon strip into the thickness of the lead core, and then stick the veneer on it, Su Hang did not forget to draw a few deer on the pen when lacquering.

Su Hang handed over the lyrics and said with a smile: "If you like it, we will teach you to sing." The monk looked at the paper handed by Su Hang and shook his head. The lyrics are beautiful, but in the eyes of Shi Xiaoxiao, who was 'more than a thousand years ago', it still seems too weird, and he doesn't want to learn it.

However, Shi Xiaoxiao still folded and put away the lyrics, lowered his head and thought for a while, and suddenly spoke: "Ling Nuantang." As he spoke, he pointed to the 'Tang' on the piccolo in his hand.

Saying this name, Shi Xiaoxiao seemed to relax all of a sudden, and... Gentle, from his gaze to his expression, he became gentle: "Ling Yun, Tang Di." ”

"I know." Nan Rong's right right is not far away, originally listening to the monk's flute, at this moment Shi Xiaoxiao's voice was soft, but she did not deliberately lower it, she heard the four words just now very clearly, and said this: "The Ling family has been inherited from generation to generation, and is proficient in the art of qin, Xiao, and flute." ”

Su Hang didn't seem to understand when he heard it, and asked tentatively: "A family that makes musical instruments?" ”

Nan Rong nodded, she is good at dancing, and she also knows a lot about music and rhythm, 'Ling Yun' started in Nanli, famous in the Han realm, it is a golden signboard, she has already heard of it, and walked up to join the chat: "Among the younger generation of the Ling family, the flute is made with Ling Nuantang as the crown, and the flute handled by her will fall into a famous book, called 'Tang Di', I heard... She is about the same age as Mr. Shi. ”

As she spoke, she had a smile on her face. Whether it is Nanrong or Su Hang, no matter how big his skills and strange surname are, he is the same as Xiao Jiu in his bones, and he is so happy from the bottom of his heart as soon as he gets into 'gossip'.

Four years ago, on the bustling street of Hongcheng, the new shop of 'Ling Yun' opened, which was only a few steps away from the dilapidated temple repaired by Shi Xiaoxiaoqing, and the Ling family sent the person in charge of this new shop was Ling Nuantang.

Where there is Nanrong, Heikouyao is naturally indispensable, Ayigo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, unable to tell whether he was nervous or excited: "Ling Nuantang, has your baby slept with her?" She could ask this kind of nonsense, but as soon as she asked, the other two women's eyes lit up, obviously extremely curious about the answer.

Shi Xiaoxiao is a master, so he didn't care, but just shook his head: "It's not what you think, I only said six words to her." In a word... If you see it, your heart will be confused, and it doesn't make sense. ”

Shi Xiaoxiao didn't say much about the details, all that everyone can be sure of is that the monk's 'hue in his heart' surname Ling can't see through.

Aigo frowned, helpless at this kind of unclear and unclear story; Nan Rong was full of curiosity in his heart, just because of a few attentions, he let Master Wuyan, who had practiced meditation since childhood and planted Huigen early, break his state of mind, what would such a woman look like; Su Hang was a little distracted, and his tone was light: "Isn't it good to be a monk?" The four are all empty and have no worries, so you have to live faster than you are now. ”

Shi Xiaoxiao smiled, but was unhappy: "It's good to be a monk, I like to be a monk." If it weren't for her, I'd still be nothing, but with her, I'm nothing... I do not know. ”

At this time, the gong sounded on the boat, which was the signal for dinner, and to the slight surprise of the fleeing people, today's dinner was no longer fish, but mutton. Su Hang was proud, she had prepared it as early as when she planned to go to sea, although it was at sea, but the winter solstice is the winter solstice, and she always had to eat a meal to suit the occasion.

It is similar to the dinner on the boat, and every family in Nanli is also sitting together, and every festival is a feast to treat themselves, no matter how hard they usually live, they must be happy and eat a meal of mutton in the beginning of winter...... The aroma of mutton drilled into the nose of the national teacher one by one, making him swallow his saliva involuntarily.

In an unknown small village, the national teacher has been hiding for three whole days.

An arm was broken, a hideous wound was opened on the stomach, and the red sleeve pierced through the left chest.

The cultivation is terrifying, and the poison is shocking, but in the final analysis, Yanding is still a human, he is not an immortal. With such a serious injury, he could not go anywhere, so he could only hide in the mountains, endure and wait, until the end of autumn, he could barely move.

It's just 'moving', and less than half of the cultivation can be used now, even a few croppers can beat him to death with a flat pole.

So Yan Ding was very careful, he just avoided the pursuit of the barbarians when he came out of the mountain, he didn't know how many people were searching for him in Nanli, a few days ago, after entering this village, he lurked down, stole a little bit of food, and waited patiently. There are two reasons why he did not move on, not only did the wound on his left chest not heal, but it had a tendency to worsen, and in this way, he could not hold on for long; In addition, there is a small temple on the edge of the village.

After carefully observing for three days, it was determined that this deserted village did not have much contact with the outside world, and the two monks in the small temple were also honest people, just worshipping the Buddha and chanting scriptures every day...... Early the next morning, a monk in the temple, carrying a letter in his arms, hurried out of the door and rushed to the big temple in Qingguo Town, a hundred miles away.

The national teacher is proficient in Buddhism, and it is easy to deceive two honest monks who have little knowledge, and the other party completely believes him, only saying that he is an ascetic monk who has contracted a strange disease in the mountains. My Buddha is merciful and has to give a helping hand to those who are falling down, not to mention the high monks who are also my Buddha's disciples, and the monks of the small temple immediately agreed to send a letter for him, and went to invite the fellow monks to come over.

That night, the national teacher was rescued back to Qingguo Town, but the small temple in the deserted village caught fire inexplicably, and two monks died tragically in the fire... In enemy territory, the whereabouts of the national teacher must not be leaked.

Seven days later, Hua Xiaofei rushed to Qingguo Town.

…… The 30th day of the lunar month, the night of Chinese New Year's Eve. Nearly three months have passed since the catastrophe of Yipin, and the city has recovered a lot of vitality, the sound of firecrackers rumbles, and every household has thrown away their worries and immersed their whole hearts in joy.

The suburban garden is also lit up, and the palace maids and eunuchs are busy coming and going in auspicious clothes...... But what does not match the red light of the palace is difficult to see the slightest joy on their faces. Since inspecting the eye city and fainting in the 'middle curse', Jingtai has been seriously ill, and it is useless to let the imperial doctor rack his brains.

The condition is getting worse, and everyone feels that they can't hold on anymore. The emperor is dying, and who dares to smile.

Every day, Jingtai was awake for a moment at most, his eyes just stared out of the door, as if he was waiting for anyone, he didn't pay attention to others, let alone mention the 'afterlife', at most he muttered a few words to the little worm.

The ministers have begun to discuss the choice of the 'new emperor', and the crown prince originally set up by Jingtai has now become a cripple and has been quietly excluded. Shangshang Dayan, if he chooses a lame man to be the emperor, where will he put the royal prestige? The external meeting will attract countless ridicule, and internally, it will be difficult to win the support of the people.

is basically lame, and there are only four, seven, and ninety highnesses left, but the fourth child has been crazy since he was a child, and that momentum is still more than Jingtai; Lao Qi is too honest, as if there is something wrong with his psychology, even if he is a prince, when he talks to others, his eyes are scattered and evasive, how can he bear the burden of social responsibility; As for Lao Jiu, he is smart and clever, but unfortunately he is a little too young...... The Spring Festival is celebrated all over the world, and there are Han people everywhere are a happy scene, but in the palace of Beiyuan, there is a dead air.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose from the official road leading to the other garden, but in a moment there was the sound of horses' hooves, and a large cart was extremely fast, and the six horses pulling the cart galloped like lightning. The driver was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, although he was old, but anyone who saw his appearance would have two words in his heart: lion!

The body is majestic, the body is strong, the hair is open in the wind, and the facial features are not angry and self-threatening.

The newly promoted, shortly appointed commander of the forbidden army received the report, and immediately frowned, Beiyuan is far simpler than Yan Palace, but the garrison is more strict, there are garrisons from dozens of miles away, and the layers of idle people and miscellaneous people do not want to approach, but let this big car pass calmly?

When the chief officer arrived at the palace gate, the cart also arrived, and before the chief officer could shout and ask, the old man took out a golden sign from his arms and threw it into his arms: "Look carefully! ”

Like his majestic appearance, the old man's voice was like muffled thunder, shaking people's ears numb.

The chief officer held the gold medal and was taken aback when he looked at it.

The first emperor Yanguang once gave a 'wishful gold medal', the holder of which was everywhere as if I was in person, and the subjects should kneel down to greet each other with the salute of seeing the driver; Jingtai of this dynasty also awarded a same gold medal, and the old man was one of them. After the generals of the forbidden army identified the authenticity, they immediately knelt on the ground, holding the gold medal in both hands and offering it to the owner.

The old man said succinctly: "Open the door, lead the way, and see the driver!" ”

The palace gate opened the carriage and drove in, led by the chief officer himself, until he came to the Jingtai Dormitory, the old man took the reins, jumped off the carriage and walked quickly to the back of the carriage, and tore the curtain with his hands. There was a sedan chair parked in the carriage, and the old man didn't need help from others, he easily picked up the small sedan chair and strode towards the dormitory.

The duty of the commander of the forbidden army was to stop him and ask, "...... in the sedan chair?"

Before he could finish speaking, the sedan curtain flickered, and another gold medal flew out and fell into his hands...... The second wishful gold medal!

The two gold medals, respectively in the hands of the old man and the person in the sedan chair, the chief officer did not say half a word of nonsense, immediately got out of the way, and when he entered the dormitory, the old man held the gold medal high and exhaled: "Everyone quit!" After speaking, he turned his eyes to the little worm again, and his voice was softer: "You stay." ”

Everyone left, and only the old man, the sedan chair people, the little insects and the Jingtai Emperor who was unconscious in the bed and didn't know anything about it were left in the palace, and after a while, there was a sudden cry of the little insects, but this cry was full of joy!

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Jingtai was dying, and the national teacher returned from serious injury!

…… The sturdy old man who didn't know the origin, the Ruyi gold medal that had been 'missing' for a long time, soon the ministers of Dayan got the news, and they rushed to the other garden and gathered in front of the palace, but the door was closed, and the emperor's personal eunuch Xiao Worm knelt in front of the door, raised his hands above the top, held the two gold medals in his hands, and stopped everyone outside.

In the big house, two top characters teamed up to save Jingtai.

The national teacher is still injured, and there is only one hand left, someone must help when saving people, and his best helper in the world is none other than Hua Xiaofei.

With the hoarse order, Hua Xiaofei used the technique very quickly, moving needles, using medicine, or using internal force to open the key points and loosen the blood congestion... It seems that everything is in order, and it is completely 'in hand', but the cold sweat oozing from the foreheads of the two old men is enough to show the danger of the condition.

After six hours, when the three poles were called, Jingtai's body suddenly trembled like chaff, and he lay on the bed, squirting out a few mouthfuls of foul-smelling black blood, and continued to sleep again. And the gaze of the national teacher finally became a little lighter.

Hua Xiaofei let out a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled at the national teacher: "It's finally timely, if you come back three days late, you won't be saved." After speaking, he lowered his voice slightly: "But ......"

The national teacher's medical attainments are much higher than Hua Xiaofei's, of course he understands what he wants to say, and immediately nodded: "I know." "Jingtai's body was originally strong, but after this heavy injury, his physique was greatly reduced, and now he has been saved, but it is inevitable that his life will be greatly reduced. Hua Xiaofei didn't say anything more, took clean water, wiped off the dirty blood, and cleaned up Jingtai.

…… After another four hours, the sun was setting, and all the ministers remained in place, anxiously waiting, until at last, a series of door shafts creaked, and the door of the dormitory opened. To everyone's surprise, the person who opened the door and came out was actually Emperor Jingtai, who was still a person waiting to die at this time.

His face was still weak, his eyes were slightly dim, but the expression on his face had become lively, his eyebrows were filled with a sense of vitality, Jingtai was very happy, as soon as he left the palace, he didn't allow the ministers to say hello, he took the lead and bowed: "These days, hard work!" ”

How dare you take this courtesy, the ministers are busy kneeling on the ground, whether it is true or not, everyone is crying bitterly, thank the ancestors for their blessings, long live the dragon's body. Jing Tai reversed his stubbornness, regardless of his physical weakness, he personally stepped forward to help him one by one, his face was always full of smiles, and the happiness that came from the bottom of his heart made him look bright! When he went to help Zhuge Xiaoyu, he whispered: "The two things I ordered you to do before, don't do it yet, let it go." ”

Then, Jingtai pulled Wen Jinqian up as well, and said with a smile: "That court discussion is also suspended, no need to mention it again!" ”

Zhuge Xiaoyu and Wen Jinqian looked at each other, neither of them knew the secret decree received by the other party, but they also clearly felt that their own emperor, after a serious illness, seemed to have really changed his surname...... At this time, in the depths of the dormitory, in the shadows that no one outside could see, Hua Xiaofei whispered and laughed to the national teacher: "This child is lawless, just listen to you." ”

"The surname is a little crazy, but it's not stupid at all, what order should be the world and revenge, he himself understands better than anyone else, but he doesn't care about it when he loses his temper." The national teacher also laughed, and then changed the topic, and said in a hoarse voice: "I've worked hard for you this time." ”

Hua Xiaofei was originally smiling, but when he heard this, he suddenly became much more solemn and responded: "Your Highness is serious." ”

The national teacher's face was always rotten, and he couldn't see too many expressions, but in the depths of his cloudy eyes, he showed a seriousness: "I must thank you...... Xiaofei, do you know what I am most afraid of? After speaking, without waiting for Hua Xiaofei to answer, Yanding replied in a deep voice: "White head to black hair." The thing I fear most in the world is this: I'm alive and he's dead. ”

(End of Volume 2)

(To be continued)