Yu An's words were said very lightly, so light that they were almost drowned out by the sound of frogs one after another in the summer night, but every word in his words was so heavy, as if it was knocked into my heart one by one with a stone hammer and a copper stick. ↑Sanjiang Pavilion,

I suddenly remembered what I said to Si'er back then, I said that if I love me for a day, I will love him for a day, and if he is tired of it, I will let him go. Now that I think about it, I was really arrogant at the beginning, how could I think that everything in the world is not important, as long as there is love, I can never give up.

Does he still love me today?

Tonight, did he hug her, or did he push her away?

Perhaps, the answer has long since ceased to matter. Even if he still loves me, I can't love him at the same time, but also love the woman in his arms, the future child.

Early in the morning of the second day, I was ordered to go to Qin.

Before leaving, I stood at the ferry for a long time, until the south wind rose and the mist lifted, so long that I forgot what I was waiting for.

In the summer of the forty-third year of King Zhou, I finally returned to Yongdu.

It has been five full years since Si'er last left Qin and went to Jin with me. In the past five years, Si'er has changed from an ignorant girl with a double horn to a mother of a child. In the Jin Kingdom, although she has me and Yu An, she always thinks about her homeland in her heart. When she saw the weather-beaten old city gate of Yongcheng from afar, and when she heard the familiar local sounds beside her, she cried happily when she held the child.

At that time, she couldn't even speak half of the Jin language, and resolutely decided to leave Qin and go to Jin with me, and the renunciation and sacrifice behind this choice were not really understood until today when I saw the two lines of tears on her cheeks.

Over the years, I have owed my four sons more than a whipping.

Entering the city gate, there was already a carriage sent by the Qin Palace. Fu Shu, who had not seen us for many years, had grown a long beard, and he didn't have time to greet us when he saw us, so he hurriedly saluted and beckoned us to get into the car. The people of the royal carriage shouted, and the pedestrians on the side of the road flashed to both sides, making way for the galloping carriage to lead to the Qin Palace.

I have lived in Yongdu for ten years, and although I have had a lot to do with Wu Feng and the two Qin princes, I have never entered the Qin Palace. As for Uncle Qin, the only time I saw him was when he went out of the city with red medicine to worship spring. However, at that time, I was far away, and I only vaguely saw a tall figure in a crown dress in the bustling crowd.

Fu Shu rode in front, the chariot followed, and the inner gate of the Qin Palace opened in front of me.

When the main hall of the Qin Palace was revealed in front of us, Dong Shi, who was looking around in Si'er's arms, suddenly pointed to the roof of the majestic palace and shouted: "There is a person on the roof of A-Niang!" ”

"Shhhh

I followed Dong Shi's line of sight and looked up at the green tile eaves in mid-air, but I saw a person dressed in court clothes, standing on top of the hundred-foot eaves, facing the north, shaking out a huge ink-colored robe embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. The wind hunted, and the man cried loudly to the sky: "Gao Bo Fu also Bo Fu Ye Bo Fu Ye"

Facing the north to summon the spirit, the soul returns.

The clothes fell to the ground, Fu Shu dismounted, the royal people stopped, and everyone in the Qin Palace bowed down, crying and shaking the sky.

In the forty-third year of King Zhou, midsummer, Qin Boxu. The Son of Heaven gave him the title of "mourning", which was to mourn the Duke of Qin.

Overnight, Yongdu was in a state of vegetarianism, and the aristocratic Li Shu was wearing mourning clothes in order to thank the monarch.

I have been a citizen of the Qin State for ten years, and I originally wanted to wear sackcloth, wear a decaying crown, and enter the palace to mourn the ancestors. But Fu Shu directly ordered someone to send me and Si'er to a small courtyard in the back bedroom of the Qin Palace.

Laying the foundation, mourning, condolences, small collection, large collection...... The funeral is complicated, there are many ceremonies, I lived in the Qin Palace for a few days, but I didn't see Gongzi Li half of the face.

In the past five years, Wu Feng was appointed as a marshal, and also served as a prestige in the army. At the time of Uncle Qin's funeral, he was supervising the construction of a new city in the western garrison, although he heard of the mourning, he could not spare to return to Yong to mourn. In the general's mansion, Qin Gu was seriously ill, and the fourth son took the child out of the palace and lived in the general's mansion seven days after mourning the death of the princess.

In the empty courtyard of the Qin Palace, I slept until three o'clock in the morning every day, and then slept again in the afternoon with the sound of cicadas in the courtyard. The affairs of the Jin Kingdom, once the matter of the unsympathetic came to mind, he rushed to the courtyard to sprinkle sweeping, dancing swords, and laundry, and did everything he could think of, just to be tired. When you're tired, you can sleep again.

As soon as the sun climbed the plane tree in the courtyard, a group of temple people knocked on my door, two of them carried the ice, one holding the book, and the other holding the red lacquer box.

In the scorching summer, the ice is three feet square, and you can dispel the heat of the house as soon as you enter the room. There are only two volumes of the book every day, but the things contained in it range from the handwriting of the witch of Shu to the secret recipe of incense blending in the Nanxiang Pavilion of Chu State, from the practice of dried fruits in Zheng Guo's honey juice to the new recipe for dyeing clothes in Qi State. And the big red lacquer box with the red lacquer pattern of the Luan Bird in the style of the Chu State was filled with everything needed for the prescription described in the book.

Since then, perfume, ointment, dyeing, and making tea have failed and started again, but they can rejoice if they succeed. So, the days passed in the blink of an eye.

In August, autumn in the Qin State came. After a few days of cloudy and heavy rain, the sound of cicadas in the courtyard was gone, leaving only the yellow, yellow, green and green sycamore leaves. Si'er took Dong Shi into the palace to see me. She told me that a few days ago, the team that came to mourn Qin had returned. The Zhi family sent the prince Zhiyan to come, the Zhao family sent the six sons of Zhao Ying, the Marquis of Jin did not call me back to Jiang, and Zhao Wuxian still sent a letter to the general's mansion every day.

I nodded and listened silently, Si'er saw that my face was better than in the previous month, and finally couldn't help asking, "Don't you really read his letter?" The man at the post office came to the house every day to deliver letters, and always asked me if I had any replies to deliver. ”

"I can't reply to it, so I just don't read it." I hugged Dong Shi and stuffed my freshly made preserved fruit into the pouch around his waist.

"It's okay if you don't look at it, it's just some words to coax you to go back. By the way, Qi Guo also sent a volume of letters yesterday, and also indicated that I would pass it on to you. Si'er took out a roll of bamboo slips from his baggage and handed them to me, with wooden checks and mud seals on them, but there was no sign of the letterwriter. I got up and took a wooden hammer to knock on the mud seal, and when I spread the bamboo strip, I saw Ah Sujuanxiu's handwriting.

Ah Su congratulated me on finally breaking off my love and leaving the Jin Kingdom, and invited me to gather with her in the Qi Kingdom after the funeral of Duke Qin. There are three other columns of small characters at the end of the bamboo slip, the handwriting is different from Asu, and the writing is not quite "serious", saying that if I marry Qin Jun and give birth to a daughter in the future, I will definitely leave one and wait for him to come to ask for marriage. When the time comes, whoever I choose as a son-in-law, he will make him his heir. Thinking about this, no one else will say it except Chen Pan.

After reading the letter, I just thought it was funny, why did everyone be happy when I left Wushirt? I stayed in Qin State, and I was happy, Shi Mo was happy, Si'er was happy, and Zhao Yingyue was also happy. Now, even the people of Qi have to come and intervene, and they have written to me to tell me that they are also happy. Everyone is happy, and I mourn alone, what else can I do but smile bitterly.

The son shall be filial to his father for three years, and shall not drink alcohol, smell pleasure, or be close to his daughter. When Gongzi Li sees me in the future, he obviously attributes me to the likes of female dependents. But he didn't see me, and the Marquis of Jin didn't call me back to Jin, should I always live in the Qin Palace? If there was no medicine man, it would be okay where I live now, but now that Duanmu Ci's mourning for Kong Qiu is approaching, I am anxious to go to Lu Country and find the person who built another secret room for Zhiyao back then.

"This is my newly sewn pouch, which contains sleeping incense, you can take it back and give it to your family, so that he can put it next to his pillow and sleep peacefully after nightfall. There is also this pot of medicinal salt, you can pick a little bit of porridge every day and put it in the porridge. "I gave a sachet made of plain linen and a jar of freshly made medicinal salt to the temple man who came to deliver the book, and asked him to bring me a piece of felt to ward off the cold when he delivered the book tomorrow.

The temple man promised, bowed and retreated.

I sat down at the back of the desk and opened the bamboo slips that had been newly delivered today. There is no embellishment on this bamboo slip, just a simple poem:

"The grass insects, the worms have not seen the gentleman, and they are worried. I also see and stop, and my heart descends.

Zhibi Nanshan, saying that he has not seen a gentleman, is worried. It is also seen and stopped, and it is also stopped, and my heart says.

Zhibi Nanshan, I haven't seen a gentleman, and I am sad. I also see and stop, and my heart is ruined. 1”

Autumn insects chirp, and I was worried and full of sadness because I couldn't see the person I wanted to see. The bitterness of parting, the bitterness of lovesickness that cannot be seen, burns my heart all the time. Only when I see that person can my heart be at peace, and only when I see that person, can my heart rejoice and be at peace.

This is a love poem written by a wife at home to a distant husband, and the person who wrote it wanted to use it to express the sorrow and longing that he and I were close to but could not see each other. But as I silently recited the verses on the bamboo slips, another face that made my heart ache.

What is he doing now? When the yellow leaves fall to the ground and the autumn insects chirp, does he ever think of me?

In the past few months, I have forced myself not to think about him, but once this thing bursts, it will no longer be controlled by my heart. I rolled up the bamboo slips and walked to the window, looking up to see the sky full of clouds, a line of autumn geese, sad and full of sadness.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I took a deep breath, turned around and sat down on the back of the table.

The door opened lightly, and the temple man walked in with his head down and a large black lacquer plate, on which a colorful brocade silk quilt was stacked in all directions.

"It's good to send it with the book tomorrow, so why bother to make another trip. Put it on the couch, thank you. ”

The temple man did not reply, only bowed his head, bowed to the bed, and placed the quilt next to my pillow.

I got up and walked behind the familiar back, and made a solemn salute to the king: "Jin Wuzi is dark, meet the king." ”

"Don't call me king, I haven't succeeded to the throne yet." The person standing in front of me sighed and turned around. Baidu search "Sanjiang Pavilion" to see the latest and most complete!