Qiu Gongwu stepped forward and called softly, "Lord Wang, Lord Wang." The King of Light rolled over, got up on his hands and feet, and staggered to his feet.

"Lord, there's a river over there."

The King of Light couldn't open his eyes or open his mouth, so he was confused.

"The prince walked forward."

The Light King's eyes opened a slit and staggered towards the river.

Qiu Gongwu pulled away for a distance and followed behind. It's good that it's not downwind. God didn't accept him, he saved the King of Light, and he was also regarded as accumulating virtue for himself.

Don't say that you are hungry for three days, you will be nauseous and nauseous to death after tossing in the palace toilet. Life is worse than death.

If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing. I hope that the blessings of King Guang can benefit the miscellaneous family, Qiu Gongwu prayed silently.

The King of Light plunged headlong into the river, and the clear water surface was immediately turbid. The King of Light swam into the depths of the river, stabbed a few fierce men in a row, and then showed his head before he saw his true face.

King Guang waded ashore, but Qiu Gongwu still kept his distance from him. Maybe it's a psychological effect, Qiu Gongwu always smells of toileting.

"Thank you father-in-law for your life." The Light King said with his hands crossed.

"The slave Qiu Gongwu visited the prince, and I hope that the prince will forgive the slave's disrespectful sin." Qiu Gongwu knelt down to apologize, King Guang bowed and returned the salute, but he didn't step forward to help, and it was too late for people to hide from him.

Qiu Gongwu took out short brown new clothes and a pair of bast shoes from his baggage. The Light King changed out of his wet clothes, and his hair was wet and scattered over his shoulders.

Qiu Gongwu turned out the silver taels and handed them to the King of Light. "Lord Wang, I hope to cherish myself, and the slave takes his leave. If there is fate, the slave and the prince will meet again. ”

The King of Light arched his hand, didn't say much, turned around and strode away. King Guang fled Chang'an, and his eldest son was born.

Concubine Zheng sent people to look around, but she couldn't get it. Sent someone to inform the saint, and Wuzong ordered Takakura to take charge of the matter. Takakura thundered and rained in a small perfunctory manner.

Since then, the King of Light has not seen anyone alive or dead, and the world has evaporated.

Among the many princes, because his mother was from a humble background, King Guang was not valued from birth, and coupled with his unwisdom, he was even looked down upon by all the princes.

Now that he is missing, his brothers and nephews did not take it to heart and left him to fend for himself.

Wuzong was different from the first emperor, who often came to the palace of the sixteen kings and gathered with the royal family. Since Wu Zong ascended the throne, he didn't bother to hold a family gathering.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve of the second year of Huichang, a royal family gathering was held in the Xingqing Hall of Xingqing Palace.

Concubine Zheng shirked her physical discomfort and did not come to participate. The life and death of King Guang is uncertain, she is really not in the mood, and when she goes to the Empress Dowager, she is ten years old, and she doesn't want to see her face. Concubine Zheng refused to participate.

Wuzong took Concubine Guo Shu, Concubine Liu De, eldest daughter Princess Changle, and eldest son Li Jun to meet the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager's dormitory is in the Calyx Xianghui Building, and now it is the Queen Mother of the Four Palaces, and the dormitories are all pavilion buildings around the Dragon Pond.

The Empress Dowager was dressed in a red skirt, lined with silver hair like snow. She was crooked on the chaise longue, and the palace maid squatted beside her to beat her legs. The wealth enjoyed by the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens is nothing more than that.

Li Jun saw his great-grandmother and clapped his hands and smiled, he was less than a year old. The Empress Dowager took her great-grandson and held her in her arms.

Wu Zong performed the descendant salute and respectfully asked, "Imperial grandmother, what can the grandson do to become the beloved Ming Jun of all the people?" ”

The Empress Dowager smiled with relief, "Your Majesty, haven't you already done it?" Be good at admonishment, be good as a stream, restrain your own pleasure, and focus on national affairs. Your Majesty, you are doing a good job. ”

Wu Zong said goodbye, "Grandson remember the teachings of the imperial grandmother." ”

King Peng, King Qiong and others came over to greet the Empress Dowager. Among these nephews, Wu Zong used to be the best communicator, and he was very casual and informal.

After Wuzong ascended the throne, the majesty of the Ninety-Five, the calm, resolute, joyful and invisible, made several uncles become restrained in front of Wuzong, and they did not dare to go beyond the courtesy of the monarch and ministers.

A group of people gathered around the Queen Mother of the Four Palaces to the Xingqing Palace. The outside room is for the men, and the inside is for the women. The men's banquet is like an official banquet, not like a family gathering, and you can't let go of laughter. Fortunately, there are silk and bamboo singing and dancing, everyone bows their heads to drink, and looks up to enjoy the singing and dancing.

Wu Zong looked coldly, Uncle Guang, who had always occupied the corner position, now returned to dust. There are fewer objects of teasing, and there is a lot less atmosphere.

In a year's time, I used to be close to my siblings, and there were a few faces missing, King An, King Chen, and Uncle Guang. Wu Zong sighed, the most ruthless emperor's family, who can complain!

Every time he thinks about his relatives during the festive season, Wu Zong is thinking about it during the festive season, because he doesn't have those faces. He poured himself a drink, the saint was low-key, and the others followed low-key, and the atmosphere was very low-key.

The women next door laughed constantly, and the invited jugglers performed. The little monkey beats the drum and gong, puts on a hat and pretends to be a person, and bows to greet the New Year. The clown comes up and gags in a funny way.

But if a mortal has done something wrong, it is impossible to think that nothing has happened, and there is no guilt in his heart. Emperor Wuzong remembered it on Chinese New Year's Eve, which made Emperor Wuzong unable to convince Uncle Guang, who was completely relieved.

On the day of the reunion of thousands of lights, the King of Light trekked through the mountains. There was no sun and moon in the mountains, and he sneaked through the mountains and forests for a few days, and the sun rose in the east and set in the west. He calculates the days, and today is Chinese New Year's Eve. He was hidden in the mountains and forests, and his family was worried about his life and death.

A spring of water gushes out from among the dead leaves. The King of Light squatted down and buckled his face to the spring, and the cool spring water was sweet in his mouth.

Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, and the cloud side valley mouth Xu Xing. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvested into a load, in the Xingge market, three liters of rice. There is no competition, and the price is mediocre. will not be cunning, no honor and disgrace, and will prolong life calmly. Everywhere they meet, they are not immortals, they are Taoists, and they sit quietly and talk about "Yellow Court".

Bright and bright singing voices floated from the depths of the white clouds, and the songs echoed in the valleys. The King of Light listened intently, discerning the direction from which the song was heard. It will be a disciple of Master Zongmi, so that he can have such a calm mind that is beyond the red dust.

The Light King followed the direction from which the song came from and quickened his pace, ignoring the pain caused by the blisters of blood blistering on the soles of his feet. In the distance, a person carrying a large bundle of firewood was coming down the mountain, and it turned out to be a woodcutter, not a disciple of the master.

"Happy New Year." The woodcutter greeted happily.

"Happy New Year." King Guang was moved by his happiness, "May I ask my brother, where is Master Zongmi practicing?" ”

The woodcutter smiled and said, "Brother is really a sincere person who worships the Buddha, and he does not visit the gods with his family on Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

The woodcutter pointed to the depths of the white clouds, "That mountain that seems to flow among the clouds, Master Zongmi is in the fairyland. The King of Light said goodbye to the woodcutter and climbed up the mountain.

Logging Dingding, Yunbian Gukou Xu Xing, selling salaries and wine, to the moon pillow pine roots... King Light thought about the lyrics and unconsciously sang aloud. The more the King of Light sang, the louder it became, and the song spread far away. Never forget, the woodcutter praised.

The woodcutter stopped to look back, and the figure of climbing up between the cliffs appeared and disappeared. "Fifty or sixty years of human reversity. After the rain, the sky is clear, and the moon is full. The woodcutter muttered to himself.

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