"If you have made up your mind, then I can't say more. It's just ......" for a long time, Luo Xia sighed and sank, "When he entered the palace to serve the sick, I felt that he looked like ...... If you do something stupid yourself, you will not be implicated by others. ”

Chi Chun's pupils shrank. I heard the woman's voice shatter time and come from the end of the memory.

"He's still alive, in Jixiangpu on the outskirts of Beijing." Luo Xia took a deep breath and spit out her own name, which was a little rusty.

"The person who made the marriage contract for you back then by the Wei Chi family: General Yulinwei, Rong Wei."

Chi Chun's face turned white in a flash.

Ten miles of red makeup, Xuanche came early, and the red sleeves of the Golden Pavilion were full of devastation and mourning.

December. Heavy snow, covered in snow.

The breath of the year is getting stronger and stronger.

Shengdong Dongxi City New Year's goods are like mountains, the north and south merchants are bustling, the people have changed their homes with brand new peach charms, even if it is under the grass of the beggars, red lanterns are also hung, children are busy firing artillery in the snow, sighing, red broken shells mixed with crisp laughter, shaking the snow all over the city is falling down.

The carved green screen windows of the imperial palace are pasted with red and bright window flowers, the palace people are busy building ladders, polishing each piece of glazed tiles to shine, meeting and saluting each other to say a new year auspicious, the brand-new big red jacket, and the smiling face that is red from the cold, adds a touch of humanity to the majestic and solemn Jinque.

So, Emperor Zhao Yin also looked at Luo Xia and smiled: "The crimson color of your new work is good-looking." ”

Luo Xia pursed her lips: "Your Majesty said it was funny." The clothes of the slave and maid are only made of the fluff on the top of the head of the wild duck, and they are not as beautiful as the Persian tribute of Your Majesty. ”

Zhao Yin also wore new clothes, the jujube was shining, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand a little proudly: "Look, it's the New Year soon, and the New Year will be a year old again." Even if you young people are colorful, can't I be an old man? ”

Luo Xia snorted, laughing and revealing a circle of broken rice teeth: "It's the Great Zhou Tianzi, who speaks so oilily?" ”

"Lao Tzu has retired from the palace, there are only you and me here, and I am too lazy to do that." Zhao Yin wiped his chin, like an uncle smoking a hookah on a street corner, not like an emperor at all.

"I, oh no, what about me, I have to give you a good New Year's greeting."

Saying that, Zhao Yin walked down the Jinluan seat, came to Luo Xia, and solemnly handed over a gift box, and waved it slightly.

"Auntie! Da Lang is here, congratulating you on the New Year! ”

Luo Xia opened the gift box, the New Year's gift was a handful of dates, and she couldn't help but feign anger: "So stingy? ”

But after saying that, the gift box was clenched tighter, and he smiled again with a red face.

When they met for the first time in Guozijian, Zhao Dalang gave her a date, and she learned from a man and spit out the nucleus all over the ground, which made Zhao Dalang laugh and said that she was promising.

Time is not old, the fetters of the old world, the years have been made into wine.

Zhao Yin looked at the woman who was nearly thirty years old, smiled and lowered her head, although there were fine lines in the corners of her eyes, she became more calm and quiet.

So he scratched his head, just like Zhao Dalang back then, and laughed like a scoundrel.

"Auntie, thank you, stay with me for another year. This no-man's top of the imperial palace, the more you go, the easier it is to get lost, fortunately, you are by my side, and I Zhao Dalang will not forget where to start. ”

Luo Xia's eyes darkened, and her gaze moved to the corner of Zhao Yin's forehead, where there was a depression, which seemed to be an old scar, deep into the bone.

"Does it still hurt?" Luo Xia asked lightly.

"Pain? It's okay on weekdays, but it hurts on rainy days. Zhao Yin's voice suddenly became hoarse, "...... It hurts so much that I feel like I am in the heart. ”

It was a kowtow wound. Hundreds of thousands of times, the forehead hit the ground, and the bones of that piece were shattered.

……

The new emperor ascended the throne, announced to the world, and changed the law.

Luo Fuzi of Guozijian, worshipping the first Taishi, ranked first of the three princes, presided over the change.

On the day of Love's farewell, he knelt on the ground, blocking the way, not wanting his master to go to the palace and put on the official hat of the first grade.

"Master, don't go! Xiao Erlang, oh no, the saint insists on going his own way, I can't persuade him, but I don't want to look at the master and go into the fire pit again! He was stubborn and anxious, and his face turned red.

"What no one has done in three hundred years, or that not very smart Erlang, I don't know where the road is......"

"So, why not?" Love's smile faintly.

Zhao Dalang was categorical: "Walking in the dark, crossing the river by touching the stones, stepping out with one foot, the cliff is still the avenue, the saint doesn't know anything, no, even if it's you, the master, you don't know......"

"So, don't you go forward?" Lovezi is still gentle and gentle.

Zhao Dalang was stunned. If he saw the majestic mountains looking up, no matter how reasonable the truth was, they all turned pale.

"If there is no road, then year after year, generation after generation, with white bones, pile up the way...... This is a big gamble, if it happens, fortunately. If not, it will also light a lamp for future generations. Lovezi smiled, Hitomi calm, "If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent." I Luo Wen, I Luo Shi, no regrets. ”

Zhao Dalang's pupils shrank.

With white bones, pile up the way out.

He seemed to have heard it, from the mouth of the young king, who was sick every now and then.

"People who are not smart have their own ways to be unwise. That is to block everything and defy the law. ”

At that time, although the young man in the robe was pale, he lit the most splendid fire in the stormy world.

And he is the tinder.

He said...... He will be king. At that moment, Zhao Dalang suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence back then.

"So, Da Lang, how can such a student, as a master, retreat? At least a little, in front of him, at least a little, the wind and rain go with him. Love's smile also seemed to ignite a fire, "One day as a teacher and a lifetime as a teacher, I Luo Wen dare not call himself a sage, but at least, he will be a qualified master." ”

Moths to the fire. In the name of "Teacher".

"No, Master, the student is reluctant to ...... Don't, don't do stupid things, you'll ...... can't come back...... "He was a dignified seven-foot man, and suddenly cried profusely.

He remembered that on his first day in the country, he was going to give the iron-faced Lovezi a dismount.

So he loaded a basket of dates and put them on the doors and windows, and when Luo pushed the door in, he was in an uproar and was embarrassed by the rain of dates.

He was stilted on the bookcase, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Love, however, said nothing. Silently squatted down, picked up the dates one by one, washed them, and sent them to the yellow-skinny beggars outside the Guozi Prison.

"Thank you". The plain-shirted man came back and smiled at him who was anxiously waiting for the ruler.

His face flushed suddenly.

The first lesson that Lovezi taught him that day was just two words: "Living" (Note 1).

"Master, don't go...... Students still have to follow you to study, you haven't finished teaching me, what is the self-cultivation Qi family......" The demon king of the mixed world who used to have stilted legs is now crying like a child.

"Da Lang, don't persuade me, I've made up my mind. Master will teach you one last lesson today. "Love's tone is solemn, and the words are in the mountains," called: Wang Dao. ”

He wiped away his tears and was shocked.

exegesis

1. Shengmin: refers to the people, the people. The Book of Filial Piety. Bereavement Chapter: "Love and respect in life, mourn in death, and the foundation of the people is complete." Mencius. Gongsun Choushang": "Since there were people, there has been no Confucius."