Yao Bingqing sat alone in the dim light and unfolded Liu Yun's letter.

There is no salutation.

The urn city is like a jar, and we live at the bottom of the jar. The scrubbed door is vermilion, a little glaring, and when you look at it suddenly, you will feel a little like a world away.

Some houses were lined with iron fences, and the fences were rusty. There is a moon gate in the garden, and inside is a small yard, sprinkled with some flower seeds, I don't know if it will bloom next year. There is a pavilion in the small courtyard, which is very high, but it is not cold to stand below on a rainy day, because there is a wall.

It is a carved wood door wall, connected with a pattern of long-lived locks. Staying inside and reading a book, often skipping the meal without anyone noticing. Every day at dinner, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, they often mess up the meal and make some food that everyone is angry about.

There is also a small pot next to the cauldron in the kitchen, and the pot needs to be lifted to make a fire inside, but it is connected to the fire hole of the cauldron, and as long as the cauldron makes a fire, the small pot will be hot. The first time I didn't know, I burned the small pot, it was black and mushy, and I couldn't wash it.

One interesting place is the thatched house. Because it is connected to the house, the smell is not easy to disperse, and many trees are planted outside the thatched house, and the trees have been paviliond, like a barrier to block the thatched house. Yesterday I just picked up dung and buried it under the tree, and today the leaves are much greener.

There is a right-angled staircase in the northeast corner, which is exposed to wind and rain in the open air, and there are some cracks, ready to be repaired. There is a low door under the stairs, the red lacquer body has been mottled and does not look good, and the door brain sticks out from the stairs, but it is too short to protect the door.

Entering from the low door, the right side is under the stairs, and there is a hole on the left, and the entrance of the hole can only be shrunk by one person, and after entering, it is a huge library. Twenty rows of bookshelves were neatly placed inside, and there were all kinds of books.

One is called "Female Resentment", but when I open it, it is a planting technique. I guess the people who included this book don't know what it's about. Passing through the bookshelves, there is a screen at the end that blocks the light from the window. On the screen, there is a landscape painting, carrying a poem.

The snow on the ridge, the cocoon sky, the floating weed water for the year.

Fireworks Bureau, ruins note, solo stroking west wind leaves splashing strings.

The wooden fish is empty, the huqin is lonely, and the green silk has not slept at night.

The spring equinox ink, the pen inkstone, the lamp and then continue the time.

Under the window behind the screen, the walls are painted with twisted flowers, the sun, trees, and small dolls. There was a small cabinet with five drawers next to it, and the door of the third drawer fell off and hung in the air, as if time had stood still.

There was a door next to the window, and when I pushed it in, there was a large bed, the bed was very heavy, and it was placed in the middle of the room, and there was no trace of decay for so many years. Continuing on, there is a small kitchen with a large chimney in the corner of the kitchen. If you look at it, you will see that there is a skylight on the roof.

Exiting the kitchenette, you are back in the patio-like yard. There is a persimmon tree to the west, a pear tree to the east, and a small shed for the other side's sundries, next to the shed is a pigsty, and then there is a thatched house.

At night, I went to the thatched house with my sister to drip some wax oil on the ground, and my sister said that she didn't need to clean it up, and next time she could directly squat the candle on it. I don't know what color the roof is, but I haven't been able to see it because it's too high. But if you want to go up, you still have to go up.

The walls that have always held on to his prudence and majesty are not insurmountable. I'm doing well here, I'm just a little worried about you. Although I am trapped here, I can fly up to the roof to listen to the wind in Chang'an, but unfortunately this is not a good place, otherwise I should invite you to join you, you might as well die old.

Liuyun book

The dark night swallowed Yao Bingqing's figure little by little, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his head slowly buried himself. If they could live in a peaceful and prosperous world, would there be less such sorrow?

There is no answer.

If you haven't started, gone through this experience, never had a longing, never had an expiration date, then there will be no helpless disappointment.

Such disappointment is not for a certain person or a certain thing, but for life, for the way of heaven, and for the rules that have been created unfairly.

Yao Bingqing thought about this deeply, but he couldn't break the promise he made before Yao Boyang's death, carrying the fate of 30,000 troops and his relatives, shouldering the heavy responsibility of letting the left side eat, and guarding the peace of the land, it was his duty and his own mission.

He originally thought that he could accomplish such a mission with Liu Yun, and his original intention did not change, and he treated this field sincerely with the greatest enthusiasm, but the reality did not allow him to do so.

At the same time that he took over the Yao family's army, there was a riot on the left.

If it's not because of anything else, people are poor and can't eat, will they still be a good person who abides by the law?

Yao Bingqing raised her red eyes and made a major decision, not only to mourn in the name of "Yao Boyang was starved to death", but also to push the coffin and take the victims to beg in Beijing.

Yao Bingqing lit the lamp, wrote immediately, and wrote to the court to tell the cause of Yao Boyang's death. This paper fabrication was the first time that he had lost the way of a gentleman in these years, and the outrageous lie of telling nonsense with his eyes open was the final blow to his life.

If you are not prepared to die, you can only survive in secret.

And the thousands of victims who were more unfortunate than him could not even steal their lives.

At dawn the next day, Yao Boyang's coffin set off for Chang'an under the embrace of no mourning.

Liu Yun in the urn city never waited for Yang Zigui's reply, eager, lost, angry, sad, disappointed, she ushered in the second interrogation after waiting for herself for no longer

Yang Zigui found the embroidery girl of Chang'an, piled it up in the courtyard of Jingzhao Mansion, and began to embroider honeysuckle flowers.

Yang Zigui lied and said that there was a big order in the palace, and whoever embroidered the image well could take over the business. The embroidery girls heard that they didn't show all their skills, and they dug out their minds. Some just embroider and strive to resemble.

And some people think that the original embroidery is not outstanding, so they create processing and give birth to many excellent ones.

Half an hour later, Yang Zigui collected all these embroideries and presented them to the court.

Du Chengwei naturally knew the result, he glanced at it, and then sat aside and didn't look at it. Gu Peikai pretended to praise him, picked them up one by one and shook them aside in front of his eyes.

Only Jiang Buwei walked out of the lobby and promised these embroiderers that he would go to his house first to receive the wages for this embroidery work.

Jiang Buwei's mother used to rely on embroidery and sewing clothes, and Jiang Buwei single-handedly fed her, how much effort is required for such embroidery, he knows better than anyone in the hall. In the eyes of others, these people who eat by their crafts are just tools, as if they have forgotten that these people are also people who will bleed when a needle is poked.

Yang Zigui came out with a red face, not everyone can have her shame, and those who sat on the high hall didn't think that these people who were introduced by Yang Zigui had anything to do with them. They didn't need to explain Yang Zigui's panic to the embroidery girls, but Yang Zigui realized that she needed to bear her mistakes and find an explanation for the embroidery girls.