On the eighth night of the first month of June in the first year of Baoying, Li Fuguo, who was then the secretary of the Sikong and Zhongshu Order, was stabbed to death in a private residence outside the palace, and his head was in a different place.

In the first month of the second year of Baoying, Shi Chaoyi defeated Fanyang and Guangyang, and the guards of the Tang Dynasty refused, so they had to go north into Xi and Khitan, and went to the hot spring gate.

In June of the tenth year of the calendar, Dugu Guifei was born.

In March of the fourteenth year, Princess Shang Shengping, the youngest son of Guo Ziyi, the king of Fenyang County.

In May of the fourteenth year, Daizong Li Yu fell ill. On the 21st, the edict was announced in the Xuanzheng Hall of Daming Palace, making the prince suitable for prison.

On the eve of the year, Li Yu moved to Yichun Palace.

Although Yichun Palace is located in the East Palace of the Prince, it has been closed for 17 years, when the soft couch is carried in, only the cobwebs are dusty, the mirror is covered with dust, and from time to time there is ash falling from the top of the palace and the beams and pillars, and the palace maid just holds his breath and does not dare to make any sound. Carried to the inner room, the inner flying dragon was making Yan Ming wave his hand silently, and everyone else retreated.

Li Yu lay on the bright and dazzling soft couch, panting slowly, and whispered to himself: "I didn't expect that I would make her wait for seventeen years." ”

Yan Ming's temples had already been dyed with hoarfrost, he looked around, his eyes were slightly hot, and said, "Niangniang has always been in Weichen's heart. Also in the hearts of many. ”

Li Yu seemed to feel something, and sighed: "It's a pity that Su Porcelain, I can't stand her." ”

The concubine always thought that Empress Shen refused to forgive her, and everything was her fault. For the original Niangniang's joke of 'seeing each other when the soul returns to the void', she would be so stupid as to think that her death would make Niangniang return to the palace to see her remains, so that Niangniang and His Majesty could 'meet' again, and actually drank medicine to kill herself when she was in her prime! Yan Ming sighed, "This piece of her heart is not in vain Your Majesty's honor for her such a noble position-"

Li Yu closed his eyes tiredly, and after a while, he coughed a few times, but still didn't speak.

"Enlighten the saint, the historian is waiting for the decree outside the palace." The chamberlain reported in a very low and thin voice.

Li Yu half-narrowed his eyes, and Yan Ming bowed and retreated.

The historian was very young, with Shi as his surname, and his father died of illness last year, and he was hereditary.

Li Yu asked: "How is the history of this dynasty, how is the Qing family revised?" ”

The historian bowed, neither humble nor arrogant, "Weichen began to say from the first year of Baoying, and now the morning saint announced the edict of the prince to supervise the country, and nothing is missing. However, Gaozu Taizong has long had a legacy, and the saint cannot interfere with the historian's history. ”

Li Yu coughed in a low voice, and when his wheezing calmed down, he said indifferently: "I just want to hear how the Qing family wrote about the prince's biological mother, Shen." Raising his eyes to look directly at the historian, "Did you bring it?" "In such a critical situation, the light in his eyes is still fierce. The historian took a deep breath, didn't dare to look at each other, bowed down and replied, "Weichen didn't bring it." However, Weichen not only keeps a diary of everything, but also has the ability to write and never forget, and every word and sentence he writes is in Weichen's mind. ”

"Then chant and listen." Li Yu said categorically.

The historian hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "The prince's biological mother is Shen, a native of Wu Xing, the world is a crown family, his father is Yi Zhi, and the secretary is a supervisor." In the twelfth year of Tianbao, when he was the king of Guangping County, he was accepted as a concubine, and in the fourteenth year of Tianbao, he gave birth to the prince. In the Lushan Rebellion, Xuanzong was fortunate to be in Shu, and the concubine was fortunate to be in the middle of the people, and then was detained in the Eastern Capital Court, and was in danger to welcome back Fengxiang. and worship as the crown prince and princess. In the first year of Baoying, she was born as a princess, and she died of illness for more than a month, and she was grieved. ”

Li Yu flicked his fingers on the couch Ming Huang Jin Forging and said slowly: "The Qing family is really a capable person, the world knows that the Shen family disappeared suddenly, I have visited the three mountains and five mountains in the past seventeen years, although I can't find it, but there have been traces of her everywhere in Xianyu Ridge and Sanhuang Mountain, and the Qing family dares to say that she has passed away?" ”

The historian smiled and bowed slightly, "Those who are historians must have a thousand eyes and thousands of hands, know what the world does not know, and write straight in history." ”

Li Yu was noncommittal, closed his eyes, and was silent for a long time.

The historian stood still, thinking that the emperor had fallen asleep. Just as he was about to call the imperial doctor to enter, he suddenly heard Li Yulang say in a loud voice: "There is a mistake in what the Qing family said, and it should be written down like this: the prince's biological mother Shen, Wu Xingren, the world is the crown family, the father is Yizhi, and the secretary is the supervisor." In the twelfth year of Tianbao, when he was the king of Guangping County, he was accepted as a concubine, and in the fourteenth year of Tianbao, he gave birth to the prince. In the Lushan Rebellion, Xuanzong was fortunate to be in Shu, and the concubine was fortunate to be in time, and she was exiled to the people, and then she was detained in the Eastern Capital Court. and the thief, the eastern capital, see it and stay in the palace, Fang Jingluo went north, and did not have time to return to Chang'an. Russia and Shi Siming fell into Heluo again, recovered the eastern capital, lost its location, and survived unpredictably. The envoy was sent to visit, but he was silent for seventeen years. He finished speaking in a frustrated breath, and coughed again, and the thick blood stained the bright yellow brocade.

Because of the dim candlelight, the historian couldn't see it clearly, and stubbornly replied: "Forgive Weichen can't receive the order." ”

"A few tamperings have no impact on the history of this dynasty." Li Yu's voice became stern.

"First, the usurpation of history violates the ancestral family motto, and the ministers dare not do it; Second, this usurpation of history, in the saint and the saint have a loss, if it is passed on to future generations, there will be a lot of discussions, thinking that the saint is in danger to abandon the dregs, thin righteousness and unkindness, for the emperor and then find a wife, cowardly. The historian spoke sonorously.

Li Yu smiled, "This is what I am willing to do, and I will do my best to make troubles and comments in the future." The Qing family is not a usurper of history, since the rebellion of the two thieves in Anshi, there are countless people who scatter the historical materials of the Tang Dynasty, and the Qing family only thinks that the Shen family is scattered and lost, most of which are rumors, and it cannot be verified that it is true. Fu sighed deeply, looked at the young face in front of him under the dim light, and said: "Since the Qing family knows that I want to revise the historical records in this way, I should be able to embody my intentions. Why can't I be perfected? ”

The historian felt it in his heart, his body trembled slightly, and he suddenly bit his lower lip violently, and slammed it to the ground: "Weichen commands." He turned and walked out quickly.

Li Yu smiled slowly.

She was far away from the hustle and bustle.

However, since she wants the world to think that she is alive.

Hopefully he'll still think she's alive.

Then he will let her live forever.

Live in his heart.

Living between the mountains and rivers.

Let him overlook the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the south of the Yangtze River is bright, the Central Plains is magnolia, the south is reckless, the yellow sand and white grass in the north of the country, and there is her breath and soul everywhere.

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On May 21, the 14th year of the Great Calendar, Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty collapsed. The crown prince was enthroned in front of the coffin in accordance with the edict of the emperor, and it was Tang Dezong.

Dezong Zhaoyun: "The king is filial to his father, and the story is bright; Mother's filial piety, the story is investigated. Then things don't precede Yan's father, and things don't precede respect. I respectfully accept the mandate of heaven, take the main shrine, adhere to the god of God, the ancestors are matched, and the garden will end forever. And the inner dynasty is empty, the gift of greeting the peace, the sorrow and inner compassion, and the end of the year. I want to go through the road of the boat and car, in order to listen to the sound and ask questions, and the Lord is heavy, and Mo Bandit is deeply sad. It is to use the old rites of Yangji, respect the important number, raise the order, and follow the previous ceremony. It is advisable to order the secretary of state to train before the doctor, and the queen mother will be honored. ”

Dezong reigned for twenty-five years, and issued several edicts to find his biological mother Shen, but found nothing. In November of the first year of Jianzhong, the Virgin Mary Shen was honored as the queen mother, and Chen Li was in the palace of Hanyuan, such as the ceremony of righteousness.

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【center】1. The sound of water is exciting

The first time I saw him, was it seven years old, or was it eight years old?

This concept has always been vague, looking back on the past after more than ten years, it seems to be just yesterday, and it seems to be thousands of years. Many things are like this, and I don't want to recall them, but that's it, intentionally or unintentionally, I dilute time, space, and every small scene, leaving only a shadow like light smoke, which increases melancholy.

Disconsolate.

Should he be melancholy? Many years ago, he didn't think about what he is today. The green shirt is down, the long sword is in the wind, and the ranger is in the world.

Look high. Emei is high above the West Pole sky, thousands of mountains and rivers have passed, and before you know it, you finally reach the foot of Mount Emei. The twin peaks of Emei are opposite, straight into the clouds, and the general road of the world is born out of thin air, and the momentum is incomparable. However, in the things of this world, where there are two heroes who rise and stand for eternity, it will eventually be the east wind blowing away and the west wind rising. Most people are always hidden from the light of others. It's the same with all kinds of other things, such as love...... Thinking of these two words, his eyelids jumped slightly, and he was reassured.

Mount Emei. Leaving more than ten years ago (more than ten years ago?) Sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen? For a long time, I didn't dream back once. But in the past few years, I have been dreaming about the past one after another. The master stroked his beard and sighed slightly: "It is difficult for you to enter the Tao." "Behind the master, there are thousands of flying streams, and the sound of water is agitated; The master's gaze was far away in the red leaves dancing in the sky, and Ling Yi was learning a new swordsmanship, engrossed in it, and he was not distracted at all. The master paused, and then said, "Lingyi, too." At that time, he just bowed down respectfully and replied, "Master, Feng Shengyi has never thought of entering the Tao. The master was not surprised, nodded his head, and said, "That's good." By the time he raised his head, the master had already walked down the mountain on his own. In fact, he has been clumsy since he was a child, and he has many things in his heart and has never spoken to anyone. At that time, he kept thinking, although the master is a Taoist, it is still difficult to get rid of worldly affairs, what is the fun of entering the Tao? The master once sighed privately: "My life's dedication is just to hold a long sword and travel the world." He didn't understand it at the time, so it took more than ten years to finally understand. If the master has a spirit, can he think of the seventeen disciples under his knees, and he is the only one who has fulfilled the master's wish?

"Hero, hero, wait for me-" Turning his head sideways, the young man ran and rolled, panting, walked in front of him, wiped it off his face, the dust was wrapped in black mud, and his face became more and more dirty and funny, only his eyes were shining. Feng Shengyi looked at him with interest: "Go back to your uncle, I don't accept disciples." "It's just a matter of effort, Bashu has a series of epidemics, the young man's parents unfortunately died of illness, and the young man is lonely and is about to be taken into slavery by the gentry. As he happened to pass by, he took the boy out and sent him to his uncle's house. (Your Majesty, your country is still uneven!) However, the boy followed the general, and he let the horse go slowly, and let him follow.

"No, Daxia, I don't want to be your disciple!" The boy seemed to be startled, and jumped up and shouted.

"So, is your uncle treating you badly?"

The boy still shook his head.

And he wondered, "Why is that?" ”

The young man smiled innocently, revealing slightly orange teeth: "I just want to serve the hero's side to repay the kindness!" ”

He laughed, and his heart was extremely happy: "I see, then there is no need, go home and live with your uncle!" ”

When he smiled, the young man still stood still, and Fang Yiban said with a look: "No, my father said when he was alive: It is easy to repay money and debts, but it is difficult to repay love." The most difficult thing in the world is the kindness of others; Although I am young, I must not owe a great favor, so that every day and every night in the future, I must remember what I owe to others, and I will not be able to fall asleep every day and night——"

Wind clothes dismounted. This situation and this scene turned out to be so familiar, like going back in time, he was the immature and stubborn young man in front of him-

That year was a year of famine, and there was a great drought throughout the year, and there was no harvest. This is the prosperous era of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, where can the officials tolerate the news of the great drought and disaster to the ears of the saints, the roads facing outside the four states and eight counties are all blocked, and the relatives watch their relatives starve to death one by one, and there is nothing to do. He suddenly remembered that day was August 15, just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was full like a plate, but the cold light sprinkled down, the mother's face was as white as paper, he was a posthumous son, the mother and son were already struggling to live, she took him to escape from the famine, but could not escape; Her weak body finally collapsed, and she lay dying on the side of the road, looking at him, at her son, the only son who could not be reassured, a little bit, who could not give up, closed her eyes.

He doesn't understand. He shook his mother's body, calling softly, one by one, but she didn't answer.

Finally, someone said in his ear, "She's dead." ”

So, for the first time, he saw him.

He was about his age and about the same size. At that time, he was only dressed very ordinary, but there were several guards with knives with solemn expressions five steps away, so he seemed to be extraordinary. The young Feng Shengyi only felt that the person in front of him was different from his usual playmate, and he was also different from the son and brother of a big family in the countryside, obviously similar to his own age, and the expression between his eyebrows was like an adult, calm, looking at his eyes, there was no contempt for the white eyes, and there was no compassion and sympathy, but seemed to be familiar with him, stroked his shoulder, and said, "Bury it well." ”

There was no need to do it himself—of course, how could he have buried his mother at that time—and his mother and father would be buried together, and in a few days, he asked him if he would like to go to Emei to study art. Naturally, he would like to.

What he owes him is naturally kindness. So, he wants to pay it back. Therefore, he wants to spend half his life with his will to assist him in ascending to the position of ten thousand feet of glory. Therefore, he will do what he wants and wants. Therefore, there are many things, many, many things, in this life, he can't speak, he can't speak, including her.

【center】2.Hit the golden branch

When it was approaching, the Daming Palace gradually became quiet. In recent years, the Holy Buddha has built a temple, and he has become more and more fond of quietness, so the palace attendants and palace ladies have learned to be light and swift as walking on brocade yarn, and their words are as light as spring rain.

Strictly and methodically inspected and defended to the inner hall of Zichen, and all the inner flying dragon envoys on duty saw his figure and bowed from a distance. As an Inner Flying Dragon Envoy, he no longer needs to patrol every day, however, in the past twenty years in office, the Flying Dragon Envoy has thousands of long nights, if he doesn't patrol, what should he do? He was already accustomed to this, the world said that the Nine Heavens were infinitely good, and a few people knew that the high places were not cold. In the inner sanctum, the lights are dim, and the whispered cough is intermittent. He thought: All I can do is accompany him; I still have to be with him when everyone is slowly leaving him.

He stood at the foot of the jade steps, looked up, and there was a full moon tonight.

"Lord Yan, Your Majesty summons you." The chamberlain called to him.

He knew that he would not be able to sleep under such moonlight, on such a night, on such a holy night.

Yan Ming gently stepped into the inner hall and heard the familiar voice of the saint: "Come, Yan Ming, accompany me to talk." The saint leaned on the brocade couch, his face was burnt, he said a word, coughed again, motioned for Yan Ming to sit in front of him, and said: "Speaking of which, you are older than me, but you should be stronger when you are old, and I am not as good as a year." Yan Ming's heart was sad for a while, and he forced a smile: "Your Majesty said that you are laughing-" The saint waved his hand, slowly drank the small cup of decoction in his hand, and said: "Actually, the children are all adults, and I have nothing to worry about. Yan Ming, do you remember the first time you saw her, what it was like-"

Yan Ming suddenly felt that a liquid suddenly rushed to the bottom of his eyes. He said, "How can a minister not remember?" At that time, the minister accompanied His Majesty to watch the teahouse opposite the Shen Mansion, and the sun was just right that day, and the vermilion lacquer gate of the Shen Mansion was opened, and the minister saw her-in fact, it was far away, although the minister had martial arts and sharp eyes, it was difficult to see the jade face of the mother, but the minister saw the light in His Majesty's eyes, as if the essence of heaven and earth were gathered in front of His Majesty-" Hearing this, the saint's eyes slowly increased with brilliance, and he smiled: "What you said is not true, I don't believe you didn't see her face clearly." Yan Ming replied: "The minister doesn't dare." ”

The saint smiled even more, and his words were joking, "Don't dare? He frowned again and asked the side: "I am old and deaf, who is making noise outside the palace?" ”

Only then did the chamberlain dare to reply: "It was Princess Shengping who asked Her Majesty to see you." ”

The saint sighed, tunneling: "Let her in." ”

Shengping rushed into the hall, threw himself into the arms of the saint, and cried loudly: "Father, father, I was beaten by Guo Xuan's kid, you have to make the decision for me!" The saint comforted softly, and Shengfang felt that there was a foreign minister by his side, and slowly squatted at his father's feet while wiping away his tears, but it was the pear blossom with the rain and Chu Chu looked at his father pitifully.

From this point of view, Shengping looks very much like her mother. However, how could Pearl have been like her, throwing herself into her arms and begging for help? She almost always endured, that tear, sometimes in the corner of her eye, sometimes in her heart, her pain, he had to taste it one by one in the long seventeen years, so her pain soaked into his bone marrow. From the bone marrow came cold, and cold was born, and perhaps so, his cough could not be cured for a long time, and it became worse and worse.

He couldn't help coughing again, and Shengping was so anxious that he beat his back and stroked his chest, calling "Father". It was easy to calm down, and his complexion was a little darker. He slowly raised his hand, stroked a wisp of his daughter's sideburns, and said, "Shengping, my father can't protect you for a lifetime." ”

He said so helplessly, with sorrow, Shengping had already left his grievances behind, and tears rained down: "It's all bad for Shengping, and some small things also come to disturb the father, father, father, you will definitely get better." ”

He smiled, "That's good, your temperament is a little like your mother." Your mother, at your age, was already famous in Chang'an......"

"But, Mother, she, why is she!" Knowing that his mother was his father's taboo, Shengping still couldn't help but speak indignantly, "Doesn't she know that her father is sick?" In the past seventeen years, she has never returned to the palace, I don't even know what she looks like, she has never fulfilled her mother's responsibilities, I, I," she choked up for a moment, "I never dare to blame her, but if she doesn't come back soon, I will definitely hate her, hate her!" ”

"Shut up!" He was really angry, and with a wave of his sleeves, there was a sound of gold and jade falling to the ground, Yan Ming hurriedly stepped forward to help, and sighed: "Your Royal Highness Princess, the old minister shouldn't have intervened, princess, you made the saint sad——"

Shengping was shocked, but stubbornly bit his lip and said, "Father, I'm not wrong. I believe that she must still be in the world, and the great rivers and mountains she traveled through were not the hard work of her father, day and night, to be safe in the four seas? Why didn't she want to come back, how many misunderstandings and estrangements there were, was it worth the pain of her father's seventeen years of waiting? ”

When he suddenly heard the words "still in the world", his heart ached like a twist, his breathing was like being stagnation, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Shengping was also shocked and speechless, she stood up hurriedly, dragged her long sleeves to the ground, and looked at her father, who had ridden the world, looked down on the heroes, recovered the rivers and mountains, he had drunk a thousand cups, and was suave and graceful, far from the world. In fact, he can only look at the beautiful woman, how lonely he is.

Finally, I heard an inner attendant say: "The king of Fenyang County tied up his horse and knelt outside the Xing'an Gate to ask for guilt." ”

"Go ahead, Shengping."

He said: "No matter what, you have to have the courage to bear yourself, you, when you grow up, everything that your father can give you has been handed over to you." The joys and sorrows of the rest of the world are all up to you. ”

Shengping seemed to understand whether he understood or not, bent his body and saluted, and retreated to the palace.

She and his two children, he never dared to spoil him. Delivering the world with one hand, and entrusting the most credible loyal ministers with the other, the only thing the Son of Heaven is concerned about is the afterlife.

He slowly sat back on the couch and said to Yan Ming, "Let's go on—"