During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot.

With the passage of time, Chang'an City has really calmed down, and those who have passed away have not been forgotten, but have been put deep in their hearts, and among the streets and alleys that seem to be lively and joyful, there is a force that cannot be seen by the naked eye, which is calmly accumulating, ready to burst out at any time.

At the court meeting, the officials were fiercely arguing about political affairs, and some generals in the military were impatient to mention it again, and stepped forward to propose a new plan, which led to a new round of controversy.

A childish boy who sits on the throne and listens to the debates of the ministers. Obviously, there were many things he couldn't understand, but his expression was very focused and calm, and only the bright yellow shirt that was slightly wrinkled by two small hands showed his nervousness and confusion.

The newly enthroned emperor, His Majesty, if he is still a playful child among the people, can have such a calm appearance, which has made the ministers in the court very satisfied, every time they think of this, their eyes when they look at the wheelchair on the side of the throne, they seem to be more admiring.

The wheelchair was very ordinary, and it looked a little dazzling when placed in the solemn and gorgeous palace hall, but because the scholar sitting in the wheelchair was no longer dazzling.

The scholar was wearing an old cotton jacket and holding an old book in his hand, and he didn't listen to the court discussions, but just looked at the book quietly as usual, but the attention of many people in the hall was actually on him all the time, and the scholar frowned even if he was just tired of reading. will lead to a lot of speculation.

The same is true of the little emperor, he can sit on the throne in a proper manner, endure boring government affairs, and at least show his concentration and calmness, naturally because the teacher is beside him.

The scholar was his teacher.

Senior Brother of the Academy.

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After the dispersal of the court, the relevant recitals and files were not sent to the imperial study. Instead, he was sent to a side hall in the depths of the palace, and at the same time the little emperor himself arrived.

Li Yu lived in this side hall, and now the Tang Dynasty died with the queen's mother. There was no longer any dispute between the two factions, all the officials devoted their spirit to government affairs and war preparation, and the academy had no interest or ability to deal with state affairs. As the imperial sister, she is naturally the most suitable candidate.

Now she has to correct the recitals every day, check the files, and most importantly, teach Her Majesty how to handle government affairs. The queen mother was right before she left, she only has such a younger brother now.

The academy did not have any restrictions on her movements, but for some reason, after Li Yu moved into the palace, she rarely stepped out of her palace, and as for the courtiers who were loyal to her, they had never seen her.

Spring rain falls on the palace. After the officials walked out of the main hall, some couldn't help but look into the depths of the palace, showing emotional expressions, and more people nodded to the imperial study not far away, and then left the palace.

It's been a long time. The door of the imperial study slowly opened, Ning Que cleaned his hands in the copper water basin held by the palace maid, thanked him, picked up the umbrella next to the door, and walked into the spring rain.

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At this time, the spring rain no longer has a sporadic chill, but just blindly lingers. And today's rain is very light, so you don't need to hold an umbrella, and walking on the wet street has a special meaning.

Ning Que can't go out of the city now, so he is used to stepping on the city with his feet, he went to the old bizhai and found that the courtyard wall was repaired, but the old cat didn't know where to go, and then he returned to the house by the Yanming Lake, looking at the fine willows by the lake and the lotus leaves bearing the dewdrops, and was silent for a long time as before.

The senior brother is in the palace, the second senior brother guards the academy, the third senior sister drifts away, Master Huang Yang has not recovered after being seriously injured by the master, and left Chang'an City the day before yesterday, he said that he wants to go to the Hanging Temple again, but this time it is not to visit the Buddha, but to ask those Buddhist disciples to solve some questions in their hearts.

Many people die or leave, and there are always people who are concerned or nostalgic, but just like Ning Que once thought, except for the cat in Lao Bizhai and the lotus flowers in Yanming Lake, not many people still remember Sangsang.

The yellow-haired Sangsang, the black Sangsang, the diligent Sangsang, the Sangsang that can be held in summer, and the Sangsang who is not good-looking, are all Sangsang who is easy to be forgotten, she is too inconspicuous, whether she is the daughter of the Hades King or the heir of the light or the doppelganger of Haotian, she disappeared and disappeared like this.

The maidservant girl sent a letter, Ning Que tore open the envelope and looked at it, and found that it was a receipt from the letter bureau, which contained a silver ticket that had been beaten back. He looked at the silver ticket, remembered many things, closed his eyes, and remembered many things, he felt more and more that he really looked like a prisoner in Chang'an City, and it became difficult to breathe.

He thought for a long time, and finally walked out of the yard, looked at the coachman in front of the black carriage and said, "What do you think if you want to be a coachman for me?"

are all a little aggrieved. ”

That driver was Wang Jingluo.

After General Xu Shida died in battle, he rushed back to Chang'an to report the news in the starry night, and then stayed in the military headquarters, but for some reason, he has now become Ning Que's coachman.

Wang Jingluo said indifferently: "As long as you can fulfill your promise, I can do anything." ”

Ning Que said: "I must be able to." ”

Wang Jingluo asked, "Where to go?"

Ning Que said: "South City Gate." ”

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The black carriage walked quietly in the streets and alleys in the spring rain.

After a short time, they came to the south gate.

The carriage stopped for a long time in the cave of the city gate, and the rain on the wall of the carriage gradually dried, and there was no movement, and it was not known whether the people in the carriage wanted to enter the city or want to leave the city.

The soldiers of the City Gate Division and the surrounding vendors now know the black carriage, as it has often been parked at the city gate for long periods of time these days.

Many people's eyes fell on this black carriage, wanting to see if they would leave the city today.

Time passed gradually.

Wang Jingluo said: "There are actually many places to visit in the city. ”

Ning Que didn't speak in the car, holding the letter tightly in his hand, but as if he saw the queen mother jumping down in front of his eyes, he once again really experienced that mood.

"Let's go. He said.

Wang Jingluo lifted the reins, prepared to turn the carriage around, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Que said: "Get out of the city." ”

Wang Jingluo's hand holding the reins stiffened slightly, and said, "Are you sure?"

Ning Que said: "If I don't even dare to go ten miles outside the city, how can I kill people for thousands of miles in the future?"

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Ten miles south of Chang'an City, there are leaving the pavilion, there are large areas of barren grass, and there are many cemeteries.

Ning Que first went to the joint tomb of His Majesty and the Empress, and then went to the cemetery of the military department, where many soldiers who died in battle were buried, and then he cleared the grass and came to the tomb of his master Yan Se and Wei Guangming.

"When you leave, you must have seen a lot of the future, but why do people have to see it until they die, and what does that mean to us who are alive?"

With that, he walked to his left and came to the newly built tomb.

The stone tomb is small, as small as Sangsang.

Because there were only a few handmaid clothes in the tomb, half a box of silver tickets and two boxes of Chan Kum Kee fat powder.

Zeng Jing and his wife stood in front of the tomb, Mrs. Zeng Jing's eyes were very red and swollen, thinking that she had been crying in front of the tomb for a long time, and the servants of the bachelor's mansion were cleaning up the incense and candles around her.

Ning Que stepped forward and said respectfully: "Father-in-law, let's take my mother-in-law back first." ”

Scholar Zeng Jing didn't expect to see him outside the city, first shocked, then figured out the reason, and suddenly burst into tears, and patted him on the shoulder with relief.

The people of the Bachelor's Mansion have returned to the city.

Ning Que stood alone in front of Sangsang's tomb.

He took the letter from his bosom and tore the silver ticket in half, half of which was burned at the tomb along with the receipt, and the other half carefully put back in his bosom.

Then he left.

The black carriage approached Chang'an City.

He sat in the carriage, listening to the spring rain banging on the window, silent.

Suddenly a wind came from the north.

In the wind in the middle of spring, there is too much loess in the north, and when it is drenched by the rain, it becomes yellow mud.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it kept flowing down the walls to the ground like a yellow curtain.

He remembered the earthen walls of Weicheng.

The silver ticket was sent to Weicheng.

In the years since he came to Chang'an, Sangsang would send silver tickets to Weicheng every month.

But this receipt reads: No such person has been found.

Yes, there has been no one in Weicheng for a long time.

Sangsang is also gone.

Ning Que cried bitterly.

He jumped out of the carriage and into the rain.

The rain fell on his face, muddy with tears.

The black carriage followed him.

There were pedestrians who hurriedly took shelter from the rain, looking at this strange scene, and asked, "Why don't you take the car?

Ning Que wiped the water off his face, pointed to the willow trees on the side of the official road that were still green and pleasant even though they were beaten by the mud and rain, and said, "But, this is spring, isn't it?"

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