Zhou He showed a strange look on his face that he didn't know whether it was pain or shame, opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, suddenly his whole body trembled, and he fell to the ground again.

Due to his injuries, Zhou He died in prison that night amid □□ and shouts. The fire in the Chongtian Temple also burned all night, and it was extinguished at dawn. The only good thing is that the scene was properly organized last night, the fire never got out of control, and the nearby Yuyun Tower, except for some traces of smoke, are all intact.

At dawn, the palace gates opened as usual to the rumbling sound of street drums. When many officials heard the news, they gathered in the square in front of the palace, which was separated by a rejection of horses. When they saw this majestic palace turn into a wreck overnight, and above the charred ruins, only the smoke slowly rising, they all sighed.

The name of the Chongtian Hall was built to celebrate the longevity of the saints, but it was actually erected in comparison with the Yong'an Hall in the past.

No one has ever said it explicitly, however, everyone knows that in the hall, the picture of heaven and man Jingluo is the core of this hall, and it is a symbol of today's saint's martial arts.

Who would have thought that the Great Hall of Babel, the legendary painting, would be so destroyed by the hands of a small painter, how ironic!

The raging night fire burning in the palace also alarmed the entire Chang'an.

The next day, the Chongtian Temple accidentally walked into the water last night, and the news that the murals in it were destroyed also spread. The royal envoys who lived in the hall of Honglu Temple and were eagerly waiting for the arrival of the celebration were all disappointed when they heard the news. The people in the market are also talking.

In order to welcome the triumph of the soldiers, every household in Chang'an has been preparing lanterns and colored cloth recently, and on that day, the lights are put up in front of the door, and the eaves of the windows are colored to celebrate the grand ceremony. The imperial court also issued a document a few days ago, when the curfew in the whole city will be lifted for three days, and the people can carnival all night to make up for the Lantern Festival cancelled due to the war last year and this year. When the news spread, the whole city cheered, and those young men and women in their prime, whether they were Zhumen nobles or small Pengmen households, all called friends and made an appointment to play together. It is conceivable how lively Chang'an will be then. Seeing that the festive atmosphere is better than one day at a time, the sudden occurrence of this kind of accident is like a shadow suddenly hanging over the head, and it is inevitable that people will be connected to the past of the Yong'an Temple many years ago. Although no one dared to say it out, everyone in the streets and alleys always sighed when they talked about it.

However, these are not of secondary importance.

Because of this accident, the biggest headache is the Ministry of Rites.

The soldiers are on the way to victory, getting closer and closer to Chang'an, and will arrive soon. There is only half a month left in the celebration.

In front of the Danfeng Gate and the Bell and Drum Tower of the Imperial Palace, after the scheduled sacrifice of prisoners, according to the plan, the emperor will give a banquet in the Chongtian Palace, reward the meritorious generals, and add an extremely important process to announce to the world that Li Zhi is the emperor's grandson.

Such an important occasion is no less than the sacrifice of prisoners. The Chongtian Temple suddenly turned into ruins overnight, where should it be arranged, and what is the most appropriate arrangement?

The choice of location, in fact, is not the most difficult, such as the palace Changle Palace, Mingguang Palace, etc., the venue is not small, all can be accommodated, re-preparation, although in a hurry, but as long as the manpower is enough, it is not a problem.

The most critical thing is the picture of Jingluo.

Let's not talk about whether there are suitable locations for painting in Changle Palace, Mingguang Hall and other places, even if there is, it may be completed within half a month? I remember that Ye Zhongli made that mural back then, and it took more than a month.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu led a group of people to find Pei Ji, the prime minister who had just returned to the dynasty, and thought that the safest way was to set a new celebration occasion as soon as possible among several alternative options, so as to start preparing for various matters.

As for the mural, although everyone unanimously agreed that the most reasonable disposition was to abandon it, this kind of thing was not something they dared to say.

Early this morning, rumors flowed out of the palace, the emperor had a flat reaction to the burning of the Chongtian Hall and the murals last night, and when he heard the return, he was silent for a moment, and only said "If it is burned, it will be burned, and it will be determined by heaven", and there is nothing else to say. But in view of the emperor's strange temperament, in the twenty years since the advent of the dynasty, there are probably not many ministers who dare to say that they will not mislisten to him.

The more he reacted, the more suspicious the minister became. After all, the importance of the mural to the occasion of the day was self-evident, it was a symbol of his exploits, and without it, no one was sure what he really thought in his heart.

This is by no means a trivial matter, especially if it bumps into the case of Li Yan and the Wang family, it is even more necessary to be cautious.

"Therefore, I didn't dare to make a rash decision, so I only chose a few available venues and asked the old prime minister to look at them to see where was the most suitable. In addition, I also want to consult the old prime minister about the mural, I wonder if the princess has another decision? ”

Pei Ji looked at the list of alternative palaces presented by the officials, and was listening to them describe the situation of each palace, when suddenly, there was a sound of announcement outside, and the horses came.

Everyone paused and got up to greet each other.

Pei Xiaoyuan walked in, saluted Pei Ji on the seat, and then exchanged pleasantries with the ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and said, "The princess has decided, and the venue will be changed to the town building." ”

The crowd looked surprised. Pei Ji was thoughtful.

"Also, about the murals," Pei Xiaoyuan paused and looked at everyone.

"The princess said that the murals were indispensable. She led the painter of the institute to take charge of this matter. ”

"She told me to tell you that the painting would be completed before the celebration."

The news that the princess will personally remake the Tianren Jingluo Diagram in the Zhenguo Building has spread again.

The painting is in the Zhenguo Building, without the obstruction of the palace wall, which means that in the future, ordinary people in Chang'an will also have the opportunity to witness this legendary famous painting.

It was first from the hand of Ye Zhongli, who was rumored to have ascended to heaven by the dragon and became an immortal, and it was amazing, however, after leaving the world with a glimpse of the hurried back, it disappeared into the trampling of the golden horse's hooves and the rolling fire of war together with the great Chang'an that it had witnessed at the peak.

Now, twenty years later, with twists and turns, the peerless paintings of the past will finally return in such a way, who would have thought?

For many days, no one in the teahouse tavern was talking about it, no one was looking forward to the painting, and everyone was looking forward to it, and the shadow brought by the fire in the Chongtian Temple was swept away.

The day after the fire in Chongtian Temple, Su Yu entrusted Xiaohu'er to He and Pei Xiaoyuan, and he came to Zhenguo Building and began to paint behind closed doors.

The style of the Zhenguo Building is the same as the palace building, and the volume of the mural is almost the same as the original. In less than half a month, she couldn't complete all the paintings alone. According to her plan, she will be responsible for hooking the line, and after completion, Song Bokang, Wang Chunlei, Lin Mingyuan and others will participate in the coloring.

The time is too hasty, and there are many people who have handled it, and the final painting that comes out may be far less than the original work of Ah Gong 20 years ago, let alone surpassing.

But, she had to do it.

The time left for her was extremely short. In just seven or eight days, she had to complete all the hooks. This is the core skeleton of a mural, and it is also the most difficult part. From the beginning of the conception of the layout to the implementation of the details, every fold of the garment that moves with the wind, every fold of the mountain and river peaks and stones, must be drawn to the best of her ability.

In the Zhenguo Building, she painted with great passion, day and night, and completely entered the realm of selflessness. When he was hungry, he ate a few mouthfuls of the food that had been cold and had been put aside by the maidservant, and when he was tired, he closed his eyes for a moment in a temporary resting place nearby, woke up from his dream, got up, grabbed a paintbrush and continued to paint. Even in a short dream, she turned into a flying sky, soaring in the picture, completely becoming one with it.

She didn't hesitate to make this decision.

As long as there is a possibility of realization, the painting she envisions must appear in the upcoming celebration.

Not to sing the praises of her father. What is his meritorious work, whether he is worthy of the name of the Zhongxing monarch, not in this painting, for thousands of years, future generations have their own comments.

Just like what her Aya said after learning that the Chongtian Temple was on fire, it was the will of heaven. She wanted to do one thing for this celebration.

She wanted to use this painting, which had witnessed the peak glory of the Holy Dynasty, to greet the triumphant soldiers. Let each of them, the moment they walk into the gate of Kaiyuan, they can see Chang'an and every inch of the land of the Holy Dynasty radiating out with Chang'an as the center, which is magnificent, and will always be blessed by the gods.

Their blood, and not this time, and of everyone who never came back, was shed in vain.

Dynasties will rise and fall, monarchs will change, and people will live longer. The names of the vast majority of them are destined to be unknown.

But, under the sky, the mountain will remember.

Chang'an, will also be remembered.

After almost five days of painting, in the middle of the sixth night, Su Yu was so tired that the arm that had been raised was so sore that it was about to break, and his eyelids were heavy, and he stood on a frame built to facilitate painting from a high place, and he felt lightheaded, and a feeling of dizziness hit.

She knew she had to rest.

She got off the shelf and told Yang Zaien that if she didn't wake up on the fifth watch, wake her up, and then went into the lounge, lay down in her kimono, and fell asleep with her head on the pillow.

She slept very deeply, and did not know the hour. The morning drum of the fifth watch sounded, and it did not alarm her.

When she had slept enough, she opened her eyes blankly and found that it was already dawning outside.

A bright spring morning sun shines through the gap in the roller blinds. She sat up suddenly, turned over and got off the bed, opened the door and saw Yang Zaien guarding the door, she couldn't help but be furious, and said, "Didn't you call me on the fifth watch?" Why not? ”

She had never been so angry with the people around her. This time, I couldn't control it.

The time left for her is really too tight, so tight that every hour, there is a predetermined picture that must be completed, and it can only be early, not delayed.

"The princess is angry."

Yang Zaien was scolded, but instead of panicking, his face showed an unusual hint of joy, and after bowing down to make amends to her, he said softly: "Princess, go and see, who's coming." It was his old man who wouldn't let me call me princess. ”

Su Yu was stunned, suddenly reacted, ecstatic, pulled his legs and ran to the main hall, rushed to the front of the palace, and stopped.

On top of the high easel, there stood the back of an old man she was familiar with. With a paintbrush in his hand and his head tilted slightly, he picked up the image she had stopped at the previous night, concentrating on the lines.

"Girl, woke up?"

Ye Zhongli turned his face, still holding a pen in his hand, and nodded with a smile at Suyu.

"Ah Gong is not far from Chang'an, and I heard about the Chongtian Temple on the road, thinking that you might need help, so I came back so that I can give you a start."

"Ah Gong!"

Because of great excitement and joy, Su Yu's eyes blurred.

She choked up, then quickly wiped away her tears, stopped talking, entered, picked up another paintbrush from the work case, climbed onto the easel, came to Ye Zhongli's side, and joined in the painting.

Ye Zhongli is Chang'an who entered the fifth watch this morning.

It is said that the old immortal Ye Zhongli, who had disappeared for more than 20 years, suddenly appeared, and together with the princess, he made that picture of the heavenly and human Jingluo for Zhenguo Tower.

As soon as this new news spread, Chang'an was completely boiling. If it weren't for the temporary protection around the Zhenguo Building, idlers and miscellaneous people would not be able to approach, but I was afraid that people in half of the city would flock to watch. Although they can't witness the true face of the mural yet, the people of Chang'an are looking forward to the upcoming celebration.

Outside, all the noise and excitement were blocked out of the gate of Zhenguo Tower.

Su Yu threw himself on the mural, and together with Ah Gong, the master and apprentice worked together, and the progress was unexpectedly smooth.

Finally, the last moment came.

The night before, the mural will be completed, and only the last two strokes remain.

Under Ah Gong's encouraging gaze, Su Yu lifted the paintbrush and dipped it in the material, dyeing the eyes of the Haotian Emperor in the center of the mural.

When she was done, she slowly turned her head and saw Ah Gong standing behind her with his hands behind him, watching quietly.

Ah Gong is not looking at this mural that has gone through many catastrophes and many years later, and the master and apprentice have worked together to regain life.

As far as he could see, it was clearly her.

Ah Gong didn't say a word, however, under the bright lights, she could see clearly, and Ah Gong's eyes flashed with great pride.

At this moment, in her mind, she couldn't help but think of the moment when the city was broken many years ago, when he named her in the deep spring drizzle and picked her up and left the fireworks in Chang'an.

She put down her pen, turned around and threw herself into Ah Gong's arms, hugged his increasingly thin body, and thought that the separation was coming again, and she was so sad that she couldn't help but cry.

Ye Zhongli comforted her, and when he saw that she refused to look up for a long time, he said: "Girl, the one you painted is much better than the one that Ah Gong painted himself." Ah Gong is stained with your light, and when the time comes, let's let everyone in the world see and fall out of their eyes! ”

Su Yu raised his head, "Ah Gong, you make fun of me!" It's all thanks to you! ”

Ye Zhongli shook his head with a smile, and then raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face for her, and sighed: "It's such a big person, just cry when you say it." Ah Gong is going to worry about Pei Jia'er. I don't think he's good at talking, and sooner or later, how can he coax you—"

"Ah Gong!"

Su Yu finally burst into tears and laughed, and shouted reluctantly, at this time, she saw a figure standing quietly in the dark corner of the night shadow outside the temple gate.

Zhao Zhongfang crossed the threshold with a little difficulty, walked in front of Ye Zhongli, bowed respectfully, and said, "Your Majesty has something, and I am ordered to hand it over to Ye Gong." The people sent to chase didn't see Ye Gong, but unexpectedly Ye Gong came back. ”

He carefully took an object wrapped in a plain towel from the plate held by a palace eunuch behind him and presented it to Ye Zhongli.

It can be seen that Ye Zhongli should be a little puzzled. hesitated, took it, opened the scarf, and slowly revealed a woman's golden hairpin. The hairpin body washed away the sludge that had once wrapped it, and under the reflection of the bright lamp, it shimmered quietly like a new golden light.

The first time Su Yu saw it, he recognized it, and while he was sad, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

This hairpin, which was once worn in A-Niang's hair and also dyed with A-Niang's blood, has been hidden in Aye's body since it was unearthed, and has never left her body for a moment.

She didn't know when and under what circumstances Aya was willing to make such a decision.

Is it his gratitude to Ding Baiya for sacrificing his life to protect her aunt?

Or is Ding Baiya more qualified for its company than him?

Her eyes began to heat up again.

"This is a relic of Empress Zhaode."

After Zhao Zhongfang finished whispering, he bowed to Ye Zhongli again, bowed again, bowed, then retreated, turned around, and slowly walked out of the hall.

Ye Zhongli wrapped the hairpin back in its original state, came to the bag he was carrying, carefully put it and the bones together, and after re-wrapping it, he looked at it silently for a moment, patted it gently, as if he was saying something to his former beloved disciple.