"Obey!" the national teacher Li Qingze said respectfully, and then he turned around and walked down the highest "Hanyang Tower" of the Han Dynasty.

Not long after Li Qingze left, Emperor Gao Xuan suddenly smiled at the red-robed old eunuch who was guarding the side and asked, "Wei Jian, do you have something to say to me?"

The red-robed old eunuch with white eyes, that is, Wei Jian, one of the Nine Realms martial artists of the Han Dynasty, said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, tomorrow will be Queen Duan......" Just halfway through, he stopped speaking.

When Emperor Gao Xuan heard the words Empress Duan, a soft color flashed in his eyes, and he whispered bitterly: "I know, I always remember it......"

Then he turned away and said no more. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the world at sunset, Wei Jian was blind but his heart was clear, he knew how important Empress Duan was to His Majesty Emperor Gao Xuan......

In this way, the two people above the attic were silent.

......

Following

Yao Zhenyi went out a little earlier than usual today, looking at the sky where the sun had just risen at dawn, the young man went back to the house and added a piece of clothing and took a bamboo basket and went out.

Sometimes teenagers often wonder when the rice jar at home is a little shorter, so that they will not sigh, or when the roof leaks on a rainy day, they will not feel sad when they look at the rain that is dripping down little by little. The boy didn't know, he didn't know before, and he didn't know now.

After Yao Zhenyi went out, he did not go to the mountains outside the town first, but walked to the foot of a mountain in the town not far from his home, where two teenagers piled up like a hill with one hand, and two wooden signs were inserted in front of the mound. There are only a few deserted and dilapidated old houses around Tutui, and the ground is overgrown with weeds and dog's tail grass, and it is clear that this place has not been inhabited for a long time.

Yao Zhenyi slowly walked to the two "cemeteries" that he had piled up little by little with his hands , squatted down to gently pull out the weeds around the mound, and then took out two pieces of yellow paper from the bamboo basket on his back, and replaced the old yellow paper that had been dried in the sun with stones on the mound, put down the bamboo basket on his back, and took out some fruits from it, as well as the pastries bought from the glutinous rice shop in the town, which were not expensive, ten cents a pack, and the young man had never eaten them, but he happened to hear those rich and noble families say that this pastry tasted good, so he bought some and wanted his father and mother to taste it.

Yao Zhenyi set those things, and then took out three sticks of fine incense from the bamboo basket, which was bought from Lu Daochang, although Lu Daochang smiled and said that there was no money and no money, but the young man still insisted on giving money.

Then the boy knelt down in front of the two wooden signs, smiled and whispered, "Father, mother, the child has come to see you." ”

After finishing speaking, Yao Zhenyi took out the fire fold from his arms and lit the three sticks of fine incense, and then held the fine incense high on his head and bowed three times, and finally inserted the fine incense, "Dad, mother, you can rest assured, the child is doing well, the truth taught by Mr. Su and the books that were given away, I have seriously thought about and learned." There is also Granny Yu, I also went to her to help, her old man's body is also tough, and she has to live a long life. Brother Liang still refused to teach me how to learn swords, but he taught me to practice a set of boxing piles, and I heard that if I practiced it, it would be very powerful! And Lu Daochang, he was very good to me! You can rest assured, the child will definitely do well...... By the way, the child has saved a lot of money now, and he will ...... more and more in the future."

Yao Zhenyi's voice choked up as he spoke, and then wiped away his tears and said softly: "Actually, the child is not bitter, it is really not bitter." It is...... I miss you guys a little......"

In fact, the young man still had some things in his heart that he had never told his father. That is, every time he passed through the alleys not far from his home, there were always some tongue-chewing women who liked to point fingers, although they could ignore them, but these vicious words would always be a little uncomfortable to hear. There are also those children who don't play with themselves, saying that they are children without parents. If you encounter someone with a bad mind and a vicious mouth, you will also scold the young man for being a little mongrel who has no one to raise......

Yao Zhenyi remembers that when those people were children when something went wrong, they always liked to scold two vicious and ugly words through the wall of the courtyard in the middle of the night, and some people even threw some stones and sticks into the courtyard if they found that they were angry after scolding, and then kicked the courtyard door twice.

Every time they finished scolding and throwing away, the boy dared to come out and sweep away the stones and sticks that those people had thrown in the yard...... At that time, the boy felt pain, very painful, but it hurt even more in the heart.

The boy didn't understand if those people were right to do so. If they really stoned themselves to death at that time, was there one less disgusting little bastard in the happy alley? Or would they feel a little uneasy and guilty in their hearts? Yao Zhenyi didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Yao Zhenyi can't remember how many times when he was a child, he hugged the quilt and cried bitterly at night, until he was tired of crying and fell asleep unconsciously......

It's just that in the past two years, no one has been scolding or throwing things across the wall in their yard, maybe they feel that the teenager is getting older and older, and he is afraid of revenge......

Yao Zhenyi would not say these words to his father and mother, and he didn't want to say them. It's hard, but he'll get through it, right?

Yao Zhenyi came back to his senses, took out a small cloth wrap from his arms, and after opening the cloth wrap, there were a few rock candy inside. The young man put the rock candy in front of his father's tomb and smiled at them, and Yao Zhenyi seemed to see his father and mother smiling at him...

......

South of the town of Baiko,

There is a peach wood alley here, and there are not many young people living there, but there are more old people. The rich and wealthy families either moved to the windy alleys of the town, or went to the capital of the Han Dynasty, and there was no one else except for a few old people who were old and unwilling to follow their children and grandchildren to enjoy the blessings. In the words of the old man, that is, you can go and go, why do you take me with me, I have lived here since I was a child, what if I go to the capital? I don't know each other inside and outside, and no one talks to me if I want to nag, even if I die here in the future, I will have a place to return!

In addition to the many dilapidated houses, there are also a few old locust trees that are a little old, and the old people like to shade under this locust tree the most, and lie on the wooden chair with a rattan fan in their hands to enjoy the shade.

And there is a stage here, I heard that it was built by a pitiful class master from the north a few years ago, this class master is also a little strange, for several years, since the stage was built, only one song a day, not only do not listen to the music of the people who have a penny of silver, or when the sun is about to set, it is still the song of the dead country.

One day, a good deed person passed by here and saw this scene and said with a casual smile, "Isn't it for the dead man?"

As a result, the person who did the good thing was immediately scolded by the old people here, and the man seemed to be unwilling or wondered why these old people who were usually very good at talking were so out of shape, but when he saw that the old people were extremely angry, he still ran away......

Today, as usual, this pitiful class master is dressed as a pitiful person on stage when the sun is setting, and he has not seen any entourage around him over the years, saying that he is talking about the class master, but except for some people who help the stage to sing songs, he is alone on the stage.

I saw this pitiful class master slowly ascend to the stage with his feet raised, and then bowed to the people in the audience, and after getting up, the pitiful man turned around and raised his toes in one step, and sang in a loud voice: "The infinite Dan Qing hand in the world, a sad painting can't be made, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken, I am alone in the white bones and green ashes, and the duckweed in the troubled times endures to see the beacon fire burning the mountains and rivers, and the humble does not dare to forget the country, even if no one in the world knows me..."

The sound of grace on the stage floated, and some of the old people listening to the play listened quietly, and some Mengtong sat aside, either not knowing the meaning, or looking at the sad pity on the stage curiously.

The sheng song started again, the gongs and drums were very close, and he stepped on the stage with the drums and drums. The Kun dialect is graceful, the play is folded, the water sleeves rise and fall, the orchid fingers are twisted, the face coated with vermilion powder is hidden behind the peach blossom folding fan, and the eyes are sometimes affectionate, sometimes sad, as if they can capture people's souls at a glance, chanting and singing, all kinds of sorrow in one.

In the far north of the Han Dynasty, there was a Daxun Dynasty, heavy literature and light military force has not seen the military for decades, when the pear blossoms bloomed all over the Daxun Dynasty, the people of the whole dynasty mistakenly thought that this is the so-called peaceful and prosperous era, even the ministers of the court above the temple are lazy in political affairs, the king does not ask the court to sing every night, but there are also some ministers who are worried about the country, saying that now the troubled times are rising, and the dynasty is eyeing the tiger, and the army should be trained to abandon the extravagance of the pseudo-prosperous world, and as a result, it angered the king who was greedy for pleasure, and directly put several people in prison。

One of the feudal kings who was defending the border hurried back to Beijing, but the place where he passed was the scene of the wilderness, and many of the ministers actually lingered in the place where the fence was hooked, and talked very happily with the women of the boat family every night, and if they were so happy, they asked the women to dance the dance of undressing in front of everyone!

Seeing this scene, the vassal king was extremely distressed, and hurriedly returned to Beijing to dissuade His Majesty the emperor, but was expelled from Beijing on the grounds of laziness in military affairs......

A few years later, the enemy's iron cavalry and swords finally came to this so-called "happy land", the city was full of wind and rain and crumbling, it is ironic that the 150,000 troops who guarded the capital actually surrendered without a fight, and when the vassal king led the troops into the capital to rescue, he found that there were more than 40 heads hanging on the city gate, and the leader was the king, and the king's eyes were still full of disbelief and that frightened color, I thought it was the peaceful and prosperous world, who had thought it was an illusion.

The vassal king was heartbroken, and took the remaining soldiers and horses to fight the enemy, but unfortunately the general trend was gone, and in the end, only a few guards were left to protect the vassal king and break out of the encirclement.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the escaped vassal king had already made up his mind to live and die, and looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the corpses were all over the field and the blood flowed into the river, that was his brother, the people of the Daxun Dynasty!!

"The mountains and rivers are gone, and the people are gone, how can they live in the world...... He Yancun......" The poor man sang to the last song, and after falling to the ground with tears in his eyes, he kowtowed a few times in the direction of the setting sun. Year after year, day after day, even if no one knows, even if no one listens to the song, he still sings like this.

There was silence in the audience, and the old man also fell with tears, but he didn't applaud, this is a good song, you have to listen to it with your heart.

Yao Zhenyi, who has come back from the mountains, also sits here to listen, a little sad in his heart, occasionally he will come here to listen to the opera of this pitiful class master, some things are a little bitter and can never be said to others, only in his own heart.

What few people know is that year, the goshawk hovered above the sky, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere below, and the beacon fire war lasted until March, and the Daxun Dynasty completely lost the country, and the people of the dynasty have been displaced since then, and they have become homeless people in the world......