Spring comes and autumn goes to lovesickness, autumn goes to spring, and information is scarce.

Hongyan followed the sun through the distance, and the silk book arrived in Gyeonggi on the same day.

"Mother, don't look at it. Let's go!"

On the Jingbei Ancient Road, a drooping child was holding his sister's hand and happily waving to his mother who was following behind.

It was late autumn, the grass and trees on the roadside were yellow, and the leaves were scattered in the wind. The remnant sun in the distance is like blood, and the sun is approaching dusk.

The coarse cloth woman was looking back on the ancient path, and a smile appeared on her face when she heard the child's call. After settling down, I packed my bags and accelerated my pace to catch up.

The woman took the child's little hand and touched his little head lovingly. I had to rely on myself to shield the two children from the wind and rain along the way.

Behind the ancient road, the sound of horses' hooves continued, and the dust was constantly splashed by the horses' hooves, raising a cloud of dust and smoke floating in the air, and in front of the dust and smoke, a man rode a fast horse and led a carriage to gallop.

The woman heard the sound of horses' hooves behind her and looked back. Then he grabbed the child's little hand and led the two to the side of the road, letting the carriage and horses go first.

Unexpectedly, the carriage and horses went straight in front of them and stopped.

A young man with a sword at his waist jumped down from the horse, he walked straight up to the woman and saluted, and asked, "Are you Madame Wang?"

When the child saw the majesty of the carriage and the horse, and the horse's nose exhaled white air, he felt that it was amazing, and he couldn't help but want to come forward and touch it. But when he saw the sword at the young man's waist, he was so frightened that he stepped back and didn't dare to step forward.

The woman squeezed the child's little hand firmly, signaling not to panic. Turning to face the young man with the sword, he spoke: "Please also ask the son to take off the sword and speak, lest you frighten the child." ”

When the young man heard this, he hurriedly took off his sword and handed it to his entourage.

When the woman saw that the young man with the sword was polite and polite, not like a villain, she replied, "The Imperial Inspector Wang is my husband, and the concubine's surname is Qin." Haven't asked for Childe's name yet?"

When the young man heard this, there was a look of great joy and sorrow on his face, "I can be regarded as catching up with Madame." He looked down and saw a pair of children of the woman, who were staring at him curiously, and said to the woman: "In the Song Dynasty, I was sent by Wu Shangshu to find my wife. ”

Song Zhishu lowered his voice and said, "Madam, please take a step to speak." ”

When the woman was hesitating, Song Zhishu said again: "It's about Lord Wang." ”

This woman is none other than the inner person of the Imperial History Inspector Wang Youling. On the same day, after she got the monthly salary that her husband asked for, she asked the landlord to pay the rent. Then, according to Wang Youling's instructions, he took a pair of children and rushed back to his hometown. At this time, it has been a few days since he left Jingshi.

When Mrs. Wang heard that her husband was concerned, her heart sank. She said to her older daughter, "Take care of my brother, don't let him run away." So he and Song Zhishu went away to talk, afraid of being heard by the child.

Song Zhishu said heavily: "Lord Wang failed to impeach and admonish him again in the court, so he admonished the king with blood and made his will clear with death...... I also asked my wife to rush back to Beijing with me to deal with the aftermath for the adults and preside over the overall situation. ”

Mrs. Wang noticed that her husband's words and deeds had become strange very early, and she didn't think much about it at the time, just because he was unsatisfactory in officialdom, so she didn't dig into it to the end, and she didn't know that he would have the will to die.

When she heard the words at this moment, she suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and she fainted because of her breath......

The autumn wind is solemn, and the autumn rain is sad. The clatter of horses' hooves echoed in the alleys of late autumn......

The alley in front of the dilapidated house of the Imperial Inspector Wang Youling was crowded with passers-by who came to mourn in the rain.

When the crowd heard the sound of horses' hooves, they split the passage on their own accord and let the carriage pass slowly.

Although the horses were majestic, the sound of hooves was low, and the wheels of the horses crushed against the muddy road, and they slowly moved forward inch by inch, leaving a long trail. The autumn wind whipped up the rain and rustled on the roof of the carport, and the water droplets dripped down the carport. The curtain hanging in the carport was blown by the wind, and when I lifted the corner of the car, I saw the woman in the car, dressed in plain clothes, with tears on her face, tightly hugging two children dressed in linen and wearing filial piety......

Wang Youling, the inspector of the imperial history, took his example as an example, hoping to wake up people's hearts with his death: even if the power is right, morality should come first.

Looking at his life: he is upright, with clean sleeves, neither forming gangs and forming factions for personal gain, nor flattery. It is a frank and righteous path, and it is a bloody mantra. It can be said that the heart is related to the great Yan, the sun and the moon can be expressed, and the ambition is for all the people, and the sky can be learned. His words and deeds can chase saints.

I don't know who in the crowd shouted tragically: "See off the adults!"

The people who came here to pay their respects began to bend down, ignoring the wind and rain and the mud on the ground, and knelt all over the ground in the black press, and shouted in unison: "See off the adults." ”

The sound is strong and sad, throbbing the Beijing Division.

Mrs. Wang in the carriage heard that these people were coming to see them off, and she couldn't suppress her grief, hugged her two children harder, and shouted: "Youling, do you hear it......?" Do you hear me?" the two children heard their mother's screams, and were so frightened that they wept bitterly.

When Mrs. Wang heard her children crying bitterly, her mother's love welled up in her heart. But when I thought that the love of my heart was no longer alive, I couldn't hold back the grief in my heart anymore and cried bitterly.

Seeing this, the children hugged their mother, and the three of them hugged each other and cried.

The old images have resurfaced......

"Right Ling, what kind of court official do you want to be after you go to Beijing?"

Wang Youling hugged the girl, smiled stupidly, and didn't say a word.

At that time, the girl surnamed Qin, who had not yet become Mrs. Wang Youling, looked at him and asked with a smile: "Look up to the sky, bow down to others?"

Wang Youling was in his prime at that time, and nodded when he heard the words. He then held the girl's hair with his hand and said softly: "I am willing to dress the world for the flying flotsam, and the wind and cold will not be on the side." ”

It was from that time that the girl surnamed Qin fell in love with this tall and thin man and couldn't extricate herself......

In the distance, under the old locust tree, a person in a dark coat and holding an umbrella stood quietly. At this moment, seeing the scene of passers-by seeing them off, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion and burst into tears.

I saw him bow deeply to the dilapidated old house where Wang Youling lived, and silently read in his heart: "The white-haired person sends the black-haired person." Although I always speak ill of you on a daily basis, how I wish you wouldn't show your edge too soon. When you are full-fledged, I will abdicate and make way for Xian, and personally send you to the position of Yu Shicheng. At that time, you will be able to show your strength even more, why don't you understand my good intentions......"

The old man was in tears and grief.

At this time, another man under the tree led a young man to arrive, and the two looked in the direction of the carriage and stared intently.

Half of the shoulders of the man who came behind him were already wet with the rain, and he leaned most of the umbrella on the side of the young man to shield him from the wind and rain.

The young man opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wu, who is sitting in the carriage, and why do these people kneel down to him?"

The gentleman explained: "These people have come here to see off the hero in their hearts, and on the carriage are the hero's wife and children. ”

The boy let out an "oh" and nodded heavily.

"This hero did a great thing for the world before he died, so that he could inspire these people to come and see him off spontaneously. The gentleman looked at the young man, stroked his head with his hand, and whispered: "Shu Zhi, I'd rather be a centurion than a scholar." I don't fully agree with that. There are martial artists in the rivers and lakes who are awe-inspiring and righteous, how can there be no scholars in the temples who are not arrogant?"

The person who came behind was Wu Xuansheng, and the young man he held an umbrella for him was Jian Shuzhi.

At this moment, Jian Shuzhi listened to Mr. Wu's teachings, watched the scene of the people seeing off in the rain, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

As the carriage drifted away, Wu Xuansheng led Jian Shuzhi to the dilapidated mansion where Wang Youling lived before his death, and bowed deeply.

Sun Sicheng and Wu Xuansheng looked at each other, nodded to each other and did not speak, standing under the tree together and looking into the distance in a daze......

"Youling, have you seen it? You have dressed the people of the world, and everyone from all over the world has come to see you. The woman in the carriage wiped the tears from her face with her hands and whispered in a sluggish voice.

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At the end of the Jingbei Ancient Road, a small group of caravans came on camels in the south. The sound of camel bells, crisp and melodious, resounded on the Jingbei Ancient Road. The camel caravan slowly moved forward with a load, passing through thousands of miles of yellow sand and thousands of miles of Gobi, and now it can finally look at the Beijing division from afar.

On the camel in the lead sat an old man in a sixtieth armor, wearing a felt hat, with a dusty face. The old man reached out and grabbed the water bladder on the hunchback, took a few mouthfuls of water, licked his chapped lips, and looked up into the distance.

The desert Gobi is deserted, and after entering the territory of Dayan, the smoke of the village begins to appear. Near Jingshi, it feels even more prosperous.

The sky is clear, the sky is high and the clouds are light. There are northern geese returning to the south, and the words are lined.

The merchants behind the camel caravan saw the tall and magnificent figure of the Jingshi from afar, and they were inexplicably excited.

"See, see, it's almost time for Dayan Jingshi!"

The men who were lying on the hump with their eyes closed and recuperating heard the cheers of the group, so they opened their eyes and looked ahead, and slowly smiled on their faces. The first reaction was that I felt that this lying trip was finally coming to an end, and I didn't care about thinking about whether the goods brought to Beijing were hot or not, and how much money could I bring back this transaction.

A thin man excitedly jumped on the camel ridden by the old man in Huajia, grinned and asked, "Old Lu, is the city in front of you the imperial capital of Dayan?"

The old man known as Lu Lao nodded with a smile, "Doesn't it feel particularly majestic, far bigger than Song City?"

The skinny man nodded, his eyes shining. You must know that this is the first time he has left his homeland and traveled thousands of miles to a foreign land.

And this majestic city in front of you is the destination of this trip.

Thinking of the imminent separation, the skinny man couldn't help but reddened his eyes.

You must know that this camel team set off from Lige City, and there were fifty people. After all kinds of hardships in the middle, in the end, only these more than ten people arrived safely in Dayan, and the others were all killed. Camel trader - is a profession that pins his head to the waistband of his trousers.

When crossing thousands of miles of yellow sand, this camel team was hit by a storm, and if it weren't for the help of the old man next to him, it is estimated that this thin man would have been buried in the yellow sand. When he was about to part, how could he not be sad.