Ou Lingtian climbed a hillside and looked down at "Plum Blossom Villa", there are still a little lights in the villa, and you can faintly hear the sound of the murmuring of the river, maybe it won't take a few days, this beautiful villa he carefully designed and built will no longer exist, the fire can be extinguished, the fire has buried all the traces, and the rest is the broken wall, and the green smoke curls.

Ou Lingtian felt a heartache, so he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed a few times to the villa, stood up and walked away without looking back.

The sky was already dark, the snow field was vast, there were no people for hundreds of miles, only the wind was desperately raging, blowing up snowflakes all over the sky, burying all the ditches and ditches, and the little tree seemed to be unable to withstand such a severe cold, and was bent over by the snow, and a figure walked heavily, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his mouth was full of frost, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

Ou Lingtian hurried all the way, and at dawn he had come to a place called Geluo Town in the south of Shangri-La, Geluo Town is a small town with a population of less than 1,000 households, built on the mountains, most of them are Tibetans, living a nomadic life, they spend the winter in the house in the cold and snow, it is early in the morning, the town is lifeless from afar, only the slowly rising cooking smoke proves that it is still a little lively.

The southernmost part of the town is a winding mountain road, which goes up the road and bypasses a snow-capped mountain, where the Shen Mansion is located.

Shen Yunhe and his father Shen Hongwen sat in the living room, and the figures on the temporary stage in front of them were shaking, this was a troupe that Shen Yunhe specially invited from the city to sing Peking Opera to celebrate his adoptive father's 70th birthday.

The gongs and drums on the stage were noisy, and a group of short-fought martial artists wore shorts and trousers, and intertwined with each other with short weapons.

Shen Hongwen is obviously old, his face under the gray hair is full of wrinkles like walnut lines, his long white beard is fluttering in the wind, and he carelessly looks at the neighing of the war horses on the stage and the impact of weapons, which are mixed with the sound of gongs and drums and musical instruments, gongs and drums occupy an important position in Peking Opera, which are used to strengthen the rhythm and create atmosphere. The gun flower in the actor's hand turned like a windmill, flashing, spreading, moving, moving, vertically, jumping, flipping, and flying, which reminded Shen Hongwen of the scene of singing a big drama at the celebration of Zhu Yuanzhang's 60th birthday of Ming Taizu, it was really luxurious, and the main streets of Nanjing were paved with soft yellow sand, and the lights were lit up all the way. Every street shop and every city gate is painted with vermilion lacquer, and the words "longevity" and "blessing" are written. Colorful flags fluttering, flags hunting. On the stage on the side of the road, wonderful plays are constantly staged. The people of Li stopped their work early, sang and danced, and participated in the grand celebrations. Self-written gold flower red list, the front advanced phoenix shirt. Momentum.

Shen Hongwen remembered that he was the kitchen manager at that time, although the first emperor was usually diligent and thrifty, but the 60th birthday could not be ambiguous, the prince Zhu Biao came to the back kitchen early to find him, Zhu Biao had not fallen out of favor at that time, he was full of ambition, Zhu Biao told him that the birthday banquet must be thrifty and grand, Shen Hongwen used his brains, and personally operated everything in detail, the silver was not spent, but the scale of the banquet was unprecedented, Taizu was happy, praised him a few words, and the stone in Shen Hongwen's heart fell to the ground.

Prince Zhu Biao paid a lot of money for his father's birthday, he can take part of the money from the birthday gifts paid by the feudal officials and officials of the central government to make up for his debts, the most important thing is that he used the money to invite the best opera troupe to sing for his father, Zhu Yuanzhang watched with relish, from time to time stroking his palms and laughing, and personally went out of the palace gate at night to have fun with the people, on this day, where the emperor of the capital went, the government functional departments in charge of the main streets should be packed with colorful paintings, cloths, new buildings, etc., and sang and danced everywhere. The civil and military officials of the local governments should set up incense cases and give big gifts in the direction of the capital to congratulate the emperor on his long life.

The first emperor has been dead for many years, the Ming Dynasty has been stormy, Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen and Yan Wang Zhu Di for three years of "Jingyan Battle", flesh and blood, Shen Hongwen is glad that he withdrew in time to avoid the disaster of annihilation, there is today's scene of singing and dancing, people live for seventy years, and the adopted son Shen Yunhe has created such a big family business, which contains the property he brought out from the palace, and the blood and sweat of Shen Yunhe's martial arts bravely entered the rivers and lakes.

Shen Hongwen felt that this qiē in front of him made him happy, the only thing that made him regret was that his grandson Shen Yixian did not come back, he was in the mainland, Shen Yunhe never pampered his son, he sent him to practice martial arts early, sharpen his mind, if he didn't succeed in art, he didn't enter the door, and if he didn't learn well, he couldn't see his father, if the son of Shen Yidao, who was famous in the world, was defeated by others, Shen Yunhe would not hold his corpse and cry.