Drunken Exquisiteness

Chapter 12: Connecting to the endless blue of the lotus leaves in the sky

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The sky in Mobei is empty and desolate. When night falls, the clouds are light and the stars are sparse, and the distant blue and black are mixed with shades of gray. The wind blows a roll of sand and dust and hits the camp tent, making a "hula" sound.

In a pursuit battle a few days ago, nearly 20,000 troops of King Xiuxie of the Western Turks were wiped out by the Wuhu River, 38 generals and officials of King Xiuxie were captured alive, and 4,700 enemies were surrendered. The morale in the Tianchao camp was extremely high, and fires were lit everywhere, drinking and eating meat to celebrate.

Some people sang, some laughed, some shouted, some cried. The soldiers who returned alive from the bloody battle vented their life-and-death emotions at the moment of celebrating victory, and the Chinese army did not order them to restrain them. After a short rest, the army will go all out to pursue King Gulan of the Western Turks who hastily retreated to Yanran Mountain. At that time, the bloody battle will still be desperate.

The death that will come at an unknown time on the battlefield makes every campfire extraordinarily bright and grand, drunk and singing Lord Grim, where will he be buried tomorrow, life is a moment of revelry, and now it is gone and never returns.

A large military tent of the Chinese Army is not very far away from the lively bonfire, but all the crying and laughing here seem to be silent, and there is a strange loneliness under the light of the fire, as if only a few sparse stars in the sky fall. In the meantime, it was unusually quiet.

Although there were fire lights and human voices in the next few tents, they were much restrained compared to the surrounding ones. They were placed neatly behind the main tent, and patrol soldiers passed by from time to time, maintaining vigilance quietly in the relaxed atmosphere.

Ye Tianling was alone in the main tent, with a bright light shining on the map of Mobei in front of him, and the silhouette of Yiying's face was deep, as if cut by a knife.

"Your Highness!" Wei Changzheng, the commander of the personal guards of Prince Ling's Mansion, entered to ask for an audience, covered in dust and dust, as if he had just rushed back from somewhere.

Ye Tianling looked up from the map: "How?"

Wei Changzheng handed over a package of things: "In the past few days, my subordinates have taken people to search the entire Pingdie Mountain, only to find these things scattered everywhere. I have also inquired about two families in the mountain, and they all said that they knew the girl before. , but it's been a long time."

Ye Tianling reached out and flipped through the things he presented. They were the few medical books he had read that day. There was a slight frown between his brows, he stood up and took a few steps, and said, "You are from the Shenji Camp. Pull out a hundred brothers who are familiar with the rivers and lakes to continue searching secretly, south along the Yunu River to Hengling, north to East Turkic, no matter life or death, they will never disappear for no reason."

"Yes!" Wei Changzheng withdrew as ordered.

Ye Tianling turned around and continued to look at the map, then raised his head to think, the blackness in his eyes was as pure as the night, quietly obliterating a piece of light and shadow. After a long time, his eyes fell on those medical books, and he raised his hand to take them, there were vague traces of Yiren reading the scrolls quietly with his hands resting on the dim lights in the bamboo house. If it weren't for a single movement, the pain involving the wound would still be very real, almost making people think that it was a dream from the past, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Except for the "On the Meditations", many parts of the book were blurred due to being soaked in water. He flipped through a few pages, brushed his clothes and sat in front of the desk, looked at it quietly for a while, picked up a pen and wrote a few more places, and read it slowly. go down.

The tent was lifted suddenly, and Eleven strode in, carrying the hot breath of charcoal fire and barbecue on his body, and immediately mixed the silence in the tent with the bustle outside: "Fourth brother! Why don't you go outside and see? The boy competed with me for arrows, and he almost lost even the armor!"

Ye Tianling smiled slightly: "Which time has he beat you with an arrow? He doesn't even have a long memory."

Eleven sat down in front of the case: "Just now I saw the return of the Long March from afar, any news?"

Ye Tianling shook his head slowly: "I only found a few books."

Worry appeared on Eleven's bright face: "It's been so many days, I'm afraid it's... More or less bad luck, she will be implicated after all."

Ye Tianling's eyes fell forward, and after a while, he said: "If you can't find it for a day, then look for it. If it is bad or good, you have to see someone to tell."

The night in Yige City is different from that in Mobei. The wind is warm and quiet, the flowers and plants are lush and fragrant, and the faint light of flying insects is flickering from time to time. Come closer again.

The shadow of the moon quietly ascends Dongshan Mountain, like a pair of quiet eyes, shining a quiet and indifferent silver light in the deepening night.

Qing Chen stood in front of the window and looked up. The room still smelled of soup and medicine. Concubine Jin had just come to see her after taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor and waiter, so she sent someone to bring the Shouwu Bai, which nourishes blood and nourishes qi. Phoenix soup. In the past few days, she has treated Qing Chen like a sister, personally intervening in many matters, and thoughtful for her.

Under the royal family of the Celestial Dynasty, there are four official families of Feng, Su, Jin, and Wei. Among them, there have been many eminent Confucian scholars in the past dynasties.

Concubine Jin was born in one of the four major official families of the Jin family. Although she is only Ye Tianzhan's side concubine, Ye Tianzhan has not established a concubine for many years. There are only a few concubines in the mansion, so everyone in the palace calls her a princess. , and all internal and external affairs are also in charge of her. Concubine Jin has a gentle disposition, which complements Ye Tianzhan's elegance and elegance, just like wisteria gracefully attached to Lanzhi Yushu, and the trees and flowers are light and pleasing to the eye, making the whole Prince Zhan's mansion always radiant with a kind of soothing leisure. Wood, like an undefeated spring day, has a smooth breeze, grace and elegance.

Ye Tianzhan seemed to be extremely busy for the past few days, and Qing Chen hadn't seen him since he came back from the Gyeonggi Division that day. She didn't know that the case of Tianwu Zuifang had caused an uproar in Tiandu, and the situation in the Tian Dynasty had also caused a great shock.

Tianwu Zuifang has been operating in Yige City for many years. It used to be the most famous songfang, and later involved the powerful Wei family. The right minister, Wei Zongping, has been prime minister for many years, and his daughter is the crown princess. Not only is he facing each other with the left minister, Feng Yan, each controlling the government, the same Ye Tianzhan has always been at odds with each other. This time, Tianwu Zuifang's association with the Nagato Gang is closely related to Wei Qian, the young master of the Wei family. Although Wei Zongping didn't know about it beforehand, he had to try his best to cover up the matter so far.

After Ye Tianzhan banned the Tianwu Zuifang, he deliberately ordered the search and arrest of the Nagato Gang, and the Tiandu finally alarmed the Emperor of Heaven. It is about the fact that the ministers of the court and the Jianghu gangs formed a party to cause disaster. The Emperor of Heaven had long been concerned about the influence of foreign relatives. Hearing about this incident made him even more annoyed.

A few days later, good news came from Mobei, King Xiuxie of Western Turkic was captured, and King Gulan retreated to the north of Yanran Mountain in a series of defeats.

So far, the army of the Celestial Dynasty has won the victory, and there is no longer any worries. The Emperor of Heaven immediately decreed that Guo Qiwei should be removed from Weiqing's position, and the matter should be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple to jointly handle the matter, and Ye Tianzhan was appointed to preside over the joint trial. Now the three provinces, the six ministries, and the nine divisions are under martial law at all levels, and the momentum is astonishing.

Qing Chen is the key witness in this case, and she has been placed in Prince Zhan's Mansion. She barely stayed there for a few days, and then bid farewell to Concubine Jin.

Concubine Jin didn't say much, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

Where are you going? Qing Chen asked himself silently, but had nothing to answer for a while.

But Concubine Jin said: "It's rare that you and I hit each other so well. Since you are alone and have nowhere to go, why not live with me? At least you have to take care of your body first."

Qing Chen smiled wryly at the bright moon that was gradually rising into the sky. When he lost it, he realized that the word "home" is so important to people. Without a home, people will always be like duckweed drifting. No matter what they do, they are like half in the air. Helpless, and sometimes even lost himself, and his thoughts are decadent.

She stood for a while, walking aimlessly along the corridor. After walking not far, I gradually smelled the fragrance, and when I turned the corridor, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the endless lake was displayed in front of me, with weeping willows on the shore, green leaves in the sky, and lotus flowers in the lake accompanied by thin willows. In the distance, the moonlight is like a veil hazy and floating, like a secluded and charming dream.

There is a nine-curved corridor extending in the water, connected to the Ningcui Pavilion standing in the center of the lake. A green gauze lantern hangs a few steps in front of the corridor, leading to the pavilion, reflecting the dark waves of the clear water, soft and gentle on the shore.

Qing Chen walked to the lake alone, surrounded by quiet night, the summer breeze blowing through the branches and leaves, caressing towards the face, the blue lotus posture, some are budding, or some are showing their faces in the wind, Lingshui Yibo, graceful Ting graceful.

She took a few steps down the steps of Ningcui Pavilion amidst the fragrance of branches and leaves, sat in a place near the water and stared at the moon shadow in a daze. Then swing towards the center of the lake.

The water swayed, and my mood seemed to rise and fall in dark waves, but I felt empty and had nowhere to focus, and I was wandering and suddenly lost.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute sounded in the quiet night, Qing Chen looked up in surprise, and saw a person standing gracefully on the white stone arch bridge connected to the Ningcui Pavilion not far away.

White clothes, a long bridge, a jade flute, ten miles of green lotus in front of his eyes, and the moon in the sky, his eyes are clear and gentle like water.

The clear flute sound floats from the lips of Ye Tianzhan, sometimes melodious and low-pitched, sometimes high-spirited and light, sometimes jumping out of joy, sometimes tender, like the clear light of the water and the moon intertwined into a soft net, flowing on Xianyu Lake.

The bright moon is round, and the golden and silver light is sprinkled in the sky, falling in the water like broken jade floating, sparkling a little bit. The lotus leaves among the flowers also seem to be inlaid with a layer of light pearl, which is hazy and charming.

Qing Chen seemed to be bewitched. She stood silently in the middle of the lake, staring at the figure on the bridge without moving. With the shadow of the past, the self of this life.

There was silence everywhere for a while, only Ye Tianzhan's beautiful flute sound rose and fell over the Xianyu Lake, floating with the wind, the flute sound entangled in the bottom of my heart one by one, and entwined the love and hate that separated each other.

She silently traced his eyes, his smile, his tenderness, who he was many years ago, and who he will be many years later, with the slight sadness on his face and the sharp knives intertwined in his heart and tears slowly slipping down, falling into pieces in the lake , aroused bitter lines.

Who says love is deep without regret, who says life and death depend on each other, who says this life is shared, who says sea is dry and stone is rotten

It turned out that it was blooming everywhere, but now it has turned into broken wells and ruins.

If it was destined, why did he bully her? If it was not destined, why did he still meet him here

The lingering sound of the flute lingered, leisurely and silent, Ye Tianzhan's gaze enveloped her quiet pupils, staring deeply through the night.

Standing opposite each other, staring at each other, a pair of elegant silhouettes are gently illuminated by gauze lamps near and far, overlapping and then disappearing with the gentle waves.

Ye Tianzhan walked slowly through the corridor with a smile, and walked in front of her. The moon shadow was clear and slanted between the two of them. In the dim place, he bent down and lowered his head. He gently raised his hand to caress her face. The warmth in his hand wiped away the cold tears. .

He whispered: "You know what? You are more beautiful than this moonlight."

Holding hands, when talking softly, how many memories hit me like a boulder head-on, Qing Chen suddenly backed up and held on to the railing, a shattered pain appeared in his eyes, when Ye Tianzhan was slightly stunned, she turned back and rushed out of the Ningcui Pavilion, I don't want to stay any longer.