The barefoot girl's ankle was tied with a thin silver bell, and the slight shaking was a pleasant sound. Zhong Lishuo knelt on the futon blindfolded, holding his breath, waiting for the girl to lead the distinguished guest to the place where the old friend of Menghui was.
"Sir, this way please." The footsteps circled around the screen and stopped for a moment. The visitor stopped, and Zhong Lishuo heard the girl explain in a warm voice, "This is my little brother." The voice fell, and the footsteps sounded again. Step by step, he walked towards Zhong Lishuo, who was sitting in the firelight.
The breeze came towards Zhong Lishuo with warm incense, and Zhong Lishuo, who was blindfolded, smelled the incense of Taiyiguan and praying for blessings burned on the person who came. Following Xiang Sinian's instructions, the distinguished guest lay on the warm bed surrounded by candles.
Zhong Lishuo, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, tensed his jaw after realizing that everything was ready. In a place she couldn't see, lay a person she missed day and night.
Wearing a white robe, Xuan Jingchen lay flat on the warm bed, sniffing the soothing aroma from the stove, folded his hands on his abdomen, and closed his eyes peacefully.
Xiang Sinian was barefoot, with silver bells tied to his wrists and ankles. After Xu Jingchen closed her eyes, she lightly stepped on the firelight, and with her fingertips, she drew the spring dew that had been prepared, and tapped her fingertips on the center of Xu Jingchen's eyebrows.
A little bit of spring dew was slightly cold, and then Xu Jingchen felt the spring water dripping from the palms of his hands. Da Si Ming murmured in his mouth, reciting the ceremonial words of prayer for Yun Zhongjun, gently and sincerely.
With the right hand pinching the tactic, and with a wave of the left palm, Xuan Jingchen held the scriptures and sacrificial texts copied by Xuan Jingchen in the air and sprinkled them into the sky above the candlelight. At this moment, only Da Siming Xiang Sinian could see that the paper that was all over the sky floated in the air, fluttering softly, slowly burning out in the faint blue flame ignited by the tip of Da Siming's left finger.
I took Chunlu as a certificate to pray to Yunzhongjun, and a letter as a sustenance for my thoughts, hoping that the king in my dream can let you and I meet again.
After everything was ready, Da Siming lightly touched the candle with his toes, and touched the first burning paper with his fingertips as if he were flying, and slowly sang Yun Zhongjun.
"Yulan soup is like Mufang, Hua Caiyi is like Ruoying~"
The witch's singing was crisp and sweet, accompanied by the beautiful sound of silver bells, making Zhong Lishuo, who was sitting in the firelight, feel dizzy. She listened to the shrine maiden's voice ringing in her ears, put the shakuhachi to her lips, and a shakuhachi melodiously rang in the empty hall.
Xuan Jingchen, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound of shakuhachi coming from his ears, and gradually lost consciousness with the sound of silver bells in the chanting of Da Siming. She seemed to be stepping on the clouds on her soft forehead, walking along with the flowing clouds, clearing away the heavy fog, and bowed her head to look at the world.
Under the starry night, the light is bright. Xuan Jingchen only felt that he was swooping down with the wind, and the light in his eyes gradually became clear.
The appearance of Miyagi gradually emerged in her eyes. She saw the towering star-picking building and the tall palace wall. Her eyes were finally attracted by the firelight rising from the sky, and fell on the oldest Fengxian Hall in the palace.
Fire, Fengxian Hall, Your Majesty.
Xuan Jingchen's pupils shrank, and he ran towards the place where the fire was burning.
Si Ming's chant disappeared with the burning of the last burning paper, and the boy's shakuhachi floated to an unknown place in the crisp silver bell. Zhong Lishuo played the shakuhachi blindfolded, and the silver bell of the Great Commander was gradually lost in his ears. The tearing sound of fire tongue licking reached his ears, and the rich smoke and smoke rushed into his mouth and nose.
The suffocation that the air was pulled from made Zhong Lishuo recall the painful feeling before his death, the hand that held the shakuhachi gradually trembled, and Zhong Lishuo, who was in a panic, suddenly tore off the black cloth covering his eyes, and was caught in the sky by the firelight. Too shocked to speak.
It's on fire! It's on fire!
Zhong Lishuo waved his shakuhachi and shouted exhaustively, but was startled that he couldn't say a word. She coughed a few times, her eyes fell on her sleeve, and she stumbled back two steps.
What's the matter, isn't she wearing a green robe? Why is the sleeve of the dragon robe. The Mianliu crown worn on the head shook for a while, and the bead curtain shimmered dazzlingly. Zhong Lishuo, who was surrounded by firelight, looked at the robe on his body, looked around in a panic, his eyes fell on the burning portrait of the emperor, and he was shocked to find that he had returned to the Fengxian Palace in the summer of Yuanhe three years.
Is she dying again or in a dream
The emperor holding the shakuhachi looked at the firelight that was gradually pressing down, and stood helplessly in place. Suddenly, someone riding a horse broke open the burning gate of Fengxian Hall, and rushed towards Zhong Lishuo amid the fire.
"Zhao Ming..."
The woman's almost tear-like cry rang in her ears, and Zhong Lishuo turned back suddenly, only to see a young general in silver armor riding a black horse and reaching out to her from the raging fire. The young emperor holding the shakuhachi looked at the woman on the horse's beautiful face as gentle as yesterday, and said madly: "Zitong..."
As soon as the voice fell, the general on the horse lifted her by the collar and threw her up on the horse in front of him. Zhong Lixue, who was lying on the horse's back, saw the dark horse driving them and rushed out of the sky of fire, and drove to the empty hall in front of the square under the starry sky.
The whirring sound of wind swept past his ears, the emperor's flat crown fell off, the shakuhachi in his hand also fell, and the neat dragon robes on his body became messy.
The general reined in his horse, and the horse's hooves stopped in the center of the square. Zhong Lishuo, who was lying on his horse, was picked up by the general's waist, and he straightened his body and hugged him in his arms. When the body was close to the general's cold and hard armor through the thin dragon robe in summer, the thin emperor was hugged by the general and pressed his cheek against his back.
The general trembled, hugged the emperor tightly, gritted his teeth hard, and said word by word, "Your Highness, I'm back."
Hearing the words, the emperor looked up at the moon sky, a full moon hung in the sky, and the surrounding area was covered with stars.
Full moon and stars, this is a dream. The day she died was a very lonely day.
Tears fell down the corners of his eyes, leaving two lines of clear marks. The emperor sniffed, turned his head to look at the woman behind him, and said, "I thought I would never see you again, Zitong."
The person in his eyes was clearly the great general Xuan Jingchen who had just turned 20 when he first saw him but was well-known in Kyushu.
She was no longer the Crown Prince when she married her, and Xuan Jingchen was not a twenty-year-old general.
So this is in a dream.
So Zhong Lishuo turned around, held Xuan Jingchen tightly in his arms in an awkward posture, and whispered in her ear, "I haven't seen you for more than a year, I miss you very much, Zitong."
"Welcome back, Zitong." Zhong Lishuo's words were gentle and affectionate: "It's a pity that Gu can't take care of you."
Tonight, Zhong Lishuo had a very beautiful dream in the Yunmeng Palace of Taiyiguan.
In the dream, she took Xuan Jingchen's hand and did many things that she guessed she could do before she died. Outside the dream, when the last piece of paper burned out, Da Siming stopped dancing in the firelight.
Xiang Sinian looked at Xuan Jingchen, who was already asleep, and let out a slow breath. She looked at the sleeping queen, thinking that with the guidance of Anshenxiang, her Majesty's day and night thoughts, tonight will definitely have a good dream with Emperor Zhao.
Yun Zhongjun, who is in charge of Yun Yu, is also good at giving gifts to dreams. The so-called Wushan Yunmeng is nothing more than letting people with a heart dream of what they desire.
Xiang Sinian looked at His Majesty, who was already sleeping, turned to look at the younger brother Xun who was sitting beside the bed and had put down his shakuhachi, floated to his side, stretched out his hand and tugged at her sleeve, and said softly, "Senior brother, it's alright. , the distinguished guest has fallen asleep, so it is inconvenient for us to disturb her rest."
She stretched out her hand and tugged it twice. Seeing that Zhong Lishuo didn't respond, she sighed with hindsight. Could it be that she has put too much soothing incense, and Senior Brother is actually in a state that is like a dream but not a dream
Xiang Sinian tentatively stretched out his hand and took off the black cloth that covered Zhong Lishuo's eyes. He really saw Zhong Lishuo with his eyes closed, and he had fallen into a dream after the ceremony.
Too bad, if we fell into a dream together, will the younger brother see the deep love between the Empress and Emperor Zhao, and have lost their minds about the Empress from now on
Xiang Sinian has personally tested it. Her little brother, her national fortune, was given by Her Majesty the Queen. They are still lovers of mandarin ducks and butterflies.
Before the master left, he had warned him that the senior brother was young and his status was not high, but he was the master of the middle palace. Although Jian Tiansi and Taiyi are not involved in the state affairs, the marriage granted by the East Emperor must be carefully guarded, so they must help their brothers a lot.
Xiang Sinian thought for a while, and sincerely hoped that the younger brothers would have a good marriage, that they could work hand in hand with the queen, and that they could supervise Tiansi to create a good story. So the young girl who was not very old, but she did the best of her master's true inheritance, got another senior sister of her own.
"Fengbo Fengbo." Xiang Sinian whispered in the wind, and a tall woman jumped off the roof and came to her side quietly.
Uncle Feng is not a person's name, she is just like Da Si Ming, but a special Si Ming in the Superintendent of Heaven. In the previous dynasties, Feng Bo and the River God were the people who guarded the king.
Tonight, Xuan Jingchen came to Taiyiguan, and Fengbo and River God also followed.
The woman named Fengbo had a taciturn face. After hearing Xiang Sinian's call, she came to her side with a puzzled look.
Xiang Sinian pointed to Zhong Lishuo beside the bed, and said, "This is the one detected by the Superintendent of the Sky. Tonight, His Majesty is going to sleep, so I accidentally let my little brother in. Now the night is full of dew..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Uncle Feng nodded solemnly, leaned over and picked up Zhong Lishuo and walked out without a word.
Xiang Sinian was so anxious to catch up with her actions that he embraced Uncle Feng. Seeing the innocent look in the eyes of the tall woman, he pointed to Xuan Jingchen on the warm bed and said, "Put it there."
Unexpectedly, Feng Bo hurriedly shook his head when he heard this, his intention to refuse was very obvious. Xiang Sinian stomped his foot and said, "You elm head, this person will be the emperor's husband in the future, just put it on it, and I will bear the consequences."
"Do you want to carry her to Taiyiguan in the deep dew of the night? You put her there, and we will carry her away at dawn. Your Majesty will not find out."
But Uncle Feng still shook his head, she jumped onto the roof with Zhong Lishuo in her arms, wrapped Zhong Lishuo with her tall body, and made her sleep peacefully in his arms. Xiang Sinian sighed and had no choice but to wrap the quilt for His Majesty, and followed Feng Bo's footsteps and jumped onto the roof.
She gently landed next to Uncle Feng, but saw the tall woman holding Zhong Lishuo and looking up at the bright moon sky. Tonight, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, gradually approaching perfection.
Under the stars and moon, the queen's dark guards hid in twos and threes in the corner of the Yunmeng Palace, waiting for the queen's dream together with the two commanders on the roof.