"I remember." Yueniang's eyes were straight, as if being held by an invisible thread, the thread bypassed the long-corroded coffin and led to the long-separated homeland.
"I'm Taiping, my father Gaozong taboo ruled, and my mother Zetian Wu. The person over there is Awan." She pointed to the coffin in front of her, her voice still weak, and her voice was still weak.
"Awan?" Li Shiyi confirmed in disbelief.
Yueniang nodded, and the width of her chin revealed the arrogance of Tian Huang: "Zhongzong Zhaorong, Shangguan Wan'er."
She is still in a slim dress, but her arrogant neck like a bird's head adds splendor to her, but the sadness between her brows deepens, making her seem like a person who walks the way of age gracefully.
She said: "I have been favored since childhood. I wear Hu clothes, men's clothes, jade belts, and Luo scarves. I participated in the advice of my father and mother, executed two Zhang, wiped out Wei's family, dominated the court and the opposition, and had a great momentum. She is the daughter of a criminal minister, born in Ye Ting, known to A-Niang, knowledgeable in poetry and prose, in charge of edicts, arranging orders, and she is known as the Prime Minister, who weighs the world."
When it comes to Awan, the small and faint stars in her eyes are full of brilliance, like rekindled dead ashes, against the corners of her lips that are pursed as if they are covered, she looks very graceful and exquisite.
"I'm about the same age as her, with similar interests, companionship in poetry and prose, and a strong friendship." She hooked her misty phoenix eyes to the thoughtful A Yin, and meaningfully swept over the ignorant Song Nineteen , and finally fell into Li Shiyi's eyes.
Li Shiyi's lips moved, and he easily understood what she meant.
Yueniang's stubborn eyelashes fell down, and she only lowered her eyebrows this time. She walked to Awan's coffin, stretched out her hand, but hesitantly clenched her four fingers back, grabbed the cuff, and then stretched it out again. Kai, steadfastly and firmly stroked the sinking wood that carried her body.
She looked at the coffin, pursed her lips, and released it after a while, saying: "In the fourth year of Jinglong, Tang Long coup d'etat, Longji killed Wei's later party, and beheaded Awan under his banner."
Her peaceful tone changed like a broken string, with an unbearable lingering tremor. Fortunately, the tremor was only for a moment, and when she tightly closed her lips, she calmed down with her breathing.
The water that seemed to be boiled, before it could make a few grunts, was drawn from the bottom of the kettle.
What boils water is memory, what draws salary is called time. She caressed Awan's coffin meticulously and tenderly, and suddenly understood why she chose to forget. It turned out that some things were engraved in her bones, and she couldn't expel them without abandoning herself. Without Awan, she is a wandering soul with nowhere to go.
Her tears wet her lower eyelashes, making her unable to see the shape of the coffin. She tried her best to open her eyes, but her eyes became even more blurred. She wanted the tears to fall, but whether those tears were reluctant to let her, or reluctant Infected with Awan, in short, he refused to do what she wanted.
Life and death, the powerful princess of Zhenguo, when she is powerless, is no different from the pawn of the dealer.
"I am deeply saddened, so I donated 500 silks, sent envoys to hang sacrifices, presided over the funeral ceremony, and inscribed the epitaph in person."
- Xiaoxiang water is broken, Wanwei mountains are sloping, pearls sink round and round, and jade is broken into cities. Just look at the pine tree, listen to the tomb, long live a thousand years, and the sound of pepper flowers.
"However," Li Shiyi leaned against the wall, and finally couldn't help reminding, "There is no inscription on your tomb in this tomb."
"This tomb, where is that one?" Yueniang smiled silently for a while with tears in her eyes, then she gave her the eyes that were sore to the bone, shook her head and said, "I filled her original tomb with cow bones. , move her coffin here, wrap her body with golden thread and jade clothes, and keep her body from decaying for five years, I just hope that one day she can be resurrected."
Her eyes became desolate and paranoid because of the last sentence. In the cemetery where the wind was blowing, Ayin and Song Nineteen trembled, and Tu Laoyao came over and stood side by side with Li Shiyi. Dare to lean against the evil wall and ask in a dry voice, "Resurrection?"
He glanced at A Yin, if it was before, I'm afraid he would have scolded a nonsense long ago, but facing the princess with golden branches and jade leaves, she seemed to have softened her kneecap, and she couldn't argue.
"Yes." Yueniang raised her head, her eyes met the flickering kerosene lamp, and then glanced at the skeleton on the ground, "Have you ever heard of it, the anti-soul tree?"
Song Shijiu looked at Li Shiyi, Li Shiyi lifted his back against the wall and put it back, saying, "From "Ten Continents": Above the West Sea, in the middle of Juku Continent, Shen Wei is on the ground , There is a big tree, similar to maple, and Hua Yexiang smells hundreds of miles, called the anti-soul tree."
Seeing that Song Nineteen's wick-like eyes were listening attentively, she added, "Boil the juice in a jade kettle to make the incense of rebirth. Put the incense of rebirth under the nose of the corpse, and the corpse will smell it, and then recover it. live."
"There is such a strange thing." Song Nineteen said crisply, and asked Yueniang, "Then did you find this anti-soul tree?"
Yueniang took back the hand holding Awan's coffin, inhaled lightly through her nose, and said, "Three years. On the one hand, I am requesting the compilation of Awan's collection of works, and on the other hand, I will dedicate the whole country to search for the tree of anti-souls, and finally I will be born in the second year of spring. found."
She walked in front of her skeleton, squatted down, and put her fingertips against the joints she was grabbing forward, as if to comfort, as if sighing, and even a faint resentment, she put her index finger in from the gap between the bones. , it is empty inside, and the treasures of the world have also turned into loess.
She sighed softly and said: "In the second year of Xiantian, I was forced to commit suicide because of my excess power and the emperor's intolerant. I held my hatred and drank poison, and the only thing that was on my mind was unsolved. This tomb of Awan wants to put the incense of rebirth at the tip of her nose."
She reached out and rubbed her blackened head, and laughed until her chest trembled: "Almost, but a little."
Only then did A Yin understand the meaning of her unfinished words, so it was.
"The most difficult thing is that I have never confided a single word of affection to her. I only want her to come back to life and listen to what I have to say."
"Three or two steps, it's bad, it's bad." She hugged the skull in her hands tightly, as if she was about to sink in, but she became a ghost, and even the pain no longer cared for her.
Sitting in front of Awan's coffin, she pressed her head lightly against the wood, and said in a trance, "Awan still remembers me when you asked just now, and even recognizes my corpse. That's all."
A Yin sighed deeply, met Li Shiyi's secretive eyes, and was taken aback.
"Eleven?" A Yin called her softly.
Li Shiyi stroked the dry wall with his backhand, shook his head and said, "You already have the incense of rebirth, why don't you use it yourself?"
"If you use it, if you keep the green hills, how can you have any regrets?" The voice fell to the ground, every word was heart-wrenching, but Li Shiyi's indifferent face seemed to be just asking about the weather. She walked to Yueniang's side, He squatted down and looked at her: "That anti-soul tree is not real. You knew it early on, didn't you?"
Everyone was stunned, Yueniang was shocked when she heard the words, and looked at the person in front of her in shock. Li Shiyi's eyes were so clearly black and white that there was nothing in them, and only reflected the panic that was hard to hide in front of her eyes. She opened her lips, and the reluctant tears finally fell, one after another. It looks like she is very ugly, and she doesn't look like the calm and calm emperor's daughter just now.
Youngest Tu was most afraid of the girl crying, so he stretched out his hand to pull her, but saw that her eyes and nose were red, and there was a pile of wrinkled cloth under her eyes. Sobbing, but exposed his own weakness.
She sobbed, "I... I."
Li Shiyi's brows were furrowed, she didn't want to poke Yueniang's weakness, but the pain lurking under the illusion of memory was the real meaning of difficulty.
When she flipped through the "Old Tang Book" a few days ago, she happened to read the life of Princess Taiping and Shangguan Zhaorong.
"You lied to others with fake medicines, and you only said that if you worked hard to bring Awan back to life, you would be free from regrets. You are so obsessed with it that it has been around for thousands of years. However, what exactly is Awan in your mouth? What about dead?"
Tears the size of Yueniangdou fell to the ground, smashing up scattered dust, her blue veins exploded from the forehead, and snake-like winding to the back of her ears, the skin on the side of her face turned blue and white, she swallowed tears, Gritting her teeth and looking at Awan's coffin, she finally choked and said, "I thought she didn't have me in her heart."
She and Awan are both friends and enemies. The friend is the friend of the boudoir, the enemy is the political enemy of the court: "Awan is exquisite in all aspects, and she has both sides. Who knows which of her words is true and which is false?"
Yueniang twitched her wet nose and laughed with a trembling voice: "In the fourth year of Jinglong, Tang Long coup d'etat, and Awan and I drafted an imperial edict to establish Li Chongmao as the crown prince. Later, when Empress Wei took charge of politics, I formed an alliance again. Longji, eliminated Wei's followers and abolished Li Chongmao, but Awan told me that Li Longji was ambitious and unwilling to be subjugated. ."
"She stood on the opposite side of you and me, and refused to say a soft word to me. I quarreled with her, hated her for being cold-hearted, and wanted to consolidate the alliance with Longji, so I didn't say a word, and Li Longji sent her Fight for Wechsler's party and kill it under its banner."
"I am lustful for power, and I will suffer the consequences." Yueniang raised her head and smiled, and slammed the back of her head on Awan's coffin.
Li Shiyi sighed to himself, then bent his legs, put his forearms on his knees, and asked her softly, "There is a relative hatred of the position, and why is there a personal inscription, leading the funeral ceremony, and forcing the resurrection? ?"
"Because, because..." Yueniang's lips trembled like ice caves, and even her teeth rattled, she said, "When I was sorting out her belongings, I found a book that I read together when I was a child."
"The top of the case is obviously newly turned over. There is a piece of paper in it, and only eight characters are written in Feibai."
Li Shiyi felt a stagnation in his heart when he heard Yueniang say softly.
"In my whole life, it is hard to find peace."
The author says:
1. Shangguan Wan'er's epitaph, the theme of Taiping Gong: Xiaoxiang water is broken, Wanwei mountain is sloping, pearls sink round and round, jade is broken. Just look at the pine tree, listen to the tomb, long live a thousand years, and the sound of pepper flowers. 2. Shangguan Wan'er's epitaph: Princess Taiping was sad, donated 500 pieces of silk, and sent envoys to hang sacrifices. 3. The anti-soul tree and the incense of rebirth are from "Ten Continents". The pattern of the tomb in front of it refers to the tomb of Zhenshangguan. 4. "In the end of my life, it is hard to find peace" is from "Da Ming Palace Ci", which was said in the previous title, and I will say it again when it appears here.