After a few days of work, the prince specially vacated the afternoon and went to Jifu to visit his friend Ji Mingxi, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
The Wu family's 'tuberculous' is almost healed, but Ji Mingxi said that he still has some cough.
First, he came to see how his friend's body was recovering, and secondly, he had been accumulating a lot of talk recently and wanted to find someone to talk about.
As the crown prince, there were not many people nearby who could talk to him, only the crown prince and Ji Mingxi were the only ones to count.
The first few days were fine, the crown princess would listen carefully to the prince's confession, and she would be relieved. But after listening to it for a few days, the Crown Princess couldn't bear it.
In the middle of the night, I have to listen to the prince talking about the thrills of this journey, no matter how big or small, even what to eat on the way, who can stand it
The prince could only come to Ji Mingxi.
But as soon as he got off the carriage and before he entered the gate of Ji Mansion, he met Ji Minghao who hurried out.
When he saw the prince, Ji Minghao bowed: "I give His Highness my regards."
The ceremony of ascending the emperor has not yet been held, so the prince is still only the prince for the time being.
Prince: "Don't be too polite, where are you going?"
Ji Minghao was silent for a moment, then said, "Go back to your Highness, I will go to Qianmu Village."
The prince was taken aback for a moment: "Qianmu Village... But the house of Qian Yining's child?"
It has been several months since the flood in Qinghe County, Ji Minghao did not expect that the prince could still remember: "Yes."
The prince put his hands in front of him, touched his slightly bald forehead, and said, "I'll go with you alone."-
The Qian family received the letter a month ago. On the night of receiving the letter, Father Qian and Aunt Qian fell ill.
After Qian Yixiu heard about it, she took leave at Dongyun Buzhuang and stayed at home to take care of her parents.
The old man is getting old and sick like a mountain, and it was not until a few days ago.
Not long after, the two old men said they were going to work in the fields.
In the late summer season, the rice is slightly yellow, and it will be a bumper harvest in a few days when the autumn is high and the air is cool.
Suddenly someone rushed over: "Uncle Qian, Aunt Qian, sister Yixiu, there's someone in your house! It looks like someone from the army!"
As soon as these words came out, the family fell silent.
The three put down the farm implements in their hands and hurried towards the house, but when they were about to get there, the pace slowed down again, and finally stopped directly in the distance, looking at Ji Minghao and the prince's group outside the house.
It seems that as long as you don't approach and face him, you can pretend that Yi Ning is still alive and still in the army with his comrades.
In the end, it was Father Qian who spoke first, and he said, "Let's go."
There were tears in the old and cloudy eyes: "Don't make Yining wait too long."
Aunt Qian exhaled heavily, turned her back and wiped several tears with the back of her hands.
Qian Yixiu supported her mother and patted Aunt Qian's back lightly.
When Aunt Qian could hold back her tears, the family of three walked towards the door of the house.
Throughout the year, from spring to autumn, the small thatched hut where one son and one daughter was raised remains the same and has never changed.
But how could one of the children raised in this hut be lost
Aunt Qian reached out and took the brown ceramic jar with trembling hands. I thought I had run out of tears in the past month, but when my hand touched the cold ceramic jar, the tears still couldn't stop.
"Yixiu—" Aunt Qian hugged the urn tightly, raised her head and asked her daughter, "Your brother is so tall, why is he so small in the end..."
Ji Minghao looked away, and he quietly put aside Qian Yining's belongings in the army, along with the suicide note he had already written, and a bag of silver money.
Over the years, Ji Minghao has sent away countless brothers in the army, and he remembers every one of them at the beginning.
But as the years passed, some faces were blurred in his mind.
But that's okay.
Ji Minghao raised his head and looked at the rolling mountains in the distance.
They are soldiers, and they write a suicide note every year. Every time they go to the battlefield or save lives, they are ready to die.
They are born to protect, as long as the mountains and rivers in this world are still good, the people live and work in peace and contentment, remember or forget, what does it matter
Without disturbing the family of four who hugged and cried, Ji Minghao and the prince quietly left-
Three days later, the date of the Ascension Ceremony was chosen, which was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th.
This day happened to be a rare auspicious day.
In the imperial study, the ministers were discussing the issue of the era.
"His Royal Highness, this minister thinks this is too safe and good, bless me, Dayu, too."
"His Royal Highness, I feel that Rongchang is better, which means prosperity."
"No no, Your Highness, I think that—"
On the bright yellow dragon chair, the new emperor raised his head and said, "Bao Ning."
…
On August 15, the 22nd year of Youchang, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed his name to Baoning.
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On August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival in Liangzhou was particularly lively.
The streets are full of people, and the vendors around are shouting one after another.
Mr. Wu dragged his family and brought his family, and pulled the people out of the house to join in the fun.
Xuezhu stood in front of a booth, reaching out and arranging the incense powder boxes sold above one by one.
The aunt who sold the incense powder looked at the incense powder box in Xuezhu with a strange expression: "Xiao Langjun, do you want to buy it?"
Xuezhu shook his head: "Don't buy it."
The aunt was silent for a moment, and pointed her hand to the side.
Xuezhu asked a little question on her face, but she didn't stop her hands and quickly lined up the incense powder boxes.
Boxes of fragrant powder, like soldiers in an array, are sitting neatly in their respective positions.
The aunt moved her lips: "Go away for the old lady!" >
> Before the aunt got angry and used the feather duster to drive people away, Xuezhu put the incense powder box in order as quickly as possible.
Then he moved on to the next stall.
Ji Yunxi and Wu Weian were at the back, and as they walked along, the stalls on both sides of the street were neatly arranged.
Many people wondered: "What's going on this year, why is everyone so neatly arranged? Is it a regulation just issued by the government?"
Wu Weian followed his wife and explained, "I didn't make these weird rules."
Ji Yunxi glanced at him, too lazy to speak.
Wu Weian pondered for a moment: "I don't think I can use Xuezhu anymore, how about you, madam?"
Ji Yunxi was silent for a while, then gave a faint hum.
Just the night before, Wu Weian took Ji Yunxi for a walk in the courtyard after returning home.
The moon was full on the horizon, and the wind was soft all around. The two of them were in the bamboo forest, doing a little thing between husband and wife.
As a result, Xuezhu didn't know what kind of wind was blowing in the middle of the night, and actually swept the floor.
It may be that the streets and alleys of Liangzhou have been swept clean recently. Xuezhu is too busy and has nothing to do.
Things got a little awkward.
There was a crowd of people beside him, someone bumped over, Wu Weian stretched out his hand to protect Ji Yunxi in his arms, and said, "I will find a way to let him go in a few days."
The two continued to move forward with the flow of people until they guessed the lamp. There are the most people here, Ji Yunxi frowned slightly when she saw it, and stopped.
Wu Weian is here for this lantern guessing fair. The person who guesses the most lanterns can get a silver or two as a reward, and he can also send a lantern, which is more cost-effective.
"What's wrong?" Wu Weian turned around.
Ji Yunxi: "There are too many people, I don't want to go."
Wu Weian persuaded: "But you have come."
Ji Yunxi knew at a glance what the man was thinking: "Go on your own, I'll sit by the river for a while."
Wu Weian blinked, his face full of anticipation: "Madam—"
"It's useless to call my ancestor." Ji Yunxi interrupted him without hesitation, turning around neatly and walking towards the river.
Wu Weian stood there hesitating for a while, and finally squeezed into the crowd, and joined the lantern guessing team with great interest.
Some people are putting up river lanterns by the river. The river lanterns are shaped like lotus flowers, one is red and the other is white.
The lamp seller is in front of a stone by the river.
Many people bought a lamp, wrote a few words on the lamp, walked to the river with the lamp in hand, closed their eyes reverently and did not know what to pray for, and then slowly put the river lamp into the river.
Ji Yunxi stood for a while, and realized that the red light was for the living, and the white light was for the dead.
After a cup of tea, Wu Weian came over with a jade rabbit lamp.
With a faint smile on his face, he handed over the lamp: "either?"
Ji Yunxi was obviously not very interested in that jade rabbit lamp, but she still held out her hand.
The smile on Wu Weian's face was slightly thicker, and he just wanted to put the Jade Rabbit Lamp in her hand.
Ji Yunxi avoided it for a while: "Keep the lamp for yourself, I want a tael of silver."
Wu Weian's smile stagnated: "??"
Wu Weian whispered: "Madam, don't you think this jade rabbit lamp is very beautiful? How delicate is this paper carving, how vivid is this rabbit, how many people want to buy it from me along the way, I'm not willing to sell it."
Ji Yunxi listened coldly, still unmoved: "Qian, hurry up."
Wu Weian: "Oh."
He took it out of his pocket and gave Ji Yunxi the one or two silver coins he won.
Ji Yunxi took the money and walked towards the river lantern seller: "A white lantern."
The river lantern seller handed over a white lantern.
Putting river lanterns to pray for blessings, never looking for money, giving a penny and receiving a penny, giving a tael and receiving a tael.
Ji Yunxi took a pen and picked up what she wanted to write, but after thinking for a while, she finally only mentioned two words.
- Baoning.
The white lights fell on the meandering river, flowing slowly, and then converged with the red lights, and swam to the front where they didn't know where.
Ji Yunxi squatted by the river and watched the lights drift away, got up and walked away from the voices of people.
Wu Weian followed with the jade rabbit lantern, the branches swaying in the wind by the river gradually concealed the backs of the two.
Ji Yunxi: "I kind of want to go back to Beijing."
Wu Weian: "The prince promised me before he left that he would call me back at the end of this year at the latest. I will go to the government office tomorrow and write a letter to remind him."
Ji Yunxi: "If the prince promises you, you don't need to write a letter. The prince remembers it better than anyone else."
Wu Weian: "Is that so? Even if he manages all the time?"
Ji Yunxi: "Yes."
Wu Weian pondered: "No wonder I always feel that the prince has no hair on his temples. It turns out that he is overworked."
Like his eldest brother Ji Mingxi, who is obviously the same age as the crown prince, but has thick hair.
In front of him was a stone bridge, Ji Yunxi climbed up the stairs, stopped on the bridge, and looked at the streets and alleys in the distance.
The full moon hangs in the sky, and the gentle and eternal moonlight shines on the world, quietly mixing into the lights of thousands of homes in the city, illuminating the happy smiling faces of pedestrians who come and go.
Ji Yunxi suddenly said softly, "Do you know what I think of?"
Wu Weian stood aside, playing with the jade rabbit lantern in his hand, and chuckled, "Is this the riddle you gave me?"
Ji Yunxi: "That's right."
Wu Weian turned to look at Ji Yunxi, his eyes were flickering with shreds of light, he reached out and gently held her cold fingers: "I guess, Lushan Hunting Ground, the beginning of the snow queen."
Ji Yunxi was stunned for a moment, and her lips couldn't help but rise.
Behind them, on the shadowy shadows of the two, their fingers are connected.