Twilight War

Chapter30 Hustle and Dust

It's very clamorous, and the dust is on it.

01

In the overwhelming snow, the carriage made narrow ruts on the snow, and the holy white city gradually disappeared behind.

Zichen covered his cloak tighter, and he was thinking about the way forward in his heart, all things were chaotic and complicated.

What Si Tianming said is right, the road is rough and the future is foggy.

Vichypel wanted the jade talisman, but he couldn't give it.

His mother wanted Vichypel's life, and he couldn't give it...

He seemed to be walking on a thousand-meter-high crossbar, and if he made a wrong step, he would be doomed.

But, is there really a path in front of him that allows him to go on well?

Lu Shu looked at Zichen who was sitting there quietly and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Zichen shook his head and looked at the swaying snow outside the car window.

The peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River fall, blood fights into rivers, the withered dusk, wars in pools of blood.

Si Xuerou suddenly woke up from the dream, burning incense beside the bed to soothe the nerves.She sighed.

Du Ruo hurried in when she heard the sound, "Mother."

Si Xuerou sat on the bed for a while as if in a daze, and then said, "Let's change."

"Yes, mother."

Standing in front of the brass mirror, her brows no longer had the awe-inspiring look of the past, and she even looked a little tired.

"Mother, what clothes are you going to wear today?"

"The red one."

The maid knew what Si Xuerou meant, and directly took the nine-layer peach red silk gauze gown.The clothes are falling down, and the beauty is like jade.

Si Xuerou looked out the window. In the past, she could see a large area of ​​peach blossoms blooming from her bedroom.The first time she saw Huang Xuan Zhou was also among the peach blossoms blooming all over the sky.

Unfortunately, later...

02

When Si Xuerou walked to the deck, Si Tianming was looking at the clouds on the sea with his hands behind his back, a long gown fluttering in the wind.

Seeing Si Xuerou approaching, Si Tianming hurriedly said, "Hey, sister, you finally woke up!"

His face was full of smiles, the copper coins around his waist were jingling, and the fairy-like moon-white gown was worn by him like a quack warlock.

Si Xuerou nodded, the red silk dress was confused by the sea breeze.

"Sister, how are you feeling?"

"It's much better. I just remembered something from the past." Si Xuerou said.

"Is it related to my brother-in-law?" Si Tianming smiled softly.

Si Xuerou nodded.

"Who doesn't know that when my brother-in-law saw my sister for the first time on the battlefield, he was dazzled by her beauty, and he was completely helpless. My sister was dressed in red, without armor, Holding a red-tasseled gun in his hand, that is called a red-clothed fluttering, and he directly knocked Huang Xuanzhou off his horse." Si Tianming held a folding fan, who was just a charlatan but now became a storyteller, vividly, and slapped the fan That's called a ring, and it's just short of a sentence, please listen to the next chapter to break it down.

Si Xuerou smiled, "Didn't you say that your brother-in-law couldn't accept that there was such a tough woman in the world before I picked him off?"

"No, my sister is so beautiful." Si Tianming said softly.

"It's good to know." Si Xuerou watched the clouds and mist rising from the sea, her voice was muffled by herself, and it sounded a little hoarse.

Si Tianming looked at her, he knew that women always wanted to overwhelm others, but now the woman muffled her own voice.

"Zichen is back." Si Tianming said.

"En." The woman nodded.

The huge keel boat was slowly driving on the sea surface, the silver of the great abyss in the Zhu Rong furnace was slowly burning, and the bamboo-bone sail was blown by the sea wind again and again.

"Can he really..." After a long time, the woman suddenly said, "Even he has been avoiding himself, hasn't he?"

"Can he really take the position of Patriarch Huangxuan?"

"Sister, he is your son. Don't you still know him so well? Zichen actually knows a lot. The reason why he escaped is because he knows better than anyone else what the young master of the Huangxuan family needs to bear."

"Everyone knows that the honor of the Huangxuan family is more important than the honor of the Huangxuan family. It is everything that the Huangxuan family has to bear. To accept the country's filth is to be the ruler of the country, and to accept the country's misfortune is to be the king of the world. The young master of the Huangxuan family must bear everything."

"Some people in this world are very stupid, because they know they are stupid. So no matter what they do, they will think about it very seriously and understand everything." Si Tianming said: "But, Once they figure it out, there will be no turning back. No matter how difficult this road is, no matter how difficult it is, he will go on."

"Then do you think that child has figured it out?" Si Xuerou said.

"Some things need to be thought about for a long time, but it may only take a moment to really understand." Si Tianming said.

Si Xuerou didn't speak.

"This is the path he has to take, just like all children who leave home end up returning home," Si Tianming said.

"You know, sometimes I even wonder why my child has to go through this." Si Xuerou looked into the distance and said, the red silk clothes fluttering in the wind, "And he is a bit too weak after all, isn't he?" ?”

"He seems to have always been like that. He doesn't know how to fight for anything. Even if his things are taken away, he is just wronged by himself." Si Xuerou said.

"That kid really seldom fights for anything, but what should be his is his after all, isn't it?"

There was a thick fog on the sea, and the two of them watched the fog for a long time without speaking.

"Whose son did you say was stupid?" Si Xuerou looked at Si Tianming as if he had suddenly figured it out.

Si Tianming: "..."

03

When Zichen returned to Tai One, Si Tianming was waiting on the deck.

"Your mother has woken up, go and see her." Si Tianming said to Zichen.

Zichen nodded.

The incense of medicinal herbs is burning in the golden beast, and the white smoke is light and peaceful. The nine screens painted with bluestones and bamboo streams in the distant mountains, and the classical and elegant gauze lanterns with red plums and white snow are scattered here and there.

Passing through the screen, Si Xuerou was sitting there playing chess by herself, the chess pieces made of Boshi from the Qiwu Mountain felt cool to the touch.

The woman's red gauze dress hangs down from the seat, which is so glamorous and shocking.

"Mom, are you awake?" Zichen bit his lips and asked, he didn't spend much time with women, he never knew how to talk to women, she would not be happy anyway.

The woman ignored him, as if she was seriously thinking about the chess game, her eyes were lowered, her black hair was like falling clouds.

"Mother, I'm back." Zichen said cautiously.

"Mother?" Zichen asked softly again.

"Come up and play chess with me." The woman said suddenly.

Her voice is still hoarse, which is extremely inconsistent with her beautiful appearance, making people feel that it is a pity that her voice is bad.

Zichen knew that a woman's voice was not like this, her original voice was like broken jade.

"Oh." Zichen hurried to his seat.

In fact, he doesn't know anything about chess, even backgammon he can't win, thank God if he barely knows the rules.

"Mother, um, who am I?" Zichen asked softly.

At a glance, one can tell that Baizi is flourishing, taking advantage of the great situation, while Heizi is on the verge of decline, although there are still many sons, they will not struggle for long.

"Choose whichever you like." Her voice was a little tired.

Zichen chose the black chess piece, since he doesn't know much about Go anyway, he would rather choose the black chess piece that is at the end of the road than to lose most of the white chess piece that he had so hard to earn.

No regrets if you lose, luck if you win.

Si Xuerou glanced at Zichen, but didn't say anything, and just dropped his head.

The two played chess in a leisurely manner. Although Si Xuerou did not have the knowledge of heaven and earth as Si Tianming, she was thoughtful and thoughtful, step by step, and played slowly, every move was carefully considered.

Zichen has always been unwilling to put much thought into this kind of matter, not to mention that he is already in decline, and he just settles based on his intuition.But it actually lasted a long time.

The chess pieces fell, and the chess pieces made of Boshi were like ice and jade, and they looked beautiful when they fell on the chessboard.

In the end he was defeated, and Heizi was slaughtered by the dragon.

Zichen lowered his head and said, "Mom, I lost."

Si Xuerou sighed, and looked at the chessboard in front of him, "I remember that when your father took you to Chang'an to pay homage to the audience, you participated in Qiulan hunting. The other princes and the young masters of the capital all tried their best to win the prize. Only you Do not fight or grab, as if you are willing to give everything to others. Should I say you are open-minded or should I say you are useless."

Zichen still lowered his head, "Mother punishes me."

"Forget it," Si Xuerou looked at Zichen, and finally said, "You are my son after all."

She put the string of Asura Bodhi Buddha beads that Zichen gave her in the Western Regions on the table, "If you don't argue, it should be yours or yours."

Zichen looked at Asura Bodhi on the chessboard, the ugly and weird string of Asura Bodhi beads tied at the end was the jade charm of the Huangxuan family.

"Mother, I..."

"Take it."

Zichen shook his head, but couldn't say anything, finally Zichen lowered his head and said, "Mother, you really..."

He is not worthy to hold the jade talisman at all, he can't summon ghost soldiers, how can he convince the crowd.

"Of course I have already thought about it."

"After returning to Donghuang, you will make a blood oath at the sword mound of the Huangxuan family to worship the altar and become the next head of the Huangxuan family." Si Xuerou's voice was hoarse, "Of course you should take this jade talisman on."

"Yes." Zichen nodded.

"After you become the Patriarch of Huangxuan, you should also marry Princess Yingluo." Si Xuerou said as she tapped the chess piece in her hand that was cold to the touch.

"What?" Zichen was stunned.

"You should have met Princess Yingluo, don't worry, although Patriarch Huangxuan has always wanted to marry a princess, I have no objection if you want to marry a girl from another family."

"Mother, I..."

"Why, do you have another girl you like?" Si Xuerou asked.

"I don't want to get married yet." Zichen said with his head down.

"Alright, it won't be too late after the Huangxuan family has settled these matters. You go down first."

04 At night, Zichen still didn't fall asleep, and there seemed to be an endless undercurrent surging in his heart.When I came out of the cabin, it was midnight, and the vastness and stars spread out the universe.

"Isn't uncle asleep?" Zichen looked at Si Tianming who was standing by the side of the boat. Si Tianming was wearing a moon-white gown and holding a brocade fan. He and Si Xuerou are siblings, so their appearance would not be too bad. Where to go, if you don't speak, you will have the character of a master of Taoism.

"I'm watching the stars at night!" Si Tianming glared at Zichen, "I'm divination! How can I suffer from insomnia like ordinary people like you!"

"Then what did uncle see?" Zichen leaned against the railing, the fog dissipated, and the black sea was like a sky reflecting the stars, grand and far away, deep and quiet, and the huge Tai Yi was like driving in the vast sky. On the sky, countless stars and galaxies were broken.

"God's will is indescribable!" Si Tianming tucked his hands into his sleeves and looked like a charlatan cheating money, "Unpredictable! Unpredictable!"

"Can fate really be measured?" Zichen smiled lightly, but his eyes were filled with indescribable loneliness, and the stars all over the sky were swallowed by the blackness in his eyes.

He obviously never believed in fate, but now he can almost see the huge net of fate, binding him in it.

"Of course, when a person is born, his Ziwei number is set, and no one can change it. Except for the birthday, the most important thing is the name and character, and there are many mysteries in it." Si Tianming put out He looked like a quack warlock.

"How to say?"

"Do you know who started your name?" Si Tianming smiled.

"My master." Zichen said.

"You really guessed wrong!" Si Tianming had a mysterious expression.

"Who is that?"

"Your mother." Si Tianming said with a smile on his face.

He shook the iron bone fan in his hand again, "Do you know what it means?"

"My master has always told me that the 'dust' is the 'dust' that is 'wipe away diligently at all times so as not to cause dust'. He told me that my body should be like a bodhi tree and my heart like a mirror stand. Seriously chant sutras and never step into an evil path. , when I sent my Asura Bodhi son to tell me that I am guilty of sins, I must worship Buddha devoutly and wash away the sins on my bones."

"As for my father, he told me that I am 'dust' that is 'as small as dust, as small as a mustard seed'. It means that although I am the young master of the Huangxuan family, I am still just a mortal, no different from all living beings in this world. There are countless floating dust, and I am just one of them."

"Neither of them." Si Tianming slammed the fan on his hand, "It's the 'dust' that is 'very noisy, and the dust'." Behind him is the curtain-like world, with a deep smile on the corner of his mouth, Like a Taoist who has seen through the secrets.

"What do you mean?" Zichen frowned.

"Do you know the name of the first Patriarch of Huangxuan?"

Zichen nodded.

"The name of the first Patriarch of Huangxuan was Huangxuan Qichen. Huangxuan Qichen's father was the founding father, and he fought with the Tai | Zu. The Tai | Zu | gave the founding father the surname Huang Xuan."

"Later, the founding father gave birth to a son, but the founding father was originally a fisherman with no education, so he directly dug out several classics, and planned to give him a literate name. After turning a few pages, he suddenly saw a sentence - very noisy, Let alone the dust. At that time, I was happy to slap the table. Don’t my future sons have to be more arrogant? They have to be arrogant! Especially arrogant, that’s the way to go! The founding father behind didn’t understand, nor Guan Zhizhi named his son Huangxuan and Chen."

"Later, Huangxuan Qiechen went to Mobei with his father at the age of 13, became the Xiongnu at the age of 15, flattened the Nanman at the age of 16, and became a prince at the age of 17. This little prince did not change his arrogance after returning to Beijing, and he was very romantic."

"It's so loud, it's too dusty. At that time, the whole capital said this sentence, which meant that it was too fucking arrogant, that guy named Huangxuan and dusty." Si Tianming chuckled, "Send you to In the year of the temple, I made a divination, and it said that you have the fate of the Ying family, and you cannot escape or break it."

"What do you mean?"

"The fate of Ying's family may be that Emperor Ying Zheng who deserved to die for his crimes, or that Ying Huhai who lost the country and lost a century-old foundation. I can't figure out which one it is. Your mother is almost angry She didn't strangle me, but later she said, if you really have the fate of the Ying family, then you should also be the Emperor Ying Zheng who turned your hands into clouds and rain, so when she wanted to start writing for you, your mother directly used the first generation The word 'dust' in Patriarch Huangxuan's name."

"Let's go to the dust..." Zichen read these words softly.

"However, who can say for sure about this thing, if the luck comes, Liu Laosan and Zhu Laoba can also be emperors." Si Tianming patted the iron bone fan with an inscrutable expression on his face. "It's not exhaustive."

Si Tianming still looked at the sky full of stars, with 28 constellations.

"It's going to be windy." He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes white.