The Eight Winds of Rebirth

Gu Xiangtan walked out of Yuzi Alley in a daze, but when he looked up, he saw Fu Yalian's attendant standing beside the sedan chair with deep anxiety, and when he saw him, he hurriedly came up to listen to him.

"Lingfo, Emperor Zongzheng has collapsed."

Gu Xiangtan was taken aback.

When entering the Ziwei Palace, the huge hall was full of desolation and desolation, and the tables and chairs were all covered with a thick layer of dust, and the person who should have been the most important person in the face of Daye was like this. Lying alone on the empty couch, she was just wrapped in a thin quilt.

Gu Xiangtan looked around at the other party. Compared with three years ago, this man was already out of shape. Under the thin layer of wrinkled skin were abrupt limbs and bones. His face was dry and sallow from the medicine, dead. I can't even close my eyelids.

However, the attendants and maidservants on both sides have long been accustomed to this. If there is no word from Lingfo or the Sixth Prince, let alone express condolences and make arrangements wantonly, no one would even dare to bury the emperor in a coffin.

Hearing the news, Fu Yalian and Xue Yiyang also rushed into the palace, and now they were standing by the door, looking at Emperor Zongzheng's corpse with more or less hatred on their faces, Xue Yiyang's thoughts were clear to Gu Xiangtan, it was Similar to Cao Qin and Zhao Yuan, but the master's... Gu Xiangtan took some time to study and judge.

However, the two people's resentment turned into resentment, but they had no intention of making a decision, and in the end they were still willing to listen to Gu Xiangtan.

Gu Xiangtan lightly flicked the Buddha string on his wrist, stepped forward and lifted the corner of the thin quilt, and finally took a look at Zhao You's painful death, and completely covered his head and face as soon as he let go.

Gu Xiangtan said: "The funeral still has to be done, and everything must be done according to the etiquette and rituals. Otherwise, how would the world know that the emperor has passed away? If the old emperor does not go, where will the new emperor come?"

Hearing the word "Xindi", both Fu Yalian and Xue Yiyang were shocked, and thinking of the good news they just received this morning, they seemed to understand immediately.

A complicated expression flashed across Fu Yalian's face, while Xue Yiyang couldn't help showing a happy smile.

"As for this person... the soul is gone, and the body is just an empty skin. Since he has caused too many disasters in this world, he should find ways to redeem his sins after death. The Buddhist school always pays attention to the retribution of good and evil, so where does it come from? Just go from there."

The father-in-law who was listening to the order was a little unclear: "The meaning of Lingfo is..."

Gu Xiangtan waved his sleeves, turned and left, leaving a faint sentence before leaving.

"If it is set on fire, you will not be allowed to enter the imperial tomb!"

Everyone in the hall looked at each other in amazement, and then lowered their heads one after another, not daring to say a word.

……

One side of the palace was arranging the emperor's funeral, and the other side was preparing for the triumphant return of Xiao's army. As soon as Zhao Yuan came back, Daye would completely change to a new ruler.

Gu Xiangtan looked at the letter Zhao Yuan sent him. The letter said that he would be able to return to the court in about a month. I told Gu Xiangtan to be more careful, and not to leave the palace casually if there is nothing strange, presumably Yanfang and others have often talked about his whereabouts behind his back.

At the end of the letter, Zhao Yuan actually attached two crabapple flowers, saying that Tianping County was warm early and the crabapple flowers were in full bloom. If Gu Xiangtan liked it, he would take him to see it.

That crabapple may have once been as bright as a fire, but it has been dehydrated and withered after many days of driving and horses. At this moment, only a few petals of fallen flowers and leaves can be seen, but the rhizomes are still tall and straight, as if they are about to hold their last breath in front of people.

Yuan Qing actually remembered what he said when he left that day.

Gu Xiangtan caressed the wilting petals, then coughed vigorously without noticing.

Fu Yalian was sitting opposite, looking at his appearance, she couldn't help shaking her head.

"Isn't the disease better? Seeing that it's spring, why do you get up again and again? There are many things that you don't need to do by yourself, just let others do it."

Gu Xiangtan's chest and lungs coughed a little burning pain, but there was a smile on his face.

"Illness disappears like silk thread, it's nothing serious, the imperial doctor prescribed the prescription, but I didn't have a meal."

But Fu Yalian was still worried, she gave a few words of advice, and looked at Gu Xiangtan with a deep worry in her eyes.

What the master is thinking, Gu Xiangtan will not fail to understand, up to now, he is already in his twenties, and looking at the previous generation of spiritual Buddhas, there has never been one who has lived longer than 25.

Gu Xiangtan pulled his master with a smile and said, "Nursing grace is priceless. I haven't repaid my master's kindness yet, so how could I just leave you alone?"

These words made Fu Yalian's nose sore, she couldn't help but turn her head and look away, only to turn back after a while, meeting Gu Xiangtan's eyes.

"I have thought a lot about being a teacher for a while. If it wasn't for you that day, I might have arrived in Deluli in a short time, and I would have passed away in the world soon. How can I have so many thoughts and thoughts? If a person dies, it is only a handful of loess, and what is owed will be repaid. Later generations talk about each other, but I can't hear anything, I can't see anything. Selfish desires are inevitable in a lifetime, the sun is getting shorter, and the time is so fast. Even a Bodhisattva dare not claim to be able to satisfy the world. I just hope that you can live freely."

This kind of sincerity can be said to be Fu Yalian's most pleasant and heartfelt words in these years. Even Gu Xiangtan can't believe that the master can be so understanding and enlightened. The sentence "live comfortably" put all the secular ethics aside. , I just hope that Gu Xiangtan can be safe and happy, and get his wish fulfilled.

Gu Xiangtan opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment, he just held Fu Yalian's hand tightly, got up to kneel, but was stopped by Fu Yalian.

"If you want to thank me, you should take good care of your body, and I'm not in vain for raising you so well with good food and good clothes."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yalian left.

Looking at the back of his master leaving, Gu Xiangtan felt sore and astringent in his heart. He slowly raised his head to look at the vast sky, as if talking to himself: "Life is only suffering from parting... , stay with you..."

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In April of the 19th year of Zongzheng, a hundred flowers were full of flowers, and the earth rejuvenated, and the sky was full of joy and joy with gongs and drums. Xiao Wang Zhao Yuan led 50 Xiao's troops to return to the court.

The welcoming team stretched for ten miles, all the way from Lin County to Beijing. Countless people arrived at the repaired Shimen Temple and offered longevity tablets to the Xiao family army, hoping to keep the heroes safe for a lifetime.

Gu Xiangtan got up early, it should be said that he hardly closed his eyes last night.

When Su Xi came in to wash him up, he saw the dark circles under Gu Xiangtan's eyes, and he couldn't help but blame him a little: "Young master, you should rest carefully even if you are happy in your heart, if Master Xiangguo finds out, you should blame us again .”

Gu Xiangtan paused while holding the comb, and smiled slightly.

"I feel a little cold, please wear a thicker jacket for me."

Su Xi held the brocade robe for a while, then looked back at the rising sun outside, nodded and retreated: "It's better to wear more, the wind is very strong on the tower." He said to himself.

Gu Xiangtan combed his hair, and then put on the satin jacket that Yuan Qing had given him, and he rarely showed some energy.

But when he was leaving the door, Gu Xiangtan's sedan chair was blocked in the middle of the road, because his bearer sprained his ankle for the first time.

Su Xi was anxious to scold, but Gu Xiangtan held him back, looking at the ankle that was swollen like a steamed bun, Gu Xiangtan lifted the car curtain: "It's okay, you just wait here, let the imperial doctor come and see Look, the imperial city is just ahead, I can walk over by myself."

After finishing speaking, he took Su Xi and An Yin and walked forward. Gu Xiangtan has been physically weak recently. In the past, it only took a long way to burn a stick of incense. He insisted on walking for more than half an hour. When he got there, his inner clothes were wet with sweat Walked up the first floor, and listened carefully, in addition to the cheers of the people along the street, there were horseshoes, and the armor lightly tapped, the army had already reached the gate of the city.

The city has already been surrounded by people, Fu Yalian and Xue Yiyang arrived early, and went inside, Gu Xiangtan looked around, but didn't bother to mobilize the crowd, he just went up to the tower, looked far away, and saw the banner fluttering, tens of thousands of people. Ma Qianjun came solemnly. The person walking in the front was dressed in silver and tall and straight. He was obviously far away, but Gu Xiangtan seemed to be able to penetrate the crowd. The brilliance halos.

He is saying: Sangtan, I am back, with the victory I once expected of you.

Gu Xiangtan's heart was beating like a drum, and he clenched his fists tightly, thinking that in his last life, he still made great military achievements, and what thousands of people saw was just an empty coffin, and now all the glory that should belong to Zhao Yuan has been given to him, only waiting When a person steps forward, the world is in his hands.

At that moment, thousands of beautiful futures flashed through Gu Xiangtan's mind. They would live in seclusion together, or ascend to high positions hand in hand. Yuan Qing has the talent for governing the world. As long as he thinks, Daye will be able to follow suit in his hands. Zenghua, or one day, when he is tired, I can accompany him to the ends of the earth. From childhood to adulthood, I have lived two lifetimes, and Gu Xiangtan only has this hope, just like that year when General Hou wrote The following Spring Festival couplets: If you return the white clouds and the breeze.

As long as there is this person by my side, no matter what, whatever is fine, as long as he is there.

Gu Xiangtan thought, his heart was warm, but his whole body was shivered by the cold wind from the city tower. Even the satin jacket that Yuan Qing gave couldn't block the coolness of the spring day, but he still tried his best. Smile, smile at the person who is getting closer.

But the next moment, he saw a trace of surprise and fear flashing across Yuan Qing's face, and he looked straight behind him through his eyes!

Gu Xiangtan turned his head as if aware of it, and saw two people squatting at the corner of the tower at some point. They were wearing the clothes of Daye guards, holding bows and crossbows in their hands, aiming at the place in front of the army.

At that moment, Gu Xiangtan hardly had the energy to think about how these people got into the guards guarding the city, where did the other party come from, and who was the purpose of assassinating. He just suddenly remembered that dream back then, that gun The poisonous arrow that passed through Yuanqing's chest, and the sadness and despair when he finally passed away with hatred.

——Yuanqing! ?

A shrill cry roared from Gu Xiangtan's heart, he turned around abruptly, his speed was even faster than the guards on both sides, and at the same time the opponent pulled the bowstring, he rushed up and pushed one of them away with all his strength!

The sharp arrow still shot out, but it missed its aim by a long distance, and Zhao Ze drew his sword and swung it away. However, just when Gu Xiangtan wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Almost at the same moment, another person's Feather Arrow has turned around and is heading towards him!

Gu Xiangtan could even hear the sound of the sharp weapon being ripped into the flesh, and when he looked down, he saw a large amount of blood staining the satin jacket, and a silver-blue arrow had already sunk into his heart.

Before Gu Xiangtan's feet fell limply, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh: even if he had to do it all over again, would he still not be able to change his fate?