All your life is gentle

Fu Chuqing walked all the way thinking: Why should I miss him?In this life, I have never seen him.If it is true that I have never met him, I don't know how happy I am.Being a thief is also happy, and being an official is also happy-when will I go to assassinate the emperor with his motherfucker gang leader?It's all his evildoer, who made me miserable.I'm hurt, I'm hurt...

how?

He has a thousand sinister curses, a thousand venomous resentments.But he had just learned that he had almost died, maybe was dying, maybe... was dead.If not, how could the emperor release himself from prison?Those curses and resentment bounced back like whips, whipping them one by one.

He clearly remembered that whether it was a thief or an official, neither happiness was better than being happy with his arms around him.Hug him happy.He was happy to be scolded by him, and he was the happiest when he didn't want to be hugged by him, but he went all the way to hug him.

So, is it better to meet him or not to meet him?

Anyway, he was going to die.

A voice came out of nowhere: Have you ever asked if he is happy?

Is he happy?nonsense!I am happy, he is naturally happy...

Fu Chuqing felt that something was wrong with her mind.So he stopped and stood there blankly, ready to think about the question just now.Unexpectedly, what came to my mind were a few words from Lu Changgeng:

"...so good-looking, so knowledgeable, so good-natured, always only helping others, not hurting others, God wants to make him suffer so much... The young master went to the stars that day, came to this mortal world to roll around, It's better to go back earlier than to suffer for nothing..."

—When has he suffered?I do not know how?

—When did he suffer?Why didn't I see it?

The voice came out again: Only you don't know.Only you can't see it.

Fu Chuqing was stunned for a long while, and there was a noise above her head, before she realized that she had walked to the outskirts of the city unknowingly.Just about to turn his head to recognize the way, there was a "pass" in the back of his head, and he fell to the ground immediately.

It turned out that he had exposed his fortune in the wine shop, so he asked the two gangsters to chase him all the way out of the city.At this moment, there was no one around, and he was dazed in a daze. He was knocked unconscious immediately, and the package was robbed.

Poor Master Fu has only robbed people's money in his life, how many times have he been robbed?Within half a day, the life record was constantly refreshed.At this time, it was dark and there were few pedestrians on the road. The gangsters dragged him to the side of the road and ran away.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain heavily.

Fu Chuqing lay face up in the mud.Hearing the sound of thunder in his ears, he slowly raised his head.Lightning pierced the sky, every time he thought it hit his own head, but it didn't.

Amidst the rumbling and thundering sounds, half-life events came to mind.

In the past, Mr. Fu rarely had such artistic moments, but since he escaped from Xijing and went into exile in Chuzhou, and then went to the bleak years in the dungeon alone, recalling the past has gradually become a large part of his life.This time, however, seems to be different than ever.In the past memories, in most scenes, he could only see the other party clearly and see what the other party did.This time, he suddenly saw himself clearly—following a flash of lightning that became more and more violent, he saw more and more clearly what he had done.

When there was another thunderclap that made his head buzzing and numb, and the strong lightning instantly formed a gorgeous giant net in the air, Fu Chuqing suddenly raised his head and stared in front of him, and then fell down slumped.

——At such a moment, he heard that voice say to himself: It's not that you shouldn't have met him, it's that he shouldn't have met you.

…………

When he opened his eyes again, the wheels under his body squeaked and turned, and he was actually lying on the car.Someone fed himself medicine, and saw a round and shiny bald head in a haze.As if someone asked a question, he opened his mouth to answer, but he didn't know what he said.

Sleep, wake up, wake up, sleep.When he finally regained his senses, he jumped out of bed.Looking around, the room is not big, but the doors and windows are bright.The interior is simple and simple, with Buddha statues hanging on the wall and futons on the ground, it is clearly a monk's room.

An old monk with white beard and eyebrows came in and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, congratulations on the recovery of the benefactor's body. The disciples said that they asked the benefactor's own wishes before returning to Shuzhou all the way from Kyoto. I don't know if it is true?"

Fu Chuqing's eyes widened: "This...is Shuzhou?"

The old monk nodded: "This is the Puzhao Temple in Shuzhou. The disciples in the temple escorted the Buddhist scriptures to Kyoto. On the way back, the benefactor fell ill on the roadside, so—"

Fu Chuqing stared at the old monk for a while, as if seeing a ghost, her voice changed: "You... are... Guiyuan..."

The old monk was surprised: "This old man is indeed Guiyuan." Looking at him carefully from top to bottom, he smiled, "Weird Dao always feels that the benefactor is kind-hearted, so he is an old friend."

The second year of Renhe, at the end of June.

Zi Shi looked up and sighed: Why is it always harder to go up the mountain than to go down?

Wipe off your sweat and continue.

Occasionally, when he met a pilgrim herdsman, he would kneel down for three steps and kowtow for five steps, and he would stand aside and stand aside to make way for them.Waiting for the people to stand up, greet each other in Xirong language, and then watch their backs going away with great envy - these people kowtowed all the way, much faster than him climbing the mountain empty-handed.

Since the snow melted in spring, he insisted on climbing mountains every day.At first, it went back and forth to a quarter of the mountain road, and then gradually increased to half and three quarters.Now I usually go down the mountain in the early morning, go to the nearby herdsmen’s house for breakfast—nothing more than bread, cheese, fruit, etc., and then climb back to Oyun Palace for lunch.

Everyone knows that this handsome and kind young man is the envoy sent by the Holy Sect of Middle Earth to greet the Great God, and he is participating in scripture performances with Master Wuhuo.He walked up and down this mountain road every day, wearing the same plain robes as the disciples in the palace, but his expression and demeanor were very different, so that people could feel the difference naturally.At first, the herdsmen were skeptical, how could it be possible for such a young man to participate in the study of scriptures with Master Wuhuo, who has as much knowledge as the desert sand sea?It's been a long time, and rumors have spread from nowhere: This holy door envoy looks young, but he is actually old, but because of his advanced cultivation, he looks at most around twenty...

When Zi Shi heard about it, he silently looked up at the sky.To some extent, this rumor is very close to the truth.Since then, seeing the herdsmen, his posture has become more and more calm.

Fu Gan led a group of bodyguards to serve as his bodyguards. At first they climbed the mountain together, but later he couldn't bear his slow speed, so he simply stood one at a distance.Zi Shi's habit of being a good teacher occurred, and he assigned homework to them every day.The poor guard brothers have lived on the mountain for a year, and their literary and martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds.Standing on the road and on duty, he couldn't be idle, keeping his eyes on him, afraid of stopping in front of him for questioning, chanting words and memorizing words.

Two thousand eight hundred and ninety eight, four thousand eight hundred... 890... four thousand... nine hundred... Huh!

Every hour there is a widened step for people to rest.Zi Shi leaned on the tree trunk and lowered his head to breathe, hesitating in his heart, there are only one hundred left, should he rest for a while or go all out to climb up?

Suddenly, two feet appeared in front of him.Lifting his head little by little, he was stunned when he met the face that was thinking day and night.

Changsheng looked at him and smiled.After laughing for a while, he asked, "Stupid?"

"You...why..." She suddenly lost her strength, and fell forward as soon as her legs gave way, and was held in his arms.

My heart was pounding like thunder, faster than climbing five thousand steps: "Isn't it about next month..."

"I walk fast." Chang Sheng stretched out his hand to lift his chin, but when he saw a face flushed with sweat, brows and eyes were wet and green, his heart was sore and soft, and he couldn't hold back the smile on his face, so he just jumped down.

Zi Shi hurriedly turned his head and whispered, "Don't...here..."

Changsheng didn't speak, he bent down and picked it up, and he was already in front of Aoyun Palace in a flash.People on the road only felt a gust of wind passing by, as if some kind of animal was shuttling through the forest, and they couldn't see the figure clearly.He bypassed the door in two steps, jumped over the back wall, jumped across the corridor, and entered the room in the blink of an eye, finishing the paused kiss with his heart.

"Hey! It's all sweat...well, Changsheng...um..."

Forget it, this is his territory.Will it offend the elders, will it hurt your face, will it affect bad people... It's all his problem, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, lovesickness can kill people - save lives first.

Zi Shi didn't think about anything, he stretched out his hand to loosen his belt like a conditioned reflex.The style of the robe is simple and plain, and the wide cross-collar cannot cover the neck.The belt unraveled, and immediately peeled off from the shoulders, and wrapped around the arm that strangled the waist, causing someone to pant lightly, and then shifted his position.

Zi Shi closed his eyes, as if he heard him singing to himself.

There are grass and flowers in the singing.There are horses running and swans flying.

In the singing, wings followed him.Fly to the top of the snow mountain, fly to the white clouds on the top of the mountain.See the clear lake water, the desert like golden sand.See the blue sky, the golden sun.Under the sun, in the ten-thousand-year ice cave, snow-covered water lilies bloomed...

The pure and beautiful water lilies in snow clothes, how many years have they been sealed under the ice before they wait for the call of the sun?

So warm - let me bloom in your arms...

Changsheng felt that he didn't wait for guidance, and quickly entered the state, which made him almost lose control.Take a deep breath: "Yes, I remember... very good, that's it..."

Facts have proved that some memories will only become more thorough with the passage of time.

At the time when his soul and body were handed over to each other, Zi Shi still took the time to be proud: It seems that his ability to cultivate his body and mind has really improved a lot... Or, is it because he neglected to practice and regressed?

Teasing his heart, he raised his neck and stuck out the tip of his tongue to hook his lips.

The air flows from the Ren, Du, and Chong channels to the perineum gradually, and the consciousness quickly condenses on the most exciting point of the body, wishing to disperse the soul immediately, and let the desire decide everything.

Suddenly, his voice sounded directly in his mind: "I haven't practiced for so long, I absolutely can't do anything foolish! Focus on Qi first, so that you can turn your mind with your thoughts—it's clearly written in your Happy Chan Sutra."

"Hmm!" Surprised, "You...you know..."

"I just wonder, other things are so smart, why is this one thing alone, so stupid?" Chang Sheng's eyes were full of affection.Free one hand, and go down one by one along the lumbar acupuncture points.

"At least, let me give you a chance to let you... ah... get back your mental balance..."

Changsheng accompanied Zishi to live on the mountain for another ten days, and ate up the first batch of snow lotus. Fang bid farewell to Master Wuhuo and went down the mountain with a solemn promise to promote the Xirong script.As for the out-of-print Xia Wen classics hidden in Aoyun Palace, the master agreed to organize his disciples to copy the copies and submit them to Jixian Pavilion.

On the way back, I specially stayed in Meili Forbidden City for several days.On an auspicious day, the two went to worship at Concubine Jin's grave.

Passing by the lake, stop to watch the swans.

"It's warm in the south, and it's close to the palace. No grazing is allowed. The swans build their nests here." Seeing that Zi Shi wanted to keep approaching, Chang Sheng warned, "There are soft mud beaches under the grass, and the swans can walk. cannot."

That one pulled his neck: "I know."

Changsheng pointed to a large meadow far away in the lake: "Master suddenly appeared from there and saved me."

"Ah!" His attention was drawn.

"At that time, my mother was ill, and Fu Liu said that swan eggs could cure diseases, so I went to the mudflat to dig them out." Changsheng unhurriedly told him about his childhood, "Fu Ding threw stones at me—mostly Fu Liu I was hit by a stone, so I fell into the water naturally. Fortunately, I grabbed the grass root and threw it desperately. They turned around and ran away—they were sneaking out to play, and there was no one around. He flew out of the grass and carried me to the shore on the lake, I really thought he was a fairy in the lake..."

Zi Shi not only sympathized with him, but also fascinated him.

"I found out later that he also came to dig out swan eggs."

"Could it be that the old man wants to bake it?"

"You really know him..."

Zi Shi suddenly remembered the flaw in his words, and asked: "At that time, Fu Liu's legs were still good?"

"Yes." Changsheng was silent for a moment, "Fuliu's leg broke when he was 13 years old. That winter, my father sent me to escort a batch of forage with him to the Di tribe for emergency. After escaping from a snowstorm on the way, we There was a dispute over the route. Because I wanted to change the route, he insisted on going the same way—although it was closer, it was much more dangerous..."

Zi Shi had a premonition of what would happen next, and secretly sighed: Young people's emotional struggles have turned into lifelong resentment.

"He took the lead, and I took the tail. He wanted to be a hero and tried his best to speed up, but he accidentally slipped into the ice valley and got stuck in the ice cellar." Changsheng smiled bitterly, "I went to save him, but he became angry and spoke very badly. At that time, my temper was not very good, so I really turned around and left."

"what!"

"After walking for a while, I finally felt that it was inappropriate, so I turned around again. Later... Although he saved his life, his legs were useless because of being frozen for too long. He also hated me from then on."

Zi Shi asked, "It's just you two—don't you have anyone accompanying you?"

"At that time, the battle of Rong Xia had already begun. This kind of trivial matter was just leading the horses away. In fact, I was enough alone."

Zi Shi understood.Fu Yang unifies Xirong, coordinates the distribution of resources, and strictly prohibits private competition among tribes.The battle of Rongxia began, and all the men went to the front line, so of course the logistical matters were left to the young men.

——Such a fierce 13-year-old.

After a while, he asked, "Didn't he use this to make a false accusation against you in front of Dad?"

Chang Sheng snorted softly: "Back then he and the boss intentionally harmed me, but I didn't file a complaint - what face did he have to frame me in front of my father?"

Zi Shixin said, what kind of brother-father-son logic is this?Thinking again: Fu Liu is only half a year behind this age, except for his elder brother who is better than him in every respect, the subconscious feelings may be very complicated.It can be seen from the fact that he is particularly partial to his youngest son who is half of Xia people's blood...

The two got into the car in silence, and soon arrived at the Mausoleum of Concubine Jin.

According to the custom of Xirong, a pointed white pagoda stands above the tomb.The surrounding grass is dense, and the crisp sound of tower bells can be heard far away in the wind.

Ever since Changsheng became the crown prince, this deserted cemetery has been regularly cleaned and cared for by someone.

After laying blankets on the ground, Chang Sheng took Zi Shi's hand and knelt down to kowtow.Gu Zhifang had heard in his life that even without the relationship of longevity, Zi Shi still respected this woman.

After the worship was over, the two walked around the White Pagoda.

Zi Shi suddenly asked, "Have you thought about moving your mother back to the capital?"

"I have thought about it. Not only have I thought about it, but someone has mentioned it in a serious book." Changsheng paused for a while, "Later, I felt that Mother really likes this place, so she might not be willing to go back to the capital. Just come back often."

"Who posted the fold?"

"When I first came to the throne, the secretary saved a few Xia Chen."

Zi Shi nodded: "That's a bit early - this article on life experience must be done with great fanfare later. Or when preparing for the imperial examination..."

"I don't really want to..."

"Are you worried that mother will be unhappy?"

"Well." Changsheng thought about it, and said, "Now that I think about it, my mother is strangely stubborn in some aspects. In fact, it is because she thinks that a wife should serve her husband, and a mother should teach her children, so she deliberately erased the distinction between Rong and Xia. "

Zi Shi sighed softly: "That's because you and she have no other choice, otherwise—"

Otherwise, you will hang yourself and wipe your neck and pull yourself down.

He stopped and looked at him: "Let me tell you something. When Zi Zhou was working as Si Wenlang in Xijing, he investigated all the big households surnamed Gu in Jiyang in the past. It happened that Emperor Renxiao abolished the crown prince and implicated the people who sent him to Xijiang. Among the ministers, there was a censor named Gu Zhenghong, who was said to have died of illness shortly after arriving at Lengyue Pass, and his wife and children were scattered and disappeared without a trace. Calculating the time, it roughly fits."

"Zi Shi..."

It was the first time that Changsheng heard him talk about the past incident of investigating a big family surnamed Gu.Suddenly thought, how many past events are there that I still don't know, maybe he never intends to let me know?

Immediately thinking of that incident, he temporarily changed the topic: "I let Fu Chuqing go."

Zi Shi was taken aback for a moment, then said casually, "Really."

He didn't burn your book that day, so I decided to keep his whole body.Later, he blocked the sword for you - I thought about it carefully afterwards, in case I missed it, in case Zigui missed, in case the mechanism failed... as long as there is an emergency, he will save you.For that, I spare his life.

Pulling Zi Shi's hand: "Don't worry, he will never have another chance to harm the world."

Zi Shi looked at him for a while, then nodded: "Yeah."

As if this conversation had never happened before, I continued the previous topic: "The matter of Gu Zhenghong, whether it is true or not, can be paved first. You know those literati - it's okay to rob his land and wealth, but digging his ancestral grave may be with you desperately." So we have to be prepared and wait until the right time to announce to the world: Regardless of Rong Xia, the emperor shares the same ancestral grave with everyone. Then we will slowly implement the Xirong script and reform the imperial examination system. With sweet words and carrots and sticks..."

Changshengle: "Haha, what is it all about!"

After a while, he said solemnly: "As for the promotion of Xirong script, Master Wuhuo is a native of Xirong, and he created it with all his painstaking efforts, so he spared no effort. For the people of Xirong, including the people of all ethnic groups in the north, it is easy to learn I have learned a lot of benefits, and of course I welcome it. However, if it is promoted to the Central Plains and the South, the resistance will not be small. In case some officials of Xirong who do not know the severity use coercive means, I am worried... Back then, the emperor father implemented it in various ministries of Xirong Xia Yu, even if I knew I was going to use it right away, I don’t know how much effort it took. Tell me..."

Zi Shi smiled, but did not answer directly: "You are so smart, you can learn it in ten days. I believe that ordinary people in Xirong can become proficient in a few months. People from all ethnic groups in the north, and even people from countries in the Western Regions, should not learn too much. slow."

This set of Xirong script, according to Master Wuhuo's vision, must be able to translate into all other languages.So to put it bluntly, it is actually a universal phonetic system.Zi Shi affirmed the basic idea of ​​the master, and put forward his own suggestions on letter design, vowel and consonant classification, writing rules, etc., and introduced the concept of punctuation marks.

In consideration of striving for the widest acceptance, two sets of letters with homophones are specially designed.A set of reference cursive script is mainly recommended to countries in the Western Regions, and it is also used by a small number of incompetent Xiawen in China.The other set uses Xiawen strokes, similar to radicals, for those who are familiar with Xiawen.As for the future, whether the two sets of letters will face the problem of fusion, preservation or abolition, time will make an appropriate choice for history, and there is no need to worry about it in advance.

In short, it took Master Wuhuo four and a half years to create a fairly complete set of pinyin characters for Xirong.Of course, none of this would be possible without the full assistance of Zi Shi.

Zi Shi looked at Chang Sheng with a smile: "You have been studying for so many days, although Master Wuhuo and I didn't tell you clearly, didn't you notice it?"

"Find... what"

"This set of characters is as simple and easy for Xia people to learn, and has many benefits."

Changsheng pondered: "Just reading and writing letters is like recognizing dozens of radicals. Of course it's easy. But what's the use of it..."

"Why is it useless? - They can give Xia Wen a phonetic transcription."

"Ah! Yes..."

Zishi put his hands behind his back and made a deep gesture: "Zilai Xiawen phonetic notation, either use homophones or fanqie method. There are often mistakes, not to mention, for those who have never studied, the threshold is too high. There is no sound. After the popularization of this set of phonetic alphabets, it is conceivable that it will be much easier for ordinary people to read and read..."

Longevity's thoughts stretched out along with the prospect he depicted, thinking of the distant future.Can't help but stay.

"In the beginning, for the Xiaren area, we only regarded it as a phonetic notation method and included it in the phonological and exegetical part of the imperial examination. No one would have any objection to this. When all the scholars in the world agree, all elementary school classics will require phonetic notation. In this way, even ordinary people who do not take the imperial examination, including people of other ethnic groups, may no longer feel that Xia Wen is as difficult as reaching the sky, and at the same time, it is conducive to the popularization of official Chinese...

"In the same way, the Xirong language is now recorded purely in Xiawen. Do you know how many words with the same pronunciation in Xiawen? There are dozens of them. Therefore, in the eyes of Xia people, those unfamiliar languages ​​written in familiar characters, On the contrary, it is easy to confuse and increase obstacles. If Xia people are familiar with the new phonetic alphabet, they will probably feel very familiar with the Xirong language that uses its spelling completely, and it should be much easier to learn—even if the countries in the Western Regions learn Xia language, These two sets of letters are a convenient shortcut for all ethnic groups in Huarong to learn the dialect..."

Chang Sheng grabbed his shoulder, dumbfounded: "Zi Shi..."

"From now on, we Huarong will officially implement a bilingual system. The people are not in a hurry, but all official edicts and official documents are written in parallel translations between Xirong script and Xia script. Scholars who are bilingual will be given priority. People of other ethnic groups or foreign languages. You can consider setting up separate subjects in the imperial examination, and it will be applicable..."

—Language is thought.Language communicates ideas.Perhaps, with this method, it can give some fertilizer to the great Xia civilization that is profound but lacks stamina.Those scattered seeds fall into the fertile soil, and when they take root and germinate, blossom and bear fruit, a single tree will form a forest.

Zi Shi patted Chang Sheng's dazed face: "Your Majesty, the responsibilities are heavy and there is a long way to go!"

Changsheng was awakened by him, and murmured: "I understand...Xi Rong and Xia people are now intertwined and mixed. Since it is convenient and beneficial to learn, there must be people learning. Speaking of far away, Fanbang of the Western Regions The close contact with Huarong means that they must also communicate with each other. As more and more people learn, the communication must become more and more in-depth. Well, whether Fanbang or Fanbang, they will all speak the same words, and if they can understand each other, they will naturally become a family..."

Hugging him tightly: "Zi Shi! Why are you so powerful!"

That one raised his eyebrows: "I'm powerful, didn't I only know it in a day or two?" I thought: The family still fights.But I hope it will be easier to communicate, everyone can talk to each other, and the fight should be a little more graceful and measured.

Chang Sheng hugged him and got into the car: "The sun is about to set, it should be cold, let's go back to the palace."

Sitting in the car and kissing each other, they kept smiling silly.

Zi Shi watched him raise his hand to touch his forehead for a while.

Chang Sheng grabbed his hand: "In the first lunar month, I paid New Year greetings to the Empress Dowager, and suddenly asked me what I wished for when I went to the holy mountain."

"Oh?"

"I also asked about when I went to the holy mountain after Yongqian's four-year expedition—the Yiyang bow in my hand, someone recognizes it, but I can't hide it."

"Oh."

"I thought it was because I was suspicious about the matter of Fu Ding back then, but I heard it... Hey! It turns out that the palace has been quietly spreading the word for the past two years, saying that King Jingbei once went to the holy mountain to ask God Aoyun for guidance. Send divine envoys to help, and thus rule the world..."

"puff!"

"They also said..."

Thinking of another rumored version about himself by the pilgrims on Lingyun Mountain, Zi Shi laughed and said, "What else?"

"It was also said that the envoy was successful and was supposed to return to the holy mountain, but the emperor insisted on staying there, and became seriously ill. The emperor had no choice but to send him back..."

Zi Shi was stunned: "This... has a nose and eyes, really..."

Changsheng twitched the corners of his mouth: "The old women in the palace must be holding back hard. The queen mother insisted on asking the end, so I simply accepted the matter directly. Finally, I told her that this time I went to the holy mountain to fulfill my wish and became Ao Yun The registered disciple of the palace. In the future, when Huarong’s great cause is prosperous, I will return to the holy mountain to practice. Because I was moved by my sincerity, the envoy promised that as long as I was born in the reign year, I would help me to benefit Huarong... ..."

"So... she also believes?"

"Why don't you believe it? The one who doesn't believe it is Chaozhong Xiachen. However, everyone in Xirong believed it, and they didn't believe it and didn't recruit."

This time it was Zi Shi who was stupid.Who would have thought.He actually used all his tricks to draw his salary from the bottom of the pot, and settled the matter after the big marriage.Although I don't want to fool the people, but... I have no choice but to do this first.As for the religious issues that may arise from this... Well, let's talk about it in due time...

At this time, Changsheng held his face in his hands: "I have been raised on the mountain for a year, why does it look smaller and smaller?"

In the holy mountain temple, life is comfortable, nutrition is good, Zi Shi is fatter than before.But the face is the most obvious, the lines are quite rounded, pink and white, like a young green onion.

"It's just right to be an envoy for a while." Chang Sheng said, and pressed the envoy into his arms.