Yunyue past events

At dusk, the servants who served the palace came back one after another, and the servant's room suddenly became lively. He leaned on the railing and looked at the sunset in the sky. After all, he had lived in the servant's room for five days.

Except for being bored, everything else is fine. He should eat, sleep, climb high occasionally, and visit Rong King's Capital.I was distracted when I suddenly heard someone talking downstairs. There were two people sitting under the tree, one in red and one in ocher.

Hong Yi said: "Have you heard? The grandson of Zuo Tu (official) was driving a car with people the day before yesterday. After he fell off the car, he was unconscious all the time."

Zhe Yi was very surprised: "Oh,? There is such a thing, have you not woken up until today?"

Hong Yi said: "I lost my soul,? How can I wake up so easily."

Yue Qian listened to it, thinking that this is not a loss of soul, it was clearly a fall from the car, and the head was injured, most likely it cannot be saved.

The red dress said again: "This morning, Zuo disciple took a wizard with him and wanted to summon the soul from the tower. Guess what? The soldiers didn't let them go up."

Zhe Yi asked: "Why don't you go to a high place on the outskirts of the city to summon the spirit? You have to go up to the tower, and the soldiers guarding the city are all rude."

The red dress said: "You don't understand. When Gong Ziling was young, he fell into a coma for a day and two nights. No pharmacist could cure him. According to the history of Shouzang, Gong Ziling's soul turned into a bird. I don't know where he flew to. .”

Originally, Yue Qian didn't listen to their chatter carefully until he heard this sentence: Gongzi Ling's soul has turned into a bird, and he doesn't know where to fly.He was shocked, and hurriedly leaned over the railing, trying to see what the red dress looked like.

Hongyi continued: "The monarch really had no choice, so Shouzang Shi put on a witch's clothes, took a sycamore branch, and went up to the tower to summon the son's soul."

Zhe Yi asked, "Is that useful?"

The red dress raised her voice: "Of course it is useful, but if it is useless, can the master live? You think that if a person loses his soul and doesn't bring it back quickly, he will die!"

Afterwards, the two chatted about Zuo Tu's grandson, and the more submerged they were, they didn't have the heart to listen, and their minds were all on the matter of the young master's spirit turning into a bird.

Is this a rumour?Or is it true?

When I was young, the phoenix bird I met in the garden was Gongzi Ling?

The sky was getting dark, and the two chatting downstairs had long since disappeared. Yue Qian looked at the lights that were lit in the direction of the palace, and fell into deep thought.

It seems that it is not impossible for the little prince in his sleep to turn into a little phoenix bird and fly out of the palace, fly high over the huge city wall, climb over the misty Nanshan Mountain, and arrive at the north bank of the Weishui River.

Yueqian clearly remembered the little phoenix bird that visited back then. It had human nature and acted like a child in every move.

I also made a birdcage, imprisoned it, and locked it up for a night and a day...

Fengniao, son Ling.

Young master spirit, phoenix bird.

Yue Qian felt a burst of heart palpitations, maybe this is the real thing!

Can't I also turn into a green snake in my dream?

He didn't sleep well all night, before dawn the next day, Yueqian had already woken up, pacing back and forth in the courtyard alone.The sky dawned unknowingly, and there was a burst of noise around him. The servant got up to wash up, hurried out, and headed for the palace.

Gradually, the whole body became silent again, and after an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard someone calling his name, Yue Qian suddenly raised his head, and saw his imperial husband Wei Huai.

Wei Huai threw a wooden tablet to Yue Qian and said, "Young master asked you to go to the library to pick up the books. You send the books outside the palace gate, and the eunuch will meet them there."

Yue Qian catches the wooden tablet, picks it up and has a look, there are three books' names written on it, the handwriting is clear and elegant, it is from the hand of Gong Ziling.

Holding the wooden tablet in his hand, Yue Qian readily responded, "I'll go there right away."

The two walked out of the courtyard one after the other. Wei Huai said as they walked, "I haven't seen you for many days. When did you go to the city? You used to live in the servant's room."

"Six days ago." Yue Qian got out of the house and was "imprisoned" by Gong Ziling for six days.

"Weird! I often hang around outside the palace gate, why haven't I seen you in the past few days." Wei Huai found it inconceivable. Could it be that Yue waiter has been staying in the servant's room since he entered the city and never went out?

At this time, he had already walked to the stable, and bowed subtly: "Don't pass here."

Wei Huai arched his hand and didn't continue to ask any more questions. After all, this was a trivial matter. Maybe it was just a coincidence that he hadn't encountered any more dives in the past six days.

Wei Huai turned and left, walking further and further away, Yue Qian asked the servant to bring his carriage, then he boarded the carriage and drove to the storage room in the south of the city.

At one time, he thought that he would be "imprisoned" by Gong Ziling until next spring, or locked up for ten and a half months.

In the past six days, Yue Qian only listened to the chatting of the servant who lived in the same house, and he knew the people and things in the palace of King Rong thoroughly. , are all clear.

Most of these things, he is not interested in, but it sounds like entertainment when he is bored.

Only the part about Gong Ziling could attract his attention.

If he hadn't been locked in this servant's room for six days, he might never have known about the connection between Gongziling and Xiaofengniao.

Yueqian was driving the car, and the morning wind was blowing towards him, messing up his hair and robes, his expression was serene, and he let the north wind rage.

Arriving at the storage room, the surroundings are silent, there are no other vehicles outside the storage room, and there are always fewer carriages going to the storage room in winter.

Entering the collection room, seeing Jing Zhongyan, the keeper of the collection in the Library Pavilion, Yue Qian had a thought: I went up to him and asked him, did he really do something to help the son's soul call back?

The young Gong Ziling turned into a bird in his dream, is it true?

Jing Zhongyan was arranging books in front of the bookshelf, turned around inadvertently, and was not surprised to see the tall figure of Yue Qian standing at the door, and asked, "What books do you want to get this time, Master?"

He took out a wooden tablet from his arms, Yue Qian stepped forward and handed out the wooden tablet.

Jing Zhongyan took the wooden tablet and took a look. There were three book titles written on it, one of which was "Book of Yiyue" which was only borrowed by the prince's guests a few days ago, and he couldn't remember whether it was returned or not.

There are some books in the collection room that can be borrowed by guests. "Book of Yiyue" is a history book of Yunyue Kingdom, which is circulated in the world and can be purchased even in folk bookstores.

Of course, the quality of folk books is far inferior to the books in the library, and there are often mistakes and omissions.

""Book of Escape"—wait for me to read."

After reading out the title of the book, Jing Zhongyan returned to the book case, sat down in front of the case, looked down at the borrowing and returning records of the book collection, and said to himself: "I was borrowed by a guest of the prince three months ago, and I haven't returned it yet. It's been a while."

The prince's guests, how can they compare with the status of the son Ling, Jing Zhongyan said: "You wait here, I will send someone to pick it up."

Yue Qian heard it, but he had to wait for someone to come and go, which would waste time, he said: "Shou Zang Shi told me my name and surname, I will go to the guest house to find him."

Putting down the bamboo slips in his hand, Jing Zhongyan said: "This man's name is Wei Ping, he is from the state of Xu, he is less than 30 years old, and he is tall and thin."

"Okay, farewell." Yue Qian bowed and bowed, with a very respectful attitude.

When he was taken in by Jing Zhongyan at the beginning, he lived in the storage room for the first half of the year, relying entirely on his care.

Watching Yue Qian's leaving figure, Jing Zhongyan murmured, "It's almost impossible to recognize him."

Ever since Yueqian became Gongziling's attendant, every time he came to the Tibetan room, Jing Zhongyan noticed that something had changed in him.

Jing Zhongyan never misjudged people. In his opinion, Yueqian is very talented, but as a servant, he obeys his master's orders and cannot display his talents.

But he was born as a slave of Yue and the son of King Yunyue, so he is extremely lucky to be treated like this.

Walking out of a dark hiding room into a bright courtyard is like going from darkness to light.This yard, which is very familiar to Yueqian, is always lonely in winter.

In the cold winter, not many people came to the storage room in a day, and there were only two slave laborers in the courtyard.Yue Qian lived here before, when he was a slave laborer in the Tibetan room, responsible for carrying bamboo slips and wooden tablets.

That was just last year. Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.

The guest house is the place where the guests stay. A few days ago, the monarch issued an order to evict the guests. When Yueqian passed by the guest house, the place was in chaos. Today, the bustle of the past has resumed.

Yueqian came to the door of the guest house and asked the small official in the hall: Is Wei Ping, the prince's guest, there?

The little official said: "Counselor Wei, he is here! I haven't seen him come out today, and he won't get up until noon."

The little official pointed out that the room where Wei Ping lived was at the end of the guest house, the third room from the bottom to the right.

Yueqian came to Weiping's gate, knocked on the door and called out: "Is the counselor Wei there? Shouzangshi sent me to fetch the "Book of Yiyue."

No one answered at the door, Yue Qian called again.

Finally the door opened, and a tall, thin and pale scholar appeared with disheveled hair like a hen's coop and sleepy eyes. He was holding several bamboo slips in his arms, without saying a word, he stuffed the things in his arms to Yue Qian.

Yue Qian took it, opened the bamboo slips to check the contents, and counted the number of books, all intact. "Please tell Shouzang Shi, I will personally return the rest of the books in two days." Wei Ping urged and closed the door.

He didn't look at Yue Qian carefully, he probably thought that the other party was a small clerk in the Tibetan room, who was sent by the history guard to collect books.

Yue Qian left the guest house with bamboo slips, including the "Book of Yiyue" he got from Wei Ping, and the car already contained three books that Gong Ziling needed.

The carriage headed towards Miyagi, came to the gate of Miyagi, dived far and stopped the carriage, and prepared to hand over the book to the eunuch waiting at the palace gate.

The eunuch will transport the book into the palace and personally deliver it to Gongzi Ling.

The tall and thick palace wall separates the palace from the city residents. The palace was originally a forbidden area.

He took out three bundles of bamboo slips from the carriage, and held them with both hands. The bamboo slips were heavy and heavy, piled up high on his chest, almost blocking his sight, and walked steadily forward, towards the palace gate. go.

Zhao Ling was on the side of the palace gate, with a carriage parked beside him. He was about to board the carriage, but when he looked up and saw Yue Qian, the movement of boarding the carriage paused slightly.

Yue Qian carried the bamboo slips to the outside of the palace gate and handed them over to an eunuch. The eunuch called his partner and put the bamboo slips on a wooden stretcher. The two worked together to carry the bamboo slips into the palace.

He didn't pay attention to Gongziling's carriage when he came, there were several carriages parked outside the gate of Miyagi, and the bamboo slips happened to block Yue Qian's sight.

When he turned around and walked back, he didn't notice that Gong Ziling's carriage was parked under the city wall, and he never left.

"The servant!"

Hearing someone calling him, Yue Qian looked back and saw a follower of Gong Ziling waving at him.

Yue Qian turned around and looked back, only then did he see Gong Ziling's familiar four-wheel drive.

Coming to the carriage of Young Master Ling, through the curtain of the carriage, Yue Qian said: "The bamboo slips have been sent to the gate of the palace, and they have just been handed over to the eunuch. Young Master, what else can I order?"

The curtain of the car was lifted, revealing half of the body of the person in the car, and the face could not be seen.

An all-too-familiar voice came from the car: "From today onwards, you are allowed to go out of the city. I want you to remember that if you do the same thing again in the future, it will not only be for six days, but I will increase the punishment!"

Gong Ziling's voice is very recognizable, lower than that of a teenager, clearer than that of an adult man, very pleasant to the ear.

"have you understood?"

The voice of the people in the car was stern, and at the same time the curtain was raised, revealing a proud face.

Yue Qian lowered his body and replied, "Yes."

After the matter was explained, the carriage should have left immediately, but Zhao Ling never gave the order, and the imperial husband waited for the order.

Yue Qian raised his body, and suddenly met Shang Gongziling's gaze looking at him, and his four eyes intertwined.In this situation in the past, Yue Qian would avoid looking at him, but today is different.

Not only did he not move his eyes, but he dared to look at Gong Ziling's face, from eyebrows to lips and nose.

Yue Qian has a dignified expression and deep eyes, those eyes are like an abyss, capable of swallowing people.

This abnormal behavior caused a subtle change in Zhao Ling's heart. He felt a little panic inexplicably, and subconsciously avoided the other party's sight and clapped his hands.

The curtain was lowered immediately, and the carriage started.

After the carriage drove for a certain distance, Zhao Ling opened the curtain of the rear door and looked out, only to see Yue Qian's figure still standing there.Looking at his figure, Zhao Ling regretted that he should not have been imprisoned in the lower room for six days.

For six days, he ate only beans, rice, vegetables and melons, without any oil or water. Yue Qian seemed to have lost weight.

When I saw him today, he was even more silent than usual.

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In the dead of night, Zhao Ling sat in front of the desk and read the first volume of "Yiyue Book". The first volume records the story of King Qing, the first king of Yunyue Kingdom.

A line of words came into view:

"King Qing and the Guan family fought for the king. They fought in Cangyi Mountain. They lost two of the three battles. King Qing's robe was blood-stained. He took off his clothes and exposed his chest. He held a yellow axe in his hand, with tattoos on his shoulders and arms."

Under the four words "Shoulder and arm pattern", there is a line of small characters: "Yunyue people call it Qingwang pattern, which is regarded as Wang Zhao."

The so-called Wang Zhao is a sign of being a king.

Zhao Ling's fingers touched the strange description, and muttered: "There are lines on the shoulders and arms... what kind of lines are those?"

Curious, but not very curious, after all, it is just an ancient legend.

The author has something to say: Director: Ah Ling, you will know later.

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