Chu, Han and early Han Dynasty

(31)

The life in the mountains is unexpectedly leisurely and peaceful, and it has never been peaceful and peaceful since I can remember.After the injury got better, I started to walk to the stream and sit under the tree every day. The time in the mountains and forests was long enough, and it seemed that the world was gone in a flash.I finally had enough time to recall and think, to consider every word, every word and every action.

The master complained that I took his special seat, but he didn't really mind it - he slept comfortably after changing a tree.The old and the young spent the whole afternoon in silence, and when it was time for dinner, the master woke up on time, nagging me that I was too bored and not waking him up, wasting a good time in vain.Those who think bigu are looking for crimes... Before the conclusion was finished, thick smoke suddenly billowed from the temporary stove, which made his face black.

... I didn't stand by the firewood and wash my face in the early morning.

Almost like grandparents.In the afternoon, I sat under the tree and said to him with a smile, but the master snorted quite dissatisfied, saying that I don't have such a stupid grandson as you.

But when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he seemed to hear someone's low sigh.

Silly boy.

(32)

Master, you once said that you saved your father?

You kid still don't believe it?

How dare.Pijiang just wanted to know the reason, why his father was...

Shoot into a hedgehog.

Yep.

Bo Langsha, Qin Bing.You already know what to ask.

Master saved his father, and then... gave him the "Taigong Art of War"?

After saving him, I left, and he found me in Xiapi to thank me at the risk of the wound opening.At that time, I casually said that I needed medical expenses and picked up my shoes for me, but he really did.Seeing his sincerity, I thought it would be okay to help him again, so I gave him the book.

...I paid for the medicine in advance.

Forget it, I don't have any books on how to be an official.

...does it hurt?

ha?

So many arrows—does it hurt?

It's not my old man who received those arrows.But when it comes to pain, I’m afraid it’s more than ten times as painful as yours.

He seemed like he didn't care about life and death at all.

No way, after death, there is no way to return to the country.At that time, he was afraid that he would only think, "You won't die just like this", so he let his own temper go.

obsession.

Life experience dictates.Everyone will have things that they can't let go of. Once they are too attached, accidents will happen.

So, it was Bo Langsha who assassinated Qin by mistake that made Ren Xia Jiliang the current murderer Zhang Zifang?

Now you see clearly.

Thanks to the teacher's teaching.Students are grateful.

Don't talk to me.Are you feeling better from your wounds—it's time to send you down the mountain.

……kindness.

Tomorrow, I will take you to meet someone.

Who?

Never mind that much.

Master, that person... who is it? !

(33)

I almost mistook that man for my father.

She was dressed in a Taoist robe, and her untied hair fell loose, making her back even thinner.His hair was almost completely white, and his face—at first glance, he looked like a 20-year-old youth.It's just that the face is upright and peaceful, and the eyes are deep and the vicissitudes of the ages can be seen.

"Chi pine nuts." Master yawned, "With that face, you don't have to be called Master."

Now that the red pine nuts have returned——

"Then, where is father?"

There was never a smile on his face, and his expression was unclear whether it should be compassion, indifference or whatever.He said to me, his voice was steady and clear without leaving any room: "He can't see you."

can not see.It is different from won't, can't, and shouldn't.But the fundamentals expressed only made me confused or even at a loss.

And in the end, just ask "why".

Cut off the fate?How can he be addicted to cultivating immortals?Then, why, why is it "can't".

"There are many answers." Shigong took the words, "He still stays in Yuntai, he may not let go after seeing you, he may make you sink again—"

"He and you have a deep relationship."

It was as if I saw my master glaring at Chisongzi, but I just felt confused, unsolvable confusion.It's not that the sorrow was unbearable, it's just that...it's incomprehensible: "Fate...? Pijiang doesn't believe in destiny... Pijiang doesn't believe in destiny."

"But you will believe it in the end." He murmured, his pupils were obscured by mist.He walked up to me and leaned over and whispered, "You... wish."

"what?"

"Except for the end, you can still have the remaining and declining relationship with him. If you want, I will give it to you-but you will pay the price for it. It is yours, and you cannot escape; what is not your promise, you Take it on your behalf. Then, are you willing?"

It seems like a long time ago, "Wu Cong" sighed.

"willing."

The jade ring is pure white and crystal clear like snow, with patterns all over the body outlining flowing clouds, and the tentacles are warm and cool.The gap that was originally located at the bottom is filled with sapphire inlaid at this moment, and the seal is carved with the word "cloud", and the knife craftsmanship is still new.

The tone is like listening to the ballad when I was born, and what lingers in it is a sigh of insight.

"You will live as long as this great Han country."

It means that there is too little fate. I saw it when I watched "The Death of a Beloved".The author is happy to become a Buddha, someone should have read Yun Liang's article "Country Scholars in Pairs" written by her.Sister Buddha's essays have always been intoxicating. When I saw the sentence "In my life, there are only so many fates with the people around me", I felt a pain in my heart... That essay can only be regarded as a clue in it, but The image of Liang created by Sister Fo will be memorable, even if it is described as beautiful, it is not annoying, even if it only survives in the memory of others, it is true.Anyway, good article...

And the last sentence. If you want to understand it as a literal meaning, you can also think of it as a metaphor.

(34)

He has only been in the mountains for more than a month, but he has fully adapted to the life in the mountains. Now that he wants to leave, he is deceiving himself and others if he says he doesn't care.Master led me down the mountain, and when I reached the bank of the stream that day, I couldn't help calling him: "Master."

"kindness?"

"I met you here that day, did you do it on purpose?"

"No." The answer was quick, "My old man is not a god, otherwise why would I cause you such a big trouble."

"Then Master," I wondered lately, "Have I met you before?"

He was silent for a moment, then asked back, "Why do you ask that?"

"I... seem to have heard your voice. When I was very young, there was such a voice... read "Tu Yuan" to me."

"Really." He replied vaguely, "Then, it can be regarded as meeting."

I don't know how to understand what he said "is", but when I wanted to ask him again, he just stopped and didn't speak.

The corner of the mountain road is a must pass.

Uncle Sun Yuan.

(35)

She still has a gentle and smiling appearance, her facial features, figure, and clothes are all the same as before a month ago.The time in the mountains stretched too long in the consciousness, and the vicissitudes of life that had been vaguely expected disappeared at that moment.

"I found someone and reported to him." The explanation was lazy and concise, but the tone of the question afterward was rare indifferent, "If one day you can leave, how about coming to find me?"

"division……"

"There is no need to agree immediately, and there is no need to refuse immediately." He never turned to look at me, "Now, go with him. You are still young, and you still have a lot of time for you to decide. And, try to communicate."

So, go forward, one step, two steps.When the slightly old figure was no longer in front of me, I could hardly restrain myself from looking back.But the next moment, he was pushed hard and nearly fell to the ground.

"Go forward," he snapped. "Don't look back."

don't look back.

I really never looked back, even though the closer I got to Shusun Yuan, the more bitterness accumulated in my eyes.Until finally, when I almost ran to him, I heard him call happily: "Zhang..."

Mo Ming calmed down.

"Shaoqing." He stretched out his hand, and put the hot jade ring in his palm, "I have words."

He waited.

"Call me Yunjue."

(36)

First go to the Yuan Office to take care of the whole body, and then send you back to the Hou Mansion, and return to work tomorrow...

Shaoqing...

What is it?

Why... only one horse.

Ah... I was in a hurry when I came out, and I was negligent for a while... Then, Yuan went to the foot of the mountain to find a post——

no, no need...

(37)

When I returned home, my elder brother chatted with Chen Mai in the study. Maybe it was my uncle Sun Yuan who wrote a letter in my name. They had no doubts about my absence for more than a month. .Originally, even if he knew that this was the best reward, he would still be wronged.But now it seems that he has seen through each other clearly, and he is only relieved.

——That's what I want to see, whether it's Zhang Pijiang or the current Zhang Yunjue, all they want is to keep a few people safe.

(38)

return to work.

As if it was a matter of course, what happened that night was like a painless dream to the three of them, and it easily became a passing cloud.

But my uncle Sun Yuan and I only forgot for one night, but Liu Ying seemed to have forgotten for half a lifetime.

Beauty like a cloud?Debauchery?Your Majesty is so indulgent...but where is Jiangshan?Where is the community?

The queen mother is in power, and the emperor has an empty name.

And Liu Ying, this person, is only in name only.Even though he was hungry for everything like a glutton, he was just a walking corpse, and even the servants became servants, and the admonishers made decorations.

"I thought... If it was just a courtier, Zuo Mingjun would be fine." I smiled lowly, "Unexpectedly—people's hearts are unpredictable."

"You have to believe it." Shu Sunyuan looked at me with lowered eyes, "There will be a day...you still have a long way to go."

(39)

You are fifteen, it's time to tie your hair.

Inadvertently startled for a long time.Is it four years since that year?Zongjiao's son will tie his hair, and his elder brother has already taken the character and crown Ruchao as an official.Time flies, and I just feel like it was yesterday.

But Zhang Buyi paid attention to everything and remembered everything, so he knew that time flies and he is young and no longer.He is like a recorder, not participating in world affairs and watching with cold eyes.Remove—

Chen buys.

"I've got to do the hairdressing ceremony quickly, so that the people in the court don't look down on you any more. I am the eldest brother, and I am responsible for everything... Does Pijiang not believe me?..."

But he didn't seem to realize it.

(40)

Boys have fifteen bundles of hair, so they can learn various skills.Even so, the hair tie ceremony is more like a process than the crown ceremony.Returning home from leave, the ceremony is not grand, but it is thoughtful enough.When the buns were untied and the hair was tied into a bundle at the back of my head, I saw my own appearance in the bronze mirror, and felt dazed.

The still ungrown face has a more defined outline than four years ago.However, because of this, it is three points closer to what it will grow up to be, predictably... the same as him——

"Is...is it over?" Hearing Shu Sun Yan's breathless voice pretending to be calm, he laughed at himself in his heart.Turning around, I saw him walking quickly, different from the usual steady walk.

"Servant." He would not call me Yun Jue in front of others, he has never met before, it has always been like this, but today's situation made me feel a little uneasy, he walked up to hold my wrist: "Since the ceremony is over, Just follow Yuan—Your Majesty has summoned you."

The temperature of the fingertips was as cold as that night.

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