walk to the water

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The entourage held Wang Yun's head. The blood-stained white bones showed the tragedy before death. Chu Xiang dug a hole with his own hands and buried the head in front of An Lan's tomb. , the words on the tombstone gradually became blurred, although it was regarded as avenging him, but relying on the power of the enemy... After his death, it is better not to have a tombstone, nor a grave, just like Wang Yun, filing his bones Gray is the destination!

It was raining non-stop, and after An Lan was buried, Chu Xiang was covered in mud.Back at the Chu Family Ancestral Hall, the guards didn't want to let Chu Xiang talk anymore, so they quickly buried Chu Xiang's parents together, and buried Chu Xu in a smaller tomb next to him.Chu Xiang knelt in front of the grave to burn the paper, but the rain mercilessly wiped out the incense paper money, and it couldn't be ignited no matter what.Chu Xiang had no choice but to kowtow deeply in front of his parents' grave. He didn't take care of his parents for a day, and he didn't bring up his younger brother. He had to go back to Shangjing with Fuling and serve him around.On the death anniversary of the Qingming Festival, I can no longer come here to pay homage. How can I feel lonely in a grave thousands of miles away?

The entourage came to urge him to go back to the palace again, Chu Xiang stood up, and originally wanted to enter the ancestral hall and continue the family tree, but what face did he have to face the ancestors again?In the future, I will entrust the collateral brothers to act on their behalf.Chu Xiang staggered out of the cemetery, and suddenly saw a person standing under a big tree not far away, the tall figure was Fu Ling, his body was already soaked, he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.Startled, Chu Xiang hurried forward a few steps, and Fu Ling hugged him into his arms.Chu Xiang asked: "Why is Your Majesty here alone?"

Fu Ling said: "It rained suddenly, I am worried, since you don't want them to see me, I have no choice but to wait for you here."

Chu Xiang was silent, in fact, without Fu Ling's help.How can these relatives and friends be buried?If he didn't let him attend the funeral, he was just deceiving himself.The left and right hurriedly took the umbrella, and Fu Ling took it with his own hands.Standing on Chu Xiang's head.Chu Xiang asked again: "Why doesn't Your Majesty even bring rain gear?"

Fu Ling said: "Since you refuse to open an umbrella, of course I will accompany you in the rain."

He had seen his every move in front of the tomb!Turning his head, he saw that the rain was still dripping down the wet hair on Fu Ling's forehead.The mist blurred Chu Xiang's vision, and he couldn't help but hugged Fu Ling tightly, his voice was a little rough: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for sending me back to Jiangning, burying my parents, and saying goodbye forever. The matter here is over. I just want to follow as soon as possible." His Majesty returned to Shangjing, and from then on, Chu Xiang is completely His Majesty's man, and has nothing to do with the Chu family or the Zhou Kingdom."

Fu Ling suddenly asked back: "If you don't enter the Chu family tree, are you doing it for me or for...Xiang'er, you are from me, but is your heart from my land?" Chu Xiang bit his lip and said nothing. .

Back in the palace, I finished bathing and changing clothes.Suddenly there was a good news from the front line.Fu Ling called in, took a look at the battle report, and was overjoyed.He laughed and said: "The remnants of the Zhou army fled to Fujian and Guangdong, intending to cross the sea and go into exile. Our army took advantage of the victory to pursue and wiped out the Zhou army at the seaside. Zhou Emperor Zhao Bei died by crossing the sea. Now, except for a corner in the southwest that has yet to be suppressed, everyone in the world has their surnames Qin!"

Chu Xiang reluctantly said: Congratulations, Your Majesty!Now that the war is settled.When will we return to Beijing? "

Fu Ling said: "It's rare for me to come to Jiangnan, let's wait a few days!" Suddenly asked: "Xiang'er, what are your plans and what do you want to do when you return to Beijing this time?"

"What to do?" Chu Xiang looked out the window blankly, "Xiang will do whatever His Majesty tells Xiang to do."

Fu Ling pondered and said: "I will first help you open up your meridians and restore your internal strength, and then...Xiang'er, don't you have any ideas? Civil servants, generals, and palace officials, you should think it over before telling me."

Chu Xiang asked: "How is Your Majesty's internal strength recovering? Don't act too hastily."

Fu Ling smiled and said: "I know, you should also think carefully about what I said! I heard that the spring is just right in the South Lake of Jiangning. How about we go boating around the lake tomorrow and enjoy the flowers?"

Chu Xiang had no choice but to laugh and said: "Since your majesty is interested, Chu Xiang will accompany you. The spring rain continued intermittently until midnight, and it was still drizzling the next day. Fu Ling changed into a light-colored robe, although Chu Xiang took off Wearing filial piety, still wearing a plain white shirt. Fu Ling said: "These days, most of the getai restaurants in Jiangning have resumed business, and there are more and more tourists in the South Lake. I have already prepared a painting boat to join in the fun and see the real How is the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River? So he took his entourage and Chu Xiang to the lake in a green woolen sedan chair. Boarded an exquisite double-decker painting boat, the boatman opened up a hectare of blue waves, and the painting boat slowly sailed to the depths of the lake.

Chu Xiang sat with Fu Ling under the eaves of the bow, the cool rain brushed his cheeks lightly, looking around, the mist painted bridges, pavilions, towers and pavilions, lingering in the faint green mist, as clear as jade The lake is gently rippling, and the weeping willows on the shore are rendered by the misty green mist. The far and near are deep and shallow green, occasionally dotted with clusters of pear pollen as white as snow, and begonias as red as clouds. The fragrance of flowers is elegant, and the reflection is messy, like a dream Picturesque... There are few tourists in the rain, and there are few other cruise ships on the lake. The two listened to the sound of rain and oars, and Fu Ling suddenly said: "Xiang'er, if you don't want to part with your hometown in the south of the Yangtze River, I can accompany you back every spring."

Chu Xiang shook his head: "Your Majesty also said that this place of fireworks and gentleness is not a place to stay for a long time, and I have no intention of returning to Jiangnan in this life."

Just as he was talking, a zither sound came from a distance in the rain and fog. Fu Ling laughed and said, "We haven't introduced kabuki and dancers today, but someone has such a taste. Let's go and see who it is?" .Not far away, I heard the sound of the zither getting higher and higher, and turned sad. Someone leaned on the sound and sang: "The past is only sad, and it is difficult to view the scenery. The autumn wind moss invades the steps in the courtyard. If the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?" The golden sword has been buried, full of vigor and vitality. The night is cool, the sky is pure and the moon is blooming. I want to see the shadow of the Yulou Yao Palace, and the sky shines on the Qinhuai River!" Although it is a female voice, it is impassioned and impassioned, piercing the sky, and the singer is obviously extremely sad and indignant .

When Fu Ling heard that this song was being sung, his face changed, and he said coldly: "Who is so courageous? How dare you sing a sad song of subjugation here!" Suddenly noticing that Chu Xiang's palms were getting cold, Fu Ling asked: "Xiang'er is sad again?"

Chu Xiang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I heard this voice sound familiar, I'm afraid it's... General An Lan's younger sister, An Yu." When Xiaoyu was mentioned, it was as if a heavy hammer hit his chest. Down.He remembered that when he saw An Lan for the last time, he personally handed over the Jade Guanyin that Xiaoyu begged for, and smiled and told him to return early so that he would not fail the promise of a beautiful woman.An Lan is dead, and Yuguanyin has turned into ashes. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu will suddenly hear this mourning song in this place today, mourning the death of her homeland. Chu Xiang covered his face with his hands, but couldn't stop crying like rain: So I still miss her all the time !