box of hearts

Chapter 89
"It doesn't matter, although there are a few tables of wine tomorrow, but the people who set up the wine are all the best to fool. I just make a few casual remarks about coming back later. Why are you laughing?"

Qingtian parted Zhaohua's front bangs with both hands, revealing her pale forehead, "I laughed at you, it's getting more and more like that."

Outside the silver-red tulle window, there is a slight wind, warm, and the beautiful sun and tree shadows blow over the person, making his whole body look like brocade.

9.
The next day, when I got up early in the morning, there was no scorching sun, but cloudy clouds were falling in the sky, and the wind was blowing in gusts. It was a rare and comfortable weather since the beginning of summer.

In the brothel, morning and evening are reversed, there is no mention of breakfast, Qingtian and Zhaohua just took a few mouthfuls of bird's nest after getting up, and it happened to be noon when they finished eating.Then Cao Wanger, the nursing home, supervised the carriage, and set off for the suburbs in a carriage.

The more you go out of the city, the more you feel the wind is refreshing, and the cuckoos are shaking down the empty mountains, and the past is unstoppable.The car stopped in front of Liantian Tomb, it took quite a while before Qingtian rediscovered Xizhu's solitary tomb, it was already full of decayed grass.Mu Yun, on the other hand, sighed, and went to clean up and arrange the offerings.It was a little more decent for a while, Zhaohua took two steps forward, brushed the grass to read the inscription on the stele carefully, "The tomb of Duan Xizhu, the school secretary. Xizhu? I have vaguely heard someone mention this name."

Qingtian knelt down on the ground, and went to light the brazier with his own hands, "Xizhu was once very popular, she was the second in the flower list, and all the ladies and guests know her." The fire was scattered red stars at first, and then spread Made a piece, and threw it out suddenly, like a menacing memory.

Zhaohua also raised her skirt and knelt down, took a handful of paper money and handed it out, "She must be beautiful."

"Beautiful." Qingtian took it in his hand and threw it into the basin again, the skin on his face was hot and aching from the scorching, "Among the women I've seen in my life, she is the only one who deserves the word 'cold and beautiful'. "

Zhaohua herself grabbed a stack of paper money, like feeding a hungry ghost, and put it into the red tongue that was licking fiercely, "Sister, are you on good terms with her?"

Qing Tian replied with a bewildered smile, "I am as considerate as I am, but Xi Zhu and Xizhu are in the same situation. All I can think of is either arguing with her or fighting with her. I didn't like her a day when she was alive, but when she died , I suddenly realized that among the sorority in Huaihua Hutong, she is the only one who is my confidant, and it is difficult to get over the sea of ​​suffering. Looking around, I can only see people who do not do anything and take pleasure in suffering. The cause is easy to be confused, and the consequences are difficult If you succeed, your wisdom and karma will disappear, and your life will be over."

The light of the fire reflected on Zhaohua's delicate face, she couldn't help but sighed a few times, two lines of tears rolled out of her eyes.Qing Tian glanced at her, took the plain silver cup with his plain hand, "You drink a drink too."

Zhaohua hesitated for a while, then took the wine, turned to the tombstone and prayed: "Sister Xizhu, my sister has no chance to meet you, but it's just that the beauty is unlucky, and it's always been the same since ancient times. I miss you, you are full of love, and you are caught in the dust net. Pingbo, don’t go back to Yaojing, rot with the grass and trees, and wither first after the frost and snow. The little girl is so hurt, heartbroken, a glass of thin wine will not cause grief, the fragrance will continue, and she will be relieved.” She will remember her The wine in the cup of the predecessors and the little tears of self-injury are poured on the grave together.

Just at this time, a gust of wind suddenly rose from behind the tomb, and the wind was desolate, wailing and mourning.Zhaohua was so startled that her hands shook, and the wine glass fell in front of the grave.Mu Yun also turned pale with shock, "You two girls, there is no reason for the wind, the place is too cloudy, you should go back earlier!"

Amidst the swaying paper dust, the gust of wind circled around Qingtian three times in a row before dissipating.

That night Qingtian had a cold, runny nose, and coughed. The doctor came to see him and said it was wind-heat attacking his lungs, so he prescribed a decoction and left.After Qingtian took the medicine, he wrapped himself in the quilt and sweated.When I first woke up from a dream, the night was just right, brightly shining into the open tent, and Mu Yun was sleeping soundly on the bedside.Qingtian wanted to stretch out his hand to push her, but withdrew his hand again.

Everything is so misty and chaotic, if it wasn't for the scrape of a kite string that was about to disappear on the palm of her hand, she would even think that it was a year ago when she just returned from the cemetery and put her sister's body with her own. The soul was buried together, and after that, she would lie on this hospital bed and drown in lingering lingering lingering, her soul returning to Lihentian—it should be like this, isn't it?So up to now, she has no way of finding out what held up this buoyant bone until this day a year later when she collapsed from exhaustion.She is really tired, like a pedestrian in the sea of ​​sand, walking step by step in the scorching gravel and endless loss, the only thing that accompanies her is pain, long and short, short and long, it is under her feet She could see the shadows when she lowered her head—and the scorching sun on her back forced her to lower her head.The greatest kindness to her was just to fall headlong into the desert while walking.Now she has fallen, but not far away is an oasis floating...

Qing Tian stared blankly, her eyes were dry, at this moment, she unexpectedly thought of Die Xian and Dui Xia, drama and love, truth and falsehood.She also hugged a love tightly as if holding the most precious gem, but in the end she found that it was a fake rock.So she couldn't tell whether what was in front of her was a mirage of disillusionment, or a land promised by God?Is it a dormant poisonous snake, or a gentle well rope, as long as she is willing to hold her hand, there will be a deep-buried concubine's heart, sweet as life?
For some unknown motive, Qing Tian got up and got out of bed with great effort, without waking Mu Yun, he quietly walked to the window by himself, set up half of the window, and sat down by the window.This is a behavior she has never done before. In the vulgar and noisy market place, she contrived to go to see the stars.The starlight fell into her eyes drop by drop, and there were the sounds of cars, horses and horses, and people talking from the bottom of the building.But what Qingtian heard, he only suspected that it was an old friend.

"When will the third child return to Beijing?"

"I will go to the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow night, and enter the city early in the morning."

The questioners and the answerers were the first assistant Wang Chaezhao and the second assistant Wang Zhenghao. The living room of the Wang family was decorated with colorful paintings and dozens of palace lanterns were shining on their heads.Under the lamp, after the eldest son's answer, the old father stroked his snow beard in satisfaction, "Okay, there is still time, and then send someone to have a good talk with Zuo Jian."

"Father!" As soon as the words fell, Wang Zhengting, the third son of the Wang family, rushed in, his expression steady as usual, but there were a few bright black spots in his long and narrow eyes, "tell father , Mr. Zuo has agreed."

"Okay!" Wang Chaezhao slapped the armrest of the chair, and said with a smug sarcasm, "This Zuo Jian is really a dutiful son."

"There's just one thing that's strange." Wang Zhengting frowned, frowned, and took a bowl of stewed ginseng with sea dog kidney from his servant, and handed it over. "The Empress Dowager is going out of the palace suddenly, which means she was alone early in the morning." Let’s go to Dalongfu Temple to worship together. My son is afraid that the spies from Zhenfusi will get some news, and it’s inconvenient for foreign ministers to enter the palace, so I invite the insiders to come out and pass the news secretly to the heaven.”

The eldest brother Wang Zhenghao, who was guarding the side, took a step forward, grabbed the lotus crystal bowl held by the third brother, and personally presented it to Wang Chaezhao, "Even if it goes straight to heaven, there is no way to return to heaven. Father, this time My son knew about it a long time ago, so I told Feng Zhiqian, the censor of the patrol city, to arrange it properly. Tomorrow, from the Forbidden Palace to the East Fourth Archway, wherever the Feng chariot goes, a gun salute will be used to clear the way, the refugees will be banned, and the roads will be cleared, not to mention the square. In the temple market above, even the pilgrims in the temple are all expelled completely, leaving no one idle. If the 'west' wants to get news, unless the one who speaks is the Buddha of the Western Paradise."

After a loud cough, Wang Chaezhao wiped away the spittle from the horns of his beard with a handkerchief, and with a dry smile, he played with the tonic in the bowl back and forth with a silver spoon, as if playing with fate, "Let her pray to God and worship Buddha, see Can Mantian God and Buddha save her brother-in-law's life?"

Wang Zhengting wanted to say something, but held back, and only bowed his waist, "Congratulations, father, your great career is about to be accomplished."

10.
A new day begins with a nine-gun salute from the Forbidden City.

Four golden-armored guards rode slowly through the Donghua Gate, leading out a meandering queue composed of hundreds of people including the former military envoys, guards of honor, retinues, and charismatics. A large sedan chair with carved brocade railings and curtains.Xihe, the Empress Dowager of the West, was sitting in the sedan chair, surrounded by plum blossoms, silk hairpins, gold-twisted embroidery, and piled gauze lace. In front of a pair of beaded embroidered shoes was a gold basin, and in the basin was an ice sculpture of the eight auspicious signs.But she doesn't seem to need the ice cubes to relieve the heat at all. It seems that her own face with heavy makeup is colder than anything in this world.

As soon as the sedan chair leaves the palace city, three gun salutes will be fired every mile, and the canopy colorful flags covering the sky and the sun are fluttering all the way to the East Fourth Archway.Dalongfu Temple is located in an alley in Dongsi. It and Daxinglong Temple in Xicheng are both royal temples. The clan and female relatives pay homage to Buddha in these two places, and there are many pilgrims on weekdays.Every [-]th and [-]th of every month, there will be a temple fair held in the big square outside the temple. It is usually crowded with thousands of heads and the mountain is full of prosperity, but at this time it is empty, and there is no one left after being chased away by the Qingdao patrols.

At Chenzheng, the phoenix chariot stopped outside the mountain gate of Dalongfu Temple.

Nine more cannons were fired, drums and music broke out at the same time, and all the monks and monks who greeted them in the temple knelt on the ground.With the help of several servants, Xi He got off the sedan chair, still expressionless, led by the abbot of the Dalongfu Temple, passing through the halls and entering the five-fold Dharma hall.The white stone balustrade, the copper furnace with the hanging curtain, the hole cover of the Jing Jing, and the treasure wheel and the bell cable are all magnificent.Buddhist music was played in the Daxiong Hall, and Xihe offered incense in front of the third Buddha, kowtowed on his knees, but swayed to the side with an "Aiyo".

The female envoy hurriedly supported her, "The queen mother is not feeling well, go inside to rest for a while, and then it will not be too late for the ceremony of bestowing the Buddha statue."

So Xihe was sent to the guest hall of the Buddhist temple.She rested her forehead with one hand, and dismissed the palace servants in a sleepy voice, leaving only the eunuch Zhao Sheng and the maid Yuming.

(End of this chapter)