[Listening to Snow] The Light on the Clouds Dream Soul Wither

Chapter 4 Floating like a dream

Half of the spring remnant arrived at Xie's house, the floating light was like a dream and the coldness was better.Talking about the rain at night for a long time, how many people sigh and drop flowers?

--Inscription

It was rainy and windy all night, but it was a bright sky in the morning.The blue is transparent and crisp, just like a piece of colored glaze.The wind blows over the corner of the eaves, the iron Martin is zero, the sun is just right, and it falls on Qingrui's furrowed brows, and the singing of birds and swallows in the courtyard does not linger in his ears at all.

At dawn, Xie Tangzhou got up.It's not like a rich family who stretches out his hands for clothes and opens his mouth for food.Although he is middle-aged, but as a prime minister who is under one person and over ten thousand people, he never pretends to be a man when he washes up.

In the room, Xie Tangzhou shook his clothes solemnly, picked up three sticks of incense, and respectfully inserted them in front of the shrine.The strange shrine was empty, without a statue or tablet.It's just that the apricot-yellow curtains are fluttering low, as if a thin layer of incense ash has accumulated old.The freehand sandalwood burns quietly like this.

A hurried footstep broke the silence, but the people in front of the shrine remained motionless.

"Master, the young master has been waiting outside the door for half an hour." The housekeeper walked in, even though he saw Xie Tangzhou's eyes closed peacefully, he had no choice but to speak.

A flash of understanding flashed across Xie Tangzhou's eyes, and he closed his eyes and said, "Tell him, it's impossible, tell him to go back."

The steward retreated in a hurry, and then reported back in a moment: "Young master listened, but he didn't say a word, and he insisted on not leaving."

Xie Tangzhou opened his eyes suddenly, and the cold light faded away: "Then let him wait."

After a while, he seemed to be tired, and raised his hand to press the center of his brow.With a sigh, he spent half a lifetime of vicissitudes: "Forget it, let him come in."

Qing Rui bowed in, stood still with his head bowed, and was used to facing the empty shrine.One old and one young, just silently in the curling sandalwood.No one ever spoke a word.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?" Xie Tangzhou said lightly, as if aware of the frowning of his son behind him, thinking: "Acts are procrastinated and messy, and there is no way. If you want someone to change his mind, just wait and it will work?"

Qing Rui brushed off his clothes and was about to speak, but was interrupted as soon as he uttered the word "father".

"I've made up my mind, you don't have to do any more useless work on Yuyao's matter."

Qingrui froze, as if considering his words, bowed and said: "Qingrui dares to ask father, why do you have to let Yuyao enter the palace? Marrying someone she doesn't like is the biggest right and wrong in the world. She If she goes there, she will only be wronged, and no one can protect her..."

"Yuyao can see clearly? You are confused!" Xie Tangzhou turned around slowly.

Qingrui was indignant: "Do you want to use her whole life to exchange for the glory of our clan? Besides, the glory and wealth of foreign relatives never last long. Father, you are never a person who indulges in wealth. Besides, our Jiangzuo Xie clan, Standing in the imperial court for hundreds of years, the biggest reliance is the ancestors' teachings - don't focus on wealth, fame and fortune. Why do you make such an arrangement?"

Facing the only son's sharp questioning, the prime minister, who was in power for a while, looked at him meaningfully without any anger, and said: "If you don't indulge in power and enjoyment, is it enough to gain a foothold in the court?"

Qing Rui was silent.

"The younger brother in the court is weak, the queen mother hangs the curtain, and most of the government is in favor of the eldest grandson's family. If you hadn't run it for your father for many years, do you think you would spend half an hour to get angry with me? Our Xie family has been famous for two or three hundred years, There have been several generations of chief assistants and prime ministers. At this time, if you don’t focus on wealth, fame and fortune, will you have a place to retreat? Yes, the collateral relatives can still be preserved, and we, the eldest family, are sure to die.” Tianxia The general trend was broken by a few words, Xie Tangzhou did not have gold and iron horses, and he was passionate about pointing out the country.There was a faint tiredness in the air.

"Where have you read your collections of classics and history all these years?" After a pause, he added another sentence.

"Father taught me the lesson." Qingrui said, but in his humble words, he didn't bow his head at all: "Qingrui is dull, and he has only learned four sentences in more than ten years of class." He opened his mouth stubbornly as always, completely Regardless of the trace of impatience in his father's eyes.

"Set up your mind for the heaven and earth, set up your destiny for the life and the people, follow the sages of the past, and create peace for the world!"

Four sentences, 22 characters, but like thunder on the flat ground, the rumble rumbled above the nine heavens!

Xie Lizhou looked up, but there was an extremely complicated expression in his eyes, which had never appeared in the eyes of this powerful prime minister.Seeing Xie Qingrui, he was stunned.

Is that an irreversible past?

Or is it an unpredictable future?

Is it the hidden pain of the past?

Or the desolate helplessness of the world?

In the end, the middle-aged man just raised his eyebrows, and said unpredictablely: "It's not that you don't know what happened in the court. It's been ten years, do you still want to say such things?"

"Yes." A voice cut off like a knife.

"Unfortunately, you don't have enough strength, and this is just empty talk." He looked at his son lightly, as if he was looking at a very far away place.

"It is a point to be able to do something. Qingrui is not a person who is overestimated. If the tricks are used by the world, Qingrui has no difference; if the tricks are used for oneself, please forgive Qingrui for disagreeing." The eyes of a pair of teenagers are as clear as stars.

When the sonorous words fell to the ground, how many years did they arouse?

Xie Tangzhou suddenly smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead there was a strange desolation: "The world?" The righteousness of the world? It’s just that there are too many people who want it, and it becomes a synonym for the whole world. In the end, it’s just for selfish desire.”

Qingrui was silent, but his mood was boiling.

It seems that for the first time in the world, someone has commented on this "world" in this way, so direct and sharp that all those who use the righteousness of the world to seek personal gain have nowhere to hide.

All the dams of propriety, righteousness and shame in his heart are crumbling.

——It turns out that the so-called etiquette is nothing more than that, it's nothing more than that...

Suddenly, he seemed to wake up, his eyes were as sharp as a sword: "But, this can't be used as an excuse to harm yourself and benefit others, father!"

Xie Tangzhou frowned slightly.

"You can't force Yuyao to destroy herself to make our family whole!" He was indignant, knowing that his father, who had been respected as a heavenly man since childhood, would be thunderous if he got angry, but he still insisted on saying the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

He had to say, perhaps, picking apart all of this is the only chance to save Yuyao...

Xie Tangzhou closed his eyes slightly, suppressed his anger and snorted coldly: "Don't forget your identity." He looked at the young man in front of him, gradually showing a painful expression.Coldly said: "Do you want to protect her forever? Impossible! If your surname is not Xie, you will not even be able to protect her until she is 16 years old!"

——Is it impossible to protect her until she is 16 years old?

Could it be?Could it be?Since then...

Qingrui instantly remembered eight years ago, the continuous heavy rain in southern Xinjiang, the misty and distant Obon Festival, the crowded river and the flickering lights.For a moment, the bottom of my heart was frozen like ice, and I was speechless.

"If you don't have enough strength, but want what you can't hold, you will not only harm others, but also harm yourself!" The old words rang in his ears, shaking back his long-term memories.

He subconsciously said to himself: "After paying the price and gaining strength, can you protect the person you want to protect? Father..."

Time is silent suddenly, and all the arduousness is deposited in the old age.An ethereal sigh floated from nowhere, entangled in past and present lives.Only on the empty shrine, the green smoke of sandalwood burns silently among the apricot-yellow curtains forever...

Life and death are reversed, just like a dream.

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