sunset fever

The stronger sunlight, like a handful of seeds about to sprout, falls everywhere in the early spring.

The two maids who hung up the tents in the courtyard buried their heads and couldn't control their mouths. Knowing that Yan Xiu hadn't woken up yet, one of them asked in a low voice: "How long is the princess going to lie?"

"I don't know, maybe I want to wait for Mr. Yan to recover before telling the truth."

The twisted tent was stained with light dust, it was an invisible, instant dirt, and it was dried on the stretched rope, and the servant girl said again: "Why are they... I don't believe those rumors, they are all men. of."

"I told you, don't use our hearts to think about the affairs of the royal family and nobles, no matter what, you can't make it up." After the curtain was hung, the servant girl turned her head and looked towards the front eaves of the house. The Liuli Parrot Lantern is still there, and nearly ten days later, it was blown off by the wind to break off a few pearl tassels, but the appearance is still colorful and beautiful. The servant girl slightly raised her voice and said, "It's time to pick off this lantern, if it is blown off , will hit people."

Another servant girl let out a shallow "shh", and she replied: "I listened to the order that day, and I found this beautiful bird lantern in the night after noon. Mr. Yan likes it. The princess said take it down and wipe it, and hang it up." to the room."

"Stop talking, be careful to let people hear you."

The sun's rays come in from the window, leaving pale grid marks in front of the feet.

Yan Xiu put his back against the side of the ten-brooder, and stared down at the sunlight that was getting closer to his toes. His eyes were wide open, his teeth were straining, and he didn't even dare to make a sound when he inhaled. For more than ten days, Yan Xiu didn't even wear decent clothes, he became lost and thin, and suspected that disaster had befallen Chen Bizhen.

Now, after spying on the servant girl's words, everything is as feared, Yan Xiu went to the cabinet, took a piece of egg-green satin cloak at will, put on the inner lining and inner robe, and before going, put the I took the lantern hairpin on the dressing table.

Yan Xiu is not a prisoner who needs careful attention. It is easy to sneak out of King He's mansion while no one else is around. There are many roads and yards, so he chooses to walk in a remote way, taking a long detour, and walking near the kitchen with few people out the little door.

Eyes that haven’t seen daylight for many days, are sore and stinging in the sun. The people on the street are not crowded, but they are not sparse either. The market is as usual, it seems that it has not experienced that incident.

The tea stand with a few small tables under the tree is not for the rich and noble to entertain. There are old men in plain cloth, and there are also passing merchants. The girl married far away, so she scattered wedding candy and jujubes to win the favor of passers-by.

Yan Xiu found a corner to sit down, took out the few coins left, drank tea to moisten his dry mouth, started a conversation with a man at the same table, and said: "I came here from a foreign residence, and I learned that I have already changed my friends. All over the world, you can feel at ease when you see the stability and harmony in the streets."

The man had bushy eyebrows and a beard, turned his head to look at Yan Xiu, then drank the tea in his cup, leaned over, and whispered, "It's Emperor Changfeng's seat."

"Then he was not killed?"

"No, he was not killed at the beginning, but Emperor Chenghe came to the throne and promoted the credit to King Rong. A few days ago, King Guirong imprisoned Emperor Changfeng. Hearing the news from Chongcheng, he was executed early this morning. gone."

Yan Xiu moved his lips lightly, his eyes froze, he nodded slowly, and said perfunctorily, "Understood, thank you."

The man didn't seem to be a man of prudence, and he added a few words enthusiastically: "Don't be happy about the temporary stability. At the beginning, Emperor Changfeng trusted King Bei Mei, but now, he was seized power and took his life. You can think about it... the crime is not serious. Death is not unworthy of death."

There was a poplar tree standing by the side of the road, which hadn't yet produced leaves, but only had slender branches growing upwards. Yan Xiu was the only one who had no direction as he walked among the passers-by. He walked forward for a while, then turned around again.

During the time I came to Yangjing, I experienced both good and bad things, but Yan Xiu hadn't seen the real peach blossoms in the Peach Blossom Pavilion.

Maybe never see it again.

In front of the Taoyuan Hall, there are no capable domestic servants guarding it, but two soldiers in soft armor standing with guns, and a white paper with a red seal is pasted obliquely on the door. Wo Nian.

Yan Xiu watched from a distance, and stood until the sun was about to set. There was an old beggar lying on the wall next to her. She got up and knelt down, holding a broken bowl, and begged: "My lord, buy a beggar for the money. Steamed bun."

Yan Xiu turned his head to look at her, his expression was bleak because he was thinking about something, he searched all over his body but found no money, so he said: "You follow me, when I get the money, I will give you two."

"Thank you son, you are a Bodhisattva." The beggar thanked Yan Xiu in a hoarse voice, and kowtowed several times to Yan Xiu.

She was a thin old woman, and Yan Xiu had never seen her before when she lived in the Taoyuan Pavilion, so she asked, "Where did you come from in Yangjing?"

The beggar replied tremblingly, "He's from Qianling."

"Do you know... the major events in the middle school recently?"

"When an emperor dies, a new one will come," the beggar replied panting as he walked, "for us, it doesn't matter who becomes the emperor, as long as you have a mouthful of food, you will be fine."

Yan Xiu's heart was ashamed, but he was still looking forward to the good news. His eyes were sour, and the tears rolled down unconsciously. He silently raised his hand to wipe it away. After walking for a long time, he walked through the streets and alleys before arriving at Qian Wang's Mansion.

It was Chen Yuxun who came to greet him in person. He was still dressed lightly and fairy-like as usual, bowed and said, "Lord Yan."

"King Liuqian, I... am no longer an adult, tell me to let myself go."

So he entered the courtyard, and Chen Yuxun pointed to a servant, gave the beggar some money for food, and sent her away.

Before Yan Xiu sat down, his eyes were completely red. At this point, he couldn't hold back any longer and begged while weeping: "My lord, I heard... about him."

A maid came in, put down the snacks and tea, and went out.

"I just heard that too. I don't know if the news is true or not. Where have you been recently? Tao Lan Pavilion has been closed."

Chen Yuxun invited Yan Xiu to sit down, and offered him tea. The candlelight on the table baked half of his cheeks, which were dark yellow.

Yan Xiu's mind was in confusion, and he didn't understand what Chen Yuxun said at all. The tea didn't enter the mouth, but opened the lid, and the white mist came out. He was stunned and began to accept the news of the collapse of the world. Yan Xiu's shoulders trembled. Cry out loud.

Chen Yuxun also sat down, he was never a person with violent emotions, he thought Yan Xiu was the same, so he asked the servant girl to take a soft handkerchief, put it on a plate, and put it on the table.

"Everyone regrets or resents, or even hates. I am not close to Bi Jie, but I know that compared with many hypocritical power grabbers, he really wants to make the emperor a good person," Chen Xun said, "You are the one I saw The only one who shed tears for him."

Yan Xiu opened his eyes and looked at the flickering candle flames, and said, "I understand that one cannot use people's thoughts to assert his value, and thus regard death as a purely sad thing, but to me, when a person is gone, he is gone." , gone forever."

"I heard that Princess Xiangtang is coming back from Xikong. She was too anxious and became pregnant again."

"She will cry too. At that time, in order to let me save people, the sword was pulled out and pressed against my throat." Yan Xiu raised his eyes, and he looked at Chen Xunxun's face, and said, "King Liuqian, at this moment Desperate situation, I decided to go back to Fushan after thinking about it, and I left at that time, and I didn’t give any news to my family; I came to visit you and wanted to borrow some money for the journey.”

Chen Yuxun was not confused or asked, so he naturally agreed to the request, and asked people to prepare a lot of money. Yan Xiu stayed in the Qianwang Mansion that night, and after a sleepless night, the horse led came early the next morning, and the wind was blowing heavily. Clouds, a layer of cold mist spread across the sky.

The gilt lantern hairpin was wrapped and placed on the body, Yan Xiu said goodbye to Chen Yuxun and set off.

Yangjing is prosperous and spacious, with all kinds of buildings, magnificent and not vulgar. No other government in the country will have such a wide road. The sound of horseshoes hitting the ground can be heard in the ears. People have seen civilians and nobles, and experienced sweet and sour. bitter.

In the spring when the peach blossoms can bloom, Yan Xiu really wants to leave.

The wind dyed the sky a muddy gray, passing through Changrong Street, and arriving at Rongsu Gate in the south of Yangjing, Yan Xiu stayed silent on the horse.

He was wearing a cloak made of egg blue satin, with a cold cloak outside, a tuft of black hair on the top of his head, the ends hanging down with the rest of the blue silk, and hung on his shoulders; Yan Xiu had a pair of auspicious phoenix eyes , high nose and thin lips, at this moment, he will cry but not laugh, gritting his teeth, his eyes are still a little bit clear, and a little bit cold.

A few days after Xiaoxue, Yan Xiu arrived at a town in Re'ao Mansion, his injury was not healed, so he felt a little unwell during the cold weather, there were a few drivers resting in front of the inn, they chatted: "Emperor Changfeng is the same age as my youngest son, a few days ago He died of illness in prison."

"It didn't die of illness. I heard that he was hacked to death, and his head was hung on the city wall for passers-by to watch."

"Shortly after Mr. Zhang came back from Yangjing, his wife said that there was nothing on the city wall. They were all bluffing lies. He was indeed dead, and there was nothing in prison..."

In Yan Xiu's hands were two packs of healing medicines, which were strung together with hemp rope, shaking gently in the wind. He was dazed, raised his head, and didn't know where to look, so he looked at the signboard on the door of the inn, his eyes flickered , Let those snowflakes hang on the brow and nose.

For a moment, he wanted to return to Yangjing, wanted to search that vast city without boundaries, and wanted to risk his life to meet Chen Taoshao and ask for the most truthful words.

The arrow wound on his heart was burning, and there was a long and faint pain again. Yan Xiu lifted his leg and walked to the inn, took some silver and entrusted Xiao Er to make medicine, and then went upstairs to return to the room. After a while, Xiao Er will Warm wine is brought.

He also took care and said in detail: "Guest officer, it is not suitable to drink alcohol when you are sick."

"I'm a doctor, so I know what's going on. Just put down the wine and take care of my medicine. Thank you."

The night was not buried in an instant, but Yan Xiu didn't wake up for a few seconds afterwards. His face was pressed against the table, and the oil lamp next to him burned a wisp of black smoke. The candle was knocked down, and the flame went out, leaving only a cloud of white tears.

The hot wine was poured all over his front and feet, and it turned into cold wine, which still smelled of wine. Yan Xiu stuck out his tongue and licked the wet marks under his lips. dare."

Said he was drunk, but not crazy, Yan Xiu folded his empty palm and clenched it into a helpless fist. His hair was scattered on his chest, his cheeks were swollen red, and he huddled in the warm room In one place, he raised his head and sobbed, and said slowly: "I should have caught you, told you not to take risks, and told you that life is the most important thing, or..."

Yan Xiu hadn't finished speaking, his eyes turned redder, and he suddenly said harshly, "Or...you should have killed King Bei Ming at the banquet when you first went to Yangjing."

The oil lamp is dim, and people are poured into the soft and warm bedding of the bed, which smells of cheap and unfamiliar spices.

Yan Xiu took out the lantern hairpin from his bosom. He should have had more things to think about, but the Taolang Pavilion couldn't enter; light and night were coated on the hairpin, and Yan Xiu held it tightly.

Alcoholism, intoxication, sadness, fantasy, awakening, remorse...

Acacia.

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