Shaodi Chunxin

Before Fu Yuanqing left Beijing, he went to look for Bailishi.

At that time, Bailishi was also packing his bags and was about to leave, so he was not surprised to see him coming, and said, "It's just right, I just boiled hot water and made tea. It's new tea."

He probably wanted to make fun of Fu Yuanqing, so he specifically said the word "new tea". When Fu Yuanqing entered, there were Chinese herbal medicines everywhere, and he had no place to stay, so he drank that bowl of tea standing up.This year's new tea is really good. It is clear and sweet, and the tea shadow is floating, which is very memorable.

"What are the palm prints for?"

"I want to ask you something." Fu Yuanqing said.

"please say."

"Does the Great Wilderness Jade Classic really exist?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

Bailishi paused when he was packing up his things, and looked at him: "Why do you ask this?"

"Before Ban'an left, Fang Jing asked."

"I said that his meridian is broken, so he can't practice this sutra."

"Is that just the case? A technique of dual cultivation that is said to save one's life, you can practice it as soon as you say it, and stop it as soon as you say it. There are signs." Fu Yuanqing shook his head, "Everything is up to you, the genius doctor. Although the explanation makes sense, it is too far-fetched."

"It's not me who has the final say, there are letters to prove it."

"Are you talking about this jade slip? Or this bamboo slip?" Fu Yuanqing took out two volumes of scriptures from his pocket and put them on the table. "When is the so-called Great Desolation? And what is the so-called Weishan Mountain?"

Baili Shi smiled: "Since the palm print is sure that I am fake, why do you come to ask?"

"...Because the Tablet is indeed an ancient artifact. And I did survive."

Bailishi carefully packed the medicinal materials, put them away in different categories, and put a seal on them. After a while, he said: "At that time, His Majesty looked for me from thousands of miles away and told me that I was suffering from a disease in the palm print. As a doctor, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Healing the wounded and saving lives is justified."

Baili raised his head and smiled: "As for the questions about the palm prints, you already have the answers, so why bother to ask me."

Fu Yuanqing put the two volumes of the Heart Sutra on the table, crossed his hands and tucked his sleeves, and saluted: "Thank you, the divine doctor, for saving my life and my heart."

After saying this, he turned and left.

The sun is shining outside, and autumn is here.

The leaves start to turn golden, and the fruits are fragrant when they are ripe.

He thought he was going to die at the end of summer, but he ushered in vitality in autumn.

The horse team that set off for Ningbo Port traveled ten miles. In the Yuanwang Hall, everyone prepared a farewell banquet and waited for him.

There are former friends Pu Ying, Yang Lingxue, and Gu Shuwang.

There are companions Fang Jing and Debao by his side.

There are also colleagues today, Geng Hunxiao and Su Yuqing.

Fang Jing cried until his eyes swelled.

"Godfather, do you really want to leave? Do you want me? Do you want Your Majesty?"

Fu Yuanqing stroked his head and said with a smile, "I'm willing."

Fang Jing cried even harder.

"I joined the Supervisor of Ceremonies at a young age, and you insisted on calling me the ancestor, saying that it was the rule for so many years. You called my Fu Er, who was in his prime, a monster in his seventies and eighties. I still have a grudge." He said.

Fang Jing couldn't hold back "Wow—" and cried out: "I was wrong, okay, I won't call my ancestors anymore."

"What's that called?"

"Little, little ancestor."

Everyone laughed loudly, and wrote poems to say goodbye. After half an hour, Fu Yuanqing was able to leave on horseback. After walking half a mile, he turned around and wished that the capital city and the Yuanwang Pavilion were integrated into one body behind him.

In the halo of autumn, hazy and floating.

Like his turbulent dream...

After waking up from the dream, those nightmares were all left behind.

A group of people boarded a canal boat from Tongzhou Ferry, then changed to land, and traveled several days in a hurry to reach Ningbo Port.

Hundreds of sea-going ships are waving flags and are welcoming their arrival.

The tallest and largest treasure ship was his flagship.

Without waiting for a rest, he dismounted and boarded the boat.

Seen from the boat, the endless sea finally connects with the sky, turning into a vast expanse.

Another day later, the fleet set sail, and the territory of Daduan Dynasty gradually disappeared into the distance.

He held on to the fence and waited for a while before someone hugged him from behind.

He turned his head to look, Zhao Xu was standing beside him wearing a soldier's soft armor.

"Your Majesty is too willful." Fu Yuanqing said, "If you go to sea with me, what will the court do?"

"The emperor is still in the Forbidden City, but he is not going to court. The one who is coming with you is Chengjing." Zhao Xu said, "I've already figured it out. The first time I go to sea, it will only take half a year at most. Even if I go far in the future, it will take three or four years." I’m back. Among our ancestors, there is one who hasn’t been in court for 22 years, and Daduan has not seen his country perish. Besides, there are Pu Ying, Su Yuqing, Geng Wanxiao and others in the court, and it doesn’t matter if I am the emperor. After five or six years, King Fu's son will grow up, so I will give him the throne and concentrate on being the guard around Zhang Yin."

Fu Yuanqing sighed helplessly.

"It's so far away from the shore anyway, you can't send me back, can you?" Zhao Xu said.

Fu Yuanqing looked sideways at him.

"No." Fu Yuanqing said, "I want to keep you in my room, and do double cultivation with me. The harp and the music, share the longevity."

Zhao Xu laughed and kissed him on the cheek: "It's... the old ancestor."

Seagulls soar in the blue sky.

The water sparkled.

White sails.

From what I thought was the end, I sailed to the depths of the endless sea.

Glad to go to it.

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