Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 50: Fursativa and History

The carriage of the National Master's Palace is parked in front of the main square of the Palace Gate, where we wait for the Turtle King and Lu Guang and others. It's early September, and the desert oasis has a cool morning. Baek Zhen and a group of queens came out first. They were all settled. Lu Guang has not yet been seen. When the sun rose on the third pole, Lu Guang slowly walked out of the palace door. He embraced a group of beautiful Turtles. The battle was gorgeous, and the platoon was bigger than the white shock.

I've been sneaking around in the carriage, searching around Lu Guang. He was soon seen, not only because of his skinny, handsome, elegant crane chickens, but also because his costume was recognizable at a glance. He was dressed in a brown broad monk robe with an open right shoulder, particularly unique among the bright luminaries and generals dressed in gold and silver. During his house arrest, he was only given secular clothes, but now he is allowed to change his monk's robe, only because Lu Guang did it intentionally.

Lu Guangpedestrian and others were also ready. Someone dragged a horse to Rosh's side with difficulty. At first glance, the horse was strong in character and kept kicking and screaming. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I just saw Rosh grabbing the horse quietly and trying to get on it.

Close your eyes and don't dare look any further. My heart is dripping blood, and I'm dizzy. It happens all the time, no matter what I try to avoid.

A burst of laughter erupted in the crowd. Those who ignorantly regard religion as witchcraft and power know nothing but humiliation and disparagement in an attempt to subdue the divine power. In fact, history has proven that Lu Guang is just a jumping clown, while Rosh is a respected generation of masters. Without wishing to witness his moment, he should not want to be seen either. Hold on tight to the Adeles silk he gave me, thinking, "Rosh, hold on, hold on, hold on!

There was some commotion in the crowd, and a familiar voice shouted angrily. Lifting the curtains of the car, it was Fursati, blocked in front of the horse with her body, with her hands stained with dust, and a slightly painful look on her knees, Rosh.

Lu Guang said a few words to his men, the horse was taken away and a cow truck was taken to Rosh. Everyone is riding or riding a wagon, cow bikes are for the poor, and the worst treatment is not the focus of Lu Guang. This cow will never have a good personality, presumably the "evil cow” recorded in the history books.

Fursati's face sank and Rosh was not allowed to ride in the bull cart. Lu Guang's face was getting worse and worse. He whispered a few words to the white seismic whisper, and then the white seismic appeared to pull Fursati away.

I quickly put on the veil when I saw the White Earthquake personally twisting Fursati toward our carriage. The curtain was lifted, the white shock nodded at me, and his face was a little embarrassed. In unskilled Chinese, he said: "Madame Wang is so happy to dissuade the master, don't block the journey again. ”

I stretched out my hand to hold on to Fursati and bowed to the white earthquake, lowering my voice: “My concubine saved me, my lord. ”

When Baek left, I whispered to Fursati: "Get in the car, don't make Lu Guang angry again. ”

He twisted his eyebrows together: "Ai Qing, how can you stand it? Didn't you love him? ”

“Frasativo, for loving him, I will bear it. Lu Guangguang will humiliate him in any case. It won't help you to jump out and stop him. I'm afraid it'll cause more humiliation.” I looked at him with dismay and sighed, "There is no other way in this world of weak and forceful flesh but to face it lightly. ”

Sitting across from me with resentment, he muffled at the people driving outside: "Let's go. ”

The carriage is moving slowly and you can still hear the mockery coming from the front. Fursati's face was black and she lifted the curtain and looked out.

I grabbed the curtain and shook his head: "Don't look.” Said calmly to him, "He could face humiliation in front of so many people, but he still had self-esteem and he would not want to be seen by his loved ones. So we don't look, we respect him. ”

“Aiqing...” He stared at me painfully, his eyes were a little red, "Can you really be so calm? Why is your face so pale and your eyes so red? ”

I'm stunned. Is it that bad? I've been sleepless for a few days, and I know where I can't see it. But he claimed to have had a cold, and I didn't look like a fake.

“Didn't I tell you to persuade him? Did he not listen, or did you not tell him? ”

When I thought about breaking up with him, my heart ached. Calm down and inhale your nose. "Do you know what Lu Guang wants him to do? ”

“I didn't know it at first, but now I'm guessing something. ”

“As far as you know, will he promise to sing a song of praise to Lu Guangdong by opening his eyes like this? ”

“Even if he refuses, he can delay it some other way, or tentatively. Anyway, it's a long story. Why reject it and cause such endless humiliation? ”

“Fursati, he has his own conviction, which Lu Guang can not defeat. Even physical humiliation is better than mental pain due to yield. Since he made such a decision, I would follow him in support of him no matter what. Even…” Pause, steady your trembling hands and continue to say in a calm tone, "If he doesn't need it anymore, I can leave too. ”

He later went to Liangzhou with Lu Guang, for 17 years, but for such a long time the record was almost blank in his biography, leaving only two or three strange rumors without as little credibility as the so-called prophecy. Whether he succumbed to Lu Guang or not, it can be deduced from here. Seventeen years, he won't give in, not to mention now?

He looked at me for a long time, and there was heartache and sadness in his eyes: "Ai Qing, you really know him best. No wonder he's been waiting for you for 10 years. The extent to which I loved you compared to him was not worth mentioning at all. So, without you, it's inevitable. ”

With a smile in his mouth, he remembered his youth and was emotional: “You finally let go of your paranoia when you were young. ”

His eyes drifted away and he silenced for a moment, suddenly saying, “He's here now, and I have. ”

I looked at him somehow.

“Remember, when you walked away, you told me that Turtles would go through a big change in the future. If I were a soldier, my life would be in danger. You also said that if I had to get along with my uncle, he could be my backyard. ”

I nodded and got a little upset: "What did you do? ”

“I deliberately angered Uncle Wang and should have called the former king. He expelled me from the Prohibition Army. I had a vendetta with him, and he kept looking at me. When his parents died, he had no concern. ”

“When I left the Prohibition Army, I went into business, trafficked silk and made a lot of money. But the former king refused to give me the copper mine franchise, and instead gave me four princes who knew nothing. Yearly deficit was just enough, but the four princes put the blame on me, saying that I let the businessmen resist buying turtle copper. The former king confiscated several of my silk banks in anger, and I had a rough time during that time. ”

In retrospect, he looked angry: "Such a luxurious and unconscious king, instead of being good to the Turtles. And I wanted revenge, so I incited my uncle against him. My brother-in-law was scared, he had no ambition, and I was all behind it. We had no strength or control over the army ourselves, so my uncle went to Chang 'an for the first time six years ago, and I followed him. At that time, he met Lord Fu Jian of Qin. He self-proclaimed hero Geshi. Between his words, I knew that he had the heart to subdue the West. ”

“When I got back, I contacted Xinshan, the driver, Yu Xiao and other countries. They were already dissatisfied with Uncle Wang's domination of the West, so they were right on the beat. Three years ago, the kings of the western realm united to go to Chang 'an Jingong. Under my needle thread, they asked for Fa Jianxi and volunteered to be the guide of the western symbol. ”

I stared at him. I didn't think he was behind all this history I was familiar with.

“I have always admired the charm for his perseverance and only wanted to use his strength to eradicate the former king. Fu Jian also promised to be as autonomous as the Han Dynasty, as long as it appeared to be called Sennagon. I know that the big brother thought of Hanzi looking for you, and worried that his relationship with the former king would be too tight and would be affected, so he and Fu praised his intelligent divine wisdom, and wanted to persevere in his passage to Chang 'an. Fu Jian had already heard his brother's name, so Lu Guangguang was instructed to send his brother to Chang 'an as soon as he attacked Kurtz. ”

I can't talk. Why is this happening...

“Ai Qing, I didn't think Fu Jian would defeat Jin Guo at this time, he was already the most powerful force in China. I didn't expect Lu Guangguang to take the opportunity to stand on his own in the West, so I held him back. Brother is humiliated and deeply researched because of me.” He was ashamed to hold on to his fists, "I'd rather be humiliated on his behalf if I could. It hurts more to see him fall off a horse than it hurts to fall on myself. ”

There was another laugh coming out of the window, which was like an arrow and stabbed me in all directions. The whole person seemed to want to fall off the seat and hold on to Fursati's arm. “No, Fursati, it's none of your business. It was me, I leaked the future to you. Therefore, if you want to pursue it, I caused him..."

Why is this happening? Who the hell am I? Am I a factor in this history? Why is there no record of me? What role did I play in this rolling flood? Am I pushing the big wheel of history? Or would it have ended like this without me? Who the hell is playing games with our destiny?

In fatalism, it was no accident that I crossed over to meet him. And he was right not to come with me. Because, in any case, history will go in the right direction, and he will surely be the famous high priest of history. So, after all, I can't change everything...

In the history book, Lu Guang said to Rosh, "It is a mortal act, the strong wife is Princess Turtles”, which I have been automatically ignoring. I told myself that his record contained too many falsehoods, which must also be blackmail. And now that I have replaced the late Azerbaijani Emperor as the object of his break, history has been changed by me, and this record will become one of the mysteries that future generations will not be able to solve. But Fursati's words disturbed me. If history still follows its established course, and if this record is true, then whatever I do, the last emperor of Azerbaijani will surely remain his wife.

“Irene, what's wrong with you?” One big hand held me.

I stared at Fursati, and the whole person shook. No, I can't faint. I can't show cowardice at this time. “Wife with Turtle Queen”, “Wife with Turtle Queen”, can't think anymore, regardless of the way forward, I must maintain the spirit to cope.

“I'm fine, I'm just dizzy, just get some sleep. ”

I leaned back, my consciousness quickly blurred. Someone in my ear seems to be shouting my name. I can't agree, I'm really too tired...

When he woke up wandering, he found himself falling into the arms of his Fursati mother. Somewhat embarrassed to get up and see him staring at me with a sad face.

“How did you faint? ”

“It's not fainting. I haven't slept in days. I'm tired.” I don't want to talk about it any more, but the carriage stopped. Ask him, "Why did you stop? ”

“Lu Guang wants to rest.” Still a heartbroken look, breathe out, "I went to see him. ”

He shouted at him to get out of the car, and he shook his head slightly at me: "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive anymore. ”

“Give this to him for me...”

Versativo took over the Adeles silk in my hand and thought for a moment, looking up at me and nodding his head.