Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 88 Chang 'an meets the deceased (1)

The Garden is more than forty miles from Chang 'an. We walked halfway into Chang 'an City in the afternoon. I lifted the curtain and looked out, and this famous eighteen dynasties were so genuinely displayed before me.

I have been to modern Xi 'an, the wide streets, the layout of all four quarters, preserve the complete Ming Dynasty walls, the Zhong Drum Tower size geese tower, the monumental forest back to Min Lane College Gate, blend with the modern high-rise building car water maroon to create another unique flavor.

Hyundai Xi 'an was built in Tang Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty pattern. And Chang 'an in front of me, northwest of modern Xi 'an, is the capital of the Han Dynasty. This ancient city, which has gone through a long period, was also restless during the period of the Sixteen Kingdoms. The mess of the Eight Kings in the last year of Xijin was devastating. After Qin Zhanjian's painstaking management, it had recovered. Instead, Murong sieged Chang 'an and then burned to death and looted him, completing hell with his nose. Now, after the efforts of Yao Yao Xing two generations, although not comparable to the scale of the future Great Tang Sheng Shi, it is also like a prosperity.

The carriage travels slowly in the city, passing the drum tower, the bell tower. People come and go in the streets, full of life. He handcuffed me to the waist and drowned, letting me put my chin on the carriage window frame and measure it outside, his eyes floating from time to time funny.

After passing through Fang City, a number of people dressed in ragged heads were seen sitting ungodly on the ground. Rosh stopped the wagon, and he got out and asked the grasshoppers. I wanted to get out too, hesitated for a while and still didn't get out. Having a passerby see him with a woman openly affects his reputation. He went back to the carriage and asked me to find some money, and I almost emptied my pockets. He gave the money to the people and went back to the car, a little depressed.

“He is a displaced person from Liangzhou who has no means of living and sells himself as a slave.” He sighed, "I would persuade His Majesty to release these Lenzhou displaced persons who sold themselves as slaves. ”

I nodded. Yao Xing is not Lu Guangming, for the sake of political clarity, he should be able to heed Rosh's advice.

When we arrived at the Palace, our carriage stopped at the entrance to the side palace and was briefed by someone. This pause now caught my attention from a tall young man across the street. He was standing at the entrance of the palace, looking inside, anxious. Age up to twenty years old, very tall, approaching one metre nine. When he heard the noise, he turned his head and measured our carriage. I shouted to myself: what a handsome young man!

Long and healthy body with no inches of needles. Though it's a regular cotton coat, it looks educated. The skin is white and the lips are reddened and whitened by the blue brick grey shade. Bright black eyes Jen is shooting a curious look at our carriage under the beautiful eyelids, and the sharpening of the tipped chin brings a little softness to the entire face.

Herren Bob is also tall and handsome, but he is too cold and frightening. This young man doesn't have that kind of temper, so in terms of "handsome," he's better than Herrembert. He was about the age of Herrembert, in his early twenties. Such a white skin is definitely not of Han origin.

The person who heard the briefing said that the car was filled with Master and Mrs. Morosh, and he shook himself, looked up at our carriage, and lifted his legs. I thought to myself behind the curtain. This young man's eyebrows are a little familiar. I don't know who it is. Without waiting for him to approach, the carriage was already moving. As I drove into the palace door, I looked backwards, and he had some annoyance on his face and stared at the wagon gradually moving away.

After entering the palace, we were placed in a single-door courtyard in the courtroom. Rosh took Monk Zhao to see Yao Xing. He knew that I was very professional and I couldn't sit down. A eunuch by the name of Zheng was ordered to walk with me in a permissible place in Huangmen. But the rear palace is forbidden, without special permission, or cannot go.

I'm already happy to have such freedom. The Miao Central Palace is the longest existing palace in Chinese history, and Liu Bang ordered Xiao He to build it. From Xihan, Qin Qin, Qin Qin, to Xiwei in the period of the North and South Dynasties, North Zhou, all have Wei Central Palace as the central administrative hub. After many years of renovation, the central palace occupies one seventh of the total area of Changan City. So, you can imagine, even in the outer courtroom, the area is huge enough for me to study. Pull some crushed gold and silver out of the backpack and follow Zheng Huangmen out.

When I think of the young man, there is always a curiosity, let Zheng Huangmen take me to the side gate first. He kindly explained to me along the way that there were many rules in the palace, that it was not allowed to leave the palace door without permission, and that a special ultimatum was required to leave the palace. Rosh should not have lived in the palace, but His Majesty wished to hear the Wisdom of the Mage day after day without wanting him to live too far away. He gave me an ultimatum stating that this allowed me free access to the palace gate.

I listened and thanked him. Remove a few pieces of modern gold from your arms and sneak them into Zheng Huangmen. He took bribes and showed me the way more enthusiastically.

Out of the door, surprised to see the soldiers guarding the palace door beating people, the young man who fell down and bowed up with his hand to protect his head was exactly what I saw. He rushed forward and drank. The soldier did not know who I was, but stopped when he saw a high-ranking eunuch accompanying him.

I lifted that young man up. His forehead swelled, his cheekbones torn, his beautiful eyes filled with infinite resentment, and his handsome face filled with unbearable anger. He whispered thanks to me. Asked why he was wandering here, he told me that he had come from Liangzhou, that his sister had been captured by a rider general, and that he had been sent to the palace to act as a palace geisha. He wandered around the front door of the Palace every day hoping to find an opportunity to rescue his sister.

I'm grinning. No wonder the soldiers beat him. It must be watching him wander around here every day, possibly even stopping some of the wagons in power. Ask his sister what she looks like, age geometry. He showed me his height, saying that his sister was 25 years old, not pretty, but quiet Hyun-sook. I see. It's her!

“Does your sister have a strict name? ”

He was happy and nodded yes. I was wondering if the woman looked thick, had big eyebrows, and should be Hungarian. And this tall young man has such a white skin that he's supposed to be a little inferior. How could he be a sister?

But I don't wear it either. I just nodded and told him, "I've seen Sister Nai before. She is married and cries every night because she misses her husband. ”

He glanced at him with a complex look in his eyes. His face seemed a little red: "Please help this sister, Da Ngda De will live forever!” He knelt on one knee and held his fist high.

I'm in trouble. It has been a month since Yao Xing ordered these women to be brought to the banquet. I do not know what the situation is. As soon as Houmen enters the deep sea, let alone the palace gate?

Look at his handsome face filled with expectations, some impatience: “Go back, don't look here. Tell me your name and where you live. If I hear you, send someone to let you know. ”

He repeatedly expressed his gratitude with joy and told me: "I am staying in Huaiyuan Fang at Shimochao. ”

I looked up at him. Poverty continues unaltered with pale and clear skin, with dark, long hair half bundled into the bupa and half dripping over the shoulder. Muchao? Years ago, there was a good kid who called himself that. Was it him when he grew up? Coincidence? Think about it. Is it Hu Yanjing? Her father Hu Yanping called him Yanping. Murong is over twenty years old and is also in line with the number of young people in front of him. And the Huns and the Humans...

He was a little rushed when I watched him, and a little redness drifted across his white face. I whispered, "When I was three or four years old, did I ever live with an aunt? ”

He looked at me amazingly, measured me up and down, and nodded silently. And I said, "Where did you live? ”

He stared at me and muttered: "At the house of the Archmage, Haut-Morosh. ”

"Little brother's mother is Duan," she said. "Her girlfriend is Ting Ting? ”

“You... who are you?” He almost jumped and his chest fluctuated sharply.

I couldn't help laughing with a smile. It was the fate of God's arrangement. It turned out to be that cute little kid back then. Take out a pencil clip that you keep in your sleeve bag: "Do you know this thing? ”

“Auntie!” He shouted, holding my shoulder, ecstatic, “You're my aunt! ”

Step back and ask yourself, “But isn't my aunt older than my mother? Why do you look younger than Jing? And I hear you, you're not...”

“Kid, don't curse aunt Crow Mouth. Auntie is a fairy, immortal. But I went back to my mother's house and said I was dead.” Smile a few words and mix this up, "Superior, you've grown up so much taller than your aunt. ”

I looked up at him, so tall and handsome. If you're not a movie star or a model in modern times, you're a very violent creature. Happily lifting his hand, his footsteps began to move: "Go, take your aunt to see your mother. ”