Vol 5 Chapter 2: Ping An Jing

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In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a repressed moan, coming from Si Yin's room. I suddenly got up from the bed-, and put on a dress and walked to Si Yin's room. Was he guilty of the disease again?
Pushing open the door of Si Yin's room, I saw Si Yin's face pale and clenched his lower lip, as if enduring a huge pain, it was indeed his illness. It is very strange that Si Yin will have such a disease every year, and there is no sign and no cure, but it will return to normal after three days.
"Master?" I yelled in a low voice, and as soon as he saw dense sweat on his forehead, he hurried out to take a pot of water and took a towel in. I dipped the towel in water, wringed it dry, and wiped his forehead gently.
It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, and the pajamas on his body seemed to be soaked.
"Master, are you okay? Do you want to drink water?" Every time he had a seizure in the past, birds were beside him, so I have never seen him like this at close range. Although he is accustomed to his one shot every year, but watching God-like Si Yin actually has such a time, he is also a little uneasy.
He shook his head and looked up at me. At that moment, I suddenly felt that his eyes were so strange, and there were flashes in my eyes that I couldn't understand.
"Go out, Xiao Yin." He lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
"But Master, how about you..."
"Go out."
"but……"
Si Yin raised his head again, staring at me, saying, "Go out." I was taken aback, wondering if it was my dazzle, Si Yin's eyes turned golden. I quickly rubbed my eyes and looked again. It was still the original eyes with different colors. I was dazzled. How could Si Yin have golden eyes?
"Then, Master, I put the towel and water there, you wipe it yourself." I said as I left his room and closed the door.
I think I need to rest, I may be too tired.
The next day is the day of departure. Before I left, I changed my clothes and wanted to comb a hair style that didn't seem so abrupt, but because of the loose technique, my hair was messed up.
I couldn't help but restlessly put the comb on the table, remembering the unconscious bird, and even more sad.
"Asuka, you see, I can't even comb my head without you..." I whispered.
At this time, a beautifully shaped hand picked up the comb on the table. I was stunned. I turned my head and looked up, and it was Si Yin Junxiu's very face. The Chinese stand collar that tightly wrapped around the neck, slightly revealing pale skin, and the calm and calm expression, let him exude a beauty of asceticism. Next, Si Yin's behavior surprised me even more. He actually helped me to comb my head skillfully.
"Master?" I was a little stunned.
Si Yin said lightly, "What's wrong? I'm afraid I can't comb well? Didn't I comb it for you as a kid?"
For a moment, I suddenly felt that the picture in front of me was gradually blurred. The self in the mirror seems to have become a little girl of seven or eight years old who can't see clearly... The little girl is crying with a messy and strange hair style, but the Si Yin standing beside is paralyzed...
"All right."
When I heard his voice, I recovered and looked in the mirror, my eyes lit up. The combed bun was quite beautiful, which was beyond my expectations.
I couldn’t help but touch my hair.
Every time Master brushed my hair before, I didn’t dare to go out to meet people. When I met someone I knew, I couldn’t wait to hide. I didn’t expect Master to be so good! Master, you’re here My eyes are finally omnipotent!
Si Yin said coolly, "Dare not go out? Would you like to hide? Huh?"
I spat out my tongue and smiled to change the subject, "Hairstyle is done! It's almost time to start."
I was about to get up, Si Yin lightly pressed my shoulder.
"Wait a minute, it's almost something."
As he leaned down and inserted a hosta into my curly hair, he nodded slightly, "This is much better."
I looked up into the mirror, and there was a two-person shadow in it. Master's eyes were falling on my face gently and intently, without seeing the usual coldness and indifference. Seemingly seeing me looking at him, he quickly withdrew his gaze and recovered his faint expression again.
"Are you ready? This time you are going to the capital of Japan, Heian Kyo, in the early Heian period."
Are you going to Kyoto again? The moment I closed my eyes, the warm and clear smile of Director General appeared in front of me again, but this time in Kyoto, there was no such distressing teenager.
After the crystal glowed brilliantly, I continued my journey in space and time.
Is this Ping'an Jing? After waking up, I opened my eyes and looked at the surroundings in amazement. Obviously it was a Chinese-style building. The pedestrians around were all wearing Tang suits. What surprised me was that the people who walked by me said that I was familiar. Words-Chinese.
Strange, does Ping An Jing imitate our country so thoroughly? Impossible. In Japan at that time, only the nobles could learn Chinese. How could it be so popular?
I was so excited that I took a young woman by my side, "Where is this place?"
The woman looked at me with surprise: "This is Fuzhou."
Fuzhou? I was shocked, isn't Fuzhou just in China?
"So what's the current year number?"
"Bao Da for eight years."
In the eighth year of Baoda, I quickly recalled that the eighth year of Baoda seems to be the year number of Southern Tang Dynasty in history. So that means that I am indeed on my own land. What is going on? Morpheus's illness affected his spells, so there was such a big error?
But the eighth year of Baoda seems to be 950 AD. The time seems right, but the space is much worse.
Forget it, since it's here, is there always a way to go to Japan? Although the Tang Dynasty has perished, cultural and economic exchanges between Japan and China's coastal areas were still very frequent during this period. By the way, you can take a boat to Ping'an Jing.
Thinking of this, my mood calmed down again, and I went to the pawnshop to exchange some coins. During the period of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the currency was in chaos. The Southern Tang Dynasty still used the previous Kaiyuan Tongbao. Then I went to buy a simple Tang suit. Although the dynasty has been changed, the pedestrians on the road are still wearing Tang suits. It seems that many things are not so easy to change.
I ate something in a restaurant, bought some dry food, and hurried to the pier.
There were a lot of people on the pier, but there were not many ships. There were only a few boats parked on the sea. There was a large group of people not far in front of me. I hesitated and turned away from the crowd and squeezed to the bow of the boat, but I saw a man dressed as a boatman driving down a young girl.
"Go down, go down, so many dozens of dollars would like to take a boat to He Guo." The man said angrily.
"Ship, please, I must go to He Guo." The girl grabbed the boat gang tightly and continued to plead.
I heard the man's words, and I couldn't help but feel happy. I really had no time to come. The ship was going to Japan, but how could the girl insist on going to Japan like this? It seems strange that a woman of this era went to a foreign country alone. Seeing that the girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, she has a good-looking appearance, elegant temperament, and is as pale as a magnolia flower, but her face is pale, as if suffering from some disease.
I do not know why, I have a good impression on her inexplicably.
"Houseman, I also want to take a boat to He Guo." I stepped forward.
Before the boatman could answer, I had already poured half of the coins out of my pocket, and the boatman immediately smiled and nodded.
"Wait, I'll add her." I pointed to the girl, and hesitated to see him, and I said, "Even if she is added, it's more than enough."
He only thought for a few seconds, "Get on the boat."
The girl glanced at me in disbelief, and she hadn't recovered.
"Are you going or not?" I got on the boat and yelled at her, and then she recovered and hurried towards me. I stretched out my hand and pulled her onto the boat.
"Thank you, thank you." She whispered.
"No need to thank, we can be a partner." I smiled.
She raised her face, smiled slightly, and nodded slightly.
After all, we are the same age, and we soon become acquainted.
"My name is Ye Yin, what about you?" I lived in a room with her, which was not bad. Someone along the way just happened to talk with me.
"My name is Charo." she whispered.
"Sharo, a very special name." I looked at her. The name didn't seem like an ancient Chinese name.
"Well, listening to my mother said it was taken by my father. My father likes Sala Shuangshu very much."
"Sara tree? It seems to be a twin plant in Buddhism. I think your father must like your mother very much, so I gave you this name." I laughed at her with a smile. Her eyes gradually dimmed, suddenly frowning, holding her chest, seeming to be surrounded by severe pain, and a low moan in her mouth.
"Are you all right? Charo!" I was taken aback by her. She quickly waved her hand and said softly: "The old one is broken, no, it doesn't matter."
After a while, she slowly improved, but her face became paler.
"I said Sharo, why would a body like yours go to Japan-go to He Guo?" I asked puzzled.
She looked at me and was silent for a while: "I'll go find my father."
"Your father? Your father is in China?" I asked with wide eyes.
After listening to her, I learned that her father was a nobleman in Japan. When he traveled to China in the early years, he met Sharon's mother and stayed in China. Unexpectedly, one year after Sharo was born, the domestic political situation became increasingly chaotic, and after Sharo’s father was recruited back to Japan by a family member’s critical letter, he had no news and never returned.
It turned out to be an exotic love in a chaotic world...
"But why are you thinking of going to your father now?"
She lowered her eyelids and whispered: "My mother just died. Before she died, she wanted me to recognize him anyway. Plus, I heard that Wu Yue's soldiers and horses were about to hit Fuzhou soon, so I... "
"I see, rest assured, you will find your father." I comforted her. Looking at Sharo's weak body, I suddenly had a thought to protect her.
"Xiaoyin, you said, has my father forgotten my mother?" she asked suddenly.
"How come, there must be a misunderstanding, don't think about it, take a rest early." Although I comforted her like this, I was a bit skeptical. After all, this world is full of infatuated women, and her father went like this. If you don’t come back for more than ten years, it’s probably a new party.
It has been three or four days on the ship, and Sharo's body may not be able to withstand the turbulence of the waves, becoming weaker every day. Her condition seems to be getting heavier and worse, I see it in my eyes, anxiously, really worried that she can't support Japan or see her father.
A few days before coming to Japan, Sharro's condition suddenly deteriorated. I was anxious and sad, but there was no way to do it.
"Sharo, please cheer up. It's okay, it's okay." While I comforted her, my heart was filled with inexplicable fear, and should a fresh life disappear before my eyes? Former Director General, now Sharo?
She struggled to remove a piece of jade from her neck, and whispered: "Xiaoyin, our acquaintance is also a fate. This was my father who hung it on my own when I was born. I give it to my dad."
"Fool, you will be fine." My nose started to sore.
"Remember, my dad's name is He Maozhong, please, Xiaoyin." As soon as she finished speaking, she began to gasp desperately, watching her painful, my heart twisted.
"Promise me, Xiao Yin. Certainly, be sure to ask my father why and why not come back..." She held my hand tightly. I held her hand and nodded heavily.
She was relieved and closed her eyes slowly.
Feeling that her hand was loose, I immediately pulled her hand hard. The warm feeling was still there, just a ray of redness, and the smoke disappeared.
Sharo, rest assured, I will find your father, and I will ask him what you want to ask, for sure.
Ping An Jing, I finally arrived.
"The capital is here, Sha Luo." I muttered while standing on the streets of the capital, reaching out to touch the piece of jade, which was as warm as Sha Luo's hand.
This is the season for cherry blossoms to bloom. The cherry blossoms are spreading all over the interlaced streets, and the pink and white petals dance like honey butterflies. From time to time, the noble minister's bullock cart slowly passed by, and occasionally, a gorgeous costume like a cloud can be seen from under the curtain.
Compared with Kyoto seven hundred years later, the present Heianjing is full of peace and elegance.
What should I do now? Although the task is very important, I cannot ignore Charo’s pleading, and it is not so easy to get close to Emperor Murakami’s concubine. Sharo's father was a nobleman, and maybe he could find out something from him, anyway, it was better than me like a headless fly.
He Maozhong, who is it? The surname He Mao seems familiar.
Suddenly I felt a few eyes focused on me, and raised my eyes to sweep around. Several passers-by in water were looking at me in surprise. Also, I am a woman wearing a Tang suit, standing alone in the street of a foreign country. It is indeed a bit strange. I quickly turned my head to the side road.
Just turning around, I just felt like my body hit something, and then there was a burst of pain.
Looking up, it turned out to be a bullock cart, but the man driving the car was still expressionless, and didn't mean anything to be sorry. "Hey, won't you say I'm sorry if you hit someone!" I rubbed my hurt waist and stopped before the bullock cart. Suddenly there was a voice in the bullock cart: "Are you okay?" The voice was still very young.
"Not yet dead." I said angrily.
The man smiled softly and lifted the roller blind with a fan. A young man wearing a stand-up black hat and an ice-blue kimono appeared in front of my eyes. Under the black hat was a handsome and gentle face. His long and narrow face The black eyes glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a somewhat unspeakable charm. I took a deep breath, how could there be such tempting eyes in this world that are so suffocating but suffocating and beautiful?