Chapter 88: : Changan meets his old friend

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Xiaoyaoyuan is more than 40 miles away from Chang'an. We walked for most of the day and entered Chang'an City in the afternoon. I opened the curtain and looked out, the world-famous ancient capital of the eighteen dynasties was so truly displayed in front of me.
I’ve been to modern Xi’an, with a wide road, a square layout, a complete preserved Ming Dynasty city wall, a bell-and-drum tower with big and small goose pagodas, and Beilin Muslim Lane gate, which blended with the modern high-rise buildings and gave birth to another. Unique flavor.
Modern Xi'an was built in the Tang Dynasty and was the pattern of the Ming Dynasty. And Chang'an in front of me is the capital city of the Han Dynasty in the northwest of modern Xi'an. This vicissitudes of the ancient city was not peaceful during the period of the Sixteen Kingdoms. The chaos of the Eight Kings in the late Western Jin Dynasty was extremely devastating, and after the painstaking management of Qin Fujian, it has been restored. However, after Murong Chong laid siege to Chang'an and burned and looted, Guan Zhong became a of Abi. Now, after the efforts of two generations of Yao Chang and Yao Xing, although it is not comparable to the scale of the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty in the future, it is already an image of prosperity.
The carriage moved slowly through the city, passing the Drum Tower and Bell Tower. The streets are full of people, full of life. He put his arm around my waist and let me put my chin on the carriage window frame and looked outside, and his eyes floated funny from time to time.
Passing Fang City, I saw a lot of ragged people on the side of the road inserting grass marks, and sat on the ground indifferently. Roche asked the carriage to stop, and he got out and asked the people who inserted the cursive signs. I also wanted to get off, but hesitated for a while and still didn't get off. Letting passers-by see that he is openly with a woman will have an impact on his reputation. He returned to the carriage and asked me to find some money, and I almost emptied my pocket. He distributed the money to those people, and then returned to the car, a bit gloomy.
"It's Liangzhou refugees, there is no way to live, sell yourself as a slave." He sighed, "I will persuade your majesty to release these slaves who sold slaves in Liangzhou."
I nodded. Yao Xing is not Lu Guang. He is clear in politics and should be able to listen to Roche's admonishment.
When we arrived at Weiyang Palace, our carriage stopped at the gate of the side palace, and someone called us. At this moment of pause, a tall young man opposite caught my attention. He was standing in front of the palace gate and looking inward, with anxious expression. Up to 20 years old, very tall, close to one meter nine. Hearing the sound, he turned his head to look at our carriage. I secretly lamented: What a handsome boy!
The posture is long and vigorous, without any inch of fat. Despite the ordinary cotton coat, it looks quite educated. The skin is fair, and the lips are reddish and white with the cool blue and gray tones. Bright black pupils were looking curiously at our carriage under their beautiful eyes, and sharpened jaws made the whole face soft.
Helianbo is tall and handsome, but too cold, it is frightening. This young man doesn't have that kind of aggressiveness, so in terms of "handsome", he is better than Helianbo. He was about the same age as Helianbo and he was in his early twenties. Such fair skin is definitely not of Han descent.
The person who heard the report said that the master and his wife were Jomo Morosh in the car. He was shocked, looked at our carriage, and then walked up. I thought to myself secretly behind the curtain, this young man's eyebrows are vaguely familiar, I don't know who? Before he approached, the carriage had moved. I looked back as I drove into the palace gate. He was a little annoyed on his face, staring fixedly at the wagon that was walking away.
After entering the palace we were placed in a separate courtyard of the outer court. Roche took Seng Zhao to see Yao Xing. He knew that I had a strong professional heart and he couldn't sit still. Then he ordered an named Zheng, whose position was the Yellow Gate, to accompany me to walk around the place where he could move. But the harem is a forbidden place, and it cannot go without special permission.
I am already very happy to have this degree of freedom. Weiyang Palace is the longest-standing palace in Chinese history. Liu Bang ordered Xiao He to oversee it. From the Western Han Dynasty, the pre-Qin, the post-Qin, to the Western Wei Dynasty during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Weiyang Palace was used as the central administrative hub. After extensive renovations, Weiyang Palace accounted for one-seventh of the total area of ​​Chang'an City. Therefore, it can be concluded that even if it is a court, the area is also very large, enough for me to investigate. He happily took out some broken gold and silver from his backpack and followed Zheng Huangmen out.
Thinking of the young man just now, I was always curious, so I asked Zheng Huangmen to take me to that side gate. Along the way, he explained to me politely that there are a lot of rules in the palace, and you should not leave the palace without permission. Rosh shouldn't have lived in the palace, but His Majesty hopes to hear Master Hui's words every day, not wanting him to live too far. He handed me a letter, saying that he could freely enter and exit the palace.
I thank you while listening. Take out a few pieces of broken gold brought from the modern, secretly stuffed Zheng Huangmen. He took a bribe and showed me the direction more diligently.
When he went out, he was shocked to see that the soldiers at the gate of the palace were hitting people. It was the young man I saw who fell to the ground and arched his head to protect his head with his hands. He hurried forward and drank. Although the soldier did not know my identity, he saw a high-ranking accompanied him and stopped.
I lifted up the young man. His forehead was swollen, his cheekbones were cracked, his beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and his handsome face was filled with unbearable anger. He thanked me and whispered. Asked him why he lingered here, he told me that he came from Liangzhou, and his sister was caught by General Xiaoqi, and heard that he was sent to Gongchong as a court trick. He walked around the door of Weiyang Palace every day, hoping to get a chance to rescue his sister.
I smile bitterly. No wonder those soldiers will beat him. It must be to see him swaying here every day, and maybe even stop the carriage of some in power. Ask him what his sister looks like and how old he is. He showed me his height, saying that his sister was twenty-five years old, and she was not pretty but quiet and virtuous. I understand, it turned out to be her!
"Do you call your sister Yan Jing?"
He was overjoyed and nodded and said yes. I was puzzled in my heart that the woman's appearance was rather thick, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and it should be the Huns. And this tall young man is so fair-skinned, should be Xianbei, how could it be a sister?
But I didn’t wear it, I just nodded and told him: "The concubine has seen Sister Nai. She is married and will cry every night because she misses her husband."
He was startled, with a complex expression in his eyes, and his face seemed to be reddened: "Beg this sister for help, it will be hard to repay forever!" He knelt on one knee and held his fists high.
I'm embarrassed. Yao Xing had ordered these women to be brought to Lefang at the time. It had been a month and I don't know what the situation is now. As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, let alone the Palace Gate?
Seeing his handsome face full of expectation, he couldn't bear it: "Go back, don't probe here. Tell me what your name is and where you live. If I find out, I will send someone to inform you."
He expressed his gratitude over and over again, telling me: "In Xia Muchao, he lives in Huaiyuanfang temporarily."
I jerked up and stared at him carefully. Poor life still does not change the fair and translucent skin, half of the long black hair bundled into Buppa, half of it hangs on the shoulder. Mu Chao? Many years ago, a well-behaved kid said that. Did he grow up? Still a coincidence? Think carefully, is Yan Jing Hu Yanjing? Her father Hu Yanping called Yan Ping. Murongchao is 20 years old this year, and he is in the same age as the young people in front of him. And the Huns and Xianbei...
He was a little embarrassed under my gaze, and there was a trace of blush floating on his white face. I asked in a low voice: "Did brother ever live in Gu Zang when he was three or four years old?"
He shot me a surprised look, looked me up and down, then nodded silently. I asked again: "Where did Brother live?"
He stared at me staring blankly and muttered, "In the home of Archmage Kumorosh."
I groaned in my heart: "But the mother of the younger brother is Duan Duan, is the girl's name surnamed Ting?"
"You... who are you?" He almost jumped, his chest undulating sharply.
I couldn't help but laugh with a smile. It was a fate that God had arranged. It really was that cute kid. Take out a pencil that has always been in the sleeve pocket: "Do you know this thing?"
"Aunt!" he shouted, holding my shoulders, ecstatic, "you are an aunt!"
Taking a step back, I was puzzled: "But, isn't my aunt older than my mother? Why does it look younger than Sister Jing? And I heard that you, you are not--"
"I don't allow crows to curse aunts, little devil. Aunts are fairies and immortal. But when I went back to my maiden, I said I was dead." A few words of curse confuse the question, "Super child, you have grown so big, So much higher than my aunt."
I looked up at him, so tall and handsome. If it is in modern times, it would be a real tragedy if you don't make movie stars or models. He took his hand happily and began to move: "Go, take your aunt to see your mother."
Pinting narrowed his eyes and looked at me in the dimly lit grass room for a long time before exclaiming: "Sister Qing! You are Sister Qing!"
Pulling me to the door, I looked closely at the shining sun, and couldn't help asking: "Sister Qing, why are you a little bit younger? Compared with 16 years ago, it is more beautiful?"
I laughed without answering. Sixteen years ago, I was hungry for so long in a famine, so of course I can't see where to go. Through the years of modern nutritional conditioning and skin care products, the skin is no longer yellow, and people are full of a lot.
The woman in tattered eyes was haggard and pale, and her face was sallow. Ricket leaned thin and lost his beauty. Sixteen years ago, she was twenty-two years old and now less than forty, but she looks older than a fifty-year-old woman. Heartbroken, we can see how much they have suffered in these 16 years.
Looking at the small, broken grass house leaking everywhere, there was nothing decent in the house. Chaoer tried to plaster desperately with sleeves, and let me sit down on the couch. I told Zheng Huangmen who had been following me, and asked him to go back and inform Rosh: I met my old friend and went back to the palace after dinner. Then stop the busy Tingting and Chaoer, and invite them to dinner outside the restaurant.
During the meal, Pin Ting told me what happened to them in 16 years. They fled to Tianshui and rented a piece of land. The family worked incognito as a tenant farmer and farmed for a living. The days are hard and I don't know how to get through. Gongsun's died of illness when he was ten years old. Hu Yanping died of poverty and famine in Liangzhou a year ago.
Speaking of Hu Yanping's death, Pingting's eyes were red, and he couldn't help crying again. There was no money to fetch medicine at home, and there was a famine, and he watched him go to death a little bit, but there was nothing he could do. The only thing that can comfort him is to let Chao'er and Jing'er get married in front of his bed. Can't even afford to buy a coffin, only one piece of the mat is buried in haste.
I couldn't survive it anymore. It happened that Yao Qin annexed the cold and then came to Chang'an with the refugees to find a way out. Unexpectedly, Jing'er was arrested and his life and death are uncertain. Pingting cried and said, eating a miserable meal. She is a ladylike lady, full of poems, her fingers are not touching the spring water, but her fate is so miserable.
After chatting for a long time, it was nightfall to leave the restaurant after eating. Chaoer asked the store to pour all the leftover food into a pottery basin, and he took it back. Seeing him so economical, I really can't bear it. Leave all the money in your body to Pinting and tell them to wait patiently for the news, I will definitely rescue Jing'er.
"Chao'er, since she is already married to Jing'er, why is she a sister?" Murong Chao accompanied me back to the palace and couldn't help but ask him when he was on the road.
There are very few pedestrians on the road, and the surroundings are silent, only me and his footsteps sound dull. There were no street lights, and a few tiny candlelights leaked from a closed door on the side of the street.
His steps froze. It was dark and I couldn't see the expression on my face for a long while. A tall sigh came from the tall figure around me: "Aunt, Sister Jing has always been Chao'er's sister."
He felt helpless in his tone. He did not want to admit his relationship with Jinger in front of others. I can't help guessing that he married Hu Yanjing, who is five years older than him, more for gratitude? I can't say anything about feelings, I can only persuade vaguely: "Jing'er is a good girl..."
"Chaoer knows." He continued to move forward, and said softly, "Aunt is assured that Sister Jing is the wife of Chaoer, and will never give up in this life."
Walked to the front of a large house. The gate is high, the threshold is cold, and the lantern on the beam is written: "General General Xiaoqi". With a move in my heart, this is Helian's thriving mansion...
"Ouch!"
Just looking at the door of Helian's style, he didn't watch for kicking to the steps of his house, he jumped up in pain, hissing in his mouth. A pair of big hands hold me jumping, let me sit down on the steps. He also sat down beside me, leaning over and grabbing my ankles and turning left and right, asking me if I could get it. I felt it, I didn't get it, it was just a bruise, but it really hurt, and I couldn't help cursing Helianbo and this step.
Hearing a muffled sound from his side, he seemed to be smirking. But he was annoyed, reaching for his head and knocking it on his head. This was the movement I often did when he was a kid who told me stories. Anxiously said: "Don't laugh, kid!"
The laughter grew louder and finally turned into a hearty laugh: "I can't think of my aunt as childish."
I wanted to train him with a straight face, but found that I still couldn't train people. Finally, he couldn't help laughing, remembering the past, with some emotion: "Chaoer, do you still remember when you caught the mouse and was robbed?"
The laughter came to an abrupt end, and after a while he heard him say quietly: "Of course Chaoer remembers."
After a long pause, the cold voice sounded again: "Since then, Chaoer has understood the truth. When you are weak, anyone can bully you at will. If you are not bullied, only you become strong."
He turned and looked towards the magnificent mansion. The lantern illuminates the surroundings, and also illuminates the ambition and domineering that Murong Chao cannot hide. Looking at his eyes like that, his heart suddenly jumped upset, remembering his sad future...
Returning to his residence, Roche has returned. Tell him that he met Duan Pingting and Murong Chao today, and then discuss with him how to save Yanjing.
Rosh pondered for a while: "When he sees His Majesty tomorrow, Roche explains to him that his old daughter was mistakenly caught in the palace, and that His Majesty should be released. His Majesty is a clear-minded man. Today, Roche mentioned that Liangzhou refugees were forced to sell as slaves. He decided to release those who had been sold, and the refugees could get wasteland."
I nodded. Now, compared to Liangzhou, Roche's influence is much greater. He went out for a while, and came back with a bowl of medicine: "Seeing you haven't returned, this medicine has been hot several times."
Blow the heat, try the temperature yourself, and then give it to me. Seeing me drink with a bitter face, wipe my mouth for me: "Your Majesty also said that several monks have come to Chang'an. May Bayros be a teacher to help me translate the scriptures."
Squeezed his shoulders for him while chatting: "Who are they?"
He smiled happily: "The most learned law is Zhu Daosheng, Dao Rong, and Seng Rui."
I said "ah". He held my hand and turned to look at me: "Ai Qing, do you know them, do you?"
I tongued out: "These three people, together with Seng Zhao, are called the Four Saints of Shimen by future generations and are your four best disciples."
I recalled the materials I read and told him the origins of these people.
Zhu Daosheng, the same year as Dao Rong, was only five years younger than Roche. Daosheng is a child of the official clan, and he is very eloquent. As a young man, his ability to think has spread throughout the country.
Dao Rong was a twelve-year-old monk with extraordinary memory. One day when he was a child, Master asked him to borrow "The Analects of Confucius" in the village. He did not bring the book back, saying that he had already read it. His master didn't believe it, so he borrowed another one and repeated it to memorize it. As a result, Dao Rong recited the word exactly.
Seng Rui is a little younger, and he is also in his thirties. He had previously taught Fu Jianan, the most beloved monk of Fu Jian. This person is very diligent and has a high level of understanding.
After listening to my introduction, Roche repeatedly applauded. Explain that Tianbian Yaoming Yao Xing, let them three enter the Xiaoyaoyuan Caotang Temple, help each other translate the scriptures. He is in a good mood to accept these three as disciples. Pour a glass of water for him and ask: "Are you ready, what scripture is the first translation?"
"Naturally." He took a sip of water and smiled slightly, ""Vajra Prajna Prajna Prajna"."
I was startled. He put the drinking glass on several cases, hugged me, and whispered in my ear: "Aren't you the favorite slang in this scripture?"
"Everything works like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be treated like this." He murmured, and the moist, low mid-tone took me back to that summer night. At that time, he drove me away cruelly, and I read these slang words heartily. In a blink of an eye, it has been so many years...
He leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder, sighing lowly: "Ai Qing, Rosh can still clearly recall the first time I saw you. You are frustrated, frowning and opening your mouth. I can't remember Rosh’s Sanskrit name, repeatedly nagging, embarrassed. Rosh thought in his heart, this woman is genuine and unpretentious. Later, the more you get along with you, the more you are attracted by your uniqueness and wisdom. It’s the Buddha alone. In a blink of an eye, it’s been forty years. Like a dream bubble, like a dew, it’s like electricity..."
His voice was as soft as a spring breeze, brushing my heart and setting off waves. The heart is surging and the nose is sour. In his forty years, my ten years, plus this half a year in Changan, we only got along for four years. The rest of the time, they are waiting to spend. Is God unfair to us? No, I shook my head and shook off the pessimistic thoughts. If there is no long wait, how can you show the value of getting along briefly?
Turned into his warm embrace and tried to hug him tight, as if holding a life-saving driftwood in the sea. Tell yourself: Don’t be extravagant, it’s enough to hug at this moment...
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"Jin Shu Murong Chao Zhuan": A ten-year-old grandson died when he died, and gave him a golden sword at the end of his life. Yu Luguang. Lv Long landed in Yao Xing, and Chao moved with Changzhou to Changan. Super mother said Chao said: "My mother and son are all in power, Huyan's strength. Although I die today, I want to answer the favor for Runa and his daughter." So married.
Author's note: About Dao Sheng, Dao Rong, and Seng Rui, see Hui Jiao's Biography of High Monks, which are not copied one by one here.