The only way

Chapter 660

The nineteenth day of the winter month, the cold winter, the first snow.

The overlord who abdicated from Liguo passed away, and was buried in the tomb of Liguo Emperor in the heavy snow.

The Supreme Emperor passed away, and the specifications were not inferior to the emperor.

The whole country is in mourning. Folk songs and dances are prohibited within three months. People in the street set up road memorials, hang white silk, and the people wear plain clothes, and send the coffins out of the city to be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

The fluttering snow falls silently on the ground, covering the ground with a layer of silver-white frost cloth. The people seeing off are all dressed in plain clothes. In the vast snow, it seems that there is only one place between the sky and the earth. There is only a touch of white left.

The snow fell silently, and the common people bowed their heads in silence.

Until the middle of the street, a long dragon gradually appeared, the gate of the palace was wide open, and the leading servant of 64 was dressed in mourning clothes, with white silk around his waist, and held high a black and white spiritual banner in his hand.

Afterwards, a line of maids and servants walked slowly, row upon row, with mournful expressions on their faces. They all carried bamboo baskets in their hands, and kept throwing light yellow paper money, and white snow mixed with paper money fluttered in the sky.

There is a lot of sadness in the desolation.

When the coffin with nine heads carved with dragons was silently carried out by 72 people, it slowly appeared on the street. The originally silent people seemed to have turned on some switch. Gradually, there were sobbing sounds, one after another, in a low voice Yes, sad, weeping and complaining in the heavy snow.

Behind a big tree, a 12-year-old boy was wearing a plain white gown, with a hemp rope around his waist and a white headband in his hair. He didn't cry or howl, but just watched the coffin quietly. Enlarged in his sight, and then shrunk a little bit in his sight.

He stood quietly in the corner, where no one could see him, and when the coffin passed by, he slowly knelt down on the ground. His robe was soaked in snow slag, and the bone-piercing coldness appeared, but the young man seemed to have nothing to do. Feel, once, twice, three times.

The three slammed their heads on the ground covered with a thin layer of first snow, and wet the broken hair on their foreheads. After the three slammed their heads, they raised their heads again. The coffin had slowly moved away from him, and the corners of the young man's eyes were slightly red.

It wasn't until the coffin completely disappeared in front of his eyes, and the broken snow on the corner of his clothes melted and soaked, leaving a dark spot, the young man turned around and left slowly.

The alleys that were lively in the past are quiet today, and the doors of all the houses are tightly closed.

The young man passed by one family after another, his figure was tall and straight, but his expression was a little downcast. He was wandering in the alleys like a ghost, but he came to a small courtyard involuntarily.

Before the boy could push open the courtyard door, the gate of the small courtyard was quietly opened.

It was windy and snowy outside the hospital, but it was warm as spring inside.

Separated by a wall, separated by a door, it seems that spring and winter are separated.

There are also snowflakes fluttering and falling in the courtyard, but there are also emerald green branches growing vigorously in it, revealing comfort and leisure, and the woman standing in the courtyard is wearing a long blue dress, as thin as a spring shirt.

"came back?"

Lingchu raised his eyes to look at his disciple Li Xianxian, this 12-year-old boy, in just half a year, experienced family ruin and death, but he didn't even cry.

"Taste the fruit wine I made for my teacher." Seeing the gloomy eyes of the young man, Lingchu was not good at comforting others, so he only gave a jug of wine, sat under the flower stand, took two cups, and poured half a cup for each of them .

Li Xianxian was silent for a while, then walked quickly to the flower stand, hesitated for a moment, and sat opposite the master.

Before today, Li Xianxian had never drunk alcohol.

Picking up the wine glass, he first saluted the master, then raised his sleeve to cover his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

The fruit wine brewed at the beginning of the spirit is naturally brewed from spirit fruits. The wine for Li Xianxian to drink is made from mild moon-flow fruits. Moon-flow fruits only bloom at night and bear fruit at night. When the sun comes out, the flowers and fruits fall Elimination is a rare fruit.

The fruit wine is brewed, the wine is full of moonlight, the stars are like moonlight streamers, the mouth is soft, the throat is warm and cool, and the stomach is clear. For those who have never drunk spirit wine, it is a very suitable mild fruit wine.

However, this wine tastes mild and mild, but its stamina is not small. If you are not strong enough to drink, you may have a good night's sleep.

Li Xianxian originally thought that the wine was burnt too much, but he didn't expect the wine given by the master to be so mild, looking at it like the moonlight shining, drinking it like the moonlight in his bosom, the whole body feels comfortable.

Master made a move, and it really was extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Li Xianxian unknowingly drank two more glasses.

After three cups, the drunkenness had begun to rise, and the boy's eyes were red at last, "None of them really feel sad for the father."

Li Xianxian's sadness is not only because of his father's departure, but also because of what he saw and heard today.

He stood in the crowd for a long time. Before the coffin came out, the people were very quiet, but Li Xianxian could see that no one had a sad expression on their faces.

After the coffin came out, everyone was crying, but he saw that they didn't have a single tear, only the voice that seemed to be sad.

He didn't mean to blame the people. He always knew that his father was not an emperor who loved the people like his son.

But his father, the king, is a father who loves his son like a treasure.

He is not sad for his father who is an emperor, but he is sad for his father who is a father.

"My queen mother was always in poor health and passed away when I was young. My father loved me very much. He taught me to walk, held my hand and taught me to write. He also taught me to ride a horse and shoot an arrow. He," Li Xianxian's eyes began to blur, and his immature face became rosy under the influence of alcohol, "the only dish my father can cook is longevity noodles, because I cook it for me every year, my father No one is allowed to sit higher than him, but he will hug me high during festivals."

He is not a qualified king, but he is a qualified father.

After drinking another full cup, the boy's mind seemed to be a little confused, and he stared blankly at the appearance of the master in front of him, the appearance of a fairy, in this white snow, as if he would ride the wind away at any time.

"Master, will you not want me?"

The little boy has no close relatives, and in the vast world, he is helpless like duckweed in the water.

I saw the fairy-like woman in front of me, smiling lightly, just like spring flowers blooming, full of fireworks in the world, she stretched out her hand to gently rub the boy's hair, and the warm touch fell into the boy's heart along the hair.

"No, a teacher for one day will be a teacher for life."

thump.

The young man stared blankly at his master, then fell headlong on the table, the wine glass was rolling on the table, and was about to fall off the stone table, but it floated up out of thin air, and stood firmly on the table.

Still a child after all.

Lingchu patted the apprentice's little head, and with a light lift, he picked up the apprentice easily and sent him back to the room.

Go to sleep, sleep and wake up, it will be fine.

　Alright, the apprenticeship story is over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)