Nightfall

(There are many rains in Qingming.

With the passage of time, Chang'an City has really calmed down. Those people who have passed away have not been forgotten, but have been placed deep in their hearts, seemingly lively and joyful streets, with a force that cannot be seen by the naked eye. Saving calmly, ready to burst out at any time.

At the DPRK meeting, officials were arguing violently about political affairs. Some military generals were impatient and raised a new plan, which led to a new round of controversy. Yin Sheng was promoted to the rank of Yinghuadian University in Changan Prefecture a few months ago. Master Yang Yu, squinting insignificantly triangular eyes, grabbing the sparse goatee, started fighting again with Hube officials.

A childish boy sat on the throne listening to the debate of the ministers. Obviously, there are many things that he can't understand, but his expression is very focused and calm. Only the bright yellow shirt wrinkled with two small hands shows his tension and anxiety.

The new emperor, the emperor, if he is still a playful child in the folk, can have such a calm performance, which has made the ministers in the court very satisfied. Whenever they think about this, they look at the wheelchair on the side of the throne 'S eyes became more admired.

The wheelchair was very ordinary, and it was dazzling in the solemn and magnificent palace hall, just because the scholar sitting in the wheelchair was no longer dazzling.

The scholar was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, holding a roll of old books in his hand. He did not listen to the deliberations, but just looked at the book quietly as usual. However, the attention of many people in the temple was actually always on his body. The scholar frowned even though he was tired of reading. Will cause a lot of speculation.

The same is true of the little emperor. He was able to sit on the throne properly, endured boring government affairs, and was at least able to express his calmness, naturally because the teacher was beside him.

That scholar is his teacher.

Brother of the Academy.

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After the dissolution of the Chaohui, the relevant memorials and files were not sent to the Imperial Study. Instead, he was sent to a partial hall deep in the palace, and the little emperor himself arrived at the same time.

Li Yu will live in this partial palace. There is no longer any dispute between the two factions. All officials have used their own jīng **** in government affairs and war preparations. The academy has no interest or ability to deal with state affairs. As a queen, she is naturally the most suitable candidate.

Now she has to revise the chorus every day and check the files. The most important thing is to teach Her Majesty how to deal with government affairs. The empress queen was right before she left, she now has only such a younger brother.

The Academy has no restrictions on her actions, but for some reason, Li Yu rarely moved out of her palace after moving into the palace. As for the courtiers who were loyal to her, she had never seen her.

Spring rain fell in the palace. After the officials walked out of the hall, some could not help but look deep into the palace, revealing emotions, and more people nodded to the imperial study not far away before leaving the palace.

After a long time. The door of Yushufang slowly opened, and Ning Que cleaned his hands in the copper basin held by the maiden. With thanks, he took the umbrella beside the door and walked into the spring rain.

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The spring rain at this time no longer has the star-point chill, just blindly lingering. And today's rain is very small, do not need to hold an umbrella, walking on the wet street, don't have a meaning.

Ning Que was unable to leave the city now, so he used to walk through the city with his feet. He went to Lao Bi Zhai and found that the courtyard wall was repaired, but the old cat didn't know where to go. Then he returned to Yanming Lake The house, looking at the fine willows by the lake and the lotus leaves bearing dewdrops, remained silent for a long time like Rì.

The elder brother was in the palace, the second elder brother guarded the academy, the third elder sister floated away, and the master Huang Yang was not cured after being seriously injured by the Lord. Before leaving, he left Changan City. He said he wanted to go to Xuankong Temple again. To participate in the Buddha, but to ask some of the Buddha Sect disciples to solve some doubts in their own minds.

Many people die or leave, and there is always someone who cares or loves, but as Ning Que once thought, except for the cats in Lao Bi Zhai and the lotus flowers in Yanming Lake, not many people still remember Sang Sang.

The yellow-haired Sang Sang, the black Sang Sang, the diligent Sang Sang, the summer Sang Sang that can be held, and the unassuming Sang Sang, are all easily forgotten Sang Sang. The daughter is still a bright heir or Haotian's doppelganger, so it disappeared.

The maid sent a letter. Ning Que ripped open the envelope and looked at it. It was found to be the receipt of the letter and letter office, with a silver ticket beaten back inside. He looked at the silver ticket, remembered many things, closed his eyes, and remembered many things. He felt more and more like a prisoner in Chang'an City, and his breathing became difficult.

After thinking for a long time, he finally walked out of the yard and looked at the driver in front of the black carriage and said, "If you want me to be a driver, I feel aggrieved."

The driver was Wang Jingluo.

After the death of General Xu Shi, he rushed back to Chang'an to report the news on a starry night, and then stayed in the military department. Somehow, he has now become a driver in Ning Que.

Wang Jingluo said indifferently: "As long as you can fulfill the promise, I can do anything."

Ning Que said, "It must work."

Wang Jingluo asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Que said: "South Gate."

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The black carriage was walking quietly in the streets in the spring rain.

Not long after, he came to Nancheng Gate.

The carriage stopped in the city gate for a long time, and the rain on the wall gradually dries out. There is still no movement. I don't know whether the people in the car want to enter or exit the city.

The soldiers of the City Gate Division and the surrounding vendors now know this black carriage, because these carriages often stop at the gate for a long time these days.

Many people's eyes are on this black carriage, want to see if it will leave the city today.

Time passed slowly.

Wang Jingluo said: "There are actually many places to visit in the city."

Ning Que did not speak in the car, holding the letter tightly in his hand, but as if seeing the Queen Mother jumping down in front of his own eyes, he really felt the mood again.

"Go," he said.

Wang Jingluo raised the reins and was about to make the carriage turn around and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Que said: "Out of town."

Wang Jingluo's hand holding the reins stiffened slightly and said, "Are you sure?"

Ning Que said, "If I dare not go even ten miles outside the city, how can I kill people in the future?"

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Ten miles south of Chang'an City, there are Liting Pavilion, large pieces of wild grass, and many cemeteries.

Ning Que first went to the burial tomb of Her Majesty and the Queen, and then to the Cemetery of the Military Department, where many soldiers who died in battle were buried.

"When you left, you should have seen a lot of the future, but why do people always see it when they die? What does that mean for those of us who are alive?"

After saying this, he walked to the left and came to the newly built tomb.

This stone tomb is very small, as small as Sang Sang.

Because there are only a few maid clothes in the tomb, half a box of silver tickets and two boxes of Chen Jinji fat powder.

Zeng Jing and his wife stood in front of the tomb. Mrs. Zeng Jing's eyes were very red and swollen. She wanted to cry in front of the tomb for a long time.

Ning Que stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master Father-in-law, let's bring the mother-in-law back first."

Academician Zeng Jing didn't expect to see him outside the city. He was shocked first, and then wanted to understand the reason. He immediately burst into tears and patted his shoulder with relief.

The people in Bachelor's Mansion returned to the city.

Ning Que was standing alone in front of Sang Sang's tomb.

He took the letter out of his arms and tore the silver ticket in half, half of which was burned in front of the tomb with the receipt, and the other half was carefully put back in his arms.

Then he left.

The black carriage approached Chang'an City.

He sat in the car, listening to the spring rain knocking on the window, silent.

Suddenly wind came from the north.

In the wind in the deep spring, there is too much loess in the north. When it is drenched by rain, it becomes the mud of yellow.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it keeps flowing to the ground on the city wall, just like a curtain of yellow sè.

He remembered the earthen wall of Weicheng.

The silver ticket was sent to Weicheng.

In the years when he came to Chang'an, Sang Sang sent Weicheng silver tickets every month.

This receipt says: No one is found ~ www.readwn.com ~ Yeah, Weicheng has no one.

Sang Sang is no longer there.

Ning Que cried bitterly.

He jumped off the carriage and went into the rain.

The rain fell on his face, tears were clouded.

The black carriage followed him.

Pedestrians hurried to avoid the rain looked at this weird picture and asked, "Why don't you take the car? It's not such a dirty time to watch the rain?"

Ning Que wiped off the water on his face, pointing to the muddy rain on the bank of Guandao, still green and pleasant willow, and said, "But this is spring, isn't it?"

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