The Great Enlightenment

Ji Hong paced back and forth in the hall, his expression changed repeatedly, and after a while he gradually calmed down, saying: "It is a great joy to return in the new year! Xu Jianghe, immediately ordered to go down and carefully arrange the city of Anyang. , welcome the eldest son!"

Xu Jianghe responded and led the way.

Ji Hong then sat back on the throne of the palace again, his eyes cloudy and uncertain, as if he was hesitating.

...

It's time.

As soon as night fell, the vaguely cold Anyang City lit up thousands of lights one after another. There were big red lanterns hanging high in the streets, bridges, downtown and other places, and every corner was full of gentle lights.

The crowd was bustling, and many stalls and hawkers were shouting and selling. Young ladies dressed in exquisite silk and satin walked hand in hand under the lanterns, and more luxurious woodcarved chariots slowly passed by, adding a touch of color to the lantern festival.

Anyang City, one of the eight cities in the inner city of Taichu, is the city under the direct control of the Ji family. Ninety percent of the mortal people living here have the surname Ji. Except for the four main families of the Ji family, almost all of the rest are. He is the descendant of many collateral lines of the Ji family.

The annual Anyang City Lantern Festival should not have been held at this time, but Ji Hong, the head of the Ji family, ordered the Lantern Festival half a month later to be brought forward to today, but the specific reason was not stated.

However, as the rumors that swept through the eight major cities in the inner city became more and more intense, almost everyone knew that Ji Yuenian, the eldest son of the Ji family, was heading towards Anyang City at this time.

The territory within the city walls of Taichu Ancient City is extremely broad, and the large gate on the west side of the outer city is not too close to the inner city.

...

"A lantern party?" Ji Bugui looked at the lights in Anyang City, looking a little surprised, "Eldest son, there is a lantern party in Anyang City tonight."

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on Ji Yuenian's Zhanqing Taoist robe, as if a layer of bright silver light has been spread on it.

A silvery white moon was reflected in the boy's pupils, and he said softly, "I probably know the purpose of this move, Father."

Ji Bugui was a little puzzled and said: "I just counted the days. If we follow the usual practice, there will be at least ten days before the lantern festival in Anyang City. What is the meaning of the eldest son's words at this time? ...is this the order of the master of the family?"

Ji Yue young brushed the sleeves of the robe and did not speak, but continued to walk towards Anyang City under the bright white moonlight.

The night wind was still cold, and the memories of sixteen years ago came flooding back, as if from a lifetime ago.

...

The Lantern Festival is full of lights.

Zhao Yinyue stood quietly on the stone bridge, her head full of blue silk fluttering in the wind, and she lowered her eyes to the dark river running under the bridge.

The moonlight seems to have never changed since ancient times, sprinkled on her snow-white neon clothes, and also sprinkled in her cold eyes, setting her off like an immortal.

"Moon."

Ji Hong, dressed in a black robe, walked slowly to the bridge, and gently embraced Zhao Yinyue's shoulders from behind.

Zhao Yinyue's delicate eyebrows were all alienated, she took a half step back, broke free from Ji Hong's hand, opened her mouth lightly, and said, "What's the matter?"

"You only gave birth to a new year's son a few days ago, so why did you sneak out again after you didn't rest for a while?" Ji Hong's eyes were full of worry, and the concern in his words didn't seem to be fake, "You don't have the slightest bit at this time. With the cultivation base in your body, don’t catch a cold.”

Zhao Yinyue glanced at Ji Hong, shook his head and chuckled, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "You and I have no relationship at all, why do you need to act like this?"

Ji Hong was silent for a moment and said, "Turn your head first."

"What?" Zhao Yinyue's eyes flashed and stopped on Ji Hong's face.

"Turn your head first." Ji Hong repeated.

The woman laughed for a while and said, "Forget it, I want to see what you want to do."

After saying that, she turned around gently, and the snow-white robes danced and danced lightly, like a fairy in the moon palace who fell into the world.

After a dozen breaths, Ji Hong's voice came to his ears: "Okay, just turn around."

When the night wind rose, Zhao Yinyue turned her head to the side, with a strand of hair on the corners of her soft and blushing lips, what caught her eye were the dazzling fireworks in the sky.

Fire tree silver flowers never sleep.

"Are you still alone?" Ji Hong said with a smile.

Zhao Yinyue did not speak, but looked up at the magnificent fireworks that illuminated the night sky.

Ji Hong leaned closer and said, "Yue'er, are you feeling better?"

The fair-skinned woman in white, like an exiled immortal, still didn't say a word.

Ji Hong was silent for a moment, took off his black robe, and put it lightly on Zhao Yinyue, saying: "You are born like a god, I know that I am not worthy of you, but I will do my best to keep you from Don't you feel grateful for the Zhao family's rescue?"

"My mother is a lowly ghost, and I am not worthy of anyone," Zhao Yinyue flicked her hand, took off the black robe from her body, and threw it under the stone bridge, "I have some tired."

After finishing those words, she turned around, supported the cold carved stone pillar, and walked slowly towards the bottom of the bridge step by step.

This river traverses the entire Anyang City, and under the moonlight, there are waves of water, rushing away in the black robe, and disappeared in an instant.

"Moon."

Ji Hong's voice came from behind.

Zhao Yinyue turned her back to him, her eyes as cold as moonlight were full of loneliness and loneliness: "It's too late."

Ji Hong was stunned for a moment and said, "Yue'er?"

The woman's snow-white skirt swayed lightly and walked down the stone bridge, her hair full of blue silk fluttering in the wind, and she never looked back.

In this bright and noisy house, none of the lights really belonged to her.

...

Pluck the snow to find flowers, burn the lamp to continue the day, the fate is hard to say.

The moon is clear and cold, I can go boating on the Yishui River, sleep on the ground and sleep on the willows.

It seems like a lifetime away, Shaohua's white head is a prisoner in the mirror.

The stars are in rotation, the fireworks are waning, and a song of neon clothes is full of fragrant sleeves.

...

"Zhao Yinyue was only sixteen years old when she gave birth to me. After seven days, my soul and soul died, and I passed away at the end of my life."

Ji Yuenian stood under the same white moonlight, looking at the brightly lit Anyang City not far away, and said softly.

"Eldest son, these are all things that happened sixteen years ago," Ji Bugui's forehead was oozing with cold sweat, "Ji's family has always kept a close eye on this. You were just a newborn baby, how did you know that? detailed?"

The young man glanced at him, but did not speak.

Ji Bugui fell to the ground in fright, his scalp tingling and trembling: "Eldest son, I know I'm wrong! I shouldn't have asked!"

After saying that, he raised his palm and slapped himself fiercely, but in just a short time, Ji Bugui's faces on both sides were swollen and there were very obvious signs of blood congestion.

"Get up."

Ji Yuenian shook his head slightly and walked straight towards Anyang City.