Chapter 44: Baosi Guqin Monk Came Home to Visit His Family
During the new year, Jiang Hou of Bao Kingdom was not in a good mood, so he did not dare to neglect the officials. He forced himself to hold a banquet to greet them. The officials who were attending the court first performed a kabuki dance, then asked Baosi to play a song for everyone.
The moment Bao Si appeared, her smile was like a blossoming flower. She was dressed in a light gown like a fairy descending to the mortal world. That expression was extraordinary, looking down on her as if she did not care about the secular world. She could not hide the happiness in her eyes. It was always so dazzling that it was a beautiful scene when she lowered her head. Looking at her bright eyes again, it was like looking at the morning and evening. I'm afraid it's hard to compare with her beauty.
When the officials saw the peerless beauty Bao Si, they were all shocked and knew that she was the only one who could save the country. Seeing her delicate hands moving and her music, it was really: This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can the world hear it? If the emperor saw her, he would definitely not like her.
It is said that Baosi played the zither. The beauty of the zither music is not only beautiful, but also the lyrics are beautiful. But she wrote the poem: I really want to collect the silhouettes of the years, and use the graceful posture to appreciate the beautiful light of this time. Even if there were worries on my shoulders, I would still like to listen to the birds and flowers in a secluded place. Bitter recitation of life experience, cold moon invasion, what is the deep sadness of spring mood? Imagining a drunken scene is tasteless. This feeling is difficult to do, there is no way to eliminate. The heart is really tired, it is better not to say drunk beauty.
When he heard Baosi's words of love at the Hongde Banquet, his heart also felt bad.
The officials were not satisfied with one song and still wanted to listen.
Baosi then played the zither again and said: Who can talk to me about Changgeng? For no reason, it caused idle resentment. Silently counting the tears, the person missing in front of me is you? A thousand cups of wine, a few nights of sorrow, become spring rain, who cherish when the number of beads. The past was like a dream, which one was really serious? The rain sent the dust away, countless sad in the infinite sunset, wiped away the tears, so heartless how to drown the feelings? I don't know what spring is like, but I ask the moon, speechless tears, did it say? How many days of spring sunshine? What is the most sad thing? It turned out that if this love was not seen, who else would still be in love? What a joke!
Hearing Bao Si's words of love, Hong De couldn't help but drink another cup of wine, feeling slightly tipsy.
The courtiers heard the novelty of Baosi's zither words and wanted to play a song under the influence of alcohol.
Jiang Hou didn't have the Lord by his side to boost his courage, so the women were more or less apprehensive. He also relied on the support of these officials, so he let them make Baosi play the zither and compose the lyrics.
So Baosi played the zither again and wrote a love poem: Give the heart a trace of comfort, how can it be a kind of uncontrollable mood? The release of the heart that belongs to someone, is it tiring on this gorgeous and flashy dust? Wandering in loneliness, no one was crazy about knowing anyone, and no one knew which star was shining for whom. After so many years, he didn't know where he would end up, and it was a luxury to move forward. The oath was an obsession held in the palm of one's hand, sealed bit by bit in one's memory. However, deep love and shallow affinity had no choice, and it was even blown away by the wind.
When Empress Jiang saw that Bao Si had finished her song, she asked the courtiers if they were going to let it go.
There were also courtiers who didn't know and still wanted to listen.
Empress Jiang said calmly, Then let Miss Bao Si play another song!
Some of the officials agreed, but some didn't.
Bao Si also wrote another love poem," Sighing the vicissitudes of life, deep love, shallow fate, that fallen leaves and broken flowers, whose tears are shining? The moon is dim and the stars are dark, whose sadness is tainted? Did someone break that strand of love? I feel sad and sad when I taste it. Drunk once in love, love only for the company of the world of mortals, but sad eyes tears rise, why not enough to comfort the world of dust with mourning? It was really heartbreaking.
After Bao Si finished playing, there were still officials who wanted to listen. Hong De used the alcohol to drag Bao Si away, who was about to play the piano again. Empress Jiang could only smile apologetically to the officials and say that Hong De had drunk too much.
In an open space, Bao Si broke free of Hong De's hand and said," Crown Prince, you drank too much. If you act like this, how will these officials view us?
Hong De said,"BenGong doesn't care so much, it's just that I can't stand their actions, and it looks like I'll never be satisfied."
Bao Si said,"As courtiers, they should listen to a few songs." My status is low, I am
Hong De said,"Don't look down on yourself. BenGong has never looked down on you." I
Bao Si asked,"Continue!" What about you and me?
Honder said,
Bao Si said,"Since you don't want to say it, or it's hard to say it, don't say it."
Honder looked at the beauty and said nothing.
After a while, Bao Si calmed down and said," I know you have difficulties, and you have no choice. Then let's talk about something happy, okay?
Honder nodded in agreement.
Bao Si said," Look, spring flowers are blooming, spring water is rising, flowers and trees are in the spring breeze. What a beautiful spring."
"That's right! Spring was so beautiful. At this time, the flowers on the road are blooming, the grass is long and the orioles are flying, and the drunken willows are on the embankment.”Hund said this, but in his heart: Seeing you stretch out your graceful body, graceful and beautiful, as if you were dancing, but it was soul-stirring and seductive. This spring is not as beautiful as you! Look at the tenderness on your face. Your eyebrows were indifferent, and you were neither happy nor angry. Your eyes were calm and peaceful, and you looked like you were aloof from the world. Looking at your calm expression, that peace of mind is like a flower quietly blooming, so beautiful.
Seeing Hong De's expression, Bao Si asked," Why are you staring at me? What are you thinking?
Honder hurriedly said,"Oh!" I was stunned just now. I saw you looking into the distance. Your eyes were a little melancholic, as if you wanted to see the end of the world, as if you wanted to see the end of loneliness. How prosperous is it? I seem to be waiting for you. When you see the fireworks of the world and walk through the vicissitudes of life, you will come from a clear and clear world.
Bao Si smiled and said,"Really?" You really think so!
Hong De said," Yes, looking at your eyebrows, it's like writing a spring breeze and painting a scroll of elegance." Using a spring rain to imitate a gust of wind and embrace a cluster of flowers, he wanted to keep this beautiful beauty in his heart and never forget it.
Hearing this, Bao Si said,"Hearing you say this, it seems like the spring breeze is coming. The flowers are blooming and the fragrance assails the nose." I also want to wave my brush and paint the snow-moon flowers into a roll of spring red and green willows.
"Spring is good," said Honder. I really want to have an understanding that is connected with my heart. I want to bring the charming scenery of a city with a thought, along with a wisp of romantic and affectionate rain, to be beautiful in the meaning of ink painting and painting. I want to quietly experience this beauty with you.
"Looking at the flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, do you still remember the scene of us looking at flowers together? And the rain. Remembering that rain, we ran together with the raindrops, stepping on the raindrops and splashing them into waves. Although the rain would always wet one's clothes and one's mood, what would the rain in one's heart become?”As Bao Si said this, she thought to herself, Maybe it's tears!
Hong De said,"I really want to have each other in that rainy season, and in that brilliant moonlight."
Bao Si said, But I'm still willing to wait for the wind. Waiting for the rain. Waiting for someone. It was as if he was waiting for someone in the fragrance of flowers. It was still the most beautiful. He really thought of that day, letting the wind blow, letting the rain fall, letting the seasons change, letting them be together, letting each other in their hearts, indulging together, not caring about what others said, and still being happy.
Hong De said," Look at the beautiful scenery of spring. The flowers are low and the wind is blowing. The flowers are beautiful and blooming. Suddenly, the fragrance is full of this season's fragrance. Every grass and tree is so moved." It is the new stamens quietly released after the rain, and the little thoughts generate this clear joy.
But Bao Si said,"I only want this touch of deep affection, and use many different kinds of affection to whisper this lingering warmth." Even if there was no master in the wilderness, it was still full of flying flowers or broken leaves. Flowing water. A shallow acquaintance, why would he say such affectionate words? That thousand kinds of yearning, can it disappear in one stroke?
However, Honder said,"Actually, the posture of a flower falling is also the most elegant and beautiful. It's like a dancing butterfly."
When Bao Si heard this, she saw that he didn't seem to understand her, so she said," You can go now.
Honder was puzzled. He looked at the other party and left in confusion.
Bao Si looked into the distance for a while, but when she turned around, she really couldn't see Hong De. Many a time, the person I love doesn't love me, but I'm crazy for you, don't you know? Looking forward to the end of spring sorrow, spring heart Mo together with flowers fight for hair, who knows heartbroken people's mood? What night is it now to miss an inch? But it makes me haggard.
High up in the moon, there was a lonely figure under the moon, but her heart was as cold as the moon.
Bao Si looked at the silent moonlight and walked forward alone, saying," Look at the spring flowers, the spring breeze, this bright moon, this spring should be charming eyes, why can't I see it?
A gust of wind blew, and Baosi's clothes fluttered. She stood there with the air of a beauty.
Bao Si looked into the distance and said to herself,"Every spring, my mood is in a mess. Do you see that beautiful face getting thinner day by day?" It was a storm and a few fallen flowers. It was originally a whisper in a smile. Look, what is touching the eyes and breaking the intestines? That ethereal lone soul shadow didn't feel any affection? Don't come, I'll still look at you in my dreams. Laughing and laughing as they passed by, that heart, was it heaven's will? I'll teach you how to draw the red flowers. a man's soul is drunk, lurking in the potter. The thoughts of the people in the mountains and the flowers in front of their eyes are empty. Isn't it the same as last night? How many new leaves, branches, buds, and flowers are there?
Lian Qiao came over and saw Bao Si looking into the distance.
Bao Si was still talking to herself," Let alone a new flower? A little moon peeks at people. How long is the night? But who knew that spring was nowhere to be found? Where can the mountain stream, birds and flowers share my leisure? How many times have we parted? It was the endless drizzle as thin as sorrow, and there were still two or three drops of rain in front of him, but now he knew the taste of sorrow? When the catkins and flowers fall, they are not ordinary flowers that can be counted. How can they be born with flying flowers that have ten thousand points of sorrow like the sea? I'm still shocked back to my dream, Three Thousand. What about the night? Who secretly swapped Fleeting Years? Who will leave a remnant light among the flowers? The sorrow of parting at the bottom of the flower turned into rain, still playing gentle, but leaving a wisp of fragrance here, when will the mood stop?
Lian Qiao came over and asked,"Sister, what are you talking about?"
Bao Si ignored him and continued," Spring is full of branches and buds, fragrant pistils are all spit out, but is it a small bud picking branches a few red spots? Looking at the courtyard with thousands of flowers hidden, the infinite beautiful scenery of Qionglou, is it to see the spring scenery of the world? Sometimes there are fallen flowers, but only pink and red desolate, why only this messy flowers gradually want to mesmerize the eyes? Who knew that flowers and trees were heartless, it was difficult to write an inch of resentment, but thousands of worries surged into his heart, and there was even a little sorrow in the corner of his eyebrows. How much joy and hatred could there be?
Lian Qiao pulled Bao Si and said,"Sister, let's go back!"
Bao Si gently shook off Lian Qiao's hand and said," A pillow of flowers blooming in the rain, a red flower blooming for whom? But how could the rain and wind stop him? Morning and evening rise and fall bud tip spit, roll Shu open and close, depression field Jedi, this flower this leaf any innocent, flower bloom who? Who was Ye Lu? But who can fill my clothes with the fragrance of flowers? Under the shadow of a flying swan, it is the lonely cloud and the bright moon that cannot be tied. How can it be a long dream but not a flower? I hold this heart burning. What does life look like everywhere? One after another fell leaves fragrant path, how many tears from the intestines after a few autumns? What is the feeling of parting? Who faced the falling flower wind, who saw the flower light sigh? How long can I fly here and there? Who would fall in front of the falling flowers? Who will pity the fallen flowers? How can the flowers look like year after year? However, the fragrance of the flowers could not resist a hint of melancholy. Besides, now the flowers are drifting away, and the flowers of love are provoked by the rain. They are full of tears, and the tears are like a flower, but they still drink tears and pretend to be happy. When will it rain in the season of falling flowers? Lonely red, who saw the butterfly to find flowers? Every night unless, why can't I solve my sorrow? let alone a new illness. Flowers bloom, easy to see, hard to find, how can the spring breeze infinite hatred? That hurt spring was the cold moon burying the flower soul. Who will pour, who will complain, who will listen? Only to see the forest flowers fall, feel the flowers splash tears, a heart sad, how many years of separation tired?
Lian Qiao was anxious.
"The mountains are long and the rivers are wide. Moonlight Thousand Peaks was still lonely, but when had it ever been lured by fame? Did he accidentally fly into the sky? How many times did the moon shatter and the light flow? Was it the moon soul that cleansed the heart overnight? Or is there no such good lake or mountain in the sky? Looking at the road to the end of the world, now who is the neighbor, is the fate of the world has been strange? I know from afar that it's night on the river and sea. The slanting light shines to the dawn and the pearls are shining. That can't help but sprinkle down. Can it stir up deep feelings? How many years has it changed? How charming? How beautiful? A little teasing? How arrogant? How many times did the moonlight bloom in the mortal world? Look at the moon outside the threshold, not empty flow, is to rely on whose power arrogant? He also had a body and floating clouds everywhere, but a kind of disdain for the world. Facing the distant heaven and earth, he is a traveler who goes far away. He sings and walks slowly. He is natural and elegant, but he is also empty. When I sit and watch the clouds rise, I carry a touch of loneliness in my heart, but who can change it from ancient to modern times?”Bao Si looked at the moon and said, but she was hurt. She didn't even know how to get back.
Hong De was also injured. He had left Bao Si, but he was hiding somewhere. He was waiting for Lian Qiao to help Bao Si away. He was still standing there looking at the bright moon in the sky. What was he feeling? He asked the heavens in his heart, Is the heavens looking down on mortals? I plant this love in the world, but it is easy to misjudge people. He used the phrase 'forever' to gain enough affection from people, and then tossed them to the side to suffer. What did he do in his dream? Seeing how much affection she had, did she know if this kind of comparison hurt her? Who lightly made a wish for eternity, why is this wish two sides? Did the heavens have any rules? Lend me the time of my life, but let me be alone in this world, how can you treat people like this? A love in the human world, but no cause, no fruit, no root, but where is the blooming flower? How much sorrow and resentment? It was more torturous than anyone else, but how much longing did he use to exchange for it? But how many tears did she use to clear it? How did that wish become a lie? But that one had to be made possible by mutual love? Why can't I be free? My love should be allowed to be free and unrestrained, why is it allowed by God? Wasn't it appropriate for others to arrange it? Why didn't the heavens compensate me for what I missed? No matter how much pain I felt, no one came to soothe my lonely wounds.
Baosi looked at the moon in the sky and said,"Look at the moon in the sky. It's so hard and pitiful. It's like a ring in the past, and it's like a piece in the past." It was as if the moon was laughing at my love, laughing at my disappointment. Who knew that the moon would linger, wandering alone, chanting alone, but I don't know where the clouds around me go, and I'm still so sentimental. In fact, life is often misled by love. This love has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, but it was added by others. I miss you so much, but who understands me? I thought you were the one I wanted to love, so I wanted to put my heart into it. I've only just realized that I've never been in your heart. It was only when she met him in this life that her thoughts finally faded and she still missed him.
The new year was a joyous occasion, but Bao Si was in a bad mood. She watched the others busy themselves while she looked outside the door, feeling extremely depressed. Who had to wait a lifetime for a chance encounter? Who would use a lifetime of feelings to look back? Whose marks of varying depths shattered the promises on the ground? I originally wanted to leave the mortal world, but my shadow fell to the ground and was no longer stained with ink. I want to ask how many dust, why wake up the lonely fleeting years? Ancient and modern embarrassment is the sorrow of separation, a waning moon can tell thousands of melancholy? How many strands of longing tonight? but now I have touched on the thread of sorrow. How much parting hate? It was always the tears of parting. He was still sad because he did not know the taste of sorrow, but it was difficult to answer the question of love in a comprehensive manner. He could only reminisce about the past, why would he only sigh softly in his heart? Xie Bujin's love words exhausted people's mental strength, but love did not hurt spring and sorrow autumn, why did it become a waste of books?
Hong De was also in a bad mood. Thinking about how Bao Si was about to leave Bao Kingdom for Great Zhou, he felt a sense of loss. Thinking of my sweet smile, the flowers are bright. The smiling fairy sister is about to leave Bao Kingdom, leave me, and go to Great Zhou. My heart, my heart, fate has brought you and me together in this life, but a night of longing is nothing but sorrow. The complex that cannot be untied, bewitched the eyes but turned around and made people wander between heaven and earth. Deep love, shallow fate, just for that infatuation, but how many feelings sank into the desert of the soul? It was just a stubbornness. How could a thought of love penetrate the intestines and corrode the bones? When she thought of the tears falling, her eyes were filled with helplessness and heartbreak. The sea of love has been bumpy all my life. I thought I could paint and write your old dream, but it was painfully dragged by loneliness and loneliness. Who can restrain my half-life madness? What was so cold that it made people feel dejected as they walked through the spring and autumn? There was a kind of heart-wrenching pain. Not only was there a trace of sadness, but there was also a kind of despairing sadness. Who crumbled the messy thoughts on the ground? Looking coldly at the endless melancholy, who knew that loneliness and emptiness were devouring people's souls? The fate of origin, destruction, gathering, and scattering. He was not afraid of suffering the torture of several lifetimes, but he was afraid that he would dissipate like smoke in the countless reincarnations. There was a wisp of aura that did not need to look back on the past. It was full of feelings that lingered in the world of mortals for a long time, unwilling to leave. Surrounded by all the dust, who insisted on leaving but only left a heart full of memories? How many sorrows and grudges are condensed in it, how many dreams fall into the dust, how many cycles of samsara will make the memory faint and incomplete? The silent love brought warmth and brushed away the dust, but it lay quietly and became a thousand-year-old scroll.
Baosi replied: I don't know where love comes from. But to whom does it disturb? But it was so touching. What is love? Yet, he taught people to pledge their lives to each other. Who would be upset? But it was so earth-shattering. After reading a love letter, but it had nothing to do with romance, what was the most touching beautiful scenery? From the scene into the heart, sad spring sad autumn, why finally from lovesickness? At dusk, the guest's sorrow increased, but Jiang Qingyue was so ethereal and wonderful. Lovers complain about the distant night, sleep and dream to invite the wedding day, what a picture of love heaven and earth. Where did the romantic atmosphere come from? Is it my own intoxication to only hope for the glory of ten thousand miles? A kind of loneliness, but it was a feeling of missing family? His heart was a little hurt, but he was heartbroken looking at the horizon. The liveliness given to the moon, the boundless green mountains, and the noisy river flow, life was so fast! Please give me a lifetime to show off Shanyue's delicate and generous appearance. Why bother? The bright moon is my confidant, the mountain forest is my home, swaying in the wind, but it adds a clear appearance. Even the wind had meaning? Actually, I am simple and have nothing to do with human feelings. What does that love till the end of time have to do with me? That vow of eternal love was also a lie and a scam, blaming everyone for an unfeeling? No need. There were no touching words, no touching words of love, which word had a poetic eye? Which part of it was a warning? But it wasn't hard to feel?
Hong De said: Sometimes see beautiful woman lonely shadow, this feeling can be told? God has lent me the time of this life, why is it a resentful love? At this moment and this night, it's embarrassing. Is this what you want? What is the mood of longing for a long time? A kind of lovesickness, two idle worries, expected to be heartbroken every year, only tears thousands of lines? A brooding brocade book can not be, miss the soul of the lingering sorrow still nowhere to say desolate? It was a beautiful feeling, but it was accompanied by a sense of hopelessness. It was a sweet memory that could not be dispelled, but it was entangled with bitter emotions. That most affectionate confession, but holding hands and looking at each other with tears in her eyes, she was speechless. A long sigh, a good night in vain, even if there are thousands of amorous feelings, and who to say? Now and ancient rivers and mountains have no fixed basis, since there is no such mortal fate easy to cut off, why so entangled? How many years have passed since I left, and how many worries have I looked back? Diandian and Xingxing were always sad, but this feeling was more painful? All the promises in this world were made because of the thousands of strands of love and not because of lovesickness? A bit of resentment, a bit of tenderness, a bit of love, a leisurely ending, how many people understood the complicated feelings of human feelings?
Empress Jiang was thinking of the Lord and did not like to be noisy. She wanted to be quiet, so she left all the social activities to her son, Hong De. She stayed in the bedroom and asked the maid to call Baosi over to play the zither. However, he recalled that on the day of the New Year's Eve, when he was having fun with the officials in the palace, Baosi's lyrics and music were somewhat in line with his mood at that time, so he wanted to hear it, so he summoned her.
After the ceremony, Baosi set up the zither and began to play the zither. The glistening moonlight shone with deep affection, as if the moon was sighing over a whitewashed vow. Looking back at her tears, she could vaguely see the unending desolation. Who was the one who was lingering? Swallowed by the wind and rain, the thousands of traces of sinking piled up into the vicissitudes of the sand of longing, but spread with memories. Once a wisp of mist, floating down with helplessness and speechlessness, heart rhyme with sorrow and injury in hesitation. With a trace of melancholy, she picked up the emptiness of the Spring and Autumn Period and carefully counted the coolness of her heart. The past that had been tainted by time, the company of the world of mortals, had been torn into pieces by someone, but stranded in the dim light, but who would pick it up? Who would pick it up? Soothing the pain in his heart.
After Bao Si finished her song, she continued playing the zither when Empress Jiang did not stop her." The wind moved, the branches swayed, and the sound shattered people's thoughts and dreams. When will the moon be bright, dance clear shadow, how many broken catkins still seem to be in the world? A moment of prosperity, a lifetime of infatuation, how can you still want to be envious of each other? The thousand-year-old nightmare shattered the soil of reality, and that little thought was still plundered. With just a glance, the world changed drastically, and they only looked at each other in the distance. Looking at the rain falling, a song of separation, guarding an empty city, but whose face is old? Was it too hasty to write a sad parting song with tears? I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, sighing and singing the moonlight's graceful song, deep affection is infinite, but I don't know what night it is today. Whose memories had time stolen away, whose face had been haggard? This journey of deep love and shallow fate, what was this season of sadness? With whom to talk about grace and sorrow, with whom love heart hard to leave, flowers morning and night in the blink of an eye, how to look back on the spring dream not long ago? Not long after, they met happily.
Empress Jiang closed her eyes and listened, but there was still no movement.
Bao Si could only continue to say: trudging on the road without a destination, the depths of my tired heart is so close, but I used a poem to pawn it in a deserted dream for a long time, hoping bitterly to stay forever in that lingering song. They brushed shoulders once every five hundred years, letting the fragrance of memories bloom on the petals, trying to pick up that touch of fragrance. Can you give me a familiar look back, your shadowy unintentional stop, but lingering on the heart axis of my longing. The strong love and the eternal vow still lingered in the dream, but because of the deep wound and the urgent rain, it was too rushed. Love and hate entangled, and she couldn't help but cry. The desolation behind the flowers, only wishing you a lifetime of gentleness, but whose sorrow, whose waiting, just happened to bloom, brilliant this season, brilliant this season.
Seeing that Empress Jiang had not opened her eyes, Bao Si naturally continued," Looking at the flowers blooming, quietly waiting for the flowers to fall, with a dust-free heart, lightly smelling the fragrance of flowers is getting thicker and richer. The world of mortals is drunk, and I'm waiting for you to return. I won't leave you, I won't abandon you, and I won't say anything. Looking back, meeting shoulders, eighty or ninety percent yearning, but chaotic four seasons blooming flowers. It was just a little infatuation, hidden in the heart of the couple, only extravagant love for a lifetime. Who knows that tears thousands of lines, leaning on the horizon, and who to tell the long days? But I'll be a skeleton. Who's going to bury me? Who will be buried in other years? And you're watching by my side? Can you stand guard by my side? How sad it was to leave alone. It was an illusion, so why was there still someone who couldn't walk out of the bewitching array? Drunken Love Arena? Was it greed and glory? Even when he died, he was not in the place and was still busy. Only Old Moon looked at him in his leisure time. When you left, I came on stage, fighting for a lifetime, pitiful, pitiful.
Empress Jiang opened her eyes and saw that Bao Si's emotions were in tune with her music, so she said," Bengong saw that you were beautiful and intelligent. In two years, since you have already mastered poetry and are good at zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, it can be seen that you have worked hard to surpass them. Now that you're serving the emperor, it's your blessing to make him happy. I hope that you will wholeheartedly do this for the country and not waste BenGong's efforts in nurturing you.
"This servant will not disappoint Jun Furen and the people of Bao Country.”Bao Si kowtowed deeply to thank him, but her tears flowed like a fountain as she wiped them away.
Empress Jiang pretended not to see him and said,"I remember that you have been loyal to the Kingdom of Bao and will leave the Kingdom of Bao for the capital of Zhou in a few days. I specially allow you to go home to visit your relatives."
Hearing this, Bao Si kowtowed again.
Empress Jiang said," I'm not at ease to send someone else. I'll send the Crown Prince's bodyguard, Buyu, to protect you. You must come back before the Lantern Festival."
Bao Si kowtowed again.
Empress Jiang said,"I've also prepared some clothes for you. I'll also give you 200 gold shells and some money."
Bao Si sat in a carriage with some luggage and went home. Zi Buyu was escorting her on horseback, and there were also eight attendants. It was a sight to behold.
Baosi went straight to Sang's father's house to meet her adoptive parents. She was very happy to see that her brother Sang Anzi and sister Sang Ruosu had grown up.
When the two sisters-in-law saw that their sister Baosi had returned, they were also very close to her.
When Zi Buyu saw the Sang family, he sent away eight of his followers so that outsiders could not see him. He stood outside the courtyard alone, far away from Baosi, but in a place where he could see her.
Bao Si's parents were so happy to see their daughter come back in glory that they started to hunt chickens and ducks.
When Bao Si stayed in the Sang family, she was always busy helping her adoptive parents and sister-in-law to get what they wanted as if she was repaying their kindness, but her adoptive parents and sister-in-law didn't allow her to do so.
At night, under the candlelight, Father Sang said to Bao Si," Didn't you go to the Si Clan?
Bao Si said,"Not yet."
Father Sang said,"Since the death of the old lady Zhu, I have seen her marry someone."
Bao Si asked, Is he doing well?
Father Sang said,"Who has a good life these days?"
Mother Sang was twisting the cotton thread and said," He was a scholar, but he couldn't carry a basket, couldn't carry a burden, and couldn't do anything in the fields. Fortunately, his wife was not bad. She knew that he could not do it and did not blame him. She supported him both at home and outside and was very hardworking.
Father Sang said,"What do you mean by not blaming me?" She had no choice but to endure the pain of finding such a man. Married chicken followed chicken, married dog followed dog.
Mother Sang said,"It's a good thing my daughter didn't marry him. Otherwise, she would have suffered."
Bao Si continued to ask,"Let's not talk about this. Is his wife not bad?"
Father Sang said,"He's a very good person and honest." Her parents had left early, so she only had a few brothers. Only her youngest brother stayed with her at Zeng Jian's house.
Mother Sang said,"It's still the good and bad of the past family. They often rolled their eyes at her siblings and bullied her family." Later on, her younger brother couldn't stay there any longer, so he married into his uncle's house. She didn't know that it was one of her aunt's daughters.
Father Sang said,"You can't say that either." Ever since the old lady passed away, Zeng Jian and his brother's family had been separated, and the conflicts had lessened. However, they seemed to be estranged from each other, as if they were enemies. They didn't even talk when they met. It was good for the outside world, but their mouths and hearts did not get along.
"Yes," said Mother Sang. We're a family, why do we have to do this? Yet, she was like this, like a stranger.
Father Sang said,"Thinking of that Zhang Shi, she's just a knife mouth but a soft heart." She saw her three-year-old son who was so hungry that he couldn't walk, and her older daughter who was crying in bed, so she took her wife to steal from others.
Bao Si said in surprise,"Steal other people's things?"
Mother Sang said,"Why not?" Now, many people looked at the harvest of the heavens. How many people had a harvest? There was an earthquake in Sanchuan, and many people were homeless.
Father Sang said,"In the end, I didn't steal it. I was so scared that I came back and vomited."
Bao Si said,"Aren't there disaster relief supplies?"
Father Sang asked,"How many relief supplies have actually reached the hands of the people?" There were corrupt officials at every level, and those who reached the hands of the common people were almost negligible. You are in the Marquis Manor, how would you know about the outside world? There were many people starving to death outside. Some fell down while walking, and some choked to death while eating a pancake. Who wasn't so hungry that their legs were swollen and they couldn't walk?
Mother Sang said," This is because you are in the Marquis Manor. Otherwise, you would have thought that my wife was also pitiful. Men don't know how to do things. She just had to endure the sky and carry sandbags outside. All she did was do the work of men."
Bao Si asked,"Have you seen it before?"
Father Sang said,"I can't help you even if I want to!" He didn't know how to do it. Later on, he was not bad. He had good handwriting and knew how to do accounts, so he found a rich family to work for.
Mother Sang said,"Honesty is not good." At home, when someone stole a duck, they put the duck feathers at his door, but they said that his family stole it. Outside, Zeng Jian was playing tricks on the account, but Zeng Jian refused. In the end, they ganged up on him and were fired. And when that Zhang shi saw the smoke coming from his chimney, she became narrow-minded. In fact, Zhang shi's life was not good either. She wore a hundred patches of clothes and was a narrow-minded and jealous person.
Bao Si asked again, How did Zeng Jian's mother die?
Mother Sang said,"It's like this."
Bao Si said,"I'll go to the Si family tomorrow. After all, it's my home."
Father Sang said,"We must go and take a look. We can't let people say that we're ungrateful."
Bao Si was resting in the Sang family's house, staying alone in a clean hut. She looked at the moon in front of the window and said," He didn't expect so many things to happen after he left the Si Clan.
Bao Si was looking at the bright moon in the distant sky. When she saw Si Zeng Jian standing behind her, she smiled happily and said," Why are you here? I've seen my brother.
Si Zeng Jian smiled and said,"Tonight is a good night, but it makes me sad and bitter. I miss you endlessly. In my heart, I silently ask where my beloved is." He walked over.
Bao Si asked, Do you really miss me?
Si Zengjian said,"I really miss you."
Bao Si asked, Why do you miss me?
Si Zengjian said,"My sad thoughts are like the moonlight that falls on the ground. They all cover your body and don't scatter."
When Bao Si heard this, she looked around her and found that she was no longer in the room, but under the moonlight. She felt strange.
Si Zengjian said,"There's no cure for me." I wonder if you have shed some tears from the painstaking reading of these romantic months? Or do you only think of ordinary women and men who are casually chatting and laughing?
Hearing this, Bao Si was moved to tears and said," Perhaps gathering and parting are all predestined, separation and reunion are always related to feelings. A hundred reincarnations, a lifetime of sadness, only to think it was normal. However, who knew how many tears had been shed? Was it because this love was not enough? Love at first sight, two crazy parties, who was drunk among the flowers, and the flowers were also drunk? The flowers of the four seasons were messed up, how could it be so heartbreaking? It was as if blood and tears were splattering. Prosperity faded away, only shadows blurred, everything was desolate, how many people suffered? Were you destined to be separated from me in my previous life? Perched in the text, silently waiting for you, but can not write lovesickness, lovesickness still nowhere to send. But didn't you grow fond of me? That's why it's hard to write this line of lovesickness.
Si Zengjian said,"Deep longing, faint sadness, who's writing on the tip of the pen?" Whose inner imagination has been enriched? Recalling this period of time, the verdant season, graceful in the ordinary. A past with endless yearning, but it was just a sadness.
Bao Si said,"Looking at the rippling water in the pond and listening to the melodious music of the zither, I always feel a different kind of emotion brewing." The gentle poem was full of thoughts and melancholy. Instantly, two lines of tears rushed out of her eyes. A teardrop, jumping into the space of the heart, lonely and sad.
Si Zengjian said,"Look at the passing of time in the world, the afterimages of the past scenes, the lonely wilderness, read in the world of mortals, but in the blink of an eye, it is still endless." Uncontrollable sobs, just because of a soul-stirring feeling that broke thousands of waves, but who became the calamity of missing?
Bao Si said: Guarding the past, step by step, three thousand thoughts, empty tears do not know who is missing? Who do you still want to be with in this life? One is waiting for the relationship, waiting for the prosperity to fall, who is the lute full of deception? There was always a kind of feeling that was entrusted to the future, hoping that the years would be fine, just to write a long life of love? In this life, he searched for love, but his fickle love was used as a blade to cut the gentle sword. Why should I give you desolation? Why is it still sad to part? Deep in his heart, layers of pain and sorrow piled up.
Si Zengjian said,"Look at the myriad of wind and moon, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but it's not as good as the moment I look at you." Even though time is merciless, my thoughts still linger on the scene when you left.
Hearing this, Bao Si smiled and asked, Really?
Si Zengjian said,"It's true." To live up to Years Flow Like Water and to live up to himself. Even if you give this promise to someone else, I will also condense a bit of brilliance to glitter the persistence of this heart.
Bao Si said,"Then why didn't you come to me?"
"But it was the heavens who held my hand, restrained my madness for half my life, blocked my wandering for half my life, and cut off my three thousand infatuations. I don't want to wait anymore. I don't want to lose you again.”Si Zeng Jian held his hand as he spoke.
When Bao Si heard this, she looked at Si Zeng Jian holding her hand and asked," If I were old, would you still be like this? Hold my hands, gentle?
"I…" Si Zeng Jian was about to speak.
Suddenly, many people came and pointed at them. There they are. Arrest them.
When Bao Si saw that it was Hong De and the others, as well as people she didn't know, she woke up in a hurry. It was all a dream, and she couldn't help but sigh," there was no news of parting from my hometown. I want to make things clear, but who knows that there are a hundred kinds of lovesickness. I thought that love was just an empty bag, but who knew that the cold wind blew into the curtain, a spring of love tied thin and out of shape. Now half of the world is a monarch, when not drunk in dreams, but hate sorrow frequently increase, do not know when the heartbreak limit. I have thought of when you will come, I have a good dream to become a chicken at dawn, only to see tears wet pillow. I don't know how many tears I shed for you. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have met you. When is half a month and half a day? After thinking about it for a few times, I didn't miss you, but when the time came, I still missed you. My breath is like a gossamer, my heart is like a flying catkin, and my body is like a floating cloud. When I look at the horizon, I will break my intestines. How much weight will I lose? I want to ask where the lonely soul is going. How can you explain the heartbroken mountains? Who knew you wouldn't stay in your drunken home? Everyone said that the One Emotion Bewitching Array was a different world from the human world. But love has nothing to do with romance, there are still people chattering, asking what the meaning of the remaining love is difficult to answer? I have read thousands of love letters many times, piled up the remaining books as a pillow, and dreamed of reading all the untitled answers, which is God suddenly playing with people. How many sorrows did Heaven bestow upon the vicissitudes of life? How much love and hate have not been repaid? Old tears flowed freely. As if time hurts spring, sad autumn chaos catkin heartbroken worry, how can the remaining years of love add long? It really makes people confused for a lifetime. The moon shines on ancient and modern people, love has always been troubled, how much do you know about lovers? People come and go, but love is still a good guy, but also imprisoned many people do not know how willing to go, but love has not been broken.
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