I woke up in bed, not knowing how long I had slept. Someone open a few of the windows of Changle Palace. I can hear the wanton chirping of cicadas outside the window. There is a wave of heat coming from outside the house. The temperature in the back hall of Changle Palace is gradually rising.
Beads of sweat flowed down my forehead. The air currents in the summer made me feel that lying down was not a particularly pleasant thing.
I got up from the bed. My entire body was in pain, and I felt like it was falling apart. However, I could still raise my hand if I wanted to, but I kept feeling like someone was pulling me from inside.
I slowly moved my small steps. It didn't sound like I was walking at all, but like a sliding noodle. It was hard but strangely soft.
I walked to the door and heard someone talking outside. Listening carefully, it was Niangu and Song'e sitting on the steps in the courtyard chatting softly, probably not wanting to wake me up.
Nian Gu lowered her voice as if she was confiding a secret. She said softly to Song E," The crisis is over."”
"Danger? Oh right! When His Majesty went to Youzhou to marry the Imperial Consort, you told me that the Imperial Consort had come to the palace and the crisis could be resolved! What does that mean?"
"Come closer, I can tell you.”Nian Gu waved her hand at her." But promise me not to tell the Emperor."”
"Alright." Song'e obediently sat closer and perked up her ears to listen. I listened attentively through the door.
I looked around the place I had lived in for nearly 20 years. The old ones were old, and the new ones were new. I can't think of any relationship between this place and Noble Consort Zhang.
What does the me here have to do with him?
Many of these things might have to start from the Blessed Hall where Noble Consort Zhang was apprenticed to.
Back then, the State of Zheng was too fond of socializing with celebrities and did not reject any circle. Among the newly emerging literary and art factions in the north, the Blessed Hall was not considered very powerful at the beginning.
At that time, Niangu, who was only a few years older than me, had just gotten married. She had followed the Grand Consort of the State of Zheng to visit the capital of Yan and paid a visit to the Blessed Hall's Old Mister He. Old Mister He was not only skilled in folk arts, but he also had a skill that no one knew about-he was good at mystic arts.
At that time, Old Lady Zheng, who was still considered a middle-aged woman with some charm, sincerely asked Old Master He to read her fortune. This was because almost all the people on the mountain and down the mountain who were ostensibly fortune-tellers had been captured by Feng Yin and sent to where they should be sent.
It's called fortune-telling, but it's not for her. It's for me.
At that time, she didn't know that the future emperor of the Great Zhou would have a share in me. She also hadn't seen me, this child called Ji Shenyang.
The funny thing was that Ji Shenyang was not even born at that time, so she only asked the old man to read the fortune of the Dragon Bloodline descendants.
It was difficult for Old He to refuse his kindness, especially when Old Lady Zheng had brought his favorite osmanthus wine. It was not available in Yanjing and was hard to find in the entire north.
"The High Duke's Public House is full of outstanding people." The old man held a bowl of osmanthus wine and bowed slightly to Old Lady Zheng. I'm afraid that he would agree to anything Old Lady Zheng asked him to do at this time.
"I heard that He Qing recently accepted a few new disciples. The Blessed Hall is the place with outstanding talents.”
"No, no, but there is indeed a cute child recently. If we nurture him, his voice will become the best in Beijing in the future.”
I analyzed as I listened. As expected, this child was very likely to be Zhang Xiaomang, the disciple of Old Master He's second disciple at that time. He was also the new grand-disciple of Blessed Hall at that time.
Old Lady Zheng stopped talking, and the old man tactfully shut his mouth. After drinking the last mouthful of wine, he closed his eyes and began to do mental arithmetic.
It was inevitable that there would be a price to pay for the mystic technique to come true. This was also why Old Lady Zheng wanted to bring Nian Gu over. Firstly, it was to protect her body. Secondly, it was to temporarily use her to hurt her soul to facilitate the mystic technique formation.
At that time, Nian Gu had just lost her man and was extremely sad. Moreover, she loved her man very much.
The old man asked Nian Gu to sit on the left front of the Buddha statue, facing the Buddha. He sat on the right side and raised Nian Gu's hand.
"Think about the person who left you recently.”
When Nian Gu heard this, the emotions that she had calmed down with great difficulty by accompanying Old Lady Zheng up the mountain were burning in her heart again. Her tears began to fall, and her sorrowful cries spread throughout the area. Fortunately, everyone was performing outside that day, so no one heard the woman's tears.
Her sorrowful emotions seemed to have really taken effect. The airflow in front of the Buddha statue seemed to have the potential to surge and gather directly at the old man with his eyes closed. Suddenly, it disappeared around him, leaving only the continuous crying.
Old Lady Zheng probably expected that the mystic technique had been reported, so she immediately walked to the old gentleman's side with light footsteps. As expected, she heard the whisper on his lips.
"Gods above, what is a Life Map?"
He didn't move for a long time until the candle in the room shook slightly before he continued to recite.
"The sea of sin is dry and turbid, the summer moon eclipses people's makeup at the foot of the mountain, and dreams are discussed in the sea."
"The world has just left, seeking nothing for him, no immortals, no demons"
He muttered softly. At that time, Nian Gu, who was very close to him, did not hear him. It could be said that Nian Gu only cared about crying.
However, Nian Gu saw that Old Lady Zheng's expression slowly turned from sunny to dark. Her expression suddenly changed and finally, she let out a long sigh.
"The past has begun, and the future will not end." These were the last words that Old He said. After he finished speaking, the two of them fell into a long silence.
The old man let go of Nian Gu's hand. At this time, Nian Gu did not dare to cry as loudly as before. She quietly left the Golden Buddha statue and returned to Old Lady Zheng.
"Mister, do you think there is a way to resolve this?" Old Lady Zheng's voice trembled. Nian Gu felt that she could not quite understand the conversation between the two of them.
"Do you know the Minister of Rites, Guo Wan?”
"The path of crafty sycophants is not worth talking about."
"No." The old man stood up." You should know that everything in the world has its own way. You must not resist the will of heaven.”
"Sir, what do you mean?"
"The dragon vein can only flourish when the human path is complete.”
Old Lady Zheng lowered her head, deep in thought. After a while, she bowed deeply to the old man. Nian Gu also hurriedly bent her waist as much as she could.
On the way back, Nian Gu saw Old Lady Zheng frowning in the carriage. She was curious and worried. She could not help but ask.
However, Old Lady Zheng changed the topic and mentioned to her, who did not understand politics at all at that time,"Now the court is full of thieves and tigers, and the country is in danger."
She nodded her head in a half-understanding manner. Old Lady Zheng looked at her and held her young hands. She originally thought that Old Lady Zheng would still want to analyze the situation in the court with her, but she did not expect it to be a sincere and earnest exhortation.
"In the future, if the Zhou family still exists and the new emperor ascends to the throne, he must protect her and not let her suffer any harm or interference from the outside world. Otherwise, the world may be in trouble.”
" Catastrophe?!" Nian Gu's mouth was wide open, and Old Lady Zheng nodded.
"Is there any way?" Nian Gu asked anxiously.
"What element did you hear the old man mention the most just now?”
Nian Gu actually didn't hear it clearly just now. She recalled it carefully and remembered something." It's 'water'.”
"Yes, I am." Old Lady Zheng looked out of the window." Water can cause great disasters, but it can also rain from the sky. Just now, other than telling me to pay attention to the court situation, there was another meaning in his words. It was that the Dragon Vein might have an unbreakable fate in the future. It might be a 'good fate' that would bring rain to the Zhou family, but it might also be a 'bad fate' that would cause disasters.”
"What do you mean? Will anyone harm His Majesty?" Song Er asked in confusion. Her voice sounded a little scared.
"It might not be disadvantageous." Nian Gu replied," The dragon vein has existed for a long time and is unpredictable. Who said that this fate will definitely reach the current Emperor? And as I grew older, I was gradually able to understand some of the laws of the world. For example, if something looked like one thing on the surface, it might actually be something else behind it. It was a blessing in disguise. If someone had the ability to throw Her Majesty into a bottomless abyss, that person would naturally be able to influence Her Majesty a lot and promote her change from the inside, something like awakening.”
" Oh." Song'e also seemed to understand, just like the young Niangu in the story.
"Oh right, aunt, I haven't thanked you on behalf of His Majesty. On the day of the sword dance competition, it was all thanks to you that you sent a letter back to the palace to call me and my sister to rush over. Otherwise, when His Majesty was seriously injured, there would be no one to take care of him.”Song'e would always speak first when she thought of something. This was her style.
Nian Gu was silent for a while after hearing her words of thanks. There was a hint of confusion in her voice." I didn't send you a letter?”
"Ah?" Song Er said in surprise.
"That day, I couldn't even take care of myself. When I saw the three generals I wanted to bring back were cut down on the spot, my heart almost collapsed. At the critical moment, I remembered the instructions of the State Council and was busy protecting His Majesty on the battlefield. How could I have the time to send a letter to you?”
"Then who sent it?"
I listened to the two of them remain silent for half a minute behind the door, and both of them let out a slight sigh. I believe they understand the same thing as I do.
"Perhaps in the future, the crisis of the Great Zhou Dynasty will be resolved with this.”
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