Zhao Guangyuan listened to Lin Zhaoxia's story quietly, his face seemed calm, but his heart was filled with waves.
He was obviously the only one in front of him, but he knew she was there, and her gentle and soothing voice gradually soothed his pain.
She said she was from the next generation.
Zhao Guangyuan felt that he must have been too sad and had hallucinations. How could such a bizarre thing happen in the world? He was probably not dreaming.
"How can I trust you?"
How to trust her? Lin Zhaoxia paused.
I told him some things he had said before... Seeing that his face was pale, he added: "There was a picture of a journey to the Xishan Mountains in the dedication hall of your imperial grandfather Changling. Later you went in, took it out, and exchanged it with someone else. The same thing."
"Impossible!" The things in the Xian Palace were buried with the emperor's grandfather, how could he steal them. Absolutely not.
There is indeed the painting she mentioned in the Changling Hall, but it is not a secret. And how could he take something from the imperial mausoleum, which was the beloved painting of the emperor's grandfather. That is no different than digging a grave. He wouldn't do such a thing.
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned. She thought that only the prince and grandson could enter and know what was inside.
After thinking about it again and again, what Zhao Guangyuan once told her was more secret?
"I know you have a cousin named Lu Shanchang..."
"Everyone in the capital knows it."
"But they didn't know that he was actually not dead. You found him later, and you arranged him to a place where no one could find him. He didn't have to hide around and he started a new life."
"Cousin is not dead?" Zhao Guangyuan was very surprised. Wasn't the entire Lu family killed by the emperor, and wasn't Lu Shanchang still alive?
"You didn't lie to me?" He scratched into the void excitedly.
"I didn't lie to you. Moreover, the man named Lu Ye adopted by your grandfather is not dead. Your grandfather's secret guard camp is now under his control. Later, you found him and got his help. He was hiding in that room in the capital. In Dongsheng Pawn Shop."
"What!" Zhao Guangyuan stood up excitedly, "You didn't lie to me?"
"I'm not lying to you. What I want to tell you is that there seems to be no hope, but in fact there is hope everywhere. Don't seek death, and don't dwell on it. Look forward. Your mother, your brother, and your maternal grandfather's family are all waiting for you. Avenge them, they can't leave the world with such a stigma, and they can't be recorded in history books like that."
Zhao Guangyuan was too excited to think.
He didn't dare miss a word she said.
"How do you know this? And from the future, I will definitely not announce such secret things to you. How do you know?"
Lin Zhaoxia met his gaze with a smile. She could see him, but he couldn't see herself, but he was always so keen, staring straight at her face as if he could see it.
"You said this to me personally, and I know it. I want you to be happy, and you have to live no matter how difficult it is. If you live, you will meet your loved ones, and they are waiting for you."
"Who is she? Who are they? Who are you?"
He asked repeatedly but did not wait for an answer, "Are you still there? Are you there?" He looked anxious.
But before there was any response, Zhao Guangyuan knew that she was gone.
Did you tell her those secret things? He will not easily tell outsiders about these things, so will she be his beloved?
Who are you? Zhao Guangyuan walked outside the hall and looked at the cool night sky.
On the other side, Lin Zhaoxia turned over and sat up on the bed. It seemed like a dream just now, but it didn't seem like it was a dream. She seemed to have had an out-of-body experience, and her whole soul was transported back to six years ago.
Six years ago, he wanted to die. Six years later, he still wanted to die. On the night of the summer solstice, he drank the wine even though he knew it was poisonous. Only then did he travel through thousands of years and meet him. But now she met him six years ago. Will history change? Will he meet her again? Will there be a long time?
Lin Zhaoxia was a little scared, afraid that she would never see him again.
She used to see him almost every day and didn't miss him very much, but now that he hasn't been seen for more than a month, she actually misses him terribly.
He has been lonely for too long, but so is she. She is looking forward to having a family.
Since she can wear it six years ago, can she wear Daqi now? She missed him a little.
In the palace, Zhao Guangyuan also opened his eyes on the bed.
He was dreaming. He dreamed of a scene where he was imprisoned in the abandoned palace hall six years ago.
He was imprisoned there by his father, and he didn't even see his mother for the last time. He didn't even see her mother on her last journey to the funeral. He hated him so much that he just wanted to die quickly.
Fortunately, he survived. Thanks to his survival, he grew up and met Xia'er. He will live well, and when he gets his wish, he will go find them.
"Your Highness, are you awake?" Cao Cuo asked outside when he heard the noise.
"Um."
Cao Cuo sighed secretly after hearing this. His Highness couldn't sleep again. Pushing the door open, he said, "Old servant, let's talk to His Highness." He walked over and sat on the footrest in front of the bed.
"Your Highness, do you miss Your Highness?"
"Yes. I miss him. I said I would teach him boxing and moves." She also said that she would take him to take the train or fly with her.
"Your Highness, can't you see your Highness?"
"I can see them." Zhao Guangyuan's eyes were firm. He would definitely be able to see them, "It's just that I can't see them now."
Cao Cuo didn't know why he couldn't see him now. "I also miss His Highness. I still have good eyesight, and I can tell at a glance that he is His Highness." Cao Cuo was very happy with his keenness.
"His Royal Highness always remembers to bring good things to me, including all kinds of delicious food, which I have never seen before. Your Highness is as kind and lovely as when I was a child."
Zhao Guangyuan raised his lips. "He is indeed very sensible and not squeamish." A five-year-old child is indeed better than children of the same age.
"They are all well-taught by the Lin family. The Lin family is the benefactor of His Highness and His Young Highness, and the old slave will help His Highness take care of them."
Zhao Guangyuan nodded, "Don't let anyone see it."
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Don't worry, old slave." Seeing His Highness roll out of bed, he stood up and supported him, "Whatever Your Highness wants to do, just tell me to do it."
"Can't sleep. Got up."
"Cai Yinshi!"
"I'm going to copy scriptures for my grandfather."
"Then, old servant, please accompany your highness." After tidying up a bit, the master and servant went to the Xiang Hall in Changling with a lantern.
When Zhao Zhuoyang woke up, he heard that his cousin had gone to copy scriptures for the emperor's grandfather before dawn. He refused to eat a good breakfast, so he hurriedly packed up and went to Changling Hall.
It was really inappropriate of him. It was his first time to visit the imperial mausoleum, but he refused to get up even an hour and a half early. But his cousin was at the imperial mausoleum every day, copying scriptures before dawn.
After returning to Beijing, he must tell his father and uncle.
At the right time, the autumn morning sun was still hidden in the clouds and mist, but all the officials, big and small, as well as nobles, clan members and relatives who came to pay homage to the mausoleum had all arrived at the altar.
The altar is placed on the Shinto between Longfengmen and Shengxian Bridge. At this time, the Shinto was completely dark and filled with people.
Hundreds of sacrifices were placed on the altar, with three animals at the front, various dishes, snacks, and various dried and fresh fruits at the back. Sacrifice wine, incense, paper, foil and other items were also available.
The chefs, slaughterhouses, tea rooms, mausoleum households, and mausoleum guards in each cemetery have been busy for several days, and yesterday the lights were still on everywhere.
This year's Winter Solstice Festival will be hosted by the Ministry of Etiquette, and it is not yet time for the ceremony. But everyone has already taken their places. Because "the sacrifice does not require drums, but only the ritual students singing music", so the ministers of each mausoleum and the ritual students of each mausoleum started singing early.
The etiquette students are responsible for guiding, conducting ceremonies, deaconing, holding silks, holding titles, reading blessings, holding blessings, etc. throughout the entire process, and the Heshun of the Lin family is still on the list.
Twelve-year-old Heshun has good features, a loud voice, and clear articulation. Like all the chosen children of Linghu, he feels honored.
Lin Jing'an, who was peeking from afar, looked at the group of Yisheng singers and said with some regret: "My eldest brother and my three younger brothers have all been Yishengs, but I have not."
Mrs. Li on the side rolled her eyes, "How about I transfer you back to Linghu?"
Lin Jingan did not argue with her. He actually thinks it's good to be a mausoleum. Doing business requires groveling and greeting customers with a smile every day, which is actually quite tiring.
Li Shi glanced at him and said, "Don't think about what you have and what you don't have. What's the good of being a mausoleum who can't help yourself! Lan Zhen said that she met a noble man, and the noble man even gave her a purse. In a few years, You can be rich just because your father is your daughter, and you can eat well and drink spicy food. Isn’t that better than staying here?"
Li thought of the purse Lan Zhen showed her. The needlework was like that, and one purse was filled with gold thread and silver money. At first glance, it seemed that it was either rich or expensive.
Li stood on tiptoe and stretched her neck to take a look at the dark crowd at the Shinto, wondering if she would have a chance to meet the noble man. I heard that he is a young nobleman with a face like Pan An and an air of nobility.
Mrs. Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Standing behind the couple, He Xi, who was also watching the excitement, pulled his cousin and cousin quietly away from their family.
He curled his lips and glanced at He Ze who was climbing up the tree pole. He Ze was just a little kid, and Lan Zhen was only two or three years older than him. So she was thinking of getting married? snort. Still noble? Can noble people like you?
Whispering to Dongxue and Hele, "We can't see clearly over there."
Heze, who was holding the tree pole and trying to climb up, saw his cousins running away. He suddenly became anxious and said, "Where are you going? Wait for me!" Thorn slipped down the tree and chased after him.
The villagers watching the excitement on the side pointed at the children of the Lin family, and even looked at He Ze who was dressed in rich and noble clothes.
"Do you think the Lin family really did such a thing?"
"It can't be groundless. Didn't you smell the fragrance coming from the Lin family? If you weren't rich, would you be able to eat meat every day?"
"But the Lin family doesn't look like that kind of people..."
"You can't tell by appearance. I heard that the Lin family is close to the King of Yue. The Lin family dedicated Lin Jingning to the King of Yue?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I heard that the King of Yue likes men!" The man said mysteriously.
"Ah!" Is it true?
Others' comments could not reach Zhao Guangyuan's ears. At this time, he was wearing sacrificial robes and kneeling there devoutly. In addition to the sound of singing and music, there was only the sound of officials from the Ministry of Rites reciting sacrificial words.
According to the words sung by the officiating official, "Kneel...worship...get up!" Kneel nine times and knock down nine times, without any distractions.
The last big festival of the year lasted until the afternoon and was considered complete.
Zhao Zhuoyang dragged his exhausted body and walked in front of Zhao Guangyuan with crab steps, "Cousin, aren't you tired?" He was almost exhausted and couldn't walk, while his cousin acted like nothing happened.
Now he finally knew that none of his brothers in the family wanted to come to visit the mausoleum.
This is really a shame.
"I'm used to it." Zhao Guangyuan said calmly.
Zhao Zhuoyang's heart suddenly tugged, and there was a hint of distress in his eyes. He straightened his back and said, "Cousin, I'll stay in the palace with you." My cousin usually didn't even have anyone to talk to, so he must be very, very lonely.
"No need. You can follow everyone back to Beijing."
"It's okay, I'll be fine if I stay a few more days."
"Go back, don't let your father, mother, and concubines worry. You are too noisy, and I am used to quiet days. I will have to go to the fields in a while. These days are critical times in the fields, and I don't have time to accompany you."
Zhao Zhuoyang opened his mouth, unable to say anything to plead. Would it really bother his cousin if he stayed here?
Then he'd better return to Beijing, he would go to the palace to intercede for his cousin. I heard that there will be heavy snow in the mountains in winter, so it would be more appropriate for my cousin to return to Beijing and stay in his palace.
"Okay then, I'll go back to Beijing and wait for my cousin."
Zhao Guangyuan looked at him and smiled, but said nothing.
The day after the winter solstice. Lin Zhaoxia, who had just finished her work, received a call from Zhang Lianqiu, "Xia Xia, do you want to go to a movie?"
"No, I have a script meeting tonight."
"Tsk tsk, can't you give Jiang Hua some advice to improve efficiency? It's open every day, and it's open for several hours. It's not letting people live! It's so hard to make money."
"He can't help himself. He is taught to be a human being every day, so he treats me as a trash can and looks for a sense of identity in me."
"Then you tell him and ask him to increase the fee for you. If not, he will give you a share increase."
"He can't make the decision either. But he said he would send me a private message when it's over."
"Really, why don't you have a temper?"
"It's not easy to find a job. As for the first masterpiece, I can do it even if I don't have any money."
"You really are. Forget it, I won't look for you anymore. I'll look for Lu Shanchang."
ah? "Are you looking for Lu Shanchang? Watching a movie? After we finished dinner last night, didn't you go to the movie with him?" Go again?
"Don't you think he's funny? Anyway, I couldn't find anyone to watch the movie. I told him to help him solve his identity problem, but he had to be on call, and he agreed. I was actually just teasing him, hahaha , he’s just so fun.”
Lin Zhaoxia was silent.
"Qiuqiu, it's not easy for him. If you can help him solve his identity problem, it will undoubtedly be a new life for him. Now I don't know if Zhao Guangyuan will come over. He only has two friends like us."
"I know. Don't worry, I told my dad. My dad also likes him very much. He said he likes his calligraphy and paintings. Anyway, I want to find someone to watch movies, but he has nowhere to go. I just want to help him understand this era. ."
Watching movies is good, it can relax your mind. Not only has his smile disappeared in the past few days, but Lu Shanchang also has a worried look on his face.
Lin Zhaoxia could see that he was trying his best to be patient, but he was afraid that she and Chang would be sad, so he tried his best to comfort her. If Zhao Guangyuan never shows up again, then he will only have her and Chang Zhi.
At night, Lin Zhaoxia fell into a dream again, this time on the day when Zhao Guangyuan arrived at the imperial mausoleum.
