Chapter seven hundred and eighty first life no dead no corpse
Wen Renzheng looked at Li Buyi, who had an incomprehensible expression. He was stunned for a while, and finally glanced at the motorcade that was gradually turning into a black spot on the official road.
The disciple has the final say whether the world is in chaos or not!
Mu Ran, Wen Renzheng suddenly looked at Li Buyi: "Isn't this what senior brother has always said about destiny?"
Although Wen Renzheng did not directly ask the following words, the meaning is self-evident.
Li Buyi neither nodded in approval nor shook his head in denial. He twirled his messy beard and showed a look of confusion.
“The change in the way of heaven caught even me off guard!”
Wen Renzheng can be regarded as a person with quick thinking. From Li Buyi's words, he already understood that Li Buyi had already told him the answer to his question from the side.
After pondering for a long time, Wen Renzheng looked at Li Buyi calmly with his old and deep eyes.
“Senior brother, I have been practicing with you for more than four years. I have a question today, and I hope that I will give you some advice.”
“What is Tao?”
Wen Renzheng was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.
Li Buyi put the fly whisk on his arm and walked away along the official road with mysterious and weird steps.
“After studying the Tao for four years, the Tao is before your eyes; after studying the Tao for ten years, the Tao is in the horizon.
Tao is the way to reach the peak, Wuji is the ultimate, and there is no Tao is the Tao!
In the end, the old man came a step too late. The moment you took action, the cause and effect had already been established.
Go and find your own way!”
Li Buyi's voice, which was neither loud nor quiet, sounded like a bell from heaven and earth on both sides of Wen Renzheng's ears.
In Wen Renzheng's eyes, Li Buyi was obviously just walking on an ordinary road, but within a few breaths, Li Buyi's figure gradually disappeared on the long and narrow official road.
The snow on the boundless land refracted the colorful rays of light under the sunlight, and everything was completely silent. Looking up, there was nothing, as if the slovenly old Taoist priest who disappeared between heaven and earth had never appeared.
“The way is before your eyes.”
Wen Renzheng murmured four words softly, his cloudy eyes flashed with light, he sighed softly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and slowly hurried towards the north step by step.
One day later, heavy snow came again and lasted for two days.
As the soldiers’ carriages moved northward one after another.
The news of the death of King Liu Mingzhi, who was one of the kings of the country, swept through the entire northern Xinjiang like a tornado. Almost everyone knew about it. It also gradually radiated southward to Zhili, the capital, and gradually moved towards the capital.
When everyone heard the news, their first thought was that it was impossible.
However, as more and more people pass on this news, more and more people have no choice but to believe it from the initial disbelief.
In Dalong, many people may not know who their immediate superior, the governor of a government, the governor of a state, or the head of a county is.
But you definitely don’t know who Wang Liumingzhi is.
Sweet potatoes, winter wheat, these high-yield crops, stoves, Turkic beef and mutton jerky, and the wine of the Western Regions orchid have truly made the people feel the happy days of abundant food and clothing.
And the appearance of these things is indispensable without the figure of Wang Liu Mingzhi.
Since the beginning of the second year of Ruian, the imperial court has fought almost every year, and has collected grain and grass every year.
But in the past ten years, people seem to have forgotten what it is like to live frugally.
All I know is that I haven’t been hungry in many years.
Although we can't eat fine grains, we can have enough coarse grains to sustain ourselves. This was something that even the common people would not have dared to think about more than ten years ago.
The people who kept them full were, firstly, the land in their hands, and secondly, the high-yielding crops that gradually became popular as they wrote to the court side by side with the king.
After hearing the news that King Liu Mingzhi passed away, the people were initially shocked and disbelieving, and gradually became sad.
It's so good, why?
As the news of King Bingjian's court suicide spread again, the Spring Festival is approaching soon.
The common people gathered in the homes of the village elders, the village elders gathered in the homes of the village elders, and the village elders gathered in the county government offices.
Starting from this, officials from various state capitals finally gathered in the governor's house to discuss the matter.
This incident has not only affected the 27th Prefecture of Northern Xinjiang, but also more than a dozen state capitals adjacent to the 27th Prefecture of Northern Xinjiang have also been swept by this news.
Knowing that something was wrong, the governors of various places immediately sent letters to the court to report the matter and ask for advice on how to deal with it.
You and I have been married for thirteen years, sharing the same bed, and staying together day and night.
Let’s get married again in the next life!”
Qi Yun still doesn’t understand that the so-called leaving a letter is just an excuse from her husband. This is clearly her husband’s suicide note to arrange his funeral arrangements.
The grief-stricken Qi Yun, although she was saddened by her husband's behavior, could only hold on.
Distribute letters one by one according to the signatures on the envelopes.
Finally, today’s six beauties gathered in Fengyundu to find their husbands.
Liu Mingzhi did not receive Qi Yun's letter, but Sun Mingfeng, the personal general, did.
But the prince has passed away long ago and has only a few days left to live. He is currently lying in a coffin waiting to return to Northern Xinjiang and be laid to rest under the care of Princess Qi Yun. How can I reply to this letter?
Sun Mingfeng and others had several discussions to no avail. They really didn't know how to reply to the princess about the situation asked in the letter, so they could only put it on hold and planned to wait until they returned to the palace before reporting.
Liu Mingzhi had also heard about the letter from Qi Yun outside the coffin the day before, but he was worried that there were spies ambushing him among the soldiers, so he could only endure the anxiety in his heart and planned to politely sneak in to see him at night.
When I arrived, I asked her to write back to Yun'er to say that she was safe.
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However, after the arrangements were made and the Queen's letter was still on the way, the daughters of Qi Yun, after reading their respective letters, already galloped on the official road to Fengyundu with their hearts in confusion.
Among the girls, the one who suffered the most was the beautiful third princess, Li Yan.
The three princesses almost collapsed from all the rumors they heard along the way in Yingzhou Mansion.
The death of my husband was actually caused by the imperial court.
There is no need to say clearly who the imperial court is. Who else can it be besides Li Ye, the current emperor?
One is a close nephew with blood flowing in his body, and the other is a husband who is as gluey as lacquer and loves in every possible way.
Although it has not yet been confirmed, the three princesses caught in the middle are already at a loss.
Coupled with the rumors that her husband had passed away, the third princess was in a daze. She did not eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water for two days in a row.
Following the five sisters, they traveled day and night, braving the freezing cold wind and rushing non-stop to Fengyundu. They were already exhausted physically and mentally.
Compared with Qi Yun and the other five girls, the third princess can now be said to have a haggard face and no color. Looking at the bleak and chaotic appearance of Fengyundu, water mist condensed in the phoenix eyes, and the delicate body riding on the horse shook for a few times, and finally her eyes
Suddenly, it fell towards the snow.
Qi Yun was on the side of the third princess. She hurriedly turned over and dismounted. Looking at the third princess who was lying limply in the snow, although she was not injured, but due to mental exhaustion, she no longer had the graceful posture of the past. She let out a long sigh in a low voice and took off her waist.
The water bag in the room was sent to the dry and white lips of the third princess.
The fifth daughter had long discovered that something was wrong with the third princess, and had tried to comfort her more than once. However, the third princess had become depressed and ill. Apart from seeing her husband appear in front of her, there was no way to alleviate her current situation.
Heart disease also requires a heart medicine doctor.
But where is the husband’s medicine introduction now?
The six girls didn't know that they traveled day and night along the way, rushing non-stop to Fengyundu. When they encountered a city, they were so anxious that they bypassed the city and continued on their way.
As early as when he was in Tongzhou, he had already missed and passed by the personal guards stationed at Tongzhou Station.
Now we have arrived at Fengyundu, except for the bleak scene after the war.
Husband Liu Mingzhi can be said to have never been seen alive or dead.