The spring buried deep in the ground finally saw the sun after a thousand years of absence after breaking through the thick soil. The spring only remembered that before its thousand-year predecessor was suddenly buried, it was still a place with jagged rocks. When he reappeared, he was surrounded by towering towers.
The giant dragon bamboos are like tall and straight guardians of the forbidden area, guarding the spring that has been sealed for thousands of years. But at this time, the guards did not care about the rebuilding of this forbidden thing. Perhaps it is a long time, they
Feeling sorry for the poor guy too.
The gushing joy made it build a home for itself, a home deep in the mountains and old forests that no one had discovered. Then it played its own music to attract the incoming guests. It didn’t know who it was, but it didn’t matter.
In its eyes, there is no distinction between good and bad.
The movement has welcomed many passers-by, but no one has stopped for it. It does not blame them, it only blames its own movement for not being good enough, so it is changing, it is changing.
I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that his changes had achieved success. It welcomed a long-term guest of his and stayed with him for five years. Five years later, this guest left and never came back again.
It was left alone as an only son, playing the lonely music for those giant dragon bamboos who didn't know how to appreciate it. The thousand-year ban made him learn to be lonely, and it didn't blame him.
I don’t know how long it took, but it welcomed its second guest, a very young man. He would come every day and quietly listen to his own music on the big rock he prepared. It didn’t pray for him.
I can accompany you forever, I just hope that this life will be as long as possible.
Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the stone with his eyes closed, doing nothing or thinking about anything. He just listened quietly to the sound of spring water emerging from the ground. For ten days, he came every day as soon as the sun came up.
At this point, Buddhism emphasizes emptiness. They believe that the world is empty. If Chen Mo can't see the world as empty, then he should let himself go.
Yan Yu was still curious a few days ago, so she followed Chen Mo to stay by the pool, but she soon gave up. As long as Chen Mo came here, she would go and play by herself. Chen Mo said that it should be safe in Liusu Mountain.
Yes, but to be on the safe side, it’s best not to go too far.
Chen Mo stayed here for a whole day. When he was thirsty and hungry, he drank a few sips of the clear spring water. He only returned to his cabin at night to eat something casually. He didn't lose much weight after ten days.
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Changjing, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, was the capital of the Tang Dynasty and the center of all power. The prosperous scenery at that time has disappeared. People living in Changjing now can only daydream about that time through various remaining old objects.
of prosperity.
The only thing that has been preserved relatively intact is the imperial palace that was once loved by the Tang kings. Although the emperor who lives in it now still has the surname Tang, he is no longer the same Tang.
The Prince's Mansion, located in the western suburbs of Changjing, is the residence of Prince Wuyou, who is only eighteen years old. He is the fifth son of the emperor and the only prince besides the prince who can still stay in Changjing.
The location of the Prince's Mansion is very quiet, like a giant sleeping soundly in a small town. People of this status will have many family vassals near their home, but this Prince's Mansion does not have any, only some second- and third-rate people.
Families, these families may be arrogant in other places, but here, they are ordinary people. In fact, their appearance is not really to gain influence, but to provide some life conveniences for the palace and appear here.
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Behind the solemn high gate is a lotus pond, with emerald green lotus leaves scattered high and low, and flower-protecting poles protruding from the gaps in the lotus leaves, revealing one's tall figure, with delicate and beautiful flower-protecting flowers.
The tops are in full bloom, vying for beauty.
A housekeeper hurriedly walked along the corridor next to the lotus pond, heading deeper into the house, and had no time to admire their enchanting scenery.
The butler walked around the empty front hall and headed towards the backyard. On the way, the maids and maids in their twenties and eighties carefully avoided the big steward when they saw him, and only continued their work after he passed by.
There is a back garden in the palace, which is quiet and cool. In summer, the owner of the palace often comes here to enjoy the coolness. At this time, King Wuyou, who is wearing a loose silk robe, is sitting upright in the pavilion, with a half-covered black gauze on his face.
The woman sat opposite him. Her breathtaking red phoenix eyes made people feel fearful, but the man opposite her was not afraid at all, and his eyes were full of smiles.
The woman looked at the letter in her hand, and there was no joy or sadness in her eyes. Only King Wushu was eating the small fruits on the table slowly.
"I heard that Jiang You and Jiang Zuo from the Chu State have begun to compete openly. Although we and the Xia State have never paid attention to the Chu State, the Shang State has always wanted to devour it." Wuyou.
Wang not only said slowly.
"Although Tang Jie and Tang Zhou are cruel by nature, they still have certain strategies. The most important thing is that they are not as conflicted about their position as Jiang Zuo and Jiang You." The woman's voice was full of arrogance and daring.
"A father and son, a pair of brothers, how can they compare? Sooner or later, the chair in the Shang Kingdom belongs to Tang Zhou, but on the chair in the Chu Kingdom, only one of the two brothers of the Jiang family can sit on it." King Wuyou took it.
A small fruit was handed to the woman and he said, "Eat it."
"So what about father and son? I wonder if Tang Zhou had the patience to wait for me..."
"You probably don't have the patience." Seeing that the woman didn't pick it up, King Wuyou luckily withdrew his hand and put the fruit into his mouth.
"Jiang You used his sister's fake death in exchange for a large sum of military expenses, allowing him to gain a firm foothold in the Three Continents of Northern Chu, but I don't know which master helped him."
"Who are you still nervous about? Anyway, it's not what my elder brother is worried about. What you should be worried about is the prince who is one step away from sitting on the dragon throne." King Wuyou shook his head and said. "The trick of feigning death is indeed true.
Gao, not only did he not send Jiang Nu away, but he also used the funerary items as military supplies, which solved the financial problem that had been restricting Jiang You. I admire him, I admire him, should I write it into a script?"
The woman glanced at King Wuyou who was thinking about this matter and knew that he really had this plan.
"Oh, yes, yes, not only this incident of Jiang Nu deserves to be written down, but also the incident of her being kidnapped later. Such a wonderful thing is several times better than listening to the plot.
It saved the day both times.”
"Save some ink. Don't be tempted to cross the Jiuqu River and cause trouble to your elder brother." The woman arranged the letter in her hand.
"That's right, let Jiang Nu continue to lie down. He suddenly jumped out and caused quite a commotion. Cough cough cough cough."
"Do you want to go back and rest?" the woman asked after hearing his cough.
"I rest every day. I don't want to move anymore. The imperial doctor also asked me to move less."
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"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is here." The housekeeper called softly outside the courtyard gate.
"My eldest brother is here. That's great. I don't know what delicious food he will bring this time." King Wuyou said happily.
When the woman heard this, she got up and left.
"Don't you see him?" King Wuyou asked, looking at the woman's leaving figure, even though he already knew the answer.
"I don't want to listen to what these two grown men have to say." The woman left without saying anything, leaving King Wuyou alone in the garden.
A noble carriage stopped at the gate of the palace. Under the escort of the guards, it approached the open gate. He was first attracted by the beautiful lotus in the pond and said: "Only the green lotus and the red lotus, roll
Open and close to let your innocence go."
Although he didn't receive any praises, he was still satisfied and walked towards the depths of the house in a familiar way. The servants passed by the housekeeper. At this time, they all knelt on the ground in front of this man, not daring to look directly at him.
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The prince quickly arrived at the courtyard gate. The guards stayed outside the courtyard gate. He walked in with a basket of fruits. Soon he came to the pavilion where King Wuyou was. King Wuyou stood quietly in the shadow of the pavilion.
Looking down at the visitor, he still had that gentle smile.
"Brother, you are here." King Wuyou said happily.
"Sit, sit, sit. I've told you so many times. If you are weak, you don't have to stand to greet me. You can do whatever makes you feel comfortable." The prince hurriedly helped his younger brother, fearing that a gust of wind would blow over and cause him to fall over.
Down.
"So, I am welcoming my brother's arrival in the most comfortable posture."
"Oh, you, you, I can't speak to you."
They both sat down on the chairs next to the table. The prince felt that there was still warmth on the chair, but he didn't care and asked, "My brothers and sisters are reading in the room again?"
"Yes, it's the East Wing Pavilion that's been selling the most recently in Changjing City. Do you want me to have someone call her over?" King Wuyou said, looking into his eldest brother's eyes.
"No, but you still have to talk about her. You should read less of those resentful boudoir stories."
"What the elder brother said is that I will talk to her tomorrow. As for whether she will listen or not, I can't say." King Wuyou shrugged.
"You just dote on her too much." The prince pointed at him.
"In my last days, I just want the people around me to live carefree, just like me." Although this sentence is a bit sad, he said it very brightly.
"Why, your condition has worsened again."
"No, no, it's still the same." King Wuyou looked at his brother's frown and continued: "Don't put on such an expression. The best thing is that there is no change."
"..."
"Why are you here today when you are free? Why don't you help your father review the memorial?"
The prince sighed and said, "Father is ill."
When King Wuyou heard this, the smile on his face disappeared and he said, "Are you seriously ill?"
"It's not serious." The prince shook his head, and then continued: "But this is the third time this month, and the doctor can't explain why."