Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

When Doctor Zhuang came in, she didn't want to pay any more attention to him and walked out angrily. The annoying stone bench in front of her was smashed by a palm. The wound opened and stained her white clothes red. Her fingertips were stained with blood. She held it in front of her eyes and looked at it again and again, feeling bitter in her heart.

He laughed out of anger and gradually became crazy. People in the room could hear the sound clearly, so they thought they could attract some attention.

But at this time, Su Ge was asking all kinds of questions. Doctor Zhuang was sure that he was asking the same person from beginning to end, and he could only sigh that maybe this was the gap between people.

I actually felt a little sympathy for Yi Fengbai outside. Those assassins were so desperate that no one trapped in them was unscathed, but he was the worst injured.

He was repeatedly told to take good care of his wounds and not let them split open again. Song Yue probably knew that it was useless to worry, so he just listened to her. Only after he calmed down did he feel how clear and painful the pain from the wounds was.

The review didn't take too long. Maybe injured people are prone to sleepiness, but I was really worried about Song Yue, so I asked one person after another to accompany her. Maybe this would distract her until He Ru came back.

Perhaps the commotion here was too loud, so the main force had to return to Beijing early.

Mo Shisan's death was not a good thing for He Ru, who was about to have good things happen, because he cared about Song Yue's mood, which would also affect his own mood.

So they invited Master Hejia, who happened to be traveling nearby, to help him pray for the souls of the deceased, and they found some comfort.

Master Hejia is a highly respected monk. His predictions are very accurate. Many people pay a lot of money but cannot get a divination from him. These monks seem to emphasize fate.

Song Yue had been guarding the mourning hall for two days. All these matters were arranged by Bo Qiu and Song Maobai. The naughty boy seemed to be aware of his responsibilities and grew up quickly.

But when she saw Master Hejia, Song Yue couldn't help but be shocked, and searched her mind for all the memories about him.

Before he could come out of his memories, He Jia spoke before him; "Amitabha, long time no see."

Yes, this person who looked familiar turned out to be someone I had known for a long time: "You are..."

Song Yue had long forgotten his previous name, but he understood what Song Yue meant, nodded and called out the person behind him.

"Third Brother!"

The person who rushed to the front of the Buddhist behind He Jia one step faster than Song Yue was Song Maobai. They had met each other over the years. Unlike Song Yue, his memory of this third brother was very vague, and he did not take the initiative to look for him, so he seemed much more unfamiliar with him.

"Amitabha, long time no see, Xiaobai."

It was as if a child who had been holding on finally found support. Song Maobai burst into tears without caring about his image, expressing the emotions he had been holding back for two days.

Song Maoyu also roughly understood the whole picture of the matter, but as a monk after all, it was not appropriate for him to interfere too much in these matters. He only comforted Song Yue with a few words as usual.

What else can you do?

I just feel more sincere and attentive when chanting sutras for the salvation of souls.

He saw Song Yue's listless look every day, and when there was no one in the mourning hall, he would kneel down with her and chat with her.

But the funeral couldn't last long, and Song Yue didn't want to leave any regrets in He Ru's marriage because of herself.

Despite others' opposition, she cremated Mo Shisan because she didn't want to leave him in a foreign country.

The long-awaited queen coronation ceremony finally arrived.

There was not a single mistake throughout the entire process. This was something Qin Yunqi had been preparing for for a long time. Any possible variables were nipped in the bud, including Su Ge.

After all, it was a major event in his life, and he was the protagonist of the day, so he didn't have much time to pay attention to others, because the process was far more complicated than he had imagined. The streets and alleys of the capital were full of joy, and he had no other thoughts for several days.

After the not-so-tiring sacrifice and enthronement ceremonies a few days ago, He Ru had already figured out some patterns of slacking off.

I was pulled out of bed early in the morning. Even though I was already accustomed to the ancient people's daily routine, I still couldn't stand it being too early.

It was like a mindless tool being manipulated by them, with his head nodding. When his head was fixed, it was time for him to open his eyes.

I still have to open the face, which is very painful. The sweat hairs on the face are twisted off with thin threads, just like the pain of forcibly plucking leg hair with a piece of transparent tape on it. But the skin on the face is much more delicate and fragile than that on the legs.

Fortunately, it was a repetitive action, so it didn't hurt as much as the first time, so I slept better.

He Ru and his family had no business worrying about time management, and before they knew it, the auspicious time calculated by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory had arrived.

The female official sang loudly and lifted the phoenix sedan chair. It was not until the moment before leaving that she realized that she was really about to get married. Her originally calm heart began to fluctuate. Looking at the elders, brothers and sisters standing in the courtyard, melancholy began to fill her heart.

She said goodbye to everyone one by one, and turned around without looking back. Everyone in the yard followed her out and watched her get on the phoenix carriage.

He Ru had seen big scenes before, but he was still shocked by the scene before him. The phoenix-shaped carriage, with glittering golden gauze and colorful feathers, was so lifelike that it felt so soft. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was all made of wood.

The rear of the vehicle drags a long tail that rises and falls as the wheels roll. The 583 pieces of thin wood and thousands of mortise and tenon joints act like joints, making it light and flexible. It does not feel stiff at all compared to the golden gauze as thin as a cicada's wing fluttering in the wind.

In addition to the huge phoenix head on the front of the car, there are also birds of different shapes and species surrounding it, which symbolizes that hundreds of birds are paying homage to the phoenix. Each shining bird has great ornamental and collection value when taken alone, but in front of the king of birds, it seems to lack some charm and dominance.

Although the phoenix's body is large, it is not simply graffiti or dyed. Fine lines can be seen on each feather, and the color blending makes it look even more golden and shimmering in the sun.

Once inside the carriage, it is not monotonous at all. Flowers, birds, and auspicious clouds are engraved everywhere visible to the naked eye. The bright red seat cushions echo the red feathers of the phoenix. From a distance, even the people sitting in it become part of the phoenix. This phoenix carriage is truly perfect.

An unprecedented sense of responsibility made He Ru realize at this moment that human growth often refers to the maturity and transformation of thoughts.

It is not uncommon for her to feel hesitant and confused, but as long as it is that person, she is willing to give it a try. Once she makes up her mind, she will dispel the hesitancy and confusion, find the direction, and move forward unswervingly.

When I left home, my father and brothers knelt down to say goodbye. I didn't need to look back to know that there was a group of people kneeling behind me.

Her position was higher than those who rode on tall horses. She could see the surrounding scenery clearly before she passed by, but she could not look around, left or right, and she could not look back.

The world is fantastic and wonderful, and everywhere you go there are magnificent views, but it is not enough to make people look back. The past is beautiful, but the future is even more worth looking forward to.