Eastward Flow

The scorching flames licked every inch of the dry place, raised a high wall of fire, and rushed towards it from all directions.Violent thick smoke poured into the chest cavity from the nose and mouth, filling every inch of the place that could touch the air.The oppression of suffocation hammered the lungs, causing tearing pain.

Almost dead, already almost dead.That was the end of it, her life was precarious like a dead branch.

In the end, I still couldn't see that person.

Lonely... Queen.

The tyranny of Emperor Assassin put an end to the Zhongli royal family of Chu State, and the emperor who lost the hearts of all the people was finally abandoned by the people who were caught in the flood.The rebellious officials and thieves took the opportunity to revolt, pointed their swords at the high throne, and captured Yuanzhou City, the imperial capital.

The only thing an incompetent emperor like her can do is to entrust the jade seal in her hand to its destined person, and return the world a Haiqingheyan.Only in this way can we face the ancestors under the Nine Springs.

There is no one more suitable than you.

Alone, Queen.

But Gu, I haven't been able to explain Daoming clearly to you.

She tried her best to support her body, holding the shakuhachi in her hand, and blowing intermittently.The voice of Yulong that was once praised by Kyushu Sheng, now only remains the hoarseness of the subjugated country, resounding low in the empty cold palace.

The last wail was silenced as the shakuhachi made of jade knocked on the bitingly cold stone slab.The emperor curled up, lying in the scorching fire, with his eyes wide open, he tried hard to look at the dark front.

It's so quiet, as if returning to the place where I lived when I was young.The emperor embraced the shakuhachi left by his mother, greedily enjoyed the last bit of warmth, and was finally buried in the scorching furnace.

"Turn... back..."

"Turn... back..."

The woman's gentle voice reached my ears from far and near.The cheek was gently stroked, and the warm touch finally pulled her back from the dream.The boy opened his eyes bewilderedly, and vaguely saw an elegant and dignified lady looking at him worriedly, followed by a soft call: "Zu..."

It took her a long time to think away before she realized where she was in a trance. She looked at the woman with blurred eyes, and saw the other party smiling softly: "Su... it's here, don't sleep."

As soon as the words fell, those noisy voices that seemed to be shielded rushed into her ears, completely awakening the sleepy bug hidden in her body.The maid beside Hou laughed softly, and said unceremoniously: "Fortunately, the madam is here, otherwise I don't know what to do. The second son fell asleep all the way, and he didn't wake up when he passed the market."

Hearing what the maid beside him said, the young man named Su had no choice but to smile. He raised his eyes and saw the beautiful woman looking at him with worried eyes, "You are not feeling well? If you are not feeling well, go back to the manor Let the medical staff take a look."

Those eyes were too gentle, very much like the eyes that looked at him when he was a child.The boy's heart softened, he looked at the woman sincerely, and said, "Mother, it's fine."

"En." The woman looked her over carefully again, and nodded after seeing that her face was fine, "That's good, then get out of the car."

After listening, he nodded, got up briskly, opened the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, the autumn sunshine in Lanzhou is just right.

The fierce light fell straight on the young man's body, and the bright sun shone on that fair and handsome face, and then fell on her slender and tall figure like a poplar, clearly portraying the arrogance of Lanzhou nobles.

The young man raised his eyebrows, raised his hand towards the carriage that had just come down from above, and said in a raised voice: "Mother, you are home, please get out of the carriage with your son."

The maids opened the curtains, and the beautiful woman bent over and stepped out of the carriage.Hou's guards on both sides drove Ma Deng away, and saw the woman stretch out her hand, patted the boy's palm lightly, and cursed with a smile: "Naughty." But she didn't refuse, holding the boy's hand Stepping on the stool, he got out of the carriage.

The woman took a step forward, and dropped her gentle words, "Shu'er, hurry up, didn't you shout that you were hungry earlier, don't shout again if you slow down."

The young man raised his head, looked at the majestic mansion gate standing in front of him, and his eyes fell on the four thorny gold characters on the door plaque, and he paused for a moment.

Zhenbei Hou Mansion, the residence of Zhenbei Hou Lezhengqin in Lanzhou.Le Zhengqin... I remember that when Emperor Zhao was in power, he was just General Pingbei who was stationed in Lanzhou, but now he is a Marquis.

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

If she hadn't clearly known her posthumous title, she would have thought that all this was just a dream of her own.When she woke up again, she was no longer Zhong Lisuo, the king of subjugation, but Le Zhengsu, the second son of Marquis Zhenbei.

His thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and when he heard his mother's voice, Zhong Lisuo hurriedly pulled back his thoughts, stepped on the solid stone slab in front of Zhenbeihou's mansion, and followed his mother's steps, "Here we come."

A large piece of sunlight was left behind by her, covering the vast sky of the state capital, sweeping across the cold land of Lanzhou.

I have never expected to be able to set foot on the solid ground again, embracing the warmth of the sun.But now she can truly breathe every inch of cool and fresh air. No matter what the reason is, once again she feels that she is so truly alive in the world, and she vividly shows her life posture.

This was the late autumn of the seventh year of Yuanhe, and the disaster that destroyed the imperial capital of Chu was quelled in the spring of the fourth year of Yuanhe.The marshal who led the army to quell the rebellion was none other than Xuan Jingchen, the empress of Emperor Zhao who went north to drive the barbarians.

The queen who recaptured Yuanzhou City received the Zen edict written by Emperor Zhao before his death, and with the full support of courtiers, she ascended the throne holding the Jade Seal of Chuanguo.In the same year, the empress did not change the year name, but changed the country name to "Qing".

The Central Plains, where the Chinese in Kyushu lived, transitioned from the end of the Chu State to the beginning of the Qing State in such a smooth manner.

The common people, who had been trembling for more than ten years under the brutal rule of Emperor Chu at the end of Chu, finally ushered in a wise and reliable king.The country, which became more and more decadent due to the war, gradually glowed with due vitality under the rule of the founding monarch of the Qing Dynasty.

Just like the tender buds that break out of the ground in spring, they gradually bloom gracefully under the sun.

And Lanzhou, which is located in the northern part of the Qing Kingdom, shows the vitality that belongs to the vastness of the north.Even in late autumn, it is still very bright.

Zhong Lisuo, who had returned from the Taoist temple with his mother, hadn't recovered from enjoying the warmth of the sun again, when he was hurriedly summoned to the main hall to welcome the imperial decree from the imperial capital.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the edict says..." She knelt behind her parents, listening to the edict read by the Yinhui Holy Envoy, her head was in a daze.

Before there was too much psychological construction, the envoy said with a smile: "Congratulations to Lord Zhenbei for his promotion, please hurry up and receive the order."

Her current father, the man with a very elegant appearance, took the imperial decree and bowed reverently towards the south, "Thank you Lord Long for your kindness."

As he spoke, he exchanged a few words with the envoy before sending him out of the house.

Although he has been in a high position for many years, Le Zhengqin, who has accepted the decree of returning to the imperial court, is still overjoyed.Entering from the door with a happy face, he said to his wife: "Your Majesty ordered me to deal with the affairs of the early city and arrive at the imperial capital as soon as possible. This year is still in a hurry, and there is still a palace banquet at the end of the year, and matters in the mansion I have to trouble Madam."

The beautiful and dignified woman shook her head, and said softly: "My husband, don't worry, I will take care of the affairs in the mansion. Suer...do you want to follow?"

As she spoke, she set her eyes on the absent-minded young man.After listening to his wife's words, the elegant Zhenbeihou also looked away, and looked at his thin child together.

"Asu..." The man's steady and powerful voice brought back her wandering thoughts, Zhong Lisuo was startled for a moment, nodded immediately, and replied, "Yes."

Seeing her slow and dull reaction, the man sighed and looked at his wife.His wife turned her eyes like water, met him, and looked at her child worriedly, silent.

It was already late at night, and the cold wind of late autumn rushed to the doors and windows, shaking the withered branches in the pavilion and making noise.Mrs. Lezheng, who had finished washing, helped her husband take off the complicated coat. Thinking about the things during the day, she sighed and said, "It's only been half a year since I went back to the imperial capital. I'm afraid it will be unbearable." Live so tiring."

"How about if my husband returns to the south first, and Su'er and I return to the imperial capital next spring?"

Sure enough, upon hearing what his wife said, Le Zhengqin hesitated for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "Su'er's health is almost in good shape, he can run and jump, Madam don't have to worry so much. Besides, Madam has already You haven't returned to court with me for three years, and Ying'er hasn't seen you for three years, so returning to court this time, just happens to be a family reunion, isn't it wonderful?"

"Can……"

"Don't worry." The man embraced his weak wife, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Hasn't Su'er been awake for a long time? It's just going back to the imperial capital, and nothing will happen."

"It'll be all right."

The man's gentle consolation dissipated in the night wind.The cold night wind gushed out from the corner of the night, and blew towards the delicate window lattices of the Nuan Pavilion on the east side of Zhenbeihou's Mansion.

Le Zhengsu lay flat on the warm quilt, the noise of the wind filtered through his ears, and he opened his eyes to look at his dim tent by the hazy moonlight.

She was transferred back to the imperial capital from Lanzhou and served as Minister of the Ministry of War. Her father, Le Zhengqin, was reused.In addition to her eldest sister who is currently serving as the Minister of the Ministry of War, Le Zheng's family is very valued by that person.

Yes, after all, this is her old department in Lanzhou.Those timid hypocrites in Yuanzhou probably won't like her very much.It seems that it won't take long for the government to change its pattern drastically.

It doesn't matter if it is changed, if it is changed, there will be no more people who lost [-]% of their grain harvest because of corrupt officials, and no children who starved to death on the streets of the imperial capital.

There were many things that should not have happened in a mess in his mind, which disturbed Zhong Lisuo's hard-won determination.She thought about the cold and hard palace walls when she was a child, she thought about being displaced when she was young, she thought about the warm blood gushing out from under the cold dagger, and she thought about the fire that burned everything before she opened her eyes.

Scene after scene flashed through my mind, and finally settled on that person's exquisite face.

Yuanzhou City, the place where she was buried all her life.When they step in again, will they meet again?

Now, will we meet again?

Zitong.