King's Landing: This attack is about to ascend the throne

The second year of Tiancheng, spring, the first month.

Wang Jun still ordered Yanchen to go back and defend Jianzhou.When Yanchen left Fuzhou and returned to Jianzhou, Wang Jun personally sent him to the city gate of Fuzhou.When they were about to part, Yan Chen said to Wang Jun,

"Brother Wang, please guard the legacy of the former king, and don't bother Yan Chen to come to Fuzhou again."

After hearing this, Wang Jun expressed his thanks respectfully and humbly in person. After turning around, his expression changed.

A Yue didn't wear the monk's uniform in the temple today, the hat on his head would make him feel extremely hot, so he simply took off his bun to let his slender hair flow.He hasn't felt this refreshing for a long time.

A Yue is waiting for a person to come today, and he knows that person will definitely come to see him again today.His thoughts drifted back to ten days ago, when that person came to see him for the first time.A Yue realized later that he had already had a selfish intention to return to the palace at that time.

Subconsciously, Ah Yue was just waiting for an appropriate excuse.At that time, the bells of Kaiyuan Temple still shocked his heart, but at the same time, he couldn't help but look at the Jinluanfeng Temple a few miles away.

At this time, Ah Yue would suddenly feel lost.He began to wonder who he was and why he fell here.He always recited scriptures during the day and dreamed at night.Facing the Buddha during the day, with a pure heart and few desires.Dreaming back to the palace at night, there is wind and moon, and lustful thoughts flow.

What kind of person is he? Ayue often looks at himself with doubtful eyes facing the dim yellow mirror.He is just a follower, a servant in Zhangfu.But no one is born as a follower, he must have his own parents, a family, and an identity.

In this way, he is really an orphan without a status, or even a wicked son without a biological father?Thinking of this, Ah Yue unconsciously looked at the intersection in the distance, as if a special person would suddenly run out there.

However, this person can't always laugh, which more or less brought him some sad feelings.When Cong Xiao asked him to leave here and follow him to the ends of the earth, he was afraid, and his face was torn apart by such love.

Of course he can give up everything here, no one here remembers who he is.He can leave everything here, and go away with the person who loves him deeply, as long as he wants.But is he willing?

No, so, he lied, he lied to the person who loved him deeply, even if he loved him, but his love was so vulnerable compared to the desire in his heart.He suddenly felt that he was not worthy of Cong Xiao, he had failed Cong Xiao's love.

Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it.The sky above Fuzhou City suddenly thundered and thundered, and the wind and rain raged. Gusts of wind swept towards the direction of Kaiyuan Temple, as if a stream of air gathered from all directions.

Now, Ayue is sitting alone in front of the desk, which is next to the window of the room, and he can look out the window at the winding mountain road, which seems to be an endless life.Ah Yue took out the four treasures of the study - pen, ink, paper and inkstone.While grinding the ink, he was thinking about what to write to Cong Xiao's new letter.A Yue digs deep into his heart, he doesn't want to have any more secrets, just like when he gave his body to Cong Xiao without any concealment, now he wants to tell Cong Xiao everything in his subconscious.It's crazy!

A Yue couldn't stop his thoughts at all, he couldn't stop himself from frantically exposing the dark side of his heart to Cong Xiao.Perhaps, people must be crazy, Wang Zizheng thinks so, maybe not crazy is just another form of crazy.Ah Yue is crazy, why not the Queen?The queen imprisoned Liu Congxiao, and tried to persuade Congxiao to obey her with extremely rational language.

So at this zero-degree moment, madness and rationality have not yet been distinguished.People convict themselves of their normality by imprisoning others.Men communicate and affirm each other through the ruthless language of non-madness in the activity of the supreme reason that imprisons others, after which reason inflicts its atrocities on the irrational in order to save its own truths about madness, negligence, and disease.

To search for lost time is, in fact, to search for truth, for there is an essential connection between truth and time.Likewise, in love, in nature, or in art, the crucial issue is not pleasure but truth.Or rather, we have only the thrill and pleasure corresponding to the discovery of truth.The envious person experiences a little pleasure when he is able to unravel a lie of the beloved, just as an interpreter is finally able to translate a difficult text—even if the translation brings himself an unpleasant and painful information.

Who seeks the truth?The man who says "I want the truth", what is he trying to say?Don't people naturally have a desire to seek the truth, a will to seek the truth?The search for truth can only take place when we are confined to a specific situation, that is, when we are compelled to do so by some force.There is always a symbolic force that drives us to seek, that robs us of peace.Truth is not discovered through likeness or good will, but is revealed before unconscious symbols.

Remembrance is always temporal, and truth is always the truth of time, and time itself is plural.The distinction between elapsed time and reappeared time is crucial.There is the truth of time that passes, as there is the truth of time that reappears.Gone time is not just past time, past time has changed us and made the past into nothing.Elapsed time is still time lost by people, why waste time doing meaningless things?And reappeared time is above all the time that people rediscover in the past time, which gives us an image of eternity.The recurring time is, however, an original and absolute time, a true eternity affirmed in art.

There are some symbols that force us to think about the elapsed time, that is, the passage of time, the disillusionment of what was once, the transformation of beings.It is a revelation to see again those we were once familiar with, because their faces are no longer familiar to us, thus bringing the signs and effects of time to a pure state - time changes the face's A feature of one kind that lengthens, diminishes, or eliminates another.Time, in order to be visible, seeks out bodies, and wherever it finds them, it seizes them in order to display its image in them.

For deeper reasons, it can be said that the symbol of love transcends its own transformation and destruction.It is the symbol of love that leads to the purest state of elapsed time.Love is always planning its own demise, imitating its own cessation.Love is like death when we imagine we can live long enough to see the faces of those who will leave us.Likewise, we imagine that we will love enough to savor the regrets of the person we will no longer love.It is true that we repeat those old loves, but it is equally true that our real love, in its fullness, repeats its moment of cessation or tone of its own end.

Objectively speaking, same-sex love is deeper than heterosexual love.In its infinity, there is a fundamental "androgyny" in our love.However, the "hermaphrodites" mentioned here do not refer to those who can fertilize themselves.Far from integrating the two sexes, on the contrary, it separates the two sexes, from which there continue to be two separate same-sex series.Heterosexual love is only a facade that hides the respective purposes of the two sexes, all the depths in which everything is constituted, yet socially excluded.If it is said that these two same-sex series are the deepest, it is still speaking from the perspective of symbols.

Involuntary memories bring us strong emotions about death.The intervention of unconscious memories, a feeling of the past tries to superimpose and connect with the feeling of reality, and make the latter expand to different time periods at the same time.However, the materiality of the sensation of reality in opposition to the past makes this superimposed pleasure give way to a feeling of flight, an emotion of irreparable loss, in which the past feels Pushed into the depths of lost time.

The value of what a sane, profound man says lies in its apparent content, in its definite, objective, considered meaning.We shall gain little from it, only abstract possibilities, if we do not reach other truths by other means.These ways are precisely ways of signs.

However, once we are in love with an ordinary or dull person, he is richer in his symbols than the deepest and most witty person.The more short-sighted and narrow-minded a woman is, the more he will be compensated by symbols, which often betray him and debunk a lie about his inability to form rational judgments or have coherent thoughts.

We are not as loyal to the one we love most as we are to ourselves, and it is a characteristic of ourselves that we forget him sooner or later just to be able to love again.Those we once loved bring us one pain after another.

Yet the broken chain they form constitutes an object of pleasure for the intellect.It is by reason, then, that we are able to discover that which at first was beyond our knowledge.But when we think we are wasting time, we have relearned symbols.We have learned that our idle life and our labor are one and the same: my life... a calling.

If each kind of symbol has its prominent time latitude, then it also overlaps with other time lines and possesses other dimensions of time.Our lost time lives on in love, even in symbols of feeling.While the elapsed time has been presented in our daily life, it still exists in sensory symbols.The time we rediscover reacts to the time we lose and the time that passes.