Yezhao Sandbar

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Just this short moment.

The figure falling on his back disappears into the sea of ​​clouds and the rosy clouds. The last look left in the world is the sadness that cannot be loved. The last choice in this life is to see through and let go.

Sai Mo's empty gaze still stayed in the direction where the man disappeared, his face seemed to still have the touch of his sleeves, and the brows were a little bright red.

He still remembers Yingzhe's eyes at the moment when he saw him lead the rope down, it was Saran who understood the situation of the world and analyzed life and death, he pushed Sima Ye into Duan Qianmo's arms, and sent the princess's body into his hands , while he himself fell on his back without any memory.

The knife cut into the palm of his left shoulder, leaving a torn wound. One can imagine how deep the knife was.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood between his eyebrows, a little cinnabar red on his index finger gradually bloomed in his eyes, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, in a sea of ​​bright red hibiscus flowers, a little child carved like jade hugged him in a soothing gesture, " Don't cry, don't cry, I don't have a mother, I will accompany you in the future."

He recalled his response at that time, and after thinking for a long time, he recalled that it seemed to be: "Will you stay with me for the rest of your life?"

He replied: "Forever!"

Finally being pulled up to the top of the cliff, all the guards surrounded him. Duan Qianmo's face was pale, and he was supported by Wu Fu to sit up. When he was catching Sima Ye just now, he lost his balance on the tiptoe of the cliff, and the rope threw them both. Open, when he hit the cliff, he used his body to help Sima Ye block the violent impact, turned his face away and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sima Ye immediately opened his clothes, and the baby in his arms closed his eyes tightly without breathing.

Seeing this, the soldiers couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

Sima Ye took a deep breath, decided to treat the dead horse as a horse doctor, grabbed the child's ankle with one hand and lifted it upside down, and hit the child's back sparingly.

The loud slaps made the men feel terrified. Although the children may not feel the pain, but such a small baby was beaten, and it would be unbearable.

Someone shouted: "Don't beat the child, let's collect it properly!"

Sima Ye ignored it and continued to beat him.

Duan Qianmo sat on the side, quietly watching Sima Ye beat his child. Others may not understand his feelings for this child, but he does.

Sima Ye poured all of his guilt and hopes for Sima Qing into this child who was born later. It was a ray of light he found in the lost path of Yongan. If this child could not be saved, he would collapse and die Punish yourself again and sink to the bottom in loss and regret.

Sima Ye put the child down and lay flat on his lap, then bent down.

"call!"

There was a burst of exclamation.

He opened the child's bloody mouth, blocked his own, and sucked hard.

Duan Qianmo's eyes widened, and he wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he gave up and let him try his best once.

Sima Ye sucked out a mouthful of thick phlegm, he was overjoyed, spat out the dirt in his mouth, picked up the child again, and patted the soles of his feet.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and held their breath, staring at the little thing in his hand without blinking, and saw that the child's mouth seemed to squirm with sharp eyes.

The copper bell that echoed faintly just now seemed to be getting closer and closer, and the low-pitched Sanskrit sound was interspersed in the bell, like the light of Buddha dispelling the haze, and the radiance was dazzling.

The dark crowd looked up one after another, the golden light in the sky spread out in a fan shape, the mountains and haze gradually disappeared, and the entire sky was clean and bright.

When the sun on the top of the head lifted the golden light, the bright light brushed over everyone's face.

Everyone looked up at the round of Buddha's light infinitely, but heard a clear cry, and then the Sanskrit singing lingered around their ears for a long time.

Someone yelled: "The child is alive!"

Then there were shouts of surprise from all directions, "The child is alive!"

The entire mountain was boiling, and tens of thousands of people cheered together. The sound waves rolled like thunder, shaking the pulse of the sky. Every tree and every tuft of grass on the entire mountain danced and rejoiced.

Amidst the sound waves, Sima Ye hugged the crying baby and stood up slowly. The crowd made way for a passage, and at the other end, a group of lamas in yellow cassocks surrounded a lotus bed and walked slowly.

The sound stopped, and everyone bowed reverently, facing the holy lotus throne.

The chief lama proclaimed the Buddha's name, and silently fell down in Sima Ye's direction. All the lamas put down their lotus seats and prostrated themselves on the ground with their hands raised high.

The men who believed in living Buddhas followed and fell to the ground to pay homage to the new generation of living Buddhas.

Duan Qianmo's guards looked at each other, a little puzzled, and only looked at the big and small people bathed in the Buddha's light, solemn and holy, so holy that they couldn't bear to blaspheme with their eyes.

……

Daxing Imperial City, the Holy Palace, Hao Junxuan.

Duan Zimo's personal servant Dequan bowed and retreated, carefully closed the palace door, turned around, and drove out the palace gate of Hao Junxuan's palace servants who were surrounding the palace gate trying to watch the excitement.

A few years ago, Xi Fan came to report that the second twin son of the king of Xi Fan was identified by the drawing of lots from the golden urn as the No. 12 living Buddha handed down from generation to generation.

This is news that shocked the whole country, and it has both advantages and disadvantages for the stability of a country.

The Han people are identified as the reincarnated living Buddha, which will eliminate the barriers between religions, calm the war, and appease all ethnic groups in the Northwest, but the father of this living Buddha should not be the brother of the Holy One, let alone the vassal king of the frontier. It shouldn't be the vassal king who guards the two passes in the northwest.

The king of the vassal was easy to cause the emperor to guess, so the nine-five-year-old supreme couldn't sit still, and issued an imperial decree to call the king of the Western vassal back to the palace.

The vassal kings of all dynasties were called back to Fengque, the contest between the monarch and his ministers, and the final outcome. There are too many examples to count. No vassal king came back like Duan Qianmo without evasion.

The ministers inside and outside the palace, the masters of the palace, the civil servants and military generals of the various factions in the court are all waiting to see what the Holy One will do and the fate of Xifan.

A wisp of green smoke curled up silently in the incense burner, and the brothers of the monarch and ministers set up a square chessboard.

After five years of separation, Duan Qianmo marveled at the vicissitudes of the emperor. He was white before he was old, and his temples were covered with frost and snow. Although his handsome features were still as if cut by a knife, his eyes had faded from the past.

"It's been five years, and I never thought you'd still be playing bad chess." Duan Zimo picked up the tea and said with a teasing smile, "It seems that you are busy with official duties, so you won't be free if you don't meditate."

Duan Qianmo could hear the insinuations in these words, and he immediately spread out his intentions and confessed his intentions, "My brother is not talented, and I have made no achievements in Suzhou in the past five years. I want to be called back to the palace at this time to ask the emperor to resign , I hope that the emperor's brother will allow you to withdraw from the domain."

Duan Zimo looked at him for a long time with a scrutinizing gaze, and said: "Since I handed over Xifan to you, there is absolutely no reason to take it back. Besides, your title is hereditary, don't you want to leave it for your son for the rest of his life?" Grace?"

Duan Qianmo bowed and said: "My wife has no blessing to die early, and a foolish son has no mother to teach me. I want to teach the two children myself, so that they won't be like me."

"How's it going?" Duan Zimo asked.

"The general relationship between father and son is cold!"

"Bang!" The teacup hit heavily, and the tea splashed everywhere!

Duan Zimo narrowed his eyes, and reprimanded: "You are disrespecting the late emperor with such words, believe it or not, I will punish you now!"

Duan Qianmo squatted down and kowtowed, looked up at Duan Zimo's eyes, and asked: "Does the emperor think that what the minister said is false?"

His eyes were clear, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Scenes of childhood flashed before Duan Zimo's eyes. In fact, there is no need to recall, which child born in the emperor's family can fully enjoy the love of his father, even many years ago. As the prince, he is the same, longing for the embrace of his father.

"Get up!" He said in a deep voice, "As a father, don't just kneel!"

Duan Qianmo pursed his lips, seeming to have something to say, since he didn't get up, it must be the next request that might offend the emperor.

Duan Zimo stared at him condescendingly, frowned and said, "Say!"

"My brother wants to settle down in Dunhuang, I hope the emperor will make it happen!"

"Dunhuang?" Duan Zimo looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Why do you want to go beyond the Great Wall? That's the territory of the Yueshi." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly said: "Could it be that the rumors are true, you and the Yueshi King... "

Speaking of this, the emperor paused.

First of all, he asked to withdraw the feudal clan to avoid the turmoil and live a stable life, but now he proposes to settle in Dunhuang. Although he is alone without an official position, his reputation is still there. Settling in Dunhuang and being with King Yueshi is equally daunting .

Thank goodness he dared to mention it!

He will never allow this kind of thing, his body is getting worse day by day, if something goes wrong, the crown prince has not yet reached the crown, the young man will have to fight outside when he ascends the throne, he can't let this happen, he will leave it to the prince What must be a peaceful world is Haiqingheyan.

However, if he wants to serve Xi Fan willingly, he must be appeased, and he cannot be vetoed immediately. This matter must be discussed in the long run.

Duan Zimo helped Duan Qianmo up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's not impossible to promise you, but you also have to promise me one condition."

"Brother, please tell me."

"Withdraw the domain first, and when the crown prince ascends the throne a hundred years later, I will give you back your freedom!"

……

Two years later

Emperor Yan died in Nanshan, Jiangning during his southern tour. Due to the warmer weather in April, the body was not easy to preserve.

A country cannot be without a king for a day, Yan Emperor Zigong was enshrined in the Zhenghe Hall of the Imperial Palace for [-] days, and then moved to the Funeral Hall. After another ten days, a full month later, the crown prince ascended the throne.

Once the new king came to congratulate him from all directions, the envoys from various countries arrived in Daxing City one after another, and the post house, Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites, which received foreign officials, were extremely busy these few days.

The last one to come to the mission was Yueshi. Among the long team of honor guards, there was a green cloth topped carriage. The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and two chubby baby faces were crowded, watching curiously the endless traffic on the long street. Crowds and a wide variety of shops.

This is Daxing City. Aunt Yun said that this is my father’s hometown. It turns out that my father’s hometown is so lively, much more lively than Dunhuang, but there is no desert here, no blue sky above the desert, and no beautiful camel bells. Dunhuang is better.

"Look, twins! What a beautiful pair of dolls!"

The onlookers on both sides of the long street noticed the two faces on the car window, exclaimed, and all their eyes were attracted.

A pair of hands reached out from the carriage, carrying one in each hand, carried the two small things in, and lowered the curtain.

"Sit down, or there will be no food tonight!"

Yunwu's threatening face was very effective. The two little things immediately lowered their heads and sat down obediently. Their eyes turned to Sima Ye who was reading a book, wanting to ask for help.

"Don't look at me, I have to listen to her." He didn't look sideways, but there was a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hug from foster father!"

The two boys stretched out their hands together, begging for comfort with their mouths flattened.

Sima Ye glanced at Yunwu, but he didn't move yet. After a few "papapapa", Yunwu slapped his four little hands all over the place.

"You can't spoil them!" Yun Wu said seriously.

Sima Ye looked at her helplessly, and said softly, "Xiaoyao and Xiao Nian are still young."

Yun Wu said: "It's because you are still young, so you have to raise it well." She glanced at the two little things who were staring at her eagerly, and sighed: "This is the blood of the prince. I don't ask them to be famous, as long as they Live healthy, happy and safe, and I don’t know if it’s right to bring them to Daxing this time.”

After Duan Qianmo was recalled to the palace, there was no news. Even Wu Fu, who came back with him, did not know the whereabouts. Yueshi's spies visited for two years and there was no news. Some speculations do not need to be confirmed, they are almost certain.

But Sima Ye always believed that Duan Qianmo was still alive. He told Xiaoyao and Xiao Nian that their father was thousands of miles away in Daxing City, and that one day he would return to the desert and love them like a foster father.

This time I came here to hide my identities. In the entire envoy group, the envoys knew their identities. Yunwu knew that, after two years, Sima Ye was also gradually despairing of Duan Qian, but there was still one thing left. Thoughts and concerns made his heart still beat.

It was already night at the post house, Sima Ye carried the two little guys into the guest room with the envoys, and the three of them had dinner in the room. Seeing that it was still early, Sima Ye took the two children to visit Daxing City.

Carrying one on his shoulder, holding another in his hand, eating all the way, Xiao Nian sat on his shoulder, the sticky sugar scum fell down, and the syrup in Xiaoyao's hand in his arms wiped his face, and he smiled , nor reprimand.

Sima Ye dotes on these two little guys very much. He has never enjoyed family happiness, nor has he given Sima Qing brothers family affection, so he wants to experience what he and Sima Qing have never experienced together. These two children are his It is also the sustenance of missing Duan Qianmo.

"Father, lamp!"

Xiao Nian's two short legs tapped excitedly on his shoulders, urging him to walk faster.

Because the Emperor Daxing’s hundred-day funeral has not yet passed, the city is completely deserted and not lively, and the shops closed early. The light that Xiao Nian saw was in a small river under the stone arch bridge, and the people spontaneously prayed for Emperor Daxing The lotus lantern placed.

"Father, I want it!"

Xiaoyao jumped down and wanted to go down to the river to get the lamp. Sima Ye carried him back and said softly, "This is a lamp for blessing. You have to float down the river to pray for the deceased."

Xiaoyao blinked, wondering if she understood, and watched the small lights drifting away.

Xiao Nian asked childishly: "Can I also pray for my sitting on the bed?"

Sima Ye looked up at him and smiled, "Of course you can. You are a Living Buddha and can benefit the world."

Xiao Nian shook her head, recited a Buddhist scripture, and said, "Pray for Daddy."

Sima Ye's smile faded away, and his heart twitched in pain.

Is it time to give up?It has been two years, before Duan Qianmo left, he said: Wait for me.

He didn't respond, just because the tangled breath hadn't dissipated. If he knew that Duan Qianmo would never return, how could he have the heart to let him go like that? He should be with him, no matter life or death, drink together A glass of wine to invite the moon today.

It began to rain lightly, and a bright moon in the river opened up, sparkling like white flowers and broken silver that were longed for.

Sima Ye picked up Xiao Nian and walked along the long street under the apricot trees to hide from the rain. The rain knocked off the pink and white petals, and the rain of petals stained the corners of his clothes. The two little guys shouted excitedly.

"To spend, to spend!"

Sima Ye looked up, "Which one do you want?"

Xiao Nian could see clearly from above, her chubby fingers pointed to a branch on the apricot tree.

Sima Ye stretched out his hand, only an inch short, standing on tiptoe, fearing that he would lose his balance and fall the child.

"Father let you down first, so that you can pick flowers."

He bent down and put down two small things, a gust of wind came, and something brushed across his cheek like a cloud, like a dream washed away by misty rain.

With petals fluttering all over his eyes, he raised his head in the rain of apricot blossoms, and a thin layer of mist shrouded his surroundings. He couldn't really see the glowing smiling face in his midnight dream.

Years have passed, and thoughts have settled down. In today's misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, everything seems like a dream.

In Lu Li's halo, the man held a branch of the most blooming apricot blossom in front of him, and smiled brilliantly...

"Bring a Jiangnanchun-color back to the desert, okay?"