Princess Zhu hasn’t remembered how many years she has, and she didn’t go to the streets of , Tokyo Bianliang. She was 14 years old and entered the palace as a show girl, because she was not a famous family, and her parents were just ordinary officials of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, she herself was not loved by the emperor.
Only once the young emperor drank wine, and then became confused with Princess Zhu Song Zhezong. Afterwards, even including the entire life of Princess Zhu, she never had anything outstanding in the eyes of Song Shenzong .
After 14 years old, she basically never left the small palace in the Northern Song Dynasty. Now she came to the street of Bianliang at first glance. The old man was filled with emotion. It will take almost 40 years.
The key is that Li Shishi led two old people out of the palace to play, and they were surrounded by only Buddhist masters, which was unimaginable in the past.
The situation of the Queen Mother is similar to that of Princess Zhu, but she is the precious daughter of the former Prime Minister Minzhong. Now that the Sri Lankan is dead, Li Shishi called grandma in his mouth, but did not lead them to the old official residences.
Looking at the outsiders, this is a group of five people, two old people, a young man with melancholy eyes, and a pair of brothers and sisters.
I was a little worried about the Queen Mother, but Master Li didn’t care about "Grandma Queen Mother, don’t panic, there is my little nephew Wuxin Mage here, even if there are thousands of troops here, it won’t hurt you a bit. Because she is in this country, and we are also in the East. The world's tallest master."
smiled at the Queen Mother: "This girl is bragging again." However, I heard that most of the kung fu of the girl doll was taught by her little teacher and nephew, so I feel more relieved.
Mrs. Zhu comforted her: You and I should have been old people, but now I can go out of the palace because of God. It is not easy to see the fireworks on the streets of Bianliang, Tokyo, and I should be satisfied.
This time, Mrs. Zhu, who feels honest to the Queen Mother, said it was reasonable. If you come, you will be at ease.
At this time,They have already arrived in the suburbs of Bianjing, and there is a dense forest in the distance, where the flowers are full of huts and grass bridges.
The little girl suddenly opened her mouth and said: Wherever the flowers are, the sky will go back to the boat. The northern soul flies far from the sky, and grows old, drunk eyes staring at Qingqiu.
Princess Zhu turned her head in surprise, why this child, seeing the flowing water on the small bridge far away, has such thoughts. She is still so young.
Two footmen, driving five donkeys with charcoal, came down the city gate, and they happened to be standing here with the Queen Mother. In a willow forest in the distance, the branches and leaves have been blown off by the autumn wind, making people feel infinitely sad.
Li Shishi opened his mouth: It blows down even more, leaves frost on the leaves, and the lonely lamp only shadows nothing, then it is desolate.
The two old people don’t know what kind of medicine Li Shishi sells. They just follow her steps and turn around to return. In this free-wheeling world,
they see the road coming, a sedan chair, and a woman sitting inside people. A very beautiful lady, she was dressed very festive, the top of the sedan chair was decorated with willow flowers, and behind the sedan chair were several young people on horseback. From the burden she carried, we could see that the woman seemed to be returning to her natal home, and the person closest to her was a good-looking young man. The fresh-clothed angry horse looks very energetic.
This time, Li Shishi guarded the two old people without saying anything. The eyes of the old people were all on the woman in the sedan chair. The woman also glanced at the few people here, and saw two elderly people dressed up quietly. Looking at her, she nodded gently to the two old men.
Mrs. Zhu Youyou said: Little girl, it was not that Buddhism asked her to take us out. These are just her own ideas. We saw people’s joys and sorrows, the people running for their livelihoods, and the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. She was here. Tell us that we should admit that we are old. No matter the past is right or wrong, life should continue, perhaps better, perhaps it is miserable and helpless.
Get in a good mood to the Queen Mother "Amei is right. We are in the palace and have been fighting for a lifetime. Now we can live for a few years, and for whom we can work hard and sweet for whom, when we die, will we encounter the high queen _ I met span2span and was almost ransacked by Zhezong. It’s still unknown. The little girl meant to tell us,Life matters, don’t force it, we’ve done a lot of right or wrong things, don’t you let them do the rest? ”
For more than half a day, the old man saw the busy Bianhe wharf, the grain ships gathered, and the traveling guests near the wharf. Some were resting in the teahouse, some were watching fortune-telling, and some were dining at the restaurant.
汴河 The boats in the river are indeterminate, often end to end. Those who go upstream must be pulled by trackers or boatmen swaying. Some are loaded with cargo and go upstream. There are several boats on the dock side. Ashore mooring and unloading nervously.
Shishi Li pointed to it, and a wooden box was broken open, and pieces of silk fell out of it. From a distance, the silk is still beautiful.
Across the Bian River It is a large-scale wooden arch bridge with exquisite structure and beautiful form. It is like a flying rainbow, hence the name Feihong Bridge.
Under the bridge is the inland river course of Bianliang City, and there is a big ship waiting to cross the bridge. The boatmen use bamboo poles to support the bridge. The bridge was hooked with a long pole; the boat was tied with a hemp rope; and a few people were busy putting down the masts so that the boat could pass. The people outside the ship are busy crossing the bridge for the ship.
The queen mother looked silly unconsciously, she looked back at the neighborhood, and sure enough, there was a small building not far away, and she pointed at Taifei Zhu. Nuzui, signaled that he was going there to see. The little girl, Master Li, had already ran to the pier to see the silk.
This is a wooden structure house facing the water with three floors. It is obvious that the homeowner’s financial resources are still very strong. There are a few scholars who rent here. Now they have been invited out by the little monk.
Sure enough, upstairs, the young emperor Song Huizong was standing there, "Mother, I can’t think of this little girl, Master. , The place that brought you here is so lively. There are so many commercial facilities here, and there are so many commercial facilities around. The attendants I brought with you just now all liked it very much. "
nodded to the Queen Mother, there was a note on the table: The emperor's brother, a person should go out more in his life, believe anyone else, come out and experience yourself,Make a decision when you're done. In this way, at least it's more realistic than looking at those people's paper talks every day in the palace.
These words happened to say that in Song Huizong's heart, Song Huizong had never thought of being emperor in his entire life. When he was Duanwang, Na Chengri was traveling back and forth on the streets of Bianliang. Wandering back and forth in various wealthy people's homes. Now since he entered the palace, this good day has come to an end.
Soon, Master Li came back with a large piece of silk. Behind her was two people who looked like buddies. These two people came in and took a look. There must be officials in this room. The two old ladies are all jewels. A young man in the middle, the clothes on his body are estimated to be worth the old nose money.
The girl raised her hand and pointed at the young man: You ask him for money.
The old lady covered her mouth, and Song Huizong let the little girl pit it again, and that guy Song Huizong took out a golden jade and threw it to the two buddies.
Song Huizong sent people away and couldn't help complaining to the Queen Mother. The little teacher sold me a love song and said it was a duet, but I took the song back and sang it to the concubine. They all said I was bothered.
The two old men looked puzzled, how old is Song Huizong, you are 21, you are the emperor of a country, since you believe in the words of the little girl, can she speak reliably? Is it reliable? Thank you for giving her a lot of thanks.
This family, sitting in the small building, the servant brought up a guqin for Song Huizong. Everyone knows that Song Huizong is sober-minded and he can play everything. He played the piano and faced everyone very affectionately:
If everything depends on fate
Why should I love someone so infatuatingly
I am most afraid of broken threads, even hard to separate
How many dawns and dusks
Even if it doesn’t shed tears anymore
There are still dreams of the night
Those who want to leave still have a deep love
There is no way to regret
I knew that love would hurt people like this
Love can be so hard to sleep
Why should you be too serious in the first place
I understood that dreams can't last long
Lovesickness is better than looking back
Now why bother to blame
unless it is a game
He is desolate
Who can break this love
Unless he puts his true heart aside
Reunite with fate in this life
There are a few people who have no regrets or regrets.
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It was the first time in their lives that the two old people listened to a child singing. To be honest, Song Huizong sang really well. Even the Queen Mother was a little touched.
Only after Song Huizong finished playing, the old man thought for a long time before he realized that this is a song for men not to be single-minded to others.
Song Huizong is annoyed: Empress, so many of my concubines now ask me to sing this song to them every day, and they say I sing very well. But while singing, I suddenly realized that the next door really wanted to say that I was a big carrot.
The Queen Mother and Princess Zhu are leaning against the corner. Li Shishi and Song Huizong, one is 13 years old and the other is 21 years old, are playing around in the room like children. It was always Song Huizong who was beaten, who had beaten him before, a girl who practiced martial arts since childhood.
Helplessly, he pinched his waist: Your little girl, you return my silver and pay for my feelings.
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