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Wedge, now in front of the Buddha, make an oath (1)
Shen Zhaozhao heard the sound of rain, like returning to Chaisang's Shen residence.
She vaguely saw a black shadow holding up a lamp. In the creamy yellow light, she asked, "Have my brother ever been to Mount Luoga?"
The man hung the lamp aside and did not answer.
Yes, where can it be so fast. She can't wait for him.
"Turn off the lights," she said again.
Gradually, the light disappeared, and the darkness, like the rising tide of the river, drowned her little by little. She touched the edge of the quilt with her hand and slid down to the ground, her fingertips slowly along the ground, searching for the crack. There will be incense ash in the cracks, which she ordered to fill. She likes the fragrance, just like the one on her brother.
Everything is like a dream.
She suffered from night blindness since she was a child. After sunset, even if the room was full of lamps, she could only see dim shadows. When I was a child, I lived in poverty with my brother and lived in poverty. Not to mention that there were candles all over the house, each of them was a luxury. Night was a nightmare for her. If she wanted to grab her brother's hand, she panicked. When she panicked, she only knew how to cry. If she cried too much, her brother would be looked down upon by others. Later, my brother thought of a way to make himself smell so that she could smell it all the time, so that he could read and practice swords in the yard.
She stopped crying whether she was sleeping or playing by the door.
The elder brother took the incense ashes from the Buddhist hall and rubbed it in his clothes twice, so he could barely hang around for a few days. Over time, this fragrance has become unique to her brother, and she has also developed the ability to distinguish fragrance.
It is said that it is to distinguish incense, but it is only where my brother is.
In her eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world, Shen Ce and others.
As she got older, her brother became a general who was often mentioned by others, and afterward, he made great achievements in battle and was named king. Half of the country is guarded by the Shen family. Furthermore, because Shen Ce held military power, the aunt who had been neglected in the palace for many years regained her holy grace. Aunt's biological son was also awarded one after another because of Shen's military exploits, and his status was equal to that of the crown prince. Thirty years after Shen's defeat, it was he who revived his family's prestige from the rubble and smoke, and shined on the lintel.
People in the court all wanted to marry a daughter into the Shen family.
Chai Sang and Shen Lang, who is the sweetheart of how many boudoir and beauties
Even if he is a violent and moody villain in the market rumors, and he is often criticized by civil officials and despised by scholars, he cannot stop the idea of โโmarriage between the clan and aristocrats.
Marrying her is naturally a shortcut to win over Shen Ce.
Under the advice of her aunt, since she was fourteen years old, there have been some rumors about the appearance of Shen Ce's sister. My aunt wanted to use this to pave the way, set a good marriage for her, and help the Shen family. In her opinion, it is an exaggeration. Compared with her brother, she is only "acceptable".
Soon, the rumor disappeared.
She heard from Shen Ce's military governors that he was the one who led the army through a county and took a break in the teahouse. She happened to hear her aunt's guard disguised as a storyteller speaking in the teahouse, and she said, "Shen's family has a daughter, she is called by her name. Zhao Zhao, national beauty and celestial appearance, looks like a flower of graceful age"
Shen Ce left the table, the teahouse was sealed, and the storyteller was beheaded in the street.
Within three days, the matter spread throughout the eleven counties and forty-two cities. From then on, no one dared to discuss Shen Ce's sister in private.
He never said such gossip.
After a lapse of three months, she accidentally fell and broke her face.
He rushed back from the barracks overnight, almost beheaded the maidservant of the congregation, and was stopped by her, saying that it was because of his carelessness, and no one could blame others. After raising for half a year, there is still a small red mark on the left cheek. When the weather is hot and the mood is violent, the red mark is very obvious.
After that, she always used thick powder to cover up everyone she saw. Except for the people in the Shen residence, no one knew about this.
As the New Year was approaching, Shen Ce sent someone to deliver a letter to accompany her to keep the New Year.
She was overjoyed, and ordered her maid to find all kinds of lamps and candles, set them up in a room, and found a wooden box for storing incense.
Shen Ce expected that she would kill a lot of evil, and the things she gave her were very elegant, and each piece had the effect of warding off evil spirits. Xiangquan should be blessed by eminent monks and sent to the Shen residence on a regular basis. Slowly, she filled several large boxes of blessing incense.
He was reluctant to use it on weekdays, and he had to wait for him to burn it when he got home.
On New Year's Eve, from day to night, when the sun sets, Shen Ce just appeared.
I wanted to take advantage of the dawn to see him, but this wish came to nothing.
The two brothers and sisters sat opposite each other in the room, and she saw only his vague shadow in her eyes. There was an old knife wound on the bridge of his nose, and his fair face was a little gloomier because of this wound.
"Since I was young, I couldn't see clearly." She was not without regrets.
You can never see the people around you on New Year's Eve.
"It's better if you can't see things at night." Shen Ce's throat, like his face, had been injured. It was when he was fifteen years old that he led a cavalry all the way in wet shovels, through the burning woods in the winter, and raided the wounds left by the enemy. Thick smoke passed through his throat, his voice was broken, and the indescribable timbre was rough, hoarse, low, but not heavy.
The maids always said that the voice of the king's voice was frightening, especially at night.
She doesn't think so.
His shadow was moving, and his upper body was moving, accompanied by a crisp sound, a snap, a snap, and she listened intently.
"Give me your hand," he said.
She smiled and leaned her palms in front of his shadow.
In the palm of his hand, there were a few cooked and sun-dried pips "from the barbarians." Among them was his body temperature.
Her heart seemed to be on fire.
"Come here, let me see the injury."
She pushed the table aside, leaned against his leg, and turned her left face toward him.
The piece of red was under the left cheek, not big, but because her face was small, it looked very dazzling. There is no scar on the skin, it is just red. Because of the injury, the skin becomes thinner after healing, so it is red.
It had been a long time since the two of them sat facing each other so quietly, and he hadn't looked at her face so seriously.
"I heard people say you killed a storyteller"
"who said it"
It's hard to say who said it, for fear that he will blame others for his anger.
The brother didn't ask.
She seemed to be sitting on a candle, her whole body was on fire, and her face was also hot. Once she blushes, the injury will be more conspicuous. She is afraid that he will see through it, so she hastily turned her face away. It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter." His laughing voice was also rustling, "It doesn't matter if you don't get married."
"I don't even want to marry anyone, who can afford to marry Shen Ce's sister." She mumbled, acting like a spoiled child.
He was smiling again.
I'm afraid that this year's laughter will be given to her tonight.
After a while, the movement of peeling the nut shell sounded again, like a leak, with a neat rhythm and frequency.
It reminded her that the two of them were in the house when they were young. At that time, she hadn't thought of using incense ashes. Surrounded by darkness, she panicked with fear. She called bro after a while, and bro again after a while. He was afraid that he would agree too much and would be disliked by the host. Knock on the wooden floor to dispel the fear in her heart.
When she woke up the next day, she was covered in his fox fur. In the pale sunlight, there were two white jade bowls on the table. One bowl was full of peeled fruits, and the hard shells were piled up. Another jade bowl.
"The king said, you must take a look at these husks and don't let them clean up." The maid said aside.
She lay there, staring at them.
The fruits are sauce red and the shells are milky white. ate a lot last night, and now finally see their true colors.
Later, she learned from the servants that on New Year's Eve, Shen Ce arrived in the city before sunset, intending to wait for dark to enter the palace. After inquiring carefully, realized that he was injured because he was on his shoulder, and he didn't want her to see it, he did it on purpose. Before entering her yard, afraid that she would see that her arms were bound, she asked the military doctor to remove the bandages to wash off the bloody smell on her body.
Soon, Shen Ce took over five more cities, and both sides of the river were returned to the king's land.
Chaisang, where the Shen residence was located, was a military stronghold and was located in a fortress. The emperor worried that Shen Ce would become more powerful and would turn his back sooner or later, and ordered the Shen family to move from Chaisang to the capital.
This imperial decree seems to be a supreme favor, but in fact it wants to detain the old and young of the Shen family and check and balance Shen Ce.
Shen Ce didn't want his sister to be a hostage, so he took the imperial edict and responded hastily with "the military is busy, choose another day to move the house". His aunt sent several letters to persuade him for a year. In the end, he moved Shen's house back to his ancestral home, Linhai County.
After returning to Linhai County, Shen's house was expanded several times, and the wealth and honor were more than ever.
The aunt returned to the Shen family in the name of "Sacrificing Ancestors", and had a long talk with her, asking Shen Zhaozhao to marry her cousin, the aunt's biological son, the fifth prince of the saint. In this way, it will not only make the Shen family closer to the royal family, but also allow the cousin to gain more support from the courtiers and replace the prince in the future.
Shen Zhaozhao shook his head and declined. My aunt persuaded her hard, saying that she was Shen Ce's younger sister, and there was only one way to get married. At that time, the husband-in-law elected at that time would definitely not be the same age as his cousin, who knew the bottom line.
My aunt said a lot of things later, but she didn't listen carefully, she only remembered her aunt's scarlet lips, and the words that came out of it were all needles hidden in cotton, and needles pierced people.
After my aunt left, this month's box of blessing incense happened to be delivered. She opened the box, touched the incense, put her finger on the tip of her nose and smelled it, thinking that it was approaching his twenty-sixth birthday.
She got up on a whim and brought a team of trusted guards to leave Linhai County and head towards Chaisang.
Heaven and earth are big, and Chai Sang is the world of the Shen family.
After entering the important town of Chaisang, the guards at the checkpoint saw that it was the Shen family horse team, and they all knelt down to greet him.
The barracks was by the river, and like the river, the walls stretched endlessly, and the handsome flag fluttered in the wind, all with the word "sinking". She rode outside the camp, turned over and dismounted, and went into the camp without stopping, just as she saw the beheading of the rebels.
Twenty or so men with their hands tied were blindfolded, hoarse and loudly cursing Shen Ce. A cold light passed, the soldiers raised their knives and fell, and more than 20 heads fell to the ground.
And Shen Ce, who was sitting on a high platform not far away.
In the cold wind by the river, he and the leader of the rebel army in front of him were both naked, and their robes were thrown on the ground. Shen Zhaozhao knew that this was Shen Ce's habit, and it was the same every time he celebrated with his comrades in the military camp. Today is not a celebration, but the rebel leader in front of him today is his best friend, brother, and subordinate for more than ten years.
So relative, is sending off.
He held a jug in his left hand and poured a farewell wine for the rebel leader.
Under the high platform, is a row of generals leading the troops, young or old, all watching quietly.
The leader took the wine glass and tried to beg for mercy several times, but swallowed it abruptly. Finally, he turned his heart away, raised his head, and poured the wine into his throat. A cold light flashed across his throat, and not only blood, but also the wine he had not swallowed spurted out of his throat along with the blood.
Shen Zhaozhao stood under the stage, her dress and shoes were all carried by the wind, and they were all a little scarlet. Her chest heaved slightly, and she saw her brother holding a long sword, slowly returning it to its sheath, holding the sword high in front of her.
This military camp, the land on both sides of the river, was all shot down by him. Just this thought made her heart pounding and she couldn't help herself.
Not only her, but all the soldiers were also excited about this, and Shanhu responded.
The shouts of the men on the battlefield shook the ground under her feet. She was in the crowd, watching him throw the sword to the people behind him, jump off the high platform, and walk in front of her. There is still the blood of the rebels on his face, and there is also on his naked chest. Sunlight and her are reflected in his pupils, and his murderousness is not exhausted. He narrowed his eyes, "Which girl broke into the Hell Palace?"
The crowd laughed.
No one knows, no one knows that this is the endlessly favored sister of the county king.
"I'm here to find you." She smiled and deliberately called him softly in front of everyone's eyes, "Chai Sang Shen Lang."
The wind blew away her words.
No one could hear except him, because everyone was still laughing.
The person next to him handed over a white towel, which had just been soaked in ice water to wipe the blood from his body.He didn't answer it, and blocked it with the back of his hand, as if something flashed in his eyes.
It seems that she is full of demons and misunderstood.