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Chapter 71
Yan Xi sat back slowly, leaning on the desk and asked, "Who are 'you'?"
"We come from all walks of life and have little contact with each other, but we have common interests." Shang Baiheng sat upright, answering every question.
But he was not sure about the acceptance level of his students, so he turned a corner and asked, "Did Mr. Wen say anything to you when he was dying?"
Yan Xi fell into deep thought.
What Wen Lan said to him most on her deathbed was: Little Rain, don't be afraid.Light rain, don't be sad.
His thoughts pulled him into the darkness of that day, and he remembered every word Wen Lan said, those words would pop up from time to time in many nights, screaming in his mind over and over again.
Yan Xi's thinking was quick, and he quickly found the most important content. He repeated in a deep voice: "Under the cold winter, the lamp holders are still persevering... No matter how bad the world is, there will always be someone holding a lamp to fight against the dark night. This kind of personEverywhere... If one day, you also walk on this road, you have to remember that like-minded people are by your side."
Yan Xi's eyes fell on the lantern drawing paper, and then stared blankly at the teacher, he fell into the sorrow of that day again, his lips moved, and said very softly: "The lamp holder, is it?"
Shang Baiheng nodded.
Yan Xi was filled with emotions for a moment, and felt extremely distressed. He leaned over the case and asked, "Every one of you would do something like Wen Lan, right?"
Shang Baiheng still nodded, and he also asked very lightly: "I went to the imperial mausoleum to look for you that day, not just for you. Do you blame me?"
"Teacher..." Yan Xi was slightly taken aback, he naturally had some thoughts like this in his heart, but he could understand Shang Baiheng more.So he said with a serious expression, "Why did I get to such a narrow place, 'you' have no desires and no gains, I just happened to be lucky enough to stand in that position, so I got your help. But, do you have any?Think about it, if I don't like you, what will happen?"
"No. You are pure in nature, and you are a talent to be made. I still have the ability to know people." Shang Baiheng smiled lightly and comforted Yan Xi, his eyes were slightly apologetic, "and-"
Yan Xi understood Shang Baiheng's gaze, and he smiled wryly: "If I'm not someone you can trust, you will probably abandon me?"
Shang Baiheng nodded slowly, he could see the disappointment in Yan Xi's eyes.
He was relieved that Yu Yan Xi would still reveal some emotions in front of him, not as cold and indifferent as outsiders.He carefully protected Yanxi's remaining youthful vigor, and said soothingly, "Wei Yu, don't be sad. With a teacher, there will be no such day. I resigned from Hanlin to bet on your five years, as a pioneerThe person who placed the bet actually lost the upper hand when he was at the gambling table. In this matter, you will not be at a disadvantage no matter what. Wei Yu, even if you donβt believe in others, he should believe in yourself. No one can compareYou have done better. From the day you obeyed 'Rong', the lamp bearer promised you his life."
"Wei Yu..." Yan Xi listened to Shang Baiheng's earnest words, and the grievance that he was being used slowly subsided, and he asked, "What does Wei Yu represent?"
"The lamp bearer uses the twenty-four solar terms as the code name, representing different aspirations and tasks." Shang Baiheng said, "The light rain represents the Jingzhe, the season of Jingzhe, the recovery of all things, and the beginning of spring plowing. The empress will give you the Jingzhe on her deathbed.You opened up the world and restarted the new life."
"But... that's just my mother's expectation," Yan Xi said, "Have you ever thought that maybe I don't have such lofty ambitions? When everything is unknown, how dare you bet your wealth and life for me?"
"Wei Yu, you think highly of us. If we were really omnipotent, Duke Wen wouldn't have to take death as an excuse. After all, we are nothing but ants among the mortal beings." Shang Baiheng mentioned Wen Lan with a sad expression on his face.
He was immersed in some kind of reminiscence, and Xiao Suo said, "The reason why the empress named you 'Jingzhe' at the end of her life was because she was in the center of the imperial power and had a thorough understanding of the situation. Only you are the prince who can represent the poor family.The only hope. In fact, many of us have died. We claim to be the lamp bearers, but we have long been swallowed by the night. When we were about to lose our way, the empress told us that we had found the 'Jingzhe', which was like sending us aShocking thunder. Wei Yu, we have never had a "shocking sting". You are the first and last hope. Da Jing is already dilapidated, and we are dying. We are deeply in the dark, and gradually we can't even illuminate ourselves.Bright."
It was the first time Yan Xi saw Shang Baiheng so sad.He thought about it, if he found that no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to complete the system task, he would probably be discouraged.
He stayed silent for a while with Shang Baiheng, and when he saw Shang Baiheng come out of his remembrance, he asked his own doubts: "But why did my mother never say anything before she died?"
Yan Xi still doesn't understand, Tang Yaoxue has such a mysterious appeal, in the original book, why didn't he hand over the lamp holder to the original owner?
"Actually, I also wondered. When you were the crown prince, you were established first and then deposed. Why didn't your mother make a will when you established the crown prince, but made a decision when you were deposed?" Shang Baiheng said, "When I knew it was youIt is only when we put forward the waste storage that we understand the intention.β
Yan Xi listened gravely.
Shang Baiheng said: "There is no mother who knows you. Since you were young, you have been surrounded by flattering people. Over time, you will inevitably be blinded by pleasure. You have been favored by His Majesty since childhood, and you will inevitably have thoughts about the position of the Eastern Palace.Thinking, this is actually human nature; and once you enter the East Palace, with the situation at that time, your own family and powerful people try their best to cling to you, they are flattering on the surface, hunting behind your back, and you will be trapped in the deep palace forever. Those who are close to ZhuChi, you have been soaked in power for a long time, and where you will end up is actually not difficult to predict."
What Shang Baiheng said coincided with Yanxi's idea of abandoning his reserve and leaving. Yan Xi couldn't help being inspired and nodded slowly.
"Your Majesty had no choice at the time. Firstly, for the sake of mother-child relationship, he couldn't force you; secondly, if you lived in the deep palace forever, we couldn't get close to you. You were surrounded by dignitaries. Your Majesty, for our safety, couldn'tExpose us to you." Shang Baiheng paused, falling into some kind of grief, and said in a deep voice, "At that time, my mother had worked so hard for many years, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and she already had the will to die. Then you suggested that you should not be the crown prince, and called your motherIt suddenly dawned on her that she desperately saved you a glimmer of hope for a restart, and she also left hope for us."
Hearing Tang Yaoxue's pain, Yan Xi was overwhelmed with grief. He mourned for a long time and asked, "How could my mother expect so much based on my few words?"
"The crown prince represents the highest honor. You have it at your fingertips, but you are willing to give it up, which shows that you understand the danger." Shang Baiheng cheered up, "You made this move by yourself. Wei Yu, you back thenYou are only fourteen years old, and if you can do this, what are we afraid of following you?"
Yan Xi had read many history books before, and knew that there were such benevolent people in every dynasty and generation.However, it is extremely difficult to reverse the rise and fall of a dynasty with the power of a very small number of people or individuals.In their ending, most of them can't escape the depression, and their hearts are like ashes; those who can open up the world are rare.
Yan Xi slowly put away the painting, solemnly put it in the cabinet, and when he came back, he sat upright and asked, "What is Zhou Ci's code name?"
Shang Baiheng said: "He is Lichun, with a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, he saves the world and saves people."
Yan Xi nodded, Zhou Ci's code name was the same as he expected.He looked at Shang Baiheng, and he already had a faint guess in his heart. He couldn't bear it, and the words rolled down his throat, so he asked carefully: "Teacher, how about you?"
Shang Baiheng was very calm: "I am Qingming, paying homage to the dead and teaching new life."
Yan Xi's heart trembled, and she was living towards death.Shang Baiheng's will to die was written in the code name.
Yan Xi felt sad and shocked, adjusted his breath several times before saying: "Where is my mother? Is she Xiaoxue or Daxue?"
Shang Baiheng shook his head, and said very seriously: "The empress is the winter solstice. In the darkest night, in the coldest season, she is trapped in the darkest center, but after she passes, there is light."
Yan Xi knew the meaning of "Winter Solstice" when she heard it.
A weak woman, but hidden in the darkness.
Yan Xi knew that Tang Yaoxue was suffering. Tang Yaoxue was trapped in the deep palace and was squeezed and used by all parties. If she hadn't been determined, she would have collapsed long ago.Tang Yaoxue shouldered the mission of the "Winter Solstice" with her weak shoulders, and the hardships behind it are simply unbearable to think about.
Yan Xi felt sad, and murmured: "So, she is suffering, right? She was probably heartbroken at that time, if I hadn't suggested it myself, she would rather die with hatred than have anything to do with the world, right?"
However, there is no Tang Yaoxue in the world anymore, and Shang Baiheng can't answer Yan Xi.
Yan Xi asked again amidst the extreme grief: "What is Wen Lan's code name?"
"Big cold."
Yan Xi mourned greatly, it turned out to be a severe cold day, extremely cold day.
Beiyuan.
Sure enough, Mang Rong attacked in a big way.
Song Xinghe was in charge of the commander-in-chief and led the troops to meet the Mang Rong in Linxizhou of Yunhu Lake.
This is the territory of the 14th Battalion of Yunhu, where Qiao Lin is located. Song Xinghe won the first battle and repelled the Mangrong forward.
Song Xinghe's armor was splattered with blood, he held the "Fuyu" in his hand, and in the heavy rain, he felt that the weather was abnormal, Mangrong's turbulence was abnormal, and the battle site was abnormal.
This place is connected to the western region, and Mo Di is in the northwest. There is no reply to the letter he sent to the western region, and the men and horses sent to Mo Di have not received any reply.Song Xinghe suddenly realized that this was an unusual attack.
In addition to Mang Rong, there may be other parties involved!
The rain wet his eyes, and as the night fell, Song Xinghe turned to look northwest, suddenly feeling a strong sense of unease.
After the soldiers fought fiercely, the exhausted and excited panting rang in the ears of the commander, and the distant army retreated into the dark night like a black tide.
Song Xinghe was in the center of all eyes, and at a certain moment, he vigilantly raised his knife and sent an order: "Return to defense."
Then he said to Deputy General Jiao Wu: "Order Lin Xiying to guard the border of the Western Region, and not let Jiang Xi's army enter Beiyuan."
The army quickly retreated, and when they passed Niangzi Pass, a flying stone suddenly hit the city gate that should have been Tongpao.
Dozens of catapults took advantage of the terrain and aimed boulders at the snow troopers.
Jingdu, Beiyuan Palace.
Song Beiming has been looking at the sand table for a long time, with a pile of ledgers in his hand, and his frown has never been loosened.
Fang Xun knocked on the door and came in. Seeing that Song Beiming hadn't moved for a long time, he said softly, "Master?"
Song Beiming said: "Second brother's letter said that the batch of firecrackers I got from Jiang Xijun is not good for use. This is too strange. In Jiang Xijun's account book, millions of taels of silver are spent on firecrackers every year, and countless craftsmen are hired., using countless good materials to make something that is useless? No matter how difficult it is to make a firecracker, it will not be so difficult to use. Where did Jiang Xijun spend his money?"
Fang Xundao: "Besides, there are very few wars in the western region. It is said that Mo Di was afraid of the Jiang family and dared not use troops. What did Jiang Xi's army spend so much money on making firecrackers?"
Song Beiming: "There is only one possibility, Jiang Xijun's money is not used for fighting... Where is it used?"
Fang Xun was also puzzled.
Suddenly Song Beiming's face changed drastically, he stood up suddenly from the wheelchair, took the sad wind and rushed out.
Fang Xundao: "Master! What's the matter?"
"Beiyuan is in danger!" Song Beiming rushed for a while, then stopped suddenly, "It is said that the various departments of the palace are in charge, and hurry to the main hall."