amaotonovel Chapter 912: Spare My Heart an Inch of Ice
Chapter 912: Spare My Heart an Inch of Ice
Shi Anxia didn't allow anyone to see him off.
I am afraid of parting, I will cry if you come to see me off.
Shi Anxia's ban weighed heavily on everyone's mind.
As expected, everyone stopped obediently and dared not shed tears in front of the city gate on that day.
But those feelings that could not be hidden eventually came out from all directions.
On the city wall, the Holy and Virtuous Emperor Xiao Yunde stood beside Tang Chujun.
When he saw her eyes were red from crying, he couldn't help but also have tears in his eyes.
He also wanted to follow his daughter to Tiema City to find his son-in-law. He also wanted to hear his son-in-law say to him in person: "Go to bed, you can dream about anything."
But the court was overwhelmed with affairs. Mistakes were most likely to occur when the kingship changed. He couldn't leave.
Shi Anxia would not allow him to leave Beijing. He had to listen to his daughter.
Shi Anxia smiled and said to him yesterday, "Your Majesty, your most urgent task is to take good care of my mother." Then he said seriously, "Your Majesty, please do not take it lightly. You must stabilize the court and protect the country, so as to live up to my and my husband's dream."
She still stubbornly regarded "rebirth" as a big dream.
All the glitz and glamour are fleeting. Who can say that the current life is not a more real dream?
Predestined marriage, intertwined time and space, cause and effect, reincarnation. Shi Anxia hugged her daughter San San tightly in her arms, and her thoughts drifted away as the carriage bumped.
A breeze suddenly lifted the curtain of the car, and she vaguely saw a few familiar figures hidden in the crowd at the corner of the street, staring at her. The gaze was so scorching that it made her heart tremble.
When we reached the pavilion thirty miles away, the fragrance of tea wafted in the wind.
The ancient pavilion was already full of people who came to see him off, old and young, old and gray-haired masters, and young students in blue shirts.
When the carriage passed by, everyone raised their teacups and solemnly bid farewell to it. That was the standard etiquette for a gentleman, using tea instead of wine to bid farewell to the gentleman on his long journey.
Someone wrote a poem in the pavilion: The shadow of the master's carriage passed by, and the myriad sounds suddenly became quiet. Don't say that peach and plum trees are far away, a thought and a lamp are bright.
The farewell party instantly became a poetry gathering. With the theme of "Farewell to Mr.", you recited the first line and I continued the second line, and the scene was very lively.
Huang Wanqian drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, full of heroic spirit, and uttered a poem, "Don't say that black hair is not white, the mountains and valleys in my heart are naturally high. Three thousand questions are answered in front of the cup, and the twelve towers are measured under the pen. The peach and plum blossoms are tender, the ink flowers are fragrant, and there are weeping willows on the seat in the spring breeze. Don't say that it is difficult for a boy to be a teacher, the road has never had any rules and regulations."
When Fang Yu first learned that Huang Wanqian was refuting those who believed that "Princess Haiyan is too young to be a teacher", she also improvised a song.
The black hair has never been less than the snow and frost, and the stars in the belly shine naturally. Answering questions and solving doubts at midnight, discussing the past and the present with thousands of volumes of fragrant books. The peach blossoms are in bloom, the ink is fragrant, and the spring breeze and rain moisturize the chapter. Don't say that it is difficult to be a role model for a child, since ancient times, true knowledge has no limit to age.
This once again sparked discussions about the rise of women such as Princess Haiyan, Mr. Chu Sheng, Mrs. Xuezhou, and Huo Qingqing.
Amid the changing power dynamics of the Northern Wing Dynasty, a profound ideological change was quietly emerging.
The debate trend in the capital was growing day by day. Every three days, great scholars would discuss the truth in the hall, and every two days, students would compete with each other in the study. From the Hanlin Academy to the academies in various prefectures, wherever there were elegant gatherings of scholars, one would hear the sound of sharp arguments and endless debates.
Moreover, nowadays, people cannot use everyday nonsense when debating with each other. They must recite poems and compose lyrics to keep up with the situation, otherwise they will be looked down upon.
People would say, "You are a layman who can't even recite a poem. What qualifications do you have to participate in the discussion? What qualifications do you have to look down on women?"
At that time, scholars who interacted with each other not only dared not speak nonsense, but even in ordinary conversations, they had to quote from classics, making sure that every word was precious.
In addition, there are endless caravans in the market, and the masts of cargo ships on the dock are like a forest, presenting a prosperous scene.
Beiyi's literary fortunes were flourishing, its business was flourishing, its national power was growing, and Beiyi was becoming stronger. All of this was within Shi Anxia's expectations.
She was reborn in this life, and her mission for the Northern Wing was finally accomplished today. From now on, she only wanted to find her husband, bring her children, and live an ordinary life.
The disputes in the court and the glitz of the capital city had exhausted her both physically and mentally. Now was the perfect time to withdraw.
The carriage swayed slowly for half a month before finally arriving at Zhucheng.
She and her eldest son were able to bear the bumpy journey, but her two daughters suffered greatly. Their already slender bodies looked even thinner, and the accompanying Madam Meng and several wet nurses were so distressed that they could not stop wiping tears.
Among the people who accompanied him, the most noteworthy was the eldest family. The eldest uncle Shi Chengyi came with his wife Yu Sujun and their youngest daughter Shi Anxue.
Shi Chengyi's departure was actually a request for transfer. He took the initiative to ask the court for an appointment and was appointed as the envoy of the Iron Horse City, responsible for the farming of military households, the salt and iron monopoly, and the border trade.
Compared with his official position in the capital, any discerning person could see that this was a demotion and a relocation.
However, Cheng Yi didn't care at all. What he had in mind was, first, he wanted to do some practical work at the border, and second, he couldn't bear to see his niece traveling alone.
My eldest aunt Yu Sujun followed her husband's lead. When Yunzhou, the only son, had to concentrate on preparing for the exam, he had to stay in Beijing.
When Shi Anxue heard that Ye Baoer had jumped off a cliff and disappeared, she cried and insisted on going to look for him.
The little girl cried and grew taller.
After everyone settled in Zhucheng Post Station, Shi Chengyi carefully considered the itinerary and suggested to Shi Anxia that they take the water route instead.
"This season is the time of autumn when the water is clear, with neither the summer rainstorms nor the winter winds. If we take the official ship instead, not only will the journey be smooth, but the two little girls will also suffer less from the bumps." He said this after checking the route of the river. "It is a bit of a detour, but I calculated that it will be at most a few days late."
Shi Anxia accepted it happily, "Uncle is right, I was not thoughtful enough and just wanted to hurry on."
"Then I'll arrange it." Shi Chengyi turned and left.
Shi Anxia suddenly called him, "Uncle..."
Shi Chengyi paused, turned his head, and looked at him tenderly, "Xia'er, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
At this moment, Shi Anxia finally smiled, "Uncle has gotten over the hurdle in his heart."
He became the man she respected and loved again, with a figure like pine or cypress and clear eyes.
And because he did not hold great power, he acted more cautiously.
Shi Anxia sincerely praised, "Uncle, you are a very good person."
It is better to turn back before it is too late. I hope that in this life, I will not have any more delusions.
Shi Chengyi blushed and lowered his eyes. He stood in front of his niece, not knowing what to do.
He reflected seriously for a whole year.
During this year, Shi Anxia's questions kept ringing in his ears.
She asked, "Uncle, do you know what you mean to me?"
She answered herself, "Yes, it's my father! Uncle, I have always regarded you as my father."
She added, "I regard you as my father, and it has nothing to do with my mother."
Because of her words, he reflected on himself every day and finally saw his ugly side.
On the surface, the source of everything came from Tang Chujun. In reality, it was just the darkness hidden in his heart that was causing trouble.
The autumn sun poured in from the windowsill, illuminating him. He finally bit out a sincere sentence from between his teeth, "In this world, only the Holy and Virtuous Emperor is worthy of your mother."