noffsinger Chapter 1101 The helplessness of this world
Chapter 1101 The helplessness of this world
In September, Lu Sangyu and Yan Xingchen got married.
The scene was very lively, with most of the officials in the North Wing of the court gathered at Lu's residence.
Emperor Wenxuan personally bestowed a new house and brought the empress with him, which was a great honor.
Mrs. Lu moved around the inner courtyard like a flower-walker, mixing the wedding wine with her own bare hands and checking whether everything was properly arranged.
She does everything herself and doesn't rely on anyone else.
Everyone knew that she was Lord Lu's adoptive mother. She was clearly from a merchant family, yet she managed to obtain a first-rank imperial title.
Eyes gazing with envy, they couldn't help but compliment her, praising her as a competent and capable mother. In this world, it really is better to raise a son.
Some people murmured, "Not only did she get a first-rank imperial decree thanks to her son, but she also married Lord Jiang."
"Master Jiang is known for his gentleness and self-discipline. Many people have tried to be his matchmaker, but Master Jiang refused."
"She is so lucky!"
Mrs. Lu smiled at each other, but when they reached the corridor and stopped, her smile suddenly stopped.
As relieved.
I remembered my adopted son's choked whisper just before he got married, "Mother, I'm married now. You can rest assured from now on."
She didn't know how to answer him.
But I am really relieved.
The roar was still ringing in my ears, and even after eight years, it hadn't faded in the slightest. "I resign! Let's go live somewhere where no one knows us."
He went crazy that night, "You don't have to care about what the world thinks!"
Mrs. Lu saw with her own eyes Lu Sangyu writing the letter of resignation, which caused her eyes to burn with pain.
When the silver scissors slid from the dressing table into the palm of my hand, the cold blade was three times hotter than the temperature of my wrist bone.
I didn't feel any pain, it was like a piece of silk being torn apart.
Drops of blood rolled down the frosty blade, representing her final determination.
Throughout her life, Lu had never sought wealth or fame, nor had she coveted a first-rank imperial decree. She was simply afraid that her shadow would tarnish her adopted son's path to success; that the cold stares and spit from the streets would turn into cold nails and pierce his spine!
History books will record him as a good official who served his country and his people with integrity. He was a man of steel and incorruptible integrity, a loyal minister of the country who stood under the umbrella of the people.
He should have been remembered in history, and she should never have been a stain on him.
Gossip can kill people without them even noticing, so she bowed to the world.
At this moment, Mrs. Lu's fingertips brushed over the red silk of the twin lotus flowers stacked on the lacquer tray, and she nodded with tears in her eyes and smiled meaningfully.
The outer courtyard was filled with the sounds of music, and Jiang Yan, dressed in a scarlet robe, wandered through the crowd. He worked at the Honglu Temple, where his job was to entertain guests.
When his stepson got married, he naturally responded to the congratulations from all sides with his hands clapping, and the congratulatory words flowed from his lips like pearls and jade.
This stepfather is very competent.
Lu Sangyu held one end of the red silk and led Yan Xingchen over the flames.
The bridesmaid raised her voice, piercing through the clamoring crowd, "The new fire burns away all the sins of the past, and the red flame paves the way to nirvana!"
At that moment, Lu Sangyu thought, that’s good, from now on he can focus on his country and be a filial son.
Oh... the helplessness of this world!
Yan Xingchen lowered his eyes and stared at the tassels swaying under the veil, his eyes filled with a burning red.
She couldn't see Cen Yuan.
She already regarded the fleeting glimpse she had a few months ago as the last one.
Goodbye from now on, be careful and calm.
She heard the voices of Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia in the bustling crowd.
When Yan Xingchen was helped into the bridal chamber by the matchmaker, her fingertips brushed across the intricate gold embroidery of her wedding gown, but a sense of clarity like frost and snow emerged in her heart.
Well, she thought. A woman is no longer confined to the boudoir; she can write about the prosperity of the world and stand before the court just like men. What more could she ask for?
Oh... the helplessness of this world!
Yes, there are so many helplessness in this world... Shi Anxia felt a surge of emotions as she watched the newlyweds get married.
She has tried her best.
She thought, at least Lu Sangyu no longer had to write that extremely sad poem to mourn Lu: a stack of paper, a stick of incense, and an empty set of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Just looking at these words makes me feel suffocated.
Now the gongs and drums were blaring, and the house was overflowing with guests. Shi Anxia saw Lu busying about, moving among the female guests.
Apart from life and death, nothing else matters... This world is in tatters, and she tried her best to patch it up, really trying her best.
There are always some things in the world that are difficult to have both.
Shi Anxia saw the groom smiling, and there was still stubbornness and persistence in his smile.
But she thought that for the rest of her life, Lu Sangyu would probably devote all her efforts to revising the laws of the Northern Wing.
He is stubborn, humble, and upright. He shoulders the glorious history of the North Wing and writes the just order of the North Wing with his own hands.
Once he sheds his shackles, his name will go down in history.
As for Yan Xingchen... Shi Anxia knew that she had loved Cen Yuan in her previous life.
At that time, it was the early years of Emperor Rongguang's reign. General Cen Yuanhan of Weibei had not yet taken off his armor, but he was forced to guard the border gate by imperial decree.
Soon, a scathing memorial embroiled Yan Xingchen in the turmoil of a political faction. Dismissed from her post in the Secretariat, she journeyed alone to the snowy border, carrying only a half-worn blue cloth bundle, to take a job as a minor clerk, working on a paperwork corroded by the wind.
Many years later, on a cold night with yellow sand filling the tent, she confessed to Queen Dowager Hyejeong, who was leading the army in person, "I handed that secret letter to the treacherous ministers and their followers myself."
He escaped with a single move. He gave up his important position in the court, avoiding the vortex of corruption in the court of Emperor Rongguang, and rushed to the side of his beloved overnight.
The eight thousand miles of clouds and moon are all wedding dresses, just to bet the rest of my life, to bet on an opportunity that is only a hundred steps away from him.
It’s a pity that General Weibei has someone he loves.
She let the documents pile up like a mountain, and the messages sent by beacon fire were stained with blood. As the man whipped his horse in the wind and snow, he didn't even glance at the soldier holding the pen behind him.
Under the solitary lamp in the cold tent, the shadow of her iron hair crown hid her girlish infatuation; among the bones on the battlefield, her icy skin wrapped in armor had long been frozen into desert rock.
Ten years of war have not yet ended, and half a piece of fame has buried the beauty.
General Weibei escaped back to Liang State and Yan Xingchen was unaware of the truth.
When the funeral bell of "General Weibei died in battle" was sounded back in the capital, she thought that the man was dead and burst into tears.
When she used great perseverance to accept this fact, she found out that the person in her heart... was actually Emperor Yu of Liang.
not dead!
Before Yan Xingchen could even catch his breath, news of the death of Emperor Yu of Liang State came again.
And he was killed by the Northern Wing officials!
After Anxia was given a Zhuyou spell, she forgot about the incident. Once, she even asked Yan Xingchen specifically why those ministers, who had clearly made great contributions, were not included in the "Records of the Mountains and Rivers of the Northern Wing"?
Yan Xingchen replied to her at that time, "I forgot, I will make it up when I have time."
In this life, after Anxia broke through the shackles of memory, she thought carefully about how every word Yan Xingchen said in response was heartbreaking.
In his previous life, Yan Xingchen refused to include those people in "Records of Mountains and Rivers of Beiyi" until he fell into eternal sleep.
She wanted to tear those people into pieces!
However, in this life, Yan Xingchen still has no chance with Cen Yuan.
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After the wedding banquet, Shi Anxia and Cen Yuan set off to return to Liang State.
The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the wide surface of Huaixing River.
The water flows under the bridge, and the lights on both sides are reflected in it, swaying with the waves; pleasure boats come and go like a weave, and the flickering lights shatter the stars and the moon in the river.
The two walked hand in hand, slowly across the bridge across the river. Their figures stretched out in the moonlight. The warmth of the wedding banquet and the aroma of wine seemed to linger on their sleeves.
Shi Anxia suddenly asked, "Husband, do you know that the stars please you?"