Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other Chapter 68: Final: I once saw the maple raining under the tree

The sky above the head is gray-blue, and the sea horizon is endless. The waves gently beat the side of the ship, and the hull is slightly sideways, leaving a white strip of water, with thousands of waves. (The best experience of novel reading is in [Fiction])

This dragon-leaf boat is embroidered and carved with a unique style. Because of this, it will be followed by pirates and want to rob it.

He just met him by chance when he was out to sea, and he offered to help him along the way. In this way, the owner of the boat was so grateful, he must keep him on the boat to show his gratitude.

The waves were rolling, bringing the boat up and down one after another. He leaned against the railing and looked at the blue sea, thinking that he was extremely afraid of water and would never take the boat until it was absolutely necessary. When he was frightened, he set off the most beautiful fireworks in the world for him.

He was startled that he hadn't seen her for eight years.

He never wanted to be a king. The mystery of his life experience and the most important entrustment, he always carefully hid it, only wishing she could accompany her carefree, but in the end he still couldn't hide her.

Eight years ago, she left, and since then, the smile has been lost on his face.

It was the most regrettable decision of his life.

How could he fail to see the little tricks that used the secret guards, and the sadness she tried so hard to hide.

He understands her stubbornness and willfulness too well. In order to keep her, he even thought about ordering her to be imprisoned.

But she said she didn't want to.

She doesn't want to compromise and live a dark and secretive life in order to be by his side.

After he ascended the throne, he rushed out of the city, and when he saw her back, he wanted to hug and walk side by side with her.

He chased after him like crazy, only to see Feng who looked up at the sky slightly and slowly closed her eyes.

There are still countless intrigues waiting for him in the palace, and he can't bear to drag her into the troubles she is most tired of once again.

In an instant, he thought, maybe letting go and letting her fly freely would be the best option for her.

Even if he has been lonely since then, he has become the loneliest emperor in history.

He didn't have a queen and a concubine, and no one else knows the hardships involved. He made Xiao Yixuan, the son of the late emperor, as the crown prince. At that time, the situation was turbulent. The crown prince was young, so he was stable. When they were all loyal to him, no one dared to mention the matter of standing up.

It had been five years since she was gone.

In between, he sent people to search for her many times, but there was no news. Tao Yuan, the director of Mingjian Division, said that she did not use any of Mingjian Division's power, and there was no trace of her at all.

He always remembered what she said, when he was in power, she would come back in peacetime.

He would often go back to their princess mansion and lie alone on the star-watching lawn; he would also linger in her favorite restaurant and tea house, and countless times he saw a woman with a similar back to her, but in them When I look back, I feel lost again and again.

Wait for that **. After the celebration banquet with Daliang, he invited General Lu Lingjun to take a stroll. Lu Lingjun told him that he saw her.

He was incoherent for a while and asked where he saw her and why he didn't bring her back.

Lu Lingjun was silent for a long time, and then said: "I saw her in the grasslands of northern Liaoning. She... is still so capable, and brought a whole group of merchants to silk to buy horses." After a pause, "It's just that she already has a husband and a child. They...seem very well, and I...don't dare to disturb her."

Seeing that the light in his eyes was annihilated, and seeing that he didn't want to believe it, Lu Lingjun said: "In those days, the minister even complained that the emperor let her go away, but today, the minister only hopes that the emperor can let go of his obsession, not to be trapped. deeper."

That night was the first time he was very drunk since he ascended the throne. The bedroom was empty and cold, and the moon was cold.

He rocked his chair to the highest point of the palace wall, and the prosperity of the capital was close to his eyes. Except for the noise of his clothes, other noises were too far away from him.

He subconsciously turned his head, and behind him was a vast expanse of snow and no one.

At that moment, even he himself didn't understand. He clearly wanted her to be happy, but he was afraid that she would be lonely. Why at this moment, his heart was cut like a knife, and he even raised a lingering sense of anger.

Since then, he has never sent anyone to look for her.

He also thought about trying to forget about love. However, Rao is the beauty of those courtiers who sacrificed the country and the city. In his opinion, they are not as good as her. Closing his eyes, he can only remember the promise he made to her: she has only one wife in this life.

He will never forget her after all.

The waves tapped and the wet wind blew on his face, pulling him back from his memories back to reality.

A dawn lighted up the rose in the east, and further ahead, it was Dujiang Town, south of the Huai River.

Dong Xun, the owner of the boat, was over fifty years old. Seeing him looking out at the sea alone, he invited him into the cabin to drink tea and chat. Seeing the long scar on his wrist when he raised his sleeve, Dong Xun said, "This injury seems to be caused by ***."

He said: "This is the injury he suffered in the battle with Daliang three years ago."

Dong Xun was surprised: "I don't want Xiongtai to be a soldier."

He smiled lightly.

In the past three years, he has traveled twice in person. Although it was strongly opposed by the Manchu civil and military.

Even he couldn't tell whether he was doing this to completely expel foreign enemies, or to put himself on the battlefield and put aside all futile lovesickness.

Both battles were victorious, and the Daqing military division not only completely drove the Liang country out of the border, but also opened up a new territory.

Only the second time he was seriously injured, the enemy had poisoned the sword, and was about to be killed.

He didn't know how long he had fainted. When he woke up, he found that he was in the bedroom, and the young prince on the couch held his hand and fell asleep. The prince was ecstatic when he saw him open, and told him that he had been in a coma for more than two months. He was about to open his mouth to speak when the crown prince said again: "During your absence, everything in the court will be safe and stable. Xuan'er did not disappoint the uncle of the emperor. It is very easy to survive this disaster. >

The prince's eyes flashed with maturity and calmness that did not match his age. He looked at the prince quietly, and when he saw that the prince wanted to call the imperial doctor in, he grabbed the prince and said softly: "No, tell the imperial doctor, I will I couldn't make it through."

The crown prince looked at him in disbelief, and he smiled weakly: "Xuan'er can do a good job, I should accompany you more, but the royal uncle... I'm really tired."

His funeral was huge. Of course he couldn't see it himself. Choosing to escape and leave was the most indulgent decision in his life. After indulgence, he didn't even know where to go.

He went all the way to the south aimlessly, and intentionally arrived at the small town of Guangling where he once belonged, but the peach blossoms remained the same.

Until this point of wandering, this vast sea, time is long, as if the mundane and common things are also far away.

"Young Master Song?" He suddenly came back to his senses when he heard Dong Xun calling his name softly. Song Langsheng has not used this name for eight years.

He didn't want to talk too much about the past, and Dong Xun didn't ask any more. At this time, the boat arrived at the harbor. Seeing that it was dark and it was raining lightly, Dong Xun warmly invited him to his manor to stay temporarily. .

The carriage drove slowly, the manor was surrounded by the outer walls, and the green willows were hanging around. Song Langsheng said, "I don't want Mr. Dong's house to be so elegant." Dong Xunqian said: "The industry of Dujiang's generation is the old man's. Owned by the hostess, the old man is just taking care of it.”

He was slightly surprised. This Dong Xun was considered to be one of the richest people in Jiangnan. He never knew that there was another master behind him, but he was actually a woman.

The drizzle is drizzling and there are many pedestrians. Although the town cannot be compared with the hustle and bustle of the capital, it is simple and peaceful, peaceful and comfortable.

The carriage came to the front of the manor. Dong Xun led the way. He opened his umbrella and walked in slowly. Among the green trees, the flowers were in full bloom, and there was a clear stream, which poured from the stone gap into the beautiful woods.

There is a beautiful scene in front of me, which makes people feel familiar. I can't help but take a few steps forward, but I see the flowing spring with a clear rhyme, and the white jade is a bar, surrounding the pond, and the fish jumps up.

In her mind, her idle laughter words from Guangling in the past suddenly echoed: "Asheng, one day we have a lot of money, and we must change to a big house..."

He couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Just the two of us, what do we do in such a big place."

She said yearningly: "Growing flowers in the yard, especially Tanghua... In the past, I couldn't grow so many flowers in the princess' residence. Liu Bo said that there were too many flowers to attract bees and butterflies... But I prefer to live in the garden... ...Oh, but I still want the big lake in the house, with a lot of fish in it, so that we can catch fish whenever we want..."

"I'm afraid you can't bear to eat the fish you raised yourself?"

"...It seems like it's also..."

He couldn't help but ask: "What more do you want?"

"Ah? Are you listening? Well, maple trees are still to be planted. In the fall, we will take our children to swing under the trees and tell our stories to the children..."

He looked back suddenly, and the garden was actually full of begonia flowers, all of them blooming, and they were all her favorite.

Dong Xun saw him stop and asked, "Young Master?"

He was stunned for a long time, then asked in a trembling voice, "Is there a maple tree in the courtyard?"

Dong Xun was a little surprised: "It was planted in the front yard, how does your son know? My hostess Ji Fengshu took a lot of effort back then..."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed to the front yard and walked around the corner of the porch, but saw the maple-red tree shadows rippling on the lake in the light rain.

A light wind carried a maple leaf, spinning in the air, he reached out to catch it, remembering her when she was young and smiling, her eyes twinkling like stars: "Have you heard the legend about the maple leaf? What about the legend, The person who can catch the maple before it falls will be happy, and if you can see the thousands of maple leaves flying and falling like snow with the person in your heart, the two will never be separated.”

He walked forward step by step, the swing beside the tree was gently swayed by the wind, as if all the haunting pasts were like a glimpse of the past, a flower and a leaf, a frame and a frame, scattered in the light .

When I got close to the swing, I saw that the supporting wooden stakes were engraved with: Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, always lovesick, and I know spring without realizing it.

He touched the familiar handwriting with trembling hands, and the tears in his eyes piled up.

It's her, he knows it's her.

At this time, Dong Xun had already caught up. Seeing him so saddened, he was greatly perplexed, "Young Master...but what's wrong?"

He wiped away the tears on his face with his back on his back, and said, "This yard is quite similar to the old man's mansion in the past, but the next time he was hurt, it made Mr. Dong laugh..."

Dong Xun laughed and said, "Where is..."

He asked: "I don't know if the owner of this manor is in the manor? Come down and visit in person."

Dong Xun shook his head and said, "A few months ago, Mrs. suddenly took Xiu out with Xiu, and she never came back during the period. The old man also came to take care of things on his behalf after receiving the letter from Mrs. The son doesn't need to be polite here."

Hearing the word "Xiu", he remembered that Lu Lingjun had said that she already had a husband and a daughter. Reluctant to give up, he at least wanted to see what her husband-in-law looked like, treat her well, why she was already married, and wrote the poem that belonged to them on the swing.

He hesitated again and again, and finally asked: "I don't know... this master can be in the mansion, under the..."

Dong Xun smiled slightly and said, "My wife has always been a single person. There are no masters in the house. Everyone in this town knows about it."

He shuddered, "Single alone? Why, how could it be? Four years ago, someone saw her and her husband in the grassland..." Having said this, he suddenly fell silent, and Dong Xun said: "Young Master is an old acquaintance of Madam, right?"

Seeing that he was speechless for a while, Dong Xun smiled again, "Young master has been in all kinds of strange behaviors since he entered the village. If this old man can't even see the way out, he has lived so many years in vain. Four A few years ago... Madam did take Xiu to the grassland, and if the old man expected it well, then the 'husband-in-law' would be more than the old man's playful little girl pretending to be... But Xiu is indeed Madam's own flesh and blood..."

The repeated news made him overwhelmed, and he rekindled hope in his heart, but he was afraid that it was just a delusion, lest this last thought would be in vain, he stared at the maple tree, and finally asked: "She... How old is her daughter now?"

Dong Xun said: "This old man first met his wife in Mengchun, the year of Ding You. At that time, his wife was pregnant with Liu Jia, and Xiu was born in less than four months. Today, Xiu is already seven years old."

Ding You Year, Ding You Year Meng Chun.

He closed his eyes heavily, tears still welling up in his eyes.

Why didn't he think that it was his daughter.

How could she be willing to leave with her flesh and blood, how did she, how did she survive alone.

Dong Xun invited him into the house to drink tea, and slowly told her all these years.

It turns out that she drifted to their former home in Guangling and lost all her savings, and then drifted to this point. By chance, she met Dong Xun, the shopkeeper who was near the bankruptcy of the restaurant.

She bought the restaurant, recovered the decline of the restaurant, and let Dong Xun continue to operate in the restaurant. Since then, Dong Xun has not left his side.

Even if he has his own business group, he will still regard her as the most respected person in front of her.

Dong Xun said that she has never seen a woman stronger than his wife.

I still remember that the night before the child was born, she suddenly suffered from abdominal pain, and it was too late to call the town's wife Wen. Even so, she was able to calm everyone down when everyone was in a panic. A healthy baby is born.

Song Langsheng couldn't imagine such a scene. She was so afraid of pain, but he was not by her side when she was in the most pain.

Dong Xun said that he didn't know his wife's past, although she often laughed, but her eyes did not hide the meaning of loneliness.

Because of business, she has traveled extensively for many years, visited many places, and met many celebrities. There are many admirers among them, but she is never tempted by them.

Occasionally asked, she only said: I am already married, how can I marry again?

She said she was married, but Dong Xun had never met her husband.

The dull pain in his heart made him unable to listen.

He asked, "Do you know where she went?"

Dong Xun shook his head gently: "At that time, the first emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne. The old man only knew that the wife was driving all the way to the north, and she walked in a hurry, but I don't know the reason..."

Fingers clenched my palm tightly, and the rain stopped suddenly. I could only hear the sound of dripping water in front of the eaves, and it splashed into water.

She went to look for him, and after hearing his bad news, she rushed to the capital day and night, no longer caring about anything else.

After many years, even though she has become the calm and wise hostess in other people's mouths, she can't be calm and self-contained when she encounters him. At this moment, he wished he could put his wings on her side immediately, he was afraid that she would cry for him again.

Seeing that he couldn't wait to leave, Dong Xun called out to him: "Master Song, the southeast wind has already picked up the sea, I'm afraid I won't be able to sail tonight." He paused, only listening to Dong Xun Meaningful words: "No matter what is important, you should take good care of yourself so that you can protect the person you want to protect."

He thought, maybe Dong Xun had guessed something. Just didn't get it out.

The next morning, he arrived at the ferry early to wait for the first ferry going north.

The sea and sky were gray and blue, and only the lights on the bow of the boat could be seen on the sea, slowly sailing in the light of dawn.

He stood slowly, facing the sea breeze, watching the dawn of the day.

When the boat came to the shore, the boatman put down the longboard and let the passengers off the boat first. There was an endless stream of people coming and going at the ferry. He was about to board the boat, but his body was as stiff as a stone at the moment when the light and shadow interlaced.

Beside the stone fence, the person he was thinking about was coming slowly with a beautiful child.

He held his breath, and even hesitated to make a sound, lest it disturb the dream-like scene in front of him.

In order to make her mother happy, the little girl asked her mother to lean over and stroked her forehead. The bank was crowded with people, she didn't see him, picked up her daughter and brushed past him.

His heart beat faster and faster, but he didn't dare to step forward to recognize him.

The sun was rising, and seagulls swept past. The little girl slumped her head on her mother's shoulder and found him staring here in a daze.

She frowned, pointed her finger at him, and said softly, "Mother, there is a good-looking uncle watching you and crying."

She turned around, the morning glow reflected on the blue emerald smoke shirt through the clouds, her face was crimson and elegant.

The crowd searched for her thousands of degrees, eight years, eight months, and thirteen days, counting silently in my heart, and seeing each other forever.