NFBE Chapter 247 Yun Gui Awakens Spring
Chapter 247 Yun Gui Awakens Spring
On a mountain road in the southern region of Da Shun, a long convoy was slowly moving forward. Leading the convoy was a refined-looking man dressed in black. He was none other than Linden, who was ordered to escort military supplies and provisions to Fuyang City.
The sound of hooves hitting the ground came from behind him. A tall horse stopped behind him, its front hooves raised high. The middle-aged man sitting on it had a stern face and powerful, well-defined muscles. A black cloak completely covered his body, but when the horse's hooves were raised high, a golden kite totem was revealed inside the cloak.
It was none other than the Golden Kite Guard under Liu Mingyi's command.
The spirited horse reared up behind him, but Lin Xiang, a scholar by birth, remained unperturbed. The young man slowly raised his hand and held it out in front of the Golden Kite Guard: "Things."
The middle-aged man respectfully handed over a sealed wax pellet. Lin Xiang took it and rolled it around in his hand a few times, finally looking at his neatly trimmed nails with a puzzled expression.
Then the middle-aged man saw Lyndon with a gentle smile on his face and handed him the wax pill again: "Thank you for your trouble."
The middle-aged man secretly glared at him, then opened the wax pill and handed it to Linden.
The young man unrolled the small strip of paper, his expression changed slightly, and then he sighed.
"I was thinking of telling Miss Cui this news, so I could get a favor from her."
The young man took the tinderbox from his attendant and burned the note.
As expected of an immortal who appears and disappears without a trace, he actually left just like that.
The note burned out in Lyndon's hand, and a somewhat eerie smile appeared on the young man's face.
"That's fine too, since it's still a country ruled by individuals anyway."
The young man murmured something and looked at the road ahead.
The group is now following a road that extends from deep in the mountains, gradually widening at the foot of the mountain, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
At the confluence of the sea, there stands a vast and magnificent city.
No, it's more like a fortified city than a city wall. The walls of Fuyang City have been continuously raised over the past decade, and are adorned with countless magical artifacts and restrictions from the Immortal Sect. It's said that four Nascent Soul level and two Deity Transformation level formations from the War Puppet Mansion are also deployed on the outer perimeter.
This wasn't the first time Lyndon had seen Fuyang City as it was now. Although Xie Lingchao wasn't exactly a suspicious ruler, he was extremely attentive to everything concerning Luoxia Mountain. Within a year, Lyndon had visited Fuyang City at least three or four times.
Even so, his heart would still burn every time he saw this enormous human pass.
Now... is the closest the human and demon races have ever come to victory.
When the caravan arrived at the city walls of Fuyang, demons were already waiting there. The person they were handing over was a hedgehog spirit named Huang Shou.
After transforming, he became a chubby little boy, missing an arm.
It is said that he was torn apart alive by the demons on the battlefield of the demons on the other side of the desolate sea. Because his injuries were too severe, there was no other way but to send him to Fuyang City.
Both the human and demon races paid a heavy price in this war.
"Prime Minister Lin." Huang Shou watched as his men hauled the military supplies and provisions into Fuyang City, where curious civilians watched from the city gates. A happy smile graced his face.
"General Zhu has arrived at Luoxia Mountain today with his army that has retreated from the front lines. Miss Cui will go ahead first. I have official business to attend to, so I will take my leave now."
Lyndon nodded, a gentle smile on his face.
"I understand, Brother Huang, please proceed."
Huang Shou walked into the city gate and disappeared in an instant.
Linden ordered the soldiers and Golden Kite Guards who had come with him to enter the city to rest, while he strolled leisurely into the city.
As soon as the young man in brocade robes entered through the city gate, he was greeted warmly by the people along the way.
The soldiers guarding the city gate, the passersby walking on the street, and even the children laughing and playing in the street all smiled and talked to him.
It's like living in a peaceful country without war or sacrifice.
The country is prosperous and the people are at peace; the seas are calm and the rivers are clear.
"Sir! Come and have a bowl of noodles!" A simple and friendly female voice suddenly came from behind him. Linden turned around and saw a noodle stall behind him.
A simply dressed couple was busy at their stall, and it was the woman who had called out to him earlier.
Lyndon originally intended to refuse, but for some reason, the aroma of the braised noodles from the stall made him suddenly crave noodles.
So Lyndon took a few steps forward, stood in front of the braised noodle stall, and glanced at the soup in the big pot.
The pot of soup churned in front of Lyndon, with large chunks of bone and meat tumbling inside. The enticing aroma seemed to materialize, emanating from it and holding Lyndon captive.
A few moments later, Minister Lin of the Great Shun Dynasty sat on a small stool at the stall, his wide sleeves rolled up. He held his chopsticks expectantly, waiting for his braised noodles.
Linden was staring blankly at the stall owner's back, his perfectly shaped eyes gazing intently, unaware that someone was approaching from behind.
By the time he realized what was happening, a plate of braised meat had already been placed on the table in front of him.
Linden looked up and saw a little girl in front of her, dressed in light purple, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with bright, sparkling eyes looking at her.
The middle-aged woman stood behind her, grabbed her shoulders, and smiled at Lyndon.
"Good morning, sir! I have an article that I don't quite understand." The young girl bowed to Linden, her voice sweet and obedient.
Lyndon smiled at the little girl, then held out his hand to her: "Let the master take a look."
The middle-aged woman released her grip and pushed her daughter forward slightly. Apologetic smile played on her lips: "This is my little girl, thank you for your trouble, sir."
Lyndon said it was no trouble, then looked at the scroll in his hand: "Let the sir see what article it is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiang's expression froze.
He picked up the book and asked Bao'er beside him, "Is this the article?"
Bao'er nodded: "Yes?"
Lyndon: "Really?"
Bao'er nodded again: "Indeed!"
The learned and high-ranking official, Lin Xiang, a model of the literati of the Great Shun Dynasty, bit his knuckles rather undignifiedly, staring at the "Ode to the Awakening of Spring in the Clouds and Osmanthus" on the scroll, speechless with emotion.
After taking a closer look, I indeed saw the three large characters "Lin Qingfan" at the end of the article.
The young girl looked at the seemingly learned man in front of her and remained silent, so she softly asked, "Sir?"
Linden glanced at her. Bao'er didn't say much, but he could still see some unspoken words in her bright eyes.
Sir, are you unfamiliar with this article?
Lyndon thought to himself, "I know this article very well. There's no one in the world who knows it better than me."
However, the more familiar you are with someone, the more awkward things become when it comes to articles.
Bao'er pulled the scroll away from Lin Deng, pointed to the three characters "Lin Qingfan" on it, and asked, "Does the gentleman know Prime Minister Lin?"
“Our master said that Prime Minister Lin is a pillar of His Majesty’s court and the backbone of the Great Shun Dynasty.”
Lyndon covered his face.
Just then, his braised noodles arrived. He couldn't bear to send the little girl away, so he ate the noodles while listening to her praise Lin Xiang.
My toes almost plowed two acres of land into the ground.
Fifteen minutes later, after finishing his braised noodles, Lin Xiang, with the heart of a warrior going to his death, looked at Bao'er beside him.
The little girl seemed to have sensed something. Instead of asking any profound questions, she pointed to the title of the article and asked, "Sir, why is this article called 'Ode to the Awakening of Spring by Osmanthus'?"
This is a simple question. The teachers in the school have all covered it. Surely this teacher knows it?
Linden looked at the incredibly intelligent girl and smiled gently.
"Sir, your knowledge is not profound, but I can still answer this question."
Two scholars, one tall and one short, sat at a table in a noodle stall. Amidst the enticing aroma of food, Lyndon slowly began to speak:
"In the early years of the late emperor's reign, this Minister Lin was a scholar from Xunchun City. He had studied diligently in the capital for a long time and was finally going to participate in the imperial examination and embark on his official career..."
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the young man, filled with anticipation, went to the City God Temple to offer incense for his official career.
They had expected the place to be packed with people, but it was actually nearly deserted. Everyone had gone to the execution ground to watch the corrupt officials being beheaded by the imperial guards.
On the first day of the new year, Linden was not pushed or shoved and quietly lit an incense stick.
Only later did he learn that on that day, the people chose to trust their monarch and their country for the first time.
I do not believe in God, but I believe in myself.
At a time when they should have been praying to the gods, they chose to look to the administration of officials…
On that day, no one prayed to the gods to save Da Shun.
"This is the origin of the Ode to the Awakening of Spring in Yun Gui. The late emperor lit a fire, setting Yun Gui City ablaze. Countless years of humiliation for the human race were ignited by the flames, and for many years afterward... it was a time of snow followed by spring."
After the young man finished speaking, Bao'er wondered if it was just her imagination, but she actually saw a hint of tears in his eyes.
“But sir… the passage you mentioned at the beginning, the Master never spoke of.”
Linden took a small piece of silver from his sleeve and placed it on the table: "If the teacher didn't mention it, it's because the teacher doesn't know. If the teacher asks, just tell him to go find Prime Minister Lin."
After speaking, Lin Deng stood up, bowed to Bao'er, and left.
Bao'er didn't realize what was happening until the man's figure disappeared down the street. She grabbed the silver coins from the table and shouted, "Sir, I won't take your money!"
By the time she chased him across the street, the man had already disappeared.
Lyndon had one more thing he didn't say.
The young talent Lin Xiang, who was worshipped by thousands, did not include the part about offering incense at the beginning in his "Ode to the Awakening of Spring in the Osmanthus Tree," perhaps simply because of his vanity.
They were unwilling to admit that while the masses believed in the future, they themselves were praying to the gods in the temple.
But none of that matters now.
A smile appeared on the young man's face.
Today, the great fire that once raged in Yun Gui City has finally spread throughout the entire Da Shun, and everyone is chanting... "May the spring last forever."
Everyone believes... that it will last forever.