The days are short and the nights are long, why not light a candle and go for a stroll?
Enjoyment should be seized in time; why wait for the future?
Hanging the lantern on the eaves, Fu Xian closed his eyes contentedly as he listened to the long, drawn-out murmur behind him.
A waning moon hangs over one shoulder, two palms reflect autumn water, and the lantern on the small building sways gently.
Far away, like starlight.
Volume Two, Chapter Six of Guan Ju
The heavens are crying again. Last month, their tears flooded their hometown. What will they cry away this time? He and his mother clearly did nothing to upset the heavens, so why won't the heavens let them go?
Good boy, we'll be fine once we reach the capital.
Really, Mother?
It's true, of course, because the emperor is the Son of Heaven.
What is the Son of Heaven?
They are the sons of the Heavenly Lord, and we are the subjects of the Heavenly Lord.
The Emperor is the son of Heaven, and he and his mother are also the Emperor's sons. Well, although the generations are a bit mixed up, they're still relatives. The Master said there are no parents in the world who don't love their children, and along the way, his mother always gave him the food they begged for first. It seems that once they reach the capital, they'll have the Emperor's love.
Hmph, when that time comes, he'll file a complaint with the Emperor and have him give his father a good talking to.
Thinking this way, he no longer felt unbearably hungry. When he and his mother arrived in Zhili with great joy, they didn't even see the capital city before being beaten out by the city gate guards.
Mother, Mother, why won't we be allowed to enter the city? Has the Emperor abandoned us?
His mother didn't speak, she just held him, her tears falling faintly, without any saltiness. They hadn't eaten salt for so long, so long that they no longer had the strength to go on.
Mom, I'm so hungry, so very hungry.
Kid, open your mouth.
The familiar grassy smell filled my mouth.
Swallow it down so you can have strength, my dear child, swallow it down quickly.
He tried so hard to swallow, but his body still reacted involuntarily. Accompanied by acidic gastric juices, a grassy smell gushed out from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.
Kid, kid.
Mother, don't cry... don't cry...
Grandpa! Grandpa!
It seemed like darkness was falling, and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly. He only felt his mother holding him tightly, and she was swaying as if chasing something. He listened vaguely, the sound getting closer and closer, and then it stopped.
It's a horse-drawn carriage.
Grandpa, please give me something to eat, please, grandpa, please.
Get out of my way, you filthy ghost! How dare you block my master's path!
Please, sir, my child is only three years old, only three years old!
The carriage moved a few steps, then suddenly stopped again.
Raise your head.
Please, sir, please.
She is quite good-looking.
The voice was frivolous and sounded old.
Xu Cheng led her into the car.
Yes, sir, then this child.
I threw it away.
No, no, sir, I beg you, sir!
Though he couldn't open his eyes, he knew someone was pulling at his mother. He gripped her sleeve tightly; he'd rather starve than leave her.
The little beast is being held tightly.
With a snap, his wrist felt like it had shattered, and the intense pain restored a little of his vision.
Child! Child!
The mother was tied up again and again with ropes, and then thrown into a glittering golden carriage.
mother……
He stretched out his hand with all his might, his palm softly folding into an arc.
Grandpa, please don't take my mother away.
He pleaded weakly.
Robbery? This official never robs his people.