Chapter 76: Gone and Never Returned
It was just dawn.
Gong Shangguo opened his eyes and felt full of energy and spirit.
Yesterday, a few good friends got drunk and washed off the mud on their bodies.
He can no longer sleep.
When he got up from the bed, he saw Xun Ke holding Cang and drowsy in the hall.
Hearing the noise, Xun Ke quickly perked up, rubbed his eyes and looked over, calling out in a daze, "Aren't you going to sleep anymore?"
"woke up."
Gong Shangguo smiled and nodded, "You should go to bed soon, Brother Gu and Brother Mo don't need you to watch over them."
“Ah~”
Xun Ke yawned but shook his head repeatedly, saying, "I heard that drunk people feel very uncomfortable. How can we not watch them? Besides, we still have Cang to take care of. We don't know when he will wake up. Someone needs to watch over him and comfort him."
"Oh well."
Gong Shangguo stopped trying to persuade him, and took out a letter from his sleeve and gently placed it beside Xun Ke, saying, "After Brother Gu and Brother Mo wake up, I will show this letter to them. I have some things to do, so I will leave first."
"Are you leaving now?" Xun Ke's sleepiness faded a little. "You just came back, aren't you going to stay for a few days? It's quiet here, Mr. Gu. Just don't talk to Qin Lisheng."
"No."
Gong Shangguo shook his head. "There are too many things to do. Even if I rush to do them, I can never finish them. It's about time to take a day off."
As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed Xun Ke's head, encouraging him: "The future of Mohism depends on you."
Xun Ke puffed out his chest proudly and said as a matter of course: "Of course!"
As I stepped out of the courtyard, it was clearly daybreak, but there were already many vendors pushing their carts on the roadside, cautiously waiting for customers, but there was no hawking sound.
Gong Shangguo walked around the imperial capital almost aimlessly. Dayue had been established for more than two hundred years, but the years of repair and maintenance of this capital city far exceeded that number.
Countless storms and winds have come down, leaving traces of many years on the city walls.
If you look closely at the wall, you can easily see some knife marks and arrow holes hidden among the moist moss.
The country's two hundred years of history is a period of time that several generations cannot experience in their entire lives, but it is not even comparable to the few traces on the city wall.
Is there anything that can remain in the long river of time and never be destroyed? Unconsciously, Gong Shangguo walked to the city gate.
But I saw a group of people carrying a coffin and walking out of the city gate in silence.
There was no crying, no farewell music, only a pure white silence and tranquility moving towards the distance.
But behind that group of people, there was clearly someone holding a gong and suona, but he didn't play it. Instead, he was quietly following behind the crowd.
Gong Shangguo looked puzzled and followed the crowd quietly.
It was not until they were ten miles away from the imperial capital that the musician following the crowd finally played the funeral music.
And the family members were finally able to let out their voices and cry loudly.
The doubt in his eyes became more and more intense. Gong Shangguo approached a person and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, sir, why was there no one crying when the coffin was carried away from home, but the funeral music was played when it was halfway there?"
Under the white headscarf, the old man looked at him and lowered his voice, "Don't you see what time it is? How can you cry in the imperial capital!"
"Um?"
Gong Shangguo was stunned.
But my father-in-law is gradually walking away.
It was not until he returned to the gate of the imperial capital and saw the colorful flowers decorated with bright red silk hanging on the city gate that he suddenly realized.
Emperor Zongming, 60th birthday Everything is explained.
Just the Wanshou Palace is not enough to demonstrate the emperor's dignity.
Since it's a birthday party, then of course people are allowed to laugh but not cry, and it should be a celebration for everyone.
How can the life and death of ordinary people pollute the peaceful and happy place of the imperial capital?
The emperor is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see his people cry.
Gong Shangguo lowered his eyes and quickly came to an inn.
"Young Master!"
The shopkeeper came up to him hurriedly and looked at him worriedly.
The young man's mental state was probably problematic yesterday. He even consulted a fortune teller last night, and the woman was most likely possessed by a ghost.
Fortunately, he slapped the young master hard, otherwise he would have been almost cursed to death by the ghost.
"Prepare some hot water and get my clothes." Gong Shangguo said.
"Which one are you talking about?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously.
Gong Shangguo said calmly: "Liuyun Zhuiyue suit."
"you"
The shopkeeper was surprised and said with some excitement: "Are you finally going to meet His Majesty?"
Gong Shangguo walked into the room, his voice floating over, "I'll go see him!"
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Take a shower and change clothes.
The beauty of a big moon lies in its pure white color, and the whitest one is the moon.
Only those who are not royal relatives can wear the color of moonlight white.
Among the white moon colors, there is one color that is the most respected, which is called "flowing clouds chasing the moon".
This material can only be produced by a strange species called the Ice Emperor Silkworm, and it is completely impossible to cultivate artificially.
Even if the royal family wanted to get a piece of clothing woven entirely with Liuyun Zhuiyue silk, they would have to wait for several years or even decades if they were unlucky.
Therefore, a piece of Flowing Clouds and Chasing the Moon dress symbolizes much more than just clothing.
That is status, power, and respect that is almost unrivaled in the entire Dayue territory.
Gong Shangguo changed into the Liuyun Zhuiyue suit. The clothing, woven with Ice Emperor silk, was thin and soft. It was not afraid of ordinary water and fire, and could also dry and clean itself without being stained by dust.
When it sways slightly, even if you stand under the scorching sun in the daytime, it seems as if the moonlight is flowing on it, which is beautiful beyond words.
If you don't have this kind of thing when you are born, you don't have to think about it again in this life.
His family had prepared this dress for him fifteen years, and this was the first time he wore it.
When Gong Shangguo walked out of the box, the shopkeeper was stunned when he saw Gong Shangguo wearing the Liuyun Zhuiyue suit.
It is said that clothes make the man and saddles make the horse.
The young master's appearance is rare in the world, and with the setting of his Liuyun Zhuiyue suit, anyone who sees him would be attracted by his appearance.
"Young Master, you are like an immortal!"
The shopkeeper knelt down, knocked his head on his palms, and spoke almost piously.
"Immortal?"
Gong Shangguo shook his head slightly, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Immortal, can you come out and save the world?"
No answer.
He walked downstairs. The waiter in the lobby and the people who had just gotten up for breakfast were all stunned when they saw him. That dazzling white was like a third of the moonlight from the sky. How could the world contain such a holy thing? After a moment, everyone came to their senses and knelt down.
"Greetings, sir!"
Gong Shangguo said nothing, walked out of the inn silently and headed towards the palace.
Along the way, anyone who saw him would kowtow and kneel down after realizing what was happening, with the yamen runners patrolling the streets kowtowing the loudest.
When the imperial palace was right in front of him and the palace guards were kneeling down to ask him questions, Gong Shangguo could not help but turn his head and look at a certain corner.
Brothers, the world is like this, it’s not good to get drunk all the time.
I won't be back this time! You guys, have a good sleep.
(End of this chapter)