Chapter 311 Condolences
Princess Pingyang eventually died in Jiangcheng.
Zhu Huaizhen sighed deeply when he heard the sad news.
She decided that in the next few days, Haiyue Cottage could only perform tragic dramas.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
"Peach Blossom Fan" is sad.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
"The Injustice of Dou E" is also sad.
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, hand in hand, go up Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I do not think!
"Autumn in the Han Palace" is still sad.
"Your Highness, Princess Pingyang's personal maid sent someone to tell her that it's not right for Madam Zhu not to go to pay her respects to her mother-in-law." Tu Mi said in a low voice.
Zhu Huaizhen was lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, and moving it up and down, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
She said "oh", then changed into simple clothes and went to the ruins of the Jokhang Palace.
In the ruins of the Jokhang Palace, soul-calling banners fluttered and cries of grief continued.
Princess Pingyang's mourning hall is located here.
According to Princess Pingyang's last wish, her body was to be cremated and buried under the ruins of the Jokhang Palace.
In this way, she would watch over Nan Chu for Nan Yan and not allow anyone to interfere with Nan Chu.
Zhu Huaizhen washed his hands, burned incense, and knelt down to pay homage. He also brought some food related to bergamot.
There are bergamot pear soup, bergamot tangerine peel porridge, bergamot honey tea, bergamot rose drink, bergamot poria cake, bergamot black plum drink, bergamot bamboo drink, bergamot jam, bergamot ginger soup, cold bergamot and so on.
"Is this Buddhist incense?" Zhu Huaizhen couldn't help but frown.
I heard that people who have been to the battlefield don't like Buddhist incense.
"Madam Zhu, it's Jia Luoxiang." Princess Pingyang's personal maid choked.
The main ingredients of kiang incense are agarwood, sandalwood, kalanchoe, magnolia, cloves, camphor, and ambergris. First, wash and remove the dirt from the agarwood, dry it in the shade, and sprinkle it with ambergris solution three times. Then, dry it in the shade, roast it, and grind it into a fine powder. Next, grind the sandalwood, preferably the Indian sandalwood, into a fine powder. Use the male cloves of Caryophyllus caryophyllus, also into a fine powder. Next, mix the three incense powders according to the ratio that Yuwen Cheng determined after much research. Next, take dried magnolia and kalanchoe flowers, grind them, and mix them into the incense powder. Finally, take an appropriate amount of camphor, grind it into a fine powder, and mix it with the previously prepared incense powder. When using, wrap it in a gauze bag, tighten the air vent, and store it in a closet. Alternatively, wrap it in a sachet and decorate it with jade and hang it in a meditation room for meditation and chanting.
There is a saying about galoxiang, which is waiting.
The maid waited her entire life, until she became a nun, and even until she died, but she still couldn't wait for the boy she loved. It turned out that the boy had died in battle a long time ago, and he even sent someone to send Jialuoxiang to tell the maid.
Unfortunately, the man fell ill and was sick for three years. It was only three years later that the Jialuoxiang was sent.
"Princess Pingyang, you must have some old things to give me." Zhu Huaizhen pondered for a long time.
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