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After the affairs of the underworld were temporarily settled, Fang Jian left the Heavenly Palace and returned to the human world to continue his inspection tour.
The Third Prince had been going crazy outside for more than ten days. He had a lot of fun, was crazy enough, and was also tired. After returning to Fang Jian, the whole horse looked extremely lazy. But it was a good thing that way, because Fang Jian could just ride it leisurely to tour the world.
When Fang Jian passed by Yanzhou Prefecture again, he saw a group of people crowded together in front of him, looking at the city wall. Their shouts and yells mixed together, making it very lively.
Fang Jian rode his horse and looked at the city wall from a distance, only to see a man with disheveled hair and a dirty face, but wearing a brand new silk brocade, standing on the tower like a madman, and from time to time he threw handfuls of copper coins from the tower.
The people below the city wall rushed forward to grab the copper coins.
A fairy light flashed in Fang Jian's eyes, and he finally saw clearly that the crazy man on the city wall of Yanzhou Prefecture was Yan Daoqing.
An old man passed by with a shoulder pole on his shoulder. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Fang Jian quickly asked the old man, "Father, what's going on?"
The old man glanced at Fang Jian and said, "The eldest son of the Yan family has gone crazy. He spends every day throwing money on the city wall. Is he from out of town?"
Fang Jian nodded and said, "From Suxi County."
老者点点头，说道：“整个兖州府谁不知道严家大公子最爱他的妻子，为了他的妻子连自己的老爹都敢揍，唉...可惜了啊，数日前这位夫人突然暴毙，严家大公子就
He's crazy. Every day, besides coming here to throw money, as soon as the sun sets, he sits at the city gate and looks at the sky. He also refuses to let the guards close the gate, saying that his wife will come back... Alas..."
Having said that, the old man shook his head again and walked away.
After the old man left, Fang Jian stopped outside the city and watched until the sun set and all the people went into the city. Then Yan Daoqing stumbled and ran out of the city gate corridor like a madman, and then sat down against the city wall.
He stared blankly at the direction where the sun was setting. Then a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, as if he was waiting for someone to come back.
At this moment, Yan Daoqing was like a tree without roots, without direction, without nature, without roots, lonely, cold, and lost.
Fang Jian also noticed that at the moment when Yan Daoqing was sitting outside the city gate, a figure in armor appeared on the city wall. He had a slightly old face, a sword hanging from his waist, and a team of personal soldiers followed behind him.
Judging from his facial features, this person looks very similar to Yan Daoqing. It doesn't take much to tell Fang Jian that this old man is Yan Xiumin.
As the military chariot captain of Yanzhou Prefecture, one of Yan Xiumin's duties was to guard Yanzhou Prefecture. It was the law of the Tang Dynasty court to close the city gates when the time came. Yan Daoqing's behavior naturally made it difficult to enforce this law.
Therefore, at this time every day, Yan Xiumin would stand on the city wall in military uniform, personally guarding the safety of Yanzhou City... and also accompanying his son.
Fang Jian watched for a moment and was about to ride his horse forward to check on Yan Daoqing's condition. However, at this moment, a clear and ethereal singing voice rang out from the wilderness outside the city:
The tree has no roots, the flowers are so beautiful, who would be willing to give up the greed for glory?
The affairs of life are like a boat in the sea of suffering, drifting freely.
It is difficult to moor in the boundless and shoreless sea, and it often swims in dangerous places where fish and dragons live.
If you are willing to look back, you will see the shore. Don’t wait until the storm destroys the boat.
Listening to the song "Rootless Tree", Fang Jian smiled knowingly. He knew without thinking that another madman had come out of seclusion.
Fang Jian did not linger any longer, and gave up the idea of going to check on Yan Daoqing. Instead, he turned his horse's head, and with a light shout, the Third Prince carried Fang Jian along the official road towards the south.
And in the quiet night, the loud and ethereal singing voice still rings clearly:
...a tree without roots, with many flowers blooming all over the ground, separated by a river of love.
It is difficult to climb, what can I do? I have to walk step by step to the dragon and tiger's nest.
I picked the yellow flowers and returned to the cave, and my name was inscribed in the Purple Palace forever.
Smiling, Baiyun, prepare to climb the ladder to Daluo.
Yan Xiumin, standing on the city wall, could not help but stare at the clear and ethereal singing. He then said to a personal soldier behind him, "Prepare torches and leave the city. This song is extraordinary. A master must have come here."
"Yes." The personal guard nodded and left.
Yan Daoqing, who was sitting against the wall at the foot of the city, turned his neck stiffly, tears flashing in his eyes. He stared blankly at the dark wilderness in front of him, muttering to himself: "The affairs of life are like a boat in the sea of suffering, drifting without freedom..."
"Life is like a boat on a sea of suffering..."
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