Chapter 1 Sad Wind Blows Tears to Resign the Imperial Capital

The Menghua Dynasty was at its peak. During the Yihe period, the emperor was extravagant, overhauled the palace, and was obsessed with calligraphy and painting, and ignored the government. In the court, treacherous tycophants control power, corruption, and favoritism and fraud have become a trend. Far away from the rivers and lakes, after years of famine, harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes have not been reduced at all, and people are full of complaints. However, Xinguo in the north kept provoking. The court did not try its best to strengthen the army's preparation for war and sent elite soldiers to protect the country, but only sought peace. In the face of the provocation of Xinguo, the Menghua Dynasty is often left and right. The dynasty, which has been founded for more than 100 years, has been shaken by storm.

It is suitable for four years of winter, Kaifeng.

The Mu Mansion in the west of Kaifeng City is the official residence of Mu Xiangdong. It's just that this high-door mansion is very different from the past. Without the guards at the door, there are almost no servants coming and going. Mu Xiangdong impeached Tong Guan, was falsely accused of corruption, and was exiled to Lingnan. Departure tomorrow.

In the empty study of the shogunate, Mu Xiangdong sat alone in a chair and meditated. This study was built when he first built an official residence. Here, he picked up the lamp to read official documents, audited the achievements of officials and impeached illegal officials, and worked hard to maintain the stormy court situation and guarded the final righteousness. However, all this is over. For him, it was a sudden change, from the members of the court to the exile, but his last concern was not utilitarian wealth, but the court that covered the sky with black clouds. However, he is powerless. He has worked hard for the last bit of strength, and he died without regret, not to mention exile. It's just that the children... that's the softest place in the bottom of my heart. Thinking of that pair of children, the talented and elegant cold stars, smart as beautiful as flowers and jade cold moon. Originally, they were born in the family of Zhongming Ding Food. They have been used to being rich and comfortable since childhood. Can they stand such a big change?

"Dad, Dad..." A crisp voice came in. A little girl about six or seven years old flashed in. Dressed in cyan clothes, she is delicate and quiet. The little girl's skin is pink and white, and her big eyes are like stars shining. This little girl is Mu Hanyue, the daughter of Mu Xiangdong.

"Little Moon." Mu Xiangdong took his beloved daughter in one hand and held her in his arms.

"Dad, why is Mrs. He and Mrs. Liu missing? Have they all left? Why?"

"Because... because we are moving, it's too far away, so they won't follow. They went home for the Spring Festival.

The little cold moon is puzzled. Are we going to move far and far away?

"It's far away, walk a lot, take a carriage for a long time, and then cross the Yangtze River... The flowers there bloom all year round. Don't Xiaoyue like flowers very much?"

Although Mu Xiangdong's voice is far and vast, she doesn't understand the young cold moon. Hearing the flowers bloom all year round, she smiled with satisfaction.

"Dad," when they spoke, Mu Hanxing also came in and bowed to his father. He is 11 or 12 years old, with the charm of Mu Xiangdong in his eyebrows. The sword eyebrows are elegant, and their manners are modest and indifferent temperament that does not belong to this age. Dad, mother said that the goods were ready to stop. Please have a look.

"Good." Mu Xiangdong responded. Look at your weak son admiringly. After all, the strict son who has been carefully trained over the years has not failed to live up to himself. Whether it's reading, writing or talking, it's very close to him. Han Xing, take your sister to the street and remember to come back at noon. Mu Xiangdong ordered.

"Yes", Han Xing answered and took his sister out.

As the New Year approaches, although there are still wars at the border from time to time, the imperial capital is prosperous. There are many shops on the street, teahouses and restaurants, and the streets are full of all kinds of exquisite handicrafts. People rubbed their shoulders on the street, and hawkers shouted endlessly. There is a festive New Year atmosphere.

"Almond crisp, osmanthus cake, Xiaoyue, what do you want to eat?" Mu Hanxing looked at the bustling market and asked his sister. Their age difference is six or seven years, and the cold star is very sensible and cute. He has always spoiled this little sister very much. He knows that he will leave here tomorrow. I'm afraid it will take a long time to eat the snacks in this market. He always wants his sister to eat more. Naturally, he didn't know that since then, they have never been able to return to this prosperous Bianliang City.

"Brother, I still want to eat sugar-coated haws." Mu Hanyue blinked her big shining eyes and prayed in a clear voice.

"But Xiaoyue, you have already taken one, and your teeth will be sour if you eat it again."

"No, I want it!" The cold moon has a small mouth.

The cold star smiled helplessly. Han Yue has been spoiled by her parents since she was a child, and her personality has always been the best. Before he answered, Han Yue had shaken his hand and ran to the sugar-coated hawker.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the south. The fierce horse hissed and rushed straight over. People hurriedly flashed to both sides. He knocked over the hawker's grocery store and hit the people around him. The surprised people shouted incoherently.

Han Xing saw his petite sister being knocked out of the crowd and hit in the center of the street. He tried his best to squeeze out of the crowd, but he was squeezed into the crowd and couldn't move.

"Brother..." Han Yue was hit to the ground, crying and shouting, without paying any attention to the horse's hoofs around her. The horse's hoof raised by the already crazy horse actually kicked the weak girl into mid-air.

"Xiaoyue..." The already naked cold star rushed to his sister's side. My sister had fainted and didn't hear his heartbreaking call.

Mufu in the middle of the night was brightly lit for the last time.

A doctor came to see Han Yue's injury. Although he was not injured, one leg was broken. If it is usual, you can naturally take good care of your wounds in the house, but tomorrow you will travel thousands of miles to Yunnan. How could she stand the bumpy road? If her legs move, she may be lame all her life.

When he thought of this, Mu Xiangdong frowned. The lady next to her is already full of tears. The house leaks in a sudden rain, and the family's misfortunes continue. It's really a trick.

Han Xing has been standing by her sister's bed, bowing her head and saying a word. Although his father didn't scold him very harshly, his father said, "How do you take care of your sister? You can afford to take a little responsibility as a brother!" It made him heartbroken, not to mention that his sister was so seriously injured that she even frowned when she fell asleep.

The next day, Mufu set off under the guard of the official.

This time, in addition to the four Mu family, only the servant Yang Zhong's family was accompanied. Yang Zhong was a book boy in his early years, and the two accompanied each other for 20 years, just like brothers who could not be separated. His wife, Mrs. Yang, is Mrs. Mu's dowry. According to the particulars, Yang Liu, a daughter of the same age as Han Xing, is naturally a maid of the Mu family. Their family is loyal and logical to accompany them. In the past, it was a shogunate with a large number of people, but today there are only a few people standing. Three carriages are enough to take this home to the remote border of Yunnan.

Even Mu Xiangdong, who despises wealth, fame and fortune as yellow sand, inevitably sighs. Looking at the shogunate, the big character of Zhu Hong's gate has become a thing of the past. Life has no roots and floats like dust. Scattered and driven by the wind, this is already extraordinary. At this moment, he deeply understood the meaning of this ancient poem. Looking at the children around them, what kind of life will they experience since then? The official couldn't allow him to linger and think, and urged him to get into the car.

In the carriage, Mu Xiangdong held the young girl in his arms, but every time the car bumped, the cold moon couldn't help crying. They prayed to the official to do it slowly, but the official looked like a master. There are still so many conditions for exile. If anyone is like this, how can we live? What's more, who can afford it after the date...", he is completely inseparable from Mu Xiangdong's prayer. Naturally, they didn't know that the proud and upright Mu Zhongcheng did not bow his head to anyone.

This winter, there was surprisingly much snow in the north, and the weather was surprisingly cold. The official road is also frozen. So the group walked very slowly. It took five days to get to Cizhou. As soon as I arrived in Cizhou, it began to snow heavily in the sky. It was almost dusk, and the group had to live in the post house.

At dusk, on the official road from south to north. A horse flies. The man on horseback is about 234 years old, with a clear face, sword eyebrows and temples, and cold eyes. He seemed to have been running for a long time, and his chest was undulating, but his eyes looked forward unwaveringly, tightening the horse's abdomen without any relaxation. And the jujube red horse, a well-eyed horse, knew at a glance that it was a good horse, but at this moment, it was also gasping slightly.

Entering the Cizhou, people's path to the post hall, just a small school greeted them.

"It's General Yi! You are back. You are going home for the Spring Festival. Why did you come here? I'm sorry to say good to you."

The person who came is Yi Feng, a young general whose ancestral home is Cizhou. The Yi family was originally an ordinary family in Cizhou, and there was nothing special about it. However, Yi Feng had been talented and intelligent since he was a child. Later, he happened to meet a famous teacher to guide the martial arts soldiers. Since he was young, he has made many extraordinary achievements in the army and soon became a general. In the autumn of this year, he became the only general of Huangzhou. This honor is Unpresult before. Although the Menghua Dynasty has always been heavy on literature and martial arts, Yi Feng is still respected by ordinary people.

"Little brother doesn't have to do that." Yi Feng is calm and introverted, usually silent, and his temperament of not being angry and arrogant, which makes people who are not familiar with him very timid. But for the soldiers at the bottom, he has always been kind. Let me ask you something. Do you know Lord Dongmu in the imperial history? He was exiled to Yunnan, but he came here?"

"Lord Mu, yes, they have just arrived. Rest here." The primary school returned.

Yi Feng exhaled slightly and finally found them. Although Yi Feng led the army for the general, he was also well aware of the political situation of the dynasty. Mu Xiangdong was demoted by the witch for impeachment of treacherous ministers. He was angry from the bottom of his heart and admired this adult who was loyal to the rules regardless of personal gains and losses. When it comes to friendship, they also have some friendship. Mu Xiangdong was entrusted by the court to inspect Yi Feng. He highly appreciated Yi Feng's virtue and talent, and highly praised him. Yi Feng also expressed his gratitude. However, they have always been a gentleman's friendship. Mu Xiangdong commented on Yi Feng's reality and conscience, and Yi Feng really admired this impartial colleague.

"Became to see him."

"But won't you go home first?" The small school asked hesitantly. However, Yi Feng's eyes were so firm that no one questioned him.

In the simple cabin in the post station, Mu Xiangdong frowned sadly. Daughter Hanyue's legs recovered very slowly in the bumps. Three days later, there was still bright red blood overflowing from time to time. I'm afraid that the leg bones may be dislocation, but no matter how much they pleaded, they are not allowed to go to the doctor. At this time, the court member fell into Pingyang, and even his young daughter was unable to rescue him. Mu Xiangdong was in pain, but there was nothing more he could do. The lady next to her hugged her daughter and couldn't help crying.

"Why did my child suffer so much? When did he suffer such a great crime? I don't know if he can endure it..."

Dinging knock on the door.

"Mr. Mu, are you in there? Someone came to see you."

Mu Xiangdong was stunned. Who would visit him so depressed in this cold time?

"Mr. Mu, Yi Feng came to see you."

A young man in military uniform flashed into the door. The man's proud and resolute temperament somehow cheered up the sad family.

"Brother Yi..." Holding Yi Feng's hand, Mu Xiangdong's words condensed for a moment. Although Mu Xiangdong has not been around for 40 years, he has recently suffered this disaster due to overwork, which has added a lot of vicissitudes.

The dim lights and cold wine in the post hall, Mu Xiangdong and Yi Feng had a long talk about the wine.

The political situation of the court, Li Mintianxia. Even if it happened, the concerns that I had worked hard still lingered in my mind. They are all ambitious men with the heart of the people. Although one is exiled to the frontier and the other is holding heavy soldiers, their beliefs are the same and there is still a lot to say.

After talking about political affairs, Yi Feng said slowly for a long time: "Sir, I was originally grateful to meet him. Although I don't have much acquaintance with him, we can also be said to be a confidant."

"This naturally, like a confidant of my brother, is enough for a lifetime!"

Mu Xiangdong smiled. After sweeping away the recent depression, it is quite a bit of literati's wildness and chic.

"Sir, there is a long way to go. What's the difficulty? Please don't worry about it!" Yi Feng is from the heart, and his tone is sincere.

"Okay, good brother," Mu Xiangdong raised his glass and drank all the tea in his hand, "Brother, you're really rude. I really have something to trouble you..."

The next morning, Mu Xiangdong handed over his daughter to Yi Feng.

"I only have this daughter, and I will give it to you."

"I regard it as my own and will never live up to my husband!"

Yi Feng's voice was loud.

Mu Xiangdong explained this arrangement to his wife, son and daughter in advance. Although the separation of flesh and bone is very sad, such an arrangement is the best than letting the cold moon go to southern Xinjiang with injury. The cold moon cried for a while and always answered.

Yi Feng asked the servant to take care of Mr. Mu many times, and then sent Mu Xiangdong and his party to leave with Han Yue in his arms.

The little cold moon shed tears for the first time she left her parents and brothers.

Life has no roots and floats like dust. Naturally, Xiao Hanyue didn't understand these, but she suddenly realized the countless variables in life. Everyone didn't expect that this separation between father and daughter has become an eternal secret.