Chapter 1375: Sea Vows and Mountain Alliances
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Along the riverbank, a row of weeping willows were planted, their greenery lush and vibrant.
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The willows swayed in the wind, like beauties dancing seductively.
Tuoba Xian strolled along the riverbank, passing under each willow tree, her eyes reflecting endless reminiscence.
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Time, as if fleeting away.
Many years ago, it was a bright and sunny day just like this.
A man in fine clothes and riding a powerful horse, stood here by the river waiting for him.
She will never forget that kind of spring, that kind of him.
Just as today, after hibernating throughout the winter, everyone has come out to enjoy spring.
He stood in the crowd, so graceful and elegant.
He held her, whispering beneath the willow trees, sharing their affections and longing.
"Qing'er, I want to go see over there."
Tuo Ba Xian stopped her steps and said to Yang Ruqing and Xiao Ya Xue who were following closely behind.
"If my memory serves me right, there should be a stone tablet as tall as an adult over there. I want to go take a look," Tuo Ba Xian added.
Back then, they carved their oaths of love upon the stone tablet.
For nineteen years, she has no longer set foot in the Central Plains.
Today, she feels a surge of emotion as she returns to this place. She's suddenly filled with the urge to visit it again!
Seeing Tuoba Xian's expression, Yang Ruoqing smiled with delight: "Alright, let's go together and have a look."
Three people walked for a long time, away from the bustling crowds of people enjoying the spring by the riverbank, and came to a relatively secluded corner.
The moat branches here, with one stream flowing from west to east. It will pass through the Yellow River and eventually flow into the sea to the east.
All around, vegetation grew thick with wildflowers blooming everywhere.
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But there was no stone tablet as tall as a man, as Tubo Xian had said.
"Strange, where did the stone tablet go I remember it being right here years ago!"
Tuoba Xian spun in place, searching, mumbling to herself.
Yang Ruqing and Xiao Yaxue looked at each other, then both walked over to help look for it.
> Nineteen years have passed, and there have been too many changes.
>It's possible that the stone tablet was thrown into the river a long time ago.
Yang Ruqing thought to herself, but still searched very carefully in the vicinity.
This is not just a stone tablet.
...but a buried past.
After searching for a long time, Yang Ruqing found her target in a patch of weeds along the riverbank.
"There's a stone tablet here, everyone come quickly!"
Tuoba Xian, with Xiao Yaxue's support, slowly walked down to the riverbank.
“Qing’er, come quickly, let me have a look.”
Tuo Ba Xian's voice sounded a little urgent.
Yang Ruqing quickly stood up and came over to help support Tuoba Xian.
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“This stele, it’s broken, only half of it lies in the ground. I wonder if this is the one her mother was looking for.” she said.
Tabag Xian didn't speak, her gaze was completely drawn to the half-stone tablet in the weeds.
She knelt down, extending her hands to brush away the thick layer of earth and stone, piece by piece, revealing the true form of the stele.
Looking at Tuo Ba Xian's well-maintained hands as they gently brushed away the soil from the stone tablet, Yang Ruoqing felt a pang of sympathy.
"Mother, let me help you dig..."
"No, I'll do it myself!"
Tuoba Xian said, his voice unusually resolute.
Yang Ruqing could only stand aside, and Xiao Ya Xue, the two helplessly watched.
Tuo Ba Xian's beautiful nails were all broken, some even bleeding.
She was still digging, scraping, pulling out a silk cloth, and carefully wiping it on the stone tablet.
It seems, to wipe away every fine line on this stele, and let them see the light of day again.
After an unknown amount of time, Tuo Bu Xian's movements suddenly stopped.
Suppressed sobs came, a mix of joy, excitement, or sadness one couldn't tell.
Yang Ruqing came to her senses and hurried to Tuo Ba Xian's side.
"Mother, why are you crying"
She inquired, her gaze following Tubo Xian's finger to a corner of the stone tablet before them.
In a place that was utterly inconspicuous, she saw two lines of script as thin as mosquito legs.
"Found it, found it..."
Tuoba Xian muttered, her eyes welling up with tears.
Yang Ruqing leaned over and carefully examined the two lines of tiny characters, reading them aloud:
Tenderness flows like water, and the good times are like dreams. A beautiful woman by the willow tree skillfully plays the qin.
A pot of spring breeze, how many nights of spring.
When the time comes, swords and horses will clash, bringing peace to the world.
Ten miles of crimson await you.
Below, a single character was left.
Yang Ruqing guessed that this "Feng" character must be the name of the person who inscribed the poem on the stone tablet, right
Seeing Tuo Ba Xian's out-of-control emotions, could these poems be written by Luo Fengtang's biological father
Oh my, the writing is really good.
From the way each stroke is meticulously crafted, it's evident that this is the work of a highly skilled master.
Moreover, the writing style is also good, with a blend of fortitude and tenderness.
However, these ubiquitous acts of incivility are still not encouraged.
The faraway thoughts, were pulled back by Tobo Xian's ethereal voice.
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"Nineteen years have passed, everything has changed, and people are no longer the same."
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She let out a soft sigh, her fingers gently tracing the bold characters etched onto the stone.
Before my eyes, it's as if I'm seeing that day again...
A wistful smile appeared on Tuoba Xian's face.
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Today, I came to see this stone tablet, which also untied a knot in my heart.
"Qing'er, Ya Xue, let's bury this stone slab again together!"
Tuoba Xian said, along with those buried, there was also that beautiful memory.
Yang Ruqing said, “Mother, wait a moment, something isn't right!”
"What's wrong" Tuobu Xian asked.
Yang Ruqing frowned, eyeing the half stone tablet and the surrounding weeds and stones.
“Mother, is Táng Yazi’s biological father still alive in this world” she asked.
Tuo Ba Xian said, "I don't know, after nineteen years, there has been no news."
"...She must be gone..." she said again.
Although I believe it's highly unlikely that person is still alive, I can't help but want to go to Beijing to look for them.
Although I know the chances of finding it are extremely slim, almost none.
But I still can't help but want to come back and reminisce...
Seeing the expression on Taoba Xian's face, Yang Ruqing knew that her mother-in-law wasn't sure herself.
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"Mother, take a look at the characters on this stone tablet and compare them to the other words beside it. Is there anything amiss" Yang Ruoqing asked.
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Tuo Batian squinted her eyes and looked carefully, then her eyes lit up.
"This character..."
"This character, it's clearly much clearer than the others around it," Yang Ruqing said.
The other characters on the edge, after being exposed to wind and sun for nineteen years, had long since become blurred.
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"And these two words, there aren't any. Instead, this scratch mark becomes deeper and deeper, what does that mean"
“Over the past nineteen years, people have often come to inscribe these two characters!”
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“And the person who can find this place and carve these two lines here, besides the original owner, is none other!”
After hearing Yang Ruoqing's analysis, Tuo Ba Xian stood there like a wooden chicken.guys keep chatting.”Having said that, Liu took the pastries and went to a corner to eat.Here, Mrs. Sun passed the pastries to Yang Huamei and Tan Shi.She gave each of them a piece to feed the big whit...