After leaving the Siya Chess Hall, Fu Yuanzhou, who was absolutely in control of his brother, returned to the palace.
Looking at his back, the scholar in white stopped for a moment in front of the crowded Zhuangyuan Bridge. The wind pulled the slightly curly long hair, hiding the look on his face.
The Zhuangyuan Bridge is still silent across this peaceful canal. The stone statue of Confucius maintains the benevolence that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. The peach blossoms have fallen away, leaving only the tender green leaves of the leaves, which complement each other with the willow catkins on the bank. The setting sun shines It floats on the river melodiously, and the river surface is rendered into a brilliant fiery red with thick ink strokes. The sparkling waves flicker, casting a faint light and shadow on the clothes of passers-by.
He sat at the small tea stall next to the Su Rimu Bridge for a long time. The poor tea was put into his mouth. It was very bitter, but he drank it one by one, staring at the water until the last ray of the sunset disappeared on the horizon. Until he could no longer see the faces of passers-by that were submerged in the night, he left without any hesitation.
The gorgeous scenery in front of him was beautiful, but it couldn't stop him.
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