While Meton was in the valley of the West Mountain, a thunderous roar resounded.
In Chang 'an City, another thunderous roar resounded. That was the end of Liang Zhu's wedding.
It was the tenth day again! This time, the publication was not delayed. As soon as the sun rose, it was delivered to the streets ahead of time.
The people of Chang 'an City picked up the publication and immediately fell silent, immersed in it.
When they saw Zhu Yingtai crying, almost everyone felt sad. When the Ma family forced Zhu Yingtai to marry, the entire city cursed Ma Wencai.
However, even though everyone was looking forward to it, the scene they didn't want to see the most happened. Zhu Yingtai had no choice but to agree to marry Ma Wencai.
"… Yingtai wants to wear white clothes to mourn my brother's grave." This was the only thing Zhu Yingtai wanted to marry.
"Mourning clothes and red makeup!
Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath. Since ancient times, red and white matters always clashed. In the past, when such things happened, both sides would negotiate and stagger the date to avoid conflict.
However, Zhu Yingtai was wearing mourning clothes on the wedding day. This scene was extremely unethical, but it was this conflict that left a fresh impression in everyone's mind. Instantly, their good impression of Zhu Yingtai rose to the extreme.
"Since things have come to this, why does Father Zhu still want to force Zhu Yingtai to marry?" At the end of the street, Li Laoshi sighed.
Everyone was silent! Everyone knew what was going on, but no one said anything.
Perhaps the relationship between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai was a tragedy in itself, but Mo Jiazi gave it too much hope of a beautiful love.
Many enlightened people realized at this moment how cruel the seemingly beautiful words of the parents were. Even if Liang Zhu and Zhu Yingtai fought to the death, the final result couldn't be changed.
"The parents' words of the matchmaker are voluntary! At this moment, I truly understand Mo Jiazi's intentions! "Countless young people rejoiced.
Meton's all-out struggle had resulted in both parties being willing. Although it was only a chance for the man and woman to sign, it gave the man and woman a means to fight back, unlike Liang Zhu, who had no power to fight back and could only accept passively.
Some old people couldn't help but feel sad when they saw this. Many people felt ashamed. Zhu Yingtai's parents were not just an exception. Parents like this could be found everywhere in the Tang dynasty.
"Perhaps if Liang Zhusheng was here, the outcome would be different?" Everyone suddenly had such a thought.
As the plot progressed, when Zhu Yingtai's sedan passed by Liang Shanbo's grave, Zhu Yingtai got off the sedan to pay respects to Liang Shanbo.
"All of a sudden, a gale gathered, thunder and rain poured down. With a loud bang, the tomb split open. Zhu Yingtai jumped in. The servants wanted to stop him, but they tore off their sleeves. The sleeves turned into butterflies that danced in the wind."
Although everyone had already expected this outcome, after all, in some records, Zhu Yingtai died for love in the end, and the two of them were buried together, which was called the Tomb of the Adopted Woman.
Meton made a sublimation on the basis of restoring historical facts.
"Butterfly Transformation!"
When everyone saw the butterfly transformation, many people slapped the table and cheered.
After Liang Zhusheng and Zhu Yingtai died, they turned into butterflies. They were no longer bound by secular theories, and they were happy and free to be together.
"The finishing touch!" Everyone exclaimed. A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in the sad mood.
In Taoism, there was a saying that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly. Although the two of them were separated in the secular world, they turned into butterflies and danced in the human world.
"From now on, when people see butterflies flying, they will think of Liang Zhusheng! Liang Zhusheng turned into a butterfly and left a good name for hundreds of generations! "The old man in cyan sighed.
The story of Liang Zhusheng was originally only spread in a few areas. Now, after Meton wrote the story of Liang Zhusheng, everyone in the Tang dynasty knew about it.
The butcher wiped his tears and put down the dog butcher knife in his hand. He said, "Originally, Mo Jiazi wrote that Liang Zhusheng died. I was going to find him to settle the score. But when I saw Liang Zhusheng turned into a butterfly, I let him go this time."
In Chang 'an City, the people who were about to besiege the Mo family again put down the rotten eggs and vegetables in their hands. They all picked up the ink magazine in their hands and stared blankly.
"There's a poem by Mo Jiazi here!" Li Laoshi glanced at it and suddenly said in surprise.
Everyone was shocked. They were only thinking about Liang Zhusheng turning into a butterfly and were in a daze for a moment. They thought it was over, but they didn't expect there to be more.
Everyone immediately rushed to look. One must know that Mo Jiazi's poems were the best in the Tang dynasty. Every time he wrote a poem, it was very popular.
"I once met a goose catcher who said, 'Today, I caught a goose and killed it. The one who escaped the net lamented that it could not go, and threw itself into the ground to die.'
I bought it and buried it above the Wei River. Piling up stones as knowledge, it was called 'Goose Hill'. "
"The goose died for love!" Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. They just saw Liang Zhusheng and Zhu Yingtai die for love, but they didn't expect a goose to die for love.
"This is not a lie. Since ancient times, the story of geese dying for love has been widely spread. This one has heard of it before!" The old man in green nodded.
In the animal world, there were many stories of birds dying for love. For example, there was a folklore. Once a pair of mandarin ducks were paired, they would be together for life. It was seen as a symbol of love. When one died, the other would go on a hunger strike and die of depression. Other than that, there were also stories of swans dying for love.
"Even geese and swans would die for love. Then what is love? How can it have such great magic?" A young man said emotionally.
"This is a question that has been explored since ancient times. I'm afraid that even someone as smart as Mo Jiazi doesn't know the answer." The old man in green pointed at the ink magazine and sighed.
On the ink magazine, Meton asked at the beginning of the poem, "Ask the world, what is love? Is it something that can lead to life and death?"
Almost everyone couldn't help but be amazed when they saw the first sentence. Although the Tang Dynasty was open-minded, not many people would be so direct. Even if it was a Tang Dynasty poem, it was just to express one's aspiration.
What kind of love was it that could make Liang Zhu risk his life and entrust his life to him? What kind of love was it that could make a person like Mo Jiazi toss and turn in bed for love?
"From the south to the north, from the north to the south, from winter to summer. Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and in the midst of it, there are even more foolish children. Jun You Should Have Words: Vast and boundless clouds, thousands of mountains and sunset snow, where does this shadow go? … "
Everyone immediately sighed. The wild geese flew south. When they left, they flew together. When they came back, they were all alone. On this ten thousand li cloud road, they passed through thousands of mountains. How painful would it be to be alone?
Even wild geese have feelings, let alone humans!
Holding hands and growing old together, love was the most subtle of all human emotions. It could moisten things silently, but it could also be as hot as a flame.
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