Chapter 1475 "Memory Rustling"

姜乃照左看右看，苍茫天地，滂沱大雨，脚下是汪洋和废墟，他感觉自己像个局外人，更像个外乡人，举目无亲，没有明确的目的。
When rain drops within three feet of his body, they quickly shattered into mist, unable to wet his clothes.
He thought for a moment and remembered his mission. With a determined look on his face, he followed Junior Sister Chen Xi's breath and ran towards it.
Regardless, protecting Shimei Chanxi's safety is the top priority and also the most important task of this mission.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wujian and Xuanyuan Jing have arrived at the ruins of the capital city of the Daxia Dynasty.
Xuanyuan Jing staggered, stepping on debris and broken wood, looking at the murky blood flowing from the shattered roof under the pouring rain. She was momentarily speechless, clutching her chest and crouching down.
It feels like a long time has passed, but saying goodbye is like it was just yesterday.
Time has stood still in this mystical world, preserving images of dynasties collapsing, the world crumbling, and the people perishing.
大雨淋湿了赵无疆的黑袍，紧紧贴着他挺拔的身躯，他将湿透的长发向后捋去，咸涩的雨水滑过他的脸颊。
他没有去安慰靖儿，他连自己都不知道怎么安慰。
The pouring rain beat against the shattered walls and ruins, making a crisp sound.
He walked step by step towards the place he was once familiar with.
The vermilion broken stone walls, fragments of azure tiles, and gray-brown broken woods were under his feet.
他蹲下身，从脚下这片废墟中缓缓拉动一块深蓝色的布帛。
这是太监服上的衣袖。
他拽了拽，没能拽动太监服的主人，他缓缓拨弄开一些碎石断木，看见一只布满灰青淤痕的手臂。
He stopped, not disturbing the spirits.
"I am willing to serve as Zhao's attendant."
"Zhao, if you don't mind, Little Orange is willing to bow down to you as a godfather."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Zhao, thank you very much."
“赵总管，小人也想像您一样威风，那些姐姐们看小人的样子，都是嫌弃，但看您，都是仰慕呢。”
“赵总管。”
“赵总管...”
"Refer to Supervisor Zhao."
Zhao Wujing recalled some past events, when he was newly appointed as the Grand Supervisor of the imperial harem.
At that time, eunuchs and palace maids all flattered and followed him, with various words of praise coming frequently.
At that time, he sneered at the falsity and pretentiousness of these people's words, but now he feels a bit sad.
He smiled, his eyes slightly watery. He raised his hand and ignited the withered yellow talisman, and wisps of blue smoke rose in the rain.
He was mourning the deceased.
Although eunuchs and palace maids have humble identities, the deceased is important, and Zhao Wujing never believed that being humble meant being lowly.
Being small is being small, not lowly, and certainly not cheap.
他也是从小人物中走过来的，谁都是从小孩长成大人的。
滂沱大雨，淋湿了赵无疆的心神。
他踏着废墟，走向一位位熟悉朝臣的府邸。
His eyes scanned through the ruins, seeing the figures of his beloved ones.
The Minister of the Interior, Liu Zhe, had hair as white as snow, and his withered hand tightly held a decree.
Liu Feng protected his sister, Liu Meier, with his body. His arms propped against the ground, bearing the weight of large rocks and broken wooden debris on his back.
Liu Qingqing fell to the other side, apparently tripping over something.
Underneath them, there was a pool of blood.
All over their bodies were broken wood and stones that had fallen with the collapsing sky and earth.
```htmlSome of the old acquaintances did not die from the great earthquake, but fell outside the house. They should have been desperately fleeing, but in the end, they still couldn't overcome death.
Some stood, some crouched, some leaned against the resilient remnants of walls, some died with eyes wide open, glaring at the sky...```
赵无疆一处处走过，他去了许多地方。
后宫，独孤府，京都商会，城西...
直到他站在无涯阁的废墟前，眸光透过重重瓦砾，他看到了怀抱灵牌蜷缩在地的一位女子。