Qingchuan History

Chapter 635
According to the book, Xizhou means the island in the west, and it is the place where the lover lives or parted from the lover.Jing Ting Ge seldom read these, but listened to Ruan Xueyin.

At that time, she wanted to laugh, ridicule, her heart was both for the location and for the separation, she was very hypocritical, and she was sick of literati.Listening to this song that night, I felt that its meaning is exquisite. The world is like two flowers, where and how they are separated, opposite and opposite, love and hatred, life and death.

It's not a scribe's disease.Just a look at nature.

Most people take dreams as ideals, or ambitions, and go on in a hurry. There must always be a small group of people who think about these things and write about them, leaving behind the light and shadow of a certain generation.

Ruan Xueyin should do this kind of thing.She likes to stand on the shore.

But I am an oarsman, so I should continue to row my oars vigorously, whether it capsizes or breaks the waves, it will be written in the book by the people on the shore in embarrassment or glory.

She was infused with new life by that song.So much so that the sunlight in the early morning of the second day was different from the past.

Shangguan Yan coaxed him to sleep until midnight, he was too sleepy to wake up.She stood up clumsily, seeing him sleeping, felt strange inexplicably, leaned over to kiss his cheek.

They are so close on weekdays, it seems that they can say nothing, just like a good morning.

This day infused with new sunlight was indeed auspicious. At the end of the hour, she walked into the Buyi Garden, and the little concubine from Xinwang's family was already waiting beside Xia Hua.

"I thought this garden was deserted because no one lived in it." The girl said it without calling her when she saw her.

Jing Tingge didn't think it was disobedient, and looked at the vines coiled around the thick columns under the light gray corridor with a smile. Become a master, and pass it on from generation to generation."

The girl looked at her with blank eyes.

Jing Ting Gefang responded that such a young daughter came from a concubine, and was suppressed by Tan Ying, so she should have neither studied nor traveled much. "Buyi is a surname. The entire Qingchuan seems to only exist in the south of Qi and the north of Bai State. So some say he is from Qi, and some say that his mother country is Bai State. He has passed away, and this is his old residence."

"His paintings are not popular." The girl should not want to show timidity, but she is really ignorant, and asked cautiously: "How do you know? This garden," looking around, "seems like that."

It looks like someone has been taking care of it for years.

"There are always people who like it. If there are a few who like it, they will show it to others, and his paintings will be preserved in this way, waiting to be sought after dozens or hundreds of years later, or obliterated. Literati and poets, this kind of There are many stories."

The girl worked so hard not to listen to the teaching, but when she saw her empty hands and stomach, she frowned and said, "Where's your spinning top?"

Jing Tingge blinked, "No."

The girl's face turned cold immediately, and her tone was harsh, "I came here to learn spinning tops."

Jing Tingge thought to herself that she had misjudged the person, seeing her promise that night, she thought she was a cowardly little girl.

"Are you doing the same at home, or are you doing this to me today?"

The girl didn't understand what she meant.

"If you are arrogant and indulgent at home, you are like this now, I won't say anything. If you only treat me like this, it's not as good as your domineering, and you stay low at home." Jing Tingge squatted down, a little difficult, but still almost at eye level with her Done,
"Advise you, if you can change it, change it. If you have no ability or backing, you only dare to bully those who are inferior to you in status and status. Others may say that you have poor morals, and I have no morals, so I won't comment on this. I will only talk about the pros and cons—"

She speaks every word slowly, or because she is a mother, she is so patient with children for the first time,

"You will suffer a big loss. If you make mistakes in the future, there will be no backers, and those who are weaker than you today may not be weaker than you in the future. At that time, will there be a way for you to survive?"

Girls should understand a little bit.

After a long while, I replied: "I saw you that day and flattered my mother, but today you talk to me like this, and it's easy to see people order food. How can you survive?"

"It depends on your skills." Jing Tingge laughed, "So you have to learn skills, so you can bully anyone. I am really rude, regardless of people. I was in the palace that day, not flattery."

The girl didn't understand, but after reading her expression, she fully understood that today's appointment was not a spinning top at all.

Jing Tingge looked around and gestured for her to enter the room.

The two of them pushed open the creaking old wooden door in silence, and closed it creakingly again.The garden looked clean and tidy, but inside it was covered with cobwebs and dust.

Jing Tingge immediately covered her nose, and the girl coughed a few times due to choking.

"Although there are people watching outside the wall, it is safer to speak inside the house."

Everywhere was dirty, both of them were used to living in a good place, they couldn't sit down, so they just stood opposite each other.

"I won't see you again after today. There are a group of pigeons on the south wall outside that often come to eat. One of them has a red spot on its left foot. I will use that one to send messages in the future. The paper is tied into the wings."

There is really no beginning and no end, but Jing Ting Ge said it as it should be.

So much so that the little girl couldn't ask the question from the beginning, so she continued: "What do you want to pass on?"

"The ones you can see, the people who usually communicate with your parents."

"You mean father and mother."

She should call Tan Ying her mother and her birth mother something else.Jing Tingge nodded clearly, "Mr. Wen, who was a guest at the palace that day, your brother's teacher—"

"Brother." The girl corrected, "I am five months older than him."

Jing Tingge blinked, "Okay. How is Mr. Wen coming to the house?"

I don't have any hope at all, after all, she is a shy and extremely restrained concubine at home.

"Not much." The girl replied, very determined.

Didn't you see it when you lived in a side courtyard?Jing Tingge looked disbelieving.

"I often go to Gu Jiasheng Academy, almost every day." The girl seemed to understand her, "Anyway, he doesn't come to teach many classes."

The men of the Gu family are from "Jia", but she didn't pay attention to this. "what's your name?"

"Mother called me Ruirui."

It sounds the same as the teacher's 惢.Jing Tingge shook his head slightly, his heart softened a little. "Where's your name? What word do girls of your generation come from?"

"Yun." The girl answered quickly, as if she knew it by heart, "but my father didn't name me."

It was the meaning of not allowing the jade document, and this child knew it well. "Why do you always run to Gu Jiasheng's courtyard?"

"I hate him, sometimes I want to trouble him, sometimes I want to kill him."

Jing Tingge felt that she didn't really understand the meaning of "killed", so she still gasped, instantly felt that she had read the right person, and then deeply felt that she had misread the person completely. "That's not necessary. If you think it's unfair, you can fight for it yourself. What's the point of killing someone directly. Your father and king will not treat you as a legitimate son because of this, let you become a noble, and have another one."

The girl should have never thought about this, she was a little dazed, and said for a long time: "You want me to watch whether Father, Wang, and Mother have any shady past with Mr. Wen."

Pour ice and snow.Jing Tingge nodded, "It's not limited to Mr. Wen, big and small affairs, you think it's weird, write it down and give it to the pigeon. How did you come today?"

"Go out from the dog's door and ask for directions. I don't know where this garden is."

"Does your mother know?"

The girl looked at the moving sun outside the door and window, "It's time to know. But she will help cover it up so that I won't be punished by my mother."

"It's best not to let anyone know. Not even my mother."

The girl thought for a while, "You said you need to rely on ability. What is ability?"

Jing Tingge stared at her for a moment, "I'll teach you from now on. Let's set a small goal first, so that you can have the name Cong Yun."

Leaving the garden, it was almost noon, Jing Tingge secretly thought that Ji Wanling had waited for her here before, so others could do it too, although today's agreement was made, it might have been discovered.

"If someone is following you, our people will know." Shangguan Yan said during lunch, "I have an appointment from afternoon to evening, don't wait for me, and you don't go out."

The Ronghuaxuan Liquor Bureau seems to have really opened up the scene in Luzhou. She asked him, and it was indeed those merchants who were leading the way, and Wen Ju never participated again.

Really great.He calmly made peace with Shangguan Yanyan, opened a way to show his friendship, and confirmed his Wenju's previous rhetoric that even if he participated, he was helping his friends.

Then he nodded and smiled slyly: "Afraid that I will be caught if I go out? Killed?"

Shangguan Yan wiped his mouth and hands and stood up, "I'm afraid you will give birth at any time."

Recently, students can’t go to the Tianchang Festival, and the students around the Tianchang Festival——

She had been having nightmares about it for the past few days, but she took a chestnut out of the fire, and it came all the time, and she had to bear the risk herself.

I only hope that Ruan Xueyin can be as usual.

What is Ji Wanling doing these two days?
　Thank you Xiaoxiang for the monthly ticket for book friends. I can only see numbers and asterisks, and I can’t report the name. Sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)