Qingchuan History

Chapter 112 Old Dream ([-])

Jing Ting Ge failed to think that he was eloquent today, and it was difficult to refute immediately, so he had to choke:

"Even so, it took a lot of time and effort. There are nearly a hundred beacon towers stretching for thousands of miles. Are they for celebrating some festival? Who are you pointing to?"

Murong Xun thought to himself that you asked the question knowingly, do you want to hear me say it again?He has never been stingy with her, so he said calmly like last year:

"I'll show you."

Hearing this, Jing Tingge was not only at a loss for words, but his heart was also a little blocked.She choked out this question out of choking, but he answered it frankly, and the answer was exactly the same as last year, from the choice of words and sentences to the tone——

But at that time, what happened last month didn't happen, she could still pretend to be deaf and dumb, and pretend to be dumb and stunned.

But when something like that happened, it would be too polite to say that the window paper was pierced, and the other party had clearly crossed the line.

So at this time, the phrase "show you" can no longer be explained in other ways, and she can't continue to pretend that she doesn't understand.

But how can such a situation be broken?This guy seems to be possessed by a demon, and he won't listen to him at all.

"I don't like looking at candles, lanterns, beacon fires, and all kinds of fire." She thought for a while and decided to discuss the matter, "So your majesty doesn't need to spend so much effort doing such meaningless things."

"You don't have to argue with me about this matter, and it's too late to lie now. People who are afraid of the dark, who doesn't like light. Who do you think I set up the dozens of floor lamps on the road by Wankong Lake?"

Jing Tingge was taken aback when he heard the words: "You are doing this for this?"

Murong Xun took two steps closer, his eyes glowed softly, "I said, I will never let you step into the night again in my lifetime. Wherever you are, I will light up the lights, no matter how many miles of lakeside trails, or thousands of miles of images. The mountains are long."

It was very quiet around, and Huo Qi stood far away.There should be quite a few Imperial Guard soldiers nearby, but because it was too dark, there was only a circle of light where the two of them were standing, Jing Tingge was not sure how many people there were in the radius.

She instinctively wanted to avoid this sentence, like every time in the past.

"I remember you saying at that time that when I was young, when I fell into the night, I most wished for a candle by my bed. You see, even if the night is as dark as the top of a mountain, I can make it as bright as day in the whole of Dawei."

There was a "poof" in the silent air, just at the moment when his voice fell.It should be said that there were many "pop" sounds at the same time, because of the neatness, people mistakenly thought that there was only one sound——

It was the sound of the flame suddenly bursting into the air, and it was also the momentary movement of the wick touching the flame.The dark mountainous autumn night suddenly lit up, and those blue and black mountain outlines and ink pen-like lines were also plated with a very light light edge.

She looked subconsciously, and saw candlelight like fireflies lit up on the beacon towers in the rolling mountains behind Murong Xun.Turning around and looking again, the beacon towers she passed by when she came here all showed their outlines, and the lights shone brightly among them, which was the most gentle flame shape she had ever seen in her life.

"Last year's lampshade design was not good enough, so that some were gradually extinguished by the mountain wind. This year, it has been improved, and it should be able to burn until dawn."

He also raised his eyes to look at the lights, quite satisfied, and the corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc.

Jing Tingge stared at the lights in a trance.There are nearly a hundred beacon towers, each with four lights on them, and the seats are stretching. Just standing on the city wall and looking at it is very magnificent, magnificent and gentle.So what about those people down the mountain?What about the people living in the south of Wei State, the north of Daqi, and the northeast of Yin State?

For them, I am afraid it is also a long night.I don't know if there are four or five-year-old girls who are also afraid of the dark among those people.

The memory of before the age of three should be gone.

If she doesn't remember the wrong time like Ruan Xueyin.

Then her memory began at the age of four, in that inn.Since then, she has been afraid of the dark.

The woman, surnamed Song, had a loud voice and was very domineering. She had a cinnabar mole on the right side of her neck.She is actually not ugly, but because of her rough voice, her speech is not pleasant, and she always likes to hit people, Jing Tingge always thinks that the ugliest woman in the world probably looks like this.

She is also tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. She is obviously not fat, but she looks very strong.Such a stature for a woman is rare in Yin country, so that she once suspected that she is not from the country.

But fortunately, she was strong enough to control her wretched short husband.A long time later, Jing Tingge has lived in Pengxi Mountain for several years, and when he dreams back at midnight, he still sees the twinkling eyes of that short man in the kitchen, in the courtyard, and outside the warehouse window——

All the places she will stay.

She was only four or five years old at that time, so naturally she didn't understand the meaning of that gaze, she was just instinctively afraid.In those nights when she woke up in the middle of the night in Pengxi Mountain, she realized more and more year after year. Fortunately, when she was five years old, the teacher appeared and took her away. If she continued to stay in that inn for a long time, there would be no guarantee that nothing would happen.Maybe before being sold to a brothel by that shrew, she was murdered by her dirty husband first.

She couldn't remember how she was taken in by the woman surnamed Song. Was it someone who sold her to her door, or did she buy it from the master Yazi?She has been thinking about going back to ask one day, not for the purpose of tracing her life experience, but purely wanting to know the whole story of this opportunity.

Because if she hadn't been taken in that inn, the teacher wouldn't just pass by, take a fancy to her, accept her as a student, and change her life from then on.

Where, when, and who you meet make up everyone's life.She felt lucky, the first time she met in her life was entering the wicked cave, and the second time she skyrocketed to ninety thousand miles.

Others have spent most of their lives waiting for the turning point, but she has only waited for it twice. It is still so early, at the age of five, she is almost at the starting point.Such a rapid turnaround, if you don't grasp it firmly and work hard day and night, how can you be worthy of the favor of fate?

At the beginning of this short, wonderful and risk-free fate, it laid the tone of Jing Tingge's life.

Her aggressiveness, ambition, stubbornness, and determination.Give up everything for success.

"You never said why you are so afraid of the dark. But the family that took you in when you were young never lit a lamp at night?"

It wasn't until all the lights were turned on that Jing Tingge saw two reclining chairs placed on the stone path, between which were thickly covered with brocade cushions, which looked warm and comfortable.

At this time, they were one by one, leaning side by side, quietly watching the starry sky above their heads.The sky of Wei State is very high, even higher than that of Qi State, and even higher than that of Yin State, where cumulus clouds do not see the blue sky all year round.When Jing Tingge first entered Cangwu and saw the sky, he felt open-minded; later, he found that the stars here are bigger and brighter, and the night sky is clear, which is very suitable for Ruan Xueyin.

"I didn't tell you. The day I met the teacher, my senior sister was there. She was still a five-year-old girl, standing next to the teacher with no expression, as white as a piece of jade."

(End of this chapter)