Qingchuan History

Chapter 114 Old Dream ([-])

It was the spring of the ninth year of Yongkang, March, she remembered it very clearly.The pear tree in the courtyard is full of buds, tender and green. She likes to look at it very much. Every time she sees it, she silently thinks that as long as she is alive, there is still hope.

When the teacher came, he stood under the pear tree.There was also a little girl standing next to her, about the same size as her, white as snow, her cheeks were white with a sense of transparency, like a piece of jade, or the kind of precious jade that she had never seen before. .

Since I've never seen it, I imagined it.She had only seen the inferior white jade bracelet on Song's wrist, it was more like a stone ring than a jade bracelet.In short, it looks cheap, and she looks down on it.

The teacher walked up to her and knelt down, reached out and touched her head, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

She was a little embarrassed, because both the teacher and the little girl were dressed very clean, and their faces and hands were also very clean.She looked down, fortunately, she was standing on the small stool to dry the quilt just now, her hands were clean; she touched her face subconsciously, and quickly stared at the palm of her hand, it was not black.

So she timidly replied: "My aunt calls me a girl. I don't know if this is a name."

The teacher smiled.It was only in the next ten years that she realized that the teacher seldom smiled, and this is a scene worth remembering in this life.

She smiled, turned to look at the girl who was still standing under the pear tree behind her, "Xiaoxue, what would you say her name is?"

The little girl was a little stunned, or should I say confused, as if she didn't understand why the teacher asked her this question, she thought for a while and said:

"Does the teacher want me to name her?"

The voice was clear and clear, like flowing water in a mountain stream, but also more empty than the sound of water. She didn't know whether it was a mistake in her memory or her own judgment. She felt that Ruan Xueyin's voice hadn't changed in the past ten years. It was still the same until she went down the mountain five years ago.How can someone grow up with the same voice as a child?Apart from the childishness of the little girl, the timbre alone has clearly not changed.

The teacher was looking at the little girl under the pear tree. She couldn't see the teacher's face, but she saw her nodding.

The white jade-like girl still had a calm expression, she tilted her head and thought for a moment to answer: "When we came in, she was drying the quilt and singing in the courtyard. It's called Tingge, is that okay?"

The teacher then turned around, looked at her and asked, "Is that okay?"

She actually doesn't like the name that much, because she doesn't like where it was inspired from.Singing in the courtyard, singing songs while drying the quilt in the courtyard, the picture is not beautiful, even a bit vulgar.

Don't know her name.Is it also such a vulgar life scene?Work scenes?
But she couldn't say no.She inexplicably felt that this was a day of uncertainties. When the man and the little girl appeared at the door, she seemed to hear a deep and deep bird song, which was more beautiful than the song of a magpie in early spring, like a talisman of fate. .

Later she knew that it was the call of the Fenyuliu golden bird, not an illusion.And naming itself is a very strong indication, only the caregiver or guardian will name the child or small animal.

Then he nodded heavily and accepted these two words: Tingge.

"You said my name was nice, but I didn't believe it. Are you serious?"

The memory was interrupted, and her thoughts came back, she turned to look at Murong Xun.

Murong Xun also turned to look at her, very serious, "You ask ten thousand times, my answer is still good. Even if you tell the origin of it now, I still think it sounds good."

Jing Tingge wasn't sure if his words had any deep meaning, and was afraid that there would be pitfalls, so he coughed dryly and said: "You don't agree, it's worth not discussing this issue with you."

Murong Xun was noncommittal, "So your name was chosen by Ruan Xueyin?"

Jing Tingge sighed, "Isn't it ridiculous? A five-year-old girl who is the same age as me actually named me, and I still use it to this day. Even after the name will go down in history, these three words will be written down. You say she Did you take advantage of me?"

Murong Xun laughed: "This is also a matter of consideration? Except you three masters and apprentices, plus me, who knows that she took your name?"

Jing Tingge was a little annoyed: "It's hard to say. Maybe one day Gu Xinglang will know. I will tell you about her, so she won't tell him about me?"

He was a little happy when he heard that she compared those two to her and himself. After all, she was an imperial concubine, and immediately felt a little uneasy:

"The two of them, are they on good terms?"

"how could I know?"

"Why don't you know anything?"

Jing Tingge raised an eyebrow: "Should I know?"

"Aren't you teachers and sisters?"

"We don't talk about this. The content of my chat with her is similar to what I chat with you, and the nature is the same. It's just that it's easier to talk to her, and her brain is easier to use than yours."

Murong Xun was startled, and immediately turned black: "Since you despise me so much, why did you come to Cangwu in the first place?"

Jing Tingge saw that he was really embarrassed, and quickly apologized: "Your Majesty, don't underestimate yourself. We are not good at what you are good at, and even Gu Xinglang is not as good as you."

"It's not that I belittle myself, it's you who belittle me. I know what I can do."

The atmosphere returned to the first three years: the overall situation was still uncertain, and the four kings each made their own unique moves to win the heir, but at that time they talked like this, without any worries or taboos.

Not like today.

It's all his fault.Jing Tingge thought to himself.Or blame Murong Ling, the guy who fanned the flames and was ambitious.

"What you teachers and sisters do is really rare in the world. In the past 23 years, I have seen the friendship between women, no matter mother and daughter, master and apprentice, sisters, sisters-in-law, close friends in the boudoir, as long as the relationship is close enough, there is no discussion about the sweetheart or It’s about the boudoir. Are you two made of wood? Ice cubes? You don’t even have the love of an ordinary girl?”

"We are not ordinary girls." She regained her relaxed expression that appeared not long ago, "Have you ever seen an ordinary girl at the age of 15 go to a foreign country to join the royal battle alone? As for my senior sister, I don't know how she is in Qi Palace. I can guess that Gu Xinglang is probably afraid of her. But I don't know—"

She stops, does not continue.

"what?"

"It's nothing."

"Or don't start. I'm most afraid that you will stop talking."

"It's nothing to say. I will talk about the really important things."

Helpless, he turned to ask:

"What about your surname? Why is your surname Jing? Because, Jingyuan County?"

She looked at the vast night again. The stars were very bright, but they were not as bright as the lights all over the mountain. "So, isn't it sloppy? The name is sloppy, and the surname is easy to pick. The teacher said: I found you in Jingyuan County." , You, let’s call it Jingting Song.”

(End of this chapter)