Qingchuan History

Chapter 188

When Murong Xun ordered people to clean up the still water dock two years ago, he did not have the solemn mood in his heart like the atmosphere of the conversation now.

According to his plan, the courtyard and the lakeside will be covered with begonias, and when the spring comes, the entire lake will be bathed in layers of bright powder.He was more interested in cherry blossoms, but the wind in Cangwu is strong, and the cherry blossoms fall easily. After thinking about it, Haitang is the only one that has comparable beauty and is not so easy to be broken.

But between the Cuisi Begonia and the Xifu Begonia, he chose the former, which was softer and more beautiful.

This once made Jing Tingge very annoyed.She doesn't like spring, and she doesn't like the beautiful sea of ​​flowers and the singing of warblers in spring that wear away her mind.She admitted that the begonias were beautiful, and when she was tired from studying and looking at the mountains and rivers, it was quite refreshing to look at them once in a while.

But it wasn't like this whole spring, two or three months in a row to besiege her overwhelmingly.

The beautiful spring scene is like a pair of deep tea-brown eyes, staring at it swayingly, full of enthusiasm and steaming along the bank of Wankong Lake, it is inevitable.

Tea-brown pupils have always been the symbol of the Murong family, and most people in the family have inherited this feature.

Murong Xun was no exception.

Those tea-brown eyes were staring at the tall pear tree in the forecourt of Stillwater Dock, followed by dissatisfaction that had been repeated many times:

"You don't like the beauty of the crabapple, so you can add a few plain ones for a little balance. I planted such a pear tree in a conspicuous place." He frowned, "You know, most people in Qingchuan don't plant pears in their yards. tree."

Because of bad intentions.There are many folk taboos about "li" in pear, and this theory has long been famous.

Jing Tingge rolled his eyes at him, and said again: "All these years, I have really been playing the piano to the cow. Even the heart-to-heart confiding at Xiangshan Beacon Tower last month was a waste of effort."

Murong Xun was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that night in the quite detailed story, the inn, the master-student encounter, that fateful day in the early spring, when Jiji appeared standing in the courtyard with a newly sprouted pear tree Under the tree, when Ruan Xueyin uttered the word "tingge", she was also standing under the pear tree.

Is it such a tree?

He looked back and saw that it was already November, and the trees were full of empty branches, with some wilted yellow leaves drooping on them.

"Is it in this position?"

Jing Tingge nodded: "Almost. I remember it. Anyway, it's on the left side of the courtyard near the gate."

Then the three of you don't have a good idea of ​​meeting each other, no wonder it's hard to see each other after years.He thought silently, without saying a word, and turned to say:

"This is Wei Palace. Although Jingshuiwu is far away from all the palaces, it was carefully arranged by me, a monarch. How can it be compared with that dilapidated inn? If you don't want to plant a few green bamboos here, you have the right to pay tribute to the teacher. Peng Isn’t Xishan famous for its bamboo sea? What’s more, it’s better than this pear tree.”

Jing Tingge didn't want to bother with these small things, and replied lazily: "Put it here, it can remind me who I am and how I can be today. Every day since then, I have repaid that day." She continued Walking towards the front hall without looking back, "What else to say, hurry up, I'm very busy."

Murong Xun was short of breath, thinking that my majestic monarch is not as busy as you, and at the same time, he remembered the conversation by the lake earlier, and felt even more bored. He rushed forward in three steps at a time, crossed the threshold ahead of him, and at the same time grabbed her arm Pull it all the way to the table and press it on the seat, and start to attack:
"When did you and Ruan Zhong start communicating?"

The person in the seat raised his eyebrows speechlessly: "Such insignificant details also need to be discussed?"

"Say it."

"Half a year ago."

Murong Xun was speechless.Several thoughts gathered from all directions, he reluctantly prioritized, and said in a deep voice:
"I'm afraid you are too aggressive."

"Just now I said at the lakeside that if this plan fails, there is still a way out. If we can't eliminate Yin, we can form an alliance. The initiative is in our hands, and we don't take risks. How can we talk about being radical?"

"Then why do we have to act within two years? Gu Xinglang is indeed not a belligerent person, but he is sitting in the position of the overlord, and he is already wary of me. How can Wei Guo be so provocative? Let's intervene in Yin's country Zheng, no matter what his intentions are, it is impossible not to attract his attention, in case—”

"With Gu Xinglang's temperament, he will not easily send troops to fight for other countries' disputes." She interrupted, not ready to listen to his eventuality, "And with the lesson from the past, he will be more cautious. Even if he knows it well We plan to plot the Yin country, and he may not be able to save it. Just rely on Ruan Bi's words and deeds over the years."

Murong Xun's heart moved slightly, and he fixedly looked at the other party for a while, because she was sitting on the other side, so she was looking down:

"Have you really thought about it? After all, it is your home country."

Jing Tingge was very calm, and looked up at him: "Pengxi Mountain has no national awareness. I told you five years ago. The teacher doesn't claim to be from the Yin country. I am an orphan, and my background cannot be checked and guaranteed. I was not originally from the Yin country. Even my senior sister—”

"Even your senior sister is the princess of the Yin Kingdom," he was too familiar with her way of speaking, subconsciously followed that tone, "it might be possible then, won't you save the Ruan family?"

Jing Tingge knew that he had said too much, so he only answered with silence.

"So Ruan Xueyin's entry into Qi Palace was really not for Lord Yin." Even though he was well prepared, he still couldn't help but feel disappointed, "So you plan to attack Yin without any scruples."

"That's it, I don't need to hide it from you anymore. The main purpose of her going to Jidu is indeed not to help Yin. As for the civil strife in Yin, whether she will intervene, and whether she will save Yin if Wei Guo takes Yin, I am not sure. I I don't care."

"She is in the Qi Palace, and she is the wife. Even if she wants to make a move, it will be very difficult." His heart moved again, "But can she influence Gu Xinglang?"

"I do not know."

Murong Xun was dissatisfied with this answer, and went further: "Then will she help Gu Xinglang? After all, she is a husband, and as time goes on—"

"I do not know."

This answer is very bad.Half a year ago at Chenxiang Terrace, she said with certainty that Ruan Xueyin would not help Qi Guo; at Xiangshantop last month, what she didn't know was only about the relationship between the two of them.

But at this moment, I don't know what this sentence is about, whether it will help.

"So, this is why you are so anxious to make a move? Are you worried that Ruan Xueyin will fall to Qi State one day?"

Very rarely, Jing Tingge could not answer this question.She really didn't know, so she couldn't draw conclusions.But she had to admit that she had this kind of thinking in her heart. Ever since the bird came thousands of miles from Jidu to send a message in early May, she had been inexplicably anxious.

Regarding Ruan Xueyin's position, current thoughts, and possible future changes, she repeatedly told herself that she didn't need to care about it, let alone worry about it.

Not very effective.

More than once, when she was walking by the Wankong Lake, standing on the Chenxiang Terrace, looking at the stars falling like falling stars on the high sky of the Cangwu night——

Why did Ruan Xueyin suddenly want to seal up the Tingguan? Is it because she found clues in Qi Gong, because she was curious about the case in Pengxishan tradition, or because of Gu Xinglang.

This question was out of control, and it came into my mind again and again, gradually forming thoughts of irregular visits.

But in May, the bird clearly stated that they had barely met.

What now?
If Shangguan concubine really kept in touch with her father on a regular basis, perhaps the Xiangguo Mansion would have news related to this.

　Thank you Yang jy mother for the reward! ~I always see recommended tickets, compare my heart
　　
　
(End of this chapter)