Qingchuan History

Chapter 806

For several days, Murong Xun took Jing Tingge to the hot spring to see the divine light.

The drawing papers in the tent are piled up as high as a mountain, ranging from a dozen or more to twenty or thirty pieces every night. Up to now, there are nearly a hundred.

Everything is colorful, purple, green, blue, and red. It is said that red light is extremely rare, and it appeared on the third night of the observation.

"It's a sign of good luck. Kura said it's only once or twice a year." Murong Xun was very happy.

Kula was the local aborigine who followed Huo Qi out of the stone castle that day and saluted with arms crossed.It was only later that Jing Tingge found out that he knew some Qingchuan mandarin, and was recruited by the father of the late emperor, Murong Xun, who intentionally cultivated him as an envoy.

Apparently, every time Murong Xun came, he would receive him.

And isn't the red light the candle dragon that Ruan Xueyin mentioned in the letter?

There have been days since he came here, Jing Tingge is familiar with the route from his residence to the hot spring and its surroundings, and today he proposed to visit Kula's house as a guest—Murong Xun said he had been there before, so it wasn't too abrupt.

It was also a stone house, the materials used were less elegant than theirs, the interior was darker, and the fur was better spread.

Kula's only daughter played among the furs. She was small, with slender eyes, a square face and a broad nose, much like her father.

"As expected, daughters are more like fathers." Jing Tingge sighed subconsciously.

Murong Xundi looked at her strangely many times.

Jing Tingge knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and asked Huo Qi calmly, "It's still the characteristics of this place? It has a wide nose and narrow eyes, and they are all on the small side."

"Just as Mr. has insight." Huo Qi replied lowly, "The polar sunlight is strong, and the small eyes can reduce the damage to the eyes caused by the sunlight reflected by the snow—"

"Short stature is also better able to resist the cold." However, another voice with inaccurate spelling and a slightly weird tone was heard, it was Kura.Knowing that he can speak Mandarin, this was the first time Jingtingge heard this silent man speak.

"So Ata is already eight years old. According to His Majesty, he is not as tall as a six-year-old girl in your country." He approached and saluted with his arms crossed.

Jing Tingge also returned the gift according to Murong Xun's method that day.

Atta's mother prepared food, and they sat around the fire according to local customs and ate barbecue on the rack.There is no special cooking skills, it is the original taste of animals, and it is a bit over-roasted, and the meat is so bad that it is not delicious.

But Jing Tingge chews deliciously, and can communicate with the mother and daughter through facial expressions and gestures.

"I have an academy in Cangwu City, which is funded by the king, and there are girls around the same age as Ata." After eating six to seven percent full, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, she smiled at Kula, "Would you like it?" Let her go and have a look with me? What if you like it?"

Kura always looked as calm as a mountain, but at this time he was only a little dazed, saying that he wanted to ask his daughter carefully and then discuss it with his wife.

Jing Tingge didn't persuade, but instead praised the unique scenery of the cold land, especially the magnificence of the divine light, which is rarely seen in Qingchuan countries, which is really a pity.

"I heard from my ancestors that there have been only a dozen or so visitors in the past few hundred years." Kula nodded, "But it's okay, we live here scattered and have nothing to do with the world. We don't like to communicate with outsiders."

After saying this, he reacted impolitely and bowed to Murong Xun again.

"They are all from the royal family of our country." Jing Tingge continued following his words.

"There are also strange people and strange men."

Kula's silence and lack of fluctuating expressions are due to his own personality, or the characteristics of the cold region, and he is really simple and honest.After getting along for a while, Jing Tingge will understand.

"Two or three years ago, there was a pair of master and apprentice." He thought for a while, "I thought it was a mother and daughter, but later I heard that girl called that woman teacher."

Huo Weiwei and her teacher, the one who took her traveling around.It was a woman.

"The girl's teacher, in terms of appearance and dress, is it different from the Wei people you have seen, such as me?"

Kula was stunned again, "It's not as good-looking as Mr.

Such a sentence is spoken from a middle-aged man with a thick and simple expression, but it does not appear frivolous, but sincere.

Jing Tingge didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Murong Xun said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether it's good-looking or not. Sir, I want to ask about the characteristics of appearance. For example, your clan has a face that is uniquely suitable for cold regions."

Kura recalled, and said for a while: "The complexion is darker than her students, the bridge of the nose is higher than that of other people I have seen, the eyes are piercing, very bright, and the expression is quite firm, unlike ordinary women."

Huo Weiwei's complexion was no longer pale.

This description is similar to the characteristics of Shen Ji.My home is in Buzhou Mountain, which seems to be true.

So what kind of aboriginal people?
"They are, passing by?" Make a special trip to see Shenguang.Jing Tingge asked on the lips, but thought in his heart.

"I don't know. They didn't stay overnight, but stayed by the hot spring for two nights."

"Did you see the red light?" Jing Tingge laughed.

Kura shook her head.

"But in those two nights, there was snow."

The listeners misunderstood it as another "Bloodlight", and their expressions changed a little.

"Pure white divine light, like the white light reflected by the sun on the snow." Kula explained, "It is rarer than the red light, once a year, sometimes once every few years. There are two masters and apprentices, good luck. "

Not luck. "Have you had it this year?" Jing Tingge asked again.

Kura shook her head, "It's been two years since I saw you."

"Is there a record? The picture of the snow light." After she asked, she felt ridiculous. This cold place is short of money, and everything is kept simple. If you want to record anything, you can only carve it on the stone. How can you draw the snow light in the night sky?

But seeing Kura waving to Ata and saying something, the little girl really ran over with a stone in her arms.

After getting a hint from her father, she directly gave the thing to Jing Tingge.

"Ata was there that night, watching the woman draw lines on the paper when the snow light appeared."

"Then this is—"

Jing Tingge stared at the lines clearly carved with stones on the black slate, such interlacing, like obsidian curtains and mountains and rivers.

"Atta came back and engraved it."

Jing Tingge looked at the little girl, "Based on the memory at that time?"

The girl couldn't understand, and Kura asked again in the local language.

Atta nodded.

"Does your wife have a good memory?"

"Whatever you teach her on weekdays, you can do it once."

Jing Tingge carefully copied the scene on the stone with a pen and paper to make sure it was perfect, and then went to the spring to warm his feet to watch the sky that night, and his interest was not as good as before.

"Did you already get what you asked for this trip?" Murong Xun asked.

"Probably." She was absent-minded.

"Then leave tomorrow?"

She hummed.

Looking back at him suddenly, "At that time in Wuyingai, I asked you if the divine light could illuminate the earth as if it were daytime, and you said it must be white light, like a snow lamp."【1】

Murong Xun nodded slightly startled.

Jing Tingge looks back at the halo in the sky—tonight it is a ring, a bright green circle, overlapping light and dark, flowing slowly, and the stars are clearly visible.

Atta said that the snow light is also like a ring, a large piece, reflecting with the rime on the snow, the sky and the earth are white.

Is it the green and gold embroidered yarn?The year before last at Qi Palace, Ruan Xueyin asked her to cover the crepe with gauze and draw on the mountains and rivers. Because the two layers overlapped, she couldn't remember the lines on the crepe. 【2】

Somewhat like.

Go back and show the girl what you found tonight, and you will see the result.

There is also Shen Ji, who was recently sent to the westernmost region.Are these two newly married people ignorant and fearless, or knowing and at ease?Bu Zhoushan clearly had doubts.

If Ji Huan's prophecy is true, then the answer to the Jizhao Pavilion's mystery is known, and the clues to pass the level may lie in these seemingly distant but clearly connected details.

"Since you have harvested, let's relax tonight and enjoy the beautiful scenery." Murong Xun didn't ask much as usual.

Jing Tingge tuned in to watch the hot spring.The body is clearly cold, but the heat in the lower limbs makes the whole body warm. At the same time, the rime is surrounded, the light is in the sky, and the beauty of the world is in the eyes.

——I am afraid that the rare experience in this life can only be had in cold places.

Then he smiled, looking up at the sky with a really relaxed mind.

She leaned her upper body slightly, with her arms propped behind her, and her wrists were exposed. The smoky purple beads shone brightly in the dark night.Murong Xun's heart skipped a beat, "I saw you didn't wear it a while ago."

At the beginning, it was forced to give away, and she was ready to turn around and pick it up, but seeing it for the first time tonight, it was very strange.

Jing Tingge lowered his head in a daze, and shook his slender wrist, "Oh, I saw it in the makeup box before going out, and I kept it there, so I put it on."

She spoke very casually, but to Murong Xun's ears who had been rejected for many years, it turned out to be a twist.

In connection with her recent performances, there are some subtle differences that are difficult for others to detect and only he can distinguish-it is hard not to be full of spring, tenderness, and more surging, the dawn when a night road is coming to an end.

"Ge'er." But she didn't know how to respond, she just grabbed the slender hand with the beads hanging on it.

Jing Tingge didn't move his hand, just stared at him.

She used to swipe her hands.

This stare is not all rejection, on the contrary, there are two points, or three points, blame?
After realizing it, it was no small matter, he went all over and broke her shoulder, the hand that was holding her hand was even stronger.

"It hurts!" Jing Tingge whispered, finally struggling, and turned his head to see if anyone was paying attention in the distance, "Why are you crazy?"

Murong Xun hastily reduced his strength, but still did not let go, his gaze was hotter than the hot spring, "You agreed?"

Jing Tingge blinked, his face was cold, and his heart felt guilty, "What did you promise?"

"You, are willing to wear this bead every day, which means,"

She always looked him in the eye when answering the question.

Tonight is not so good, Jing Tingge turned his face away, "I won't wear it if you do this again."

Murong Xun could only feel a smile welling up on his face from his dantian, and he couldn't control it at all, his blood boiled to the point of exploding, "Then, what do I need to do? Queen," the smile gradually condensed, and he fell silent.

"Where are we going?" Jing Tingge was also a little disturbed by his burning, and suppressed, "There are still many unknowns, and many roads ahead, all of which have been passed—"

"It can be passed through." Murong Xun rushed to the words, his voice was extremely firm, and his expression was extremely serious, "We have been together for ten years, and there is never a hurdle that we cannot overcome, don't you think so?"

Jing Tingge looked back at him.

"This confidence is also given to me by you." He said again.

Jing Tingge burst out laughing. "Fool."

The spring water was still pervasive, and Murong Xun was so hot that he moved his feet out, just sitting cross-legged on the spreading fur without wearing socks.

"Isn't it cold—"

Jing Tingge frowned, and before he could finish speaking, the other party approached with a smug face.

"I'm hot. I'm thinking now,"

He knew what he wanted to do just by listening to the voice.

Probably not sober tonight.Jing Tingge thought to himself.Turning his head to look at the distance again, making sure that he will not be noticed all the time, he quickly clicked on his lips.

Pointed by lips.

It made Murong Xun freeze on the spot for three minutes without moving.

Finally able to speak again: "Then I still want to—"

"Don't think about it anymore." Jing Tingge felt a little regretful, "If you think about it again, there will be no next time."

[1] 758 both
【2】678 Chan Juan
(End of this chapter)