Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 157

The world is green, mixed with peanut trees, she leans in his arms.At that time, in Meng Xia, the mountains were covered with snow.When he was thinking about what the culprit should be, he heard her calm tone, and said slowly, "The summer festival snow that I said in the opera book did not deceive the world."

"In the mortal world, it is not surprising that phenomena that are not born in seasons occur. But as a tiger, I need to investigate the reasons for it. I am afraid that there will be disasters because of the abnormal phenomena."

She smiled sadly, and thought to herself, that disaster is me in your arms.The universe is upside down, yin and yang are out of balance, seasons are out of order... The so-called natural disaster in Luoshui is really coming...

"Changdi, look." Zhijin gently raised his hand, pointing not far away.Under the sun and the snow, a carriage carrying tangerines is walking slowly on the rugged road of wild flowers.

Both the salesman and the horse are old, but the oranges are delicious, like frozen late autumn.Snow in winter, blooming flowers, and oranges in autumn constitute a wonderful scene in Mengxia.The shopkeeper was holding the old horse in one hand, and holding a wooden safety talisman in the other. Seeing the noble and cold-faced young man hugging a blood-stained charming beauty, he was puzzled.

"Old man on the road, can we hire your carriage?" Changdi bowed his head, meaning to salute.

The old peddler replied, "This old man's carriage is very simple and very slow. If you don't mind, please take a seat... However, this girl's injury may not delay the time, but she is going to the Lancheng Medical Center? "

"My wife's injury has already been seen and taken medicine." Changdi said in a deep voice, "Now I'm going to Lancheng to find a good building and change clothes."

Zhijin didn't bother with him about the inappropriate words, and leaned on his chest obediently.When she saw the carriage just now, she said that her injury was gradually recovering, since she was still in Guozhou, she might as well take a look at the scenery on the road.The gentleness of Guozhou can soothe the love and hatred of the heartbroken, and can also eliminate the repeated confusion in the eyes.They all know what will happen in the future, and only the affectionate cuddling at this moment can make them feel at ease.

"It's snowing all over the sky at this time, it's quite weird. Originally, this old man planned to go back, but these fruit gifts were all ordered by the nobles, so I had to go on this errand." He revealed the amulet of peace and settled down. "It's made by Jing's wife at home, and I have to take it with me every time I go on the road."

After finishing speaking, the old peddler moved the wooden box full of bamboo baskets full of oranges on the carriage to make room for an elegant seat, "Don't be offended, two noblemen, take your seat."

Guozhou is a treasured place for those who have lost their minds. It is rainy in Lancheng and windy in Luoshui. When you walk in Guozhou, you can always smell the fragrance of crabapple.Everyone in the world says that begonias have no fragrance, and the so-called fragrance is just the smell of alcohol, drunk and dreaming of rouge and red dust, unwilling to give up.

She was deeply exhausted, and she half-lyed on the dilapidated carriage full of oranges with him, looking at the distant sky.Tears flowed back in her heart, and she remembered when she was a child, she seemed to be sealed in a furnace by someone, and her whole body was so hot that it hurt, but she was used to it.She was looking forward to the little boy who was not much older than him to recite poems from the world to her.

Those poems tell many touching stories about war and love, joy and sorrow, and the bright world.In the heavy flames, she couldn't see the boy's appearance clearly, but only heard his childish but clear voice.

Prepare and pay, Samsung is in the sky.Tonight evening, see this good man?Zixi, Zixi, what is such a good man?Take precautions, and Samsung is in the corner.Tonight, what evening, see this encounter?Zixi, Zixi, why do you meet like this?Be prepared for Chu Chu, and Samsung is at home.Tonight and what night, see this charming person?Zixi, Zixi, who is so charming?

"Prepare for Chu, Samsung is at home. Tonight and any evening, whoever sees this charm..."

Chang Di put her hands together in his palms, sighed, "Don't think too much, and have a good rest." After that, he hugged her hands more gently.

He wanted to divert her thoughts, so he pretended to be idle and asked the old peddler, "Sir, these oranges from the South China Sea are good for eating in mid-autumn, why are they kept until now, and have to be transported all the way to Lancheng?"

"Presumably the young master is always in the book pavilion, without farming, so he didn't know that the southern oranges are also divided into spring fruits and autumn fruits."

"I hope the old man can enlighten me." Changdi smiled sadly, and brushed away a few wisps of snow for her. Now that he is in this situation, is it considered to be the same as her...

"Lancheng is a good place, with green mountains and green waters, gifted scholars and beauties, don't like the smell of gold, silver and copper, and love to grow flowers and fruit trees." The salesman glanced at the young man who was lovingly caring for the beautiful woman in his arms, and turned his head quickly, without saying a word.

Embarrassed, Zhijin whispered, "The old man is talking to you."

"I heard that the wind and rain in Guozhou is eternal, and the rouge and crabapple are like wine. I saw it with my lady tonight, and it is true." He said indifferently, "It's just that the southern orange in spring is like the snow in summer. Although it is strange, it seems unreasonable. It’s out of proportion. Nature is not the original intention of creation, but human lust.”

"My lord is a man of great knowledge, and he said it well." He drove the carriage, and said vicissitudes of life, "The so-called oranges that grow in Huainan are oranges, and oranges that grow in Huaibei are oranges. The so-called four seasons are eaten in accordance with the seasons. Meet the heavens and the earth. Nowadays, everyone advocates rare goods to live in. The orange trees we moved from the South China Sea have been cultivated for many years, and it is not easy to grow these authentic southern oranges."

"However, as the young master said, things that are not born of the original water and soil always lack a bit of true meaning. So, this southern orange and spring fruit is not as good as the autumn fruit that grows in the South Sea." The old peddler seemed to be yelling, "Let's try it, two nobles. There are not many houses in Guozhou that can grow Nanju Chunguo."

Nanju is loved by the world, but it is rare.The orange grows in the South China Sea, and when it is moved to another place, the fruit will be small and astringent. This is the rule of the climate. It can only grow in the moist mountains and forests of the South China Sea. If it changes its hometown, it will not be happy, and it will not bear fruit.She picked up a plump orange, recalling that the first time she tasted this taste was in Cishan, in the underground palace painted with flowers and plants, the demon venerable Zhongyan told her to eat more of this nourishing and precious fruit...

Memories are as deep as the sea, and it is difficult to escape once trapped.She was addicted and afraid, and couldn't bear to ask, are those old friends okay?Whether it is safe, whether it is joyful, whether it is favored by the destiny, live according to nature.

Why is she not an old friend? It's just that an unknown old friend like her should have been hiding in the shadow of time, waiting to be forgotten.

Forgetting is the deadliest killing in the world.But this time, she preferred that the fight be done by him.Kongchen, in this life, please forget about me.Let me destroy Luotang Mountain, erase all our memories, and bury the one who loves you the most.

We don't have an afterlife, and we don't have to meet each other.

The taste of sour and bitter but little honey is surprising, obviously the orange peel looks fresh and sweet.Holding the Nanju spring fruit that was born in Guozhou, she lamented how much sweetness she had lost compared to previous years...

Changdi didn't feel uncomfortable with the taste, he was used to the bitterness, he had tasted all the sorrows, the tangerine seemed to be like his dull and chaotic heart.He hesitated to speak, but still opened his mouth, "Qing Ze has passed away."

She didn't believe that her jade hairpin was so powerful, and she didn't believe that he, a majestic Yuezhou tiger, could easily die in her hands.

"When you were in a coma, Tu Su reported the matter, but I hesitated whether I should tell you... You also know something about him. His life is short, and he didn't live long." Chang Di supported her shoulder, Reassured, "The reason why he made up his mind to tell you is because he has been sincere to you."

He took out the white spirit stone from his sleeve, "He asked me to give it to you. He said, if I die, you should take the white spirit with you to distinguish the flat heron and find the ashes of a beautiful woman. He said that this thing was left by Changyou." , but nostalgia."

"I was the one who blamed him...missed him..." Zhijin cried and fell into Changdi's arms. She hated Qingze's cruelty and his insidious abuse, but after she personally stabbed the jade hairpin into his heart When I was in bed, after listening to his confession, I realized that when he was young, he saw A Niang's messy things, and the pain in his heart was indescribable.

"Girl...listen to me...listen to me..." He embraced her, covering her from the flying snow, "his last wish is not to make you feel guilty, but to hope that you will end your grief and stop thinking about it... …cherish everything around you right now.”

(End of this chapter)