Tang Ge

Chapter 8 Water Moon (1)
But two years ago, the fifth son of the Li family, who had been weak and low-key, had established a force in the army that was strong enough to compete with Li Shimin and Li Jiancheng by virtue of his own ability. Containing and fighting with each other, but in front of the battle, they are invincible, and the reputation of the fifth son of the Li family has gradually made the enemy fearful like his elder brother.

The track of history was forcibly reversed by Qiao He, and she could no longer see clearly the road ahead.

So she advised herself more and more that if she wanted to live a good life, she had to be more cautious, prudent in her words and deeds, and she must not be caught by others if there was a trace of wrongdoing, act in a low-key manner, and save her life.

After all, she still values ​​her head very much.Then there is the emphasis on maintenance and careful conditioning. Su Xiaohe, who was delicate and delicate in the past, finally has a bit of a feminine look today.

Almost counting, today's Su Xiaohe is 15 years old, and she Qiao He should also be 24 years old.

Time moved faster and faster.

Qiao He, well, Su Xiaohe sighed, and picked up the needle and thread at hand.

The environment does create a person, and she couldn't help but sigh once again, that the hand that used to hold the scalpel can be so proficient in sewing today. To her, this cannot but be said to be a miracle.

"Sister Xiaohe." Xiaohe turned her head and saw Qingzhi, the teacher's young disciple, smiled kindly, and patted the stone chair beside her, "Sit down."

"Stop sitting." Qingzhi came over and took Xiaohe's hand, "Master is calling you!"

"Master called me?" Xiaohe frowned suspiciously.

"Yes! Hurry up! There are a lot of people here."

A trace of uneasiness suddenly slipped through Xiaohe's heart. She stood up, put down her needlework, straightened her clothes, and asked as she walked, "A lot of people? Who are they?"

The little nun shook her head, "I don't even know her. I came here unexpectedly early this morning. I was making tea in the backyard, so I didn't see who it was."

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the blue curtains on the porch fluttered.

There are thick lines and lines on the dark brown sandalwood door. Xiaohe's hand was placed on it and rubbed it carefully, with sweat oozing from the fingertips.There was no wind in the air, and there was a warm laziness everywhere, except for Xiaohe's hands, which were as cold as if they had just climbed out of the ice cellar.However, the sweat from the fingertips still remained on the door frame bit by bit.The scent of fine bluegrass wafted out from the corner window by the door, making Xiaohe's nose itchy. He really wanted to sneeze, then turn around and leave regardless of the occasion, but there seemed to be a huge stone in his heart. Squeeze hard.Suppressed her strength, courage, vigor, and the little temper that was tortured by this perverted time.All he could think of was running around in his head, and then he swallowed it all, not even daring to let out any smell from his nostrils, so he could only hum coldly in his heart, Xiaohe sighed deeply. He took a breath, trying to spit out those unwilling things, but found that the heaviness on his chest became a little bit heavier.

The little nun stared at her strangely, then stretched out her hand and tugged at her sleeve carefully.

"Sister Xiaohe."

Xiaohe shivered violently, the scorching sun in summer seemed to have no effect on her.She stared blankly at Qingzhi's little white hands, but suddenly flashed in her head the sharp bayonet inserted into the muzzle of the Japanese gun in movies and TV, and their signboard unconsciously rang in her ears. The phrase "Eight Karma".I believe that when the Japanese killed people in Nanjing back then, their voices were definitely not as gentle as Qingzhi.After all, I have come back to the past, should I try my best to warn the ancestors of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties in the history books, and talk to them, the boys on the island did not follow their good intentions at all, and their consciences were greatly broken , need to be vigilant early, so as not to let them ruin the majestic ancient country in the future, it can be considered that I have made some contributions when I come back.

"Sister Xiaohe." The little nun put her head in front of Xiaohe, her eyes were wide open, and she looked puzzled.

"Go in quickly, the teacher is waiting."

"Huh..." Xiaohe let out a long breath, and with a little force on her hands, she lightly knocked on Menfei.

"Master, it's Xiaohe."

The surroundings seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and even the silkworms on the trees lowered their voices knowingly.There was a gentle wind in the distance, and a few yellow flowers that had already fallen off rolled on the ground, and fell into the mud of the flower garden. After struggling a little, they couldn't turn over again.The hair on Xiaohe's forehead was a little messy, she stretched out her hand to tidy it up, but found that the handkerchief in her hand was already wet with sweat, after a long time, Master Jinghui's clear voice came out.

"come in!"

Qing Zhi hurriedly came forward to open the door, with a creak, the door slowly opened, the fragrance of Zhilan rushed to his face, and there were many snow-like gazes mixed with the rich incense.

"Xiaohe pays respects to the teacher."

Qiao He bowed to an elderly nun in Xishou who was still in good shape, and then slowly stood up, his hands and feet seemed a little stiff, and the strength in his whole body seemed to be gradually dissipating.His head seemed to have been hit hard by someone, and he was confused and confused.Xiaohe knew in her heart that the stable and peaceful life of the past two years collapsed just now with the slight push of the opposite door.

The future is filled with fog, and I can no longer see clearly.

"Don't worry about it."

Master Jinghui nodded slightly, and the surrounding voices also became noisy, filled with a trace of chaos that did not match the meditation room. The air that had been frozen just now seemed to flow again at this moment, and gradually revolved around Xiaohe into a A small vortex, the dullness in the air became more and more serious.Xiaohe stood straight, with her back straight, only felt that those knife-like eyes were still gouging her back fiercely, as if they all wanted to find something, and they would not give up until they saw the flesh and blood. .

"Well Well."

A slight cough came from behind, but miraculously overwhelmed all the sounds in the room. Xiaohe felt a chill down her back in the suddenly silent meditation room, and she slowly vomited twice. Na, like a master practicing Tai Chi, then turned around, and bowed down to the beautiful and charming lady on the sandalwood carved chair of Dongshou with a smile like a flower.

"The old servant Su Xiaohe greets Mrs. Wan."

The carriage bumped and bumped on the rugged mountain road, the distant mountains were like a daisy, and the scenery was picturesque. With only one turn, the blue roof of Nianji Temple was no longer visible, together with Qiaohe, Qingzhi, and Qingyun a few days ago. One piece of the windmill that the nun had planted on the eaves disappeared.

Xiaohe sighed softly, put down the curtain on the window, closed her eyes and leaned back on the back seat of the carriage, reached out and rubbed her temples.

(End of this chapter)