Qingqing crumpled the notice into a crumpled ball, threw it on the ground, and walked out of the door without looking back. Siyuan did not call her this time, but stood behind her and watched the thin figure pass by.
The crowd watching the excitement in front of the door walked towards the outside of Tiankeju.
Once you go, you will definitely never come back.
Ren Siyuan sighed, such a loud noise, no matter how deep his sleep was, his senior sister must have heard it clearly - I am afraid that he was indeed smart about this matter. When he entered the room, he saw that An Ge had already sat up, but only on the left side.
My body couldn't bear the strength, so I had to lean on the couch diagonally. When I saw Siyuan's expression, he smiled and said:
"Junior brother, come and sit."
Although Siyuan sat down as instructed, Siyuan still couldn't calm down. His eyes were staring at one place in a daze. When An Ge saw this, he straightened up, looked into his eyes and said, "You didn't do anything wrong.
You shouldn’t blame yourself like this.”
Siyuan didn't know what to say, so he just shook his head silently.
"Master often said that people in the middle of the Heavenly Guests follow the way of Heaven and understand the principles. And those who are in Heavenly Law are nothing more than caring about the patient's illness and worrying about others. Since the Master's amnesty to the Water Prison, those who can be accepted in the Heavenly Guests' Residential Center,
It is inevitable that there will be a lot of resentment in my heart. However, my junior brother's ambition and willingness to use his own efforts to influence people's hearts are far different from what ordinary people can achieve.
"It's just that since ancient times, it's difficult to have both sides. In the end, you have to choose the lesser of the two. You are not the first to know this truth, so why bother because of it?"
After hearing this, Siyuan reluctantly raised his head and smiled: "Sister Sister said, Siyuan has learned a lesson."
Seeing that Siyuan was still frowning, An Ge only thought that he was worried that his husband would inevitably be scolded when he came back, so he patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "Junior brother, what you have done these days, my husband has already taken note of it."
In my eyes, when my husband comes back, he will not be angry with my junior brother because of this matter."
Unexpectedly, Siyuan suddenly raised his head and said: "Sister, when Sir agreed to this matter, could he have anticipated what would happen today?"
When An Ge heard this, his eyes widened slightly, then he lowered his head and remained silent.
When Qiu'er found Qingqing, Linghu Qingqing was holding the horse alone and looking at the sunset by the lake.
It wasn't until Qingqing walked out of the door of Tiankeju that he remembered that he had left the place where he had been attached to for three years alone. The golden horse had been following closely behind him. It seemed that Qingqing could see that Qingqing was sentimental, so he stepped forward, lowered his head and licked
Qingqing's wrist.
Qingqing touched its cheek: "Xingxing, do you think I really did something wrong this time?"
But Xingxing couldn't understand anything and just rubbed Qingqing's hand obediently.
So Linghu Qingqing wandered around the streets and alleys with the stars like this. The water alleys of the West Lake have a unique scenery. The bluestone road makes a clear sound, and the sound of people and horse hooves stepping on it is indescribably sweet. The low roadside
The low eaves slope down, and the rain in the past few days is still dripping. On the other side of the path, there is always a breeze from the lake shore. When the wind blows, it makes the bells hanging under the eaves jingle.
Singing songs loudly.
Qingqing has walked these small roads before, and has never thought that the wind in the world can be so pleasant.
The sky has just turned dark, and there are already many more cruise ships on the lake than usual. Instead of playing quietly on weekdays, the bows and sterns of the boats today are particularly lively, with knotted lights lighting up the lake, making the lake bright.
People on the shore are also busy, and every household lights up the city lights, as if they have stepped into the world of glass. Those ingenious young men and women are holding bamboo strips and folding them into various kinds of lanterns. Qing Qingwang
Looking at the dots of stars along the way, I felt that they looked like colorful spiritual lanterns, hanging high on Lirong Mountain. I looked at the disciples sitting cross-legged in front of me, holding hands and closing their eyes:
"If you don't see the history of Taiping, you won't leave the dust of water and fire."
Qingqing recited this sentence silently in his heart, and for some reason, he shed tears. Master, uncle, brothers, sisters, and grand uncle, are they all okay now...
Are they, like me, looking at the bright lights in the world in some corner of the sky or the rivers and lakes?
For a moment, an impulse suddenly appeared in Qingqing's heart, whether she should take advantage of tonight to return to Tianke Residence. Linghu Qingqing knew in her heart that with Ren Siyuan's temperament, if he could help her once, he could help the third person again.
Second time. If I turn around now, I can wipe away my tears and put a simple smile on my face like the people walking around on the street.
But Qingqing still shook his head, lowered his head, and walked through the hustle and bustle, tears streaming down his face.
"Master, this disciple can't do it..."
Qingqing knew the reason why he did not dare to stay as a guest in Huitian. If he went back, whether Mr. Ruo wanted to punish him or Siyuan wanted to be angry, in Qingqing's eyes, it would not be a big deal. But Qingqing never
Dare to take a look at Ange.
She was afraid that she would see An Ge's empty left sleeve, just like Qichuan.
Qichuan's back when he fell was blending with the bright lights of the street. But Qingqing felt that his body was about to be torn in half. While playing chess with Ren Siyuan, he cut it with a long sword in the dark night.
When those strangers pressed their throats, Qingqing forced herself to bury Li Rongshan three years ago deep in her heart.
Qingqing believes that only by hiding deep enough can one never forget his original intention of living in the world.
But Siyuan, An Ge and even An Yu were tearing open the scars they had carefully hidden time and time again, forcing themselves to stare at them without any room for escape. In fact, Qingqing had already realized why they did this:
They may have thought that once they saw the scar heal, they would be able to get out of it.
Once you get out, you forget about it.
But what Siyuan has always ignored is that Qingqing doesn't want to see the scar healed. On the contrary, Qingqing is tearing up the bloody wound in his heart every moment, and then bandaging it as if nothing had happened. Only in this way can he
While others are unaware, you can feel the unforgettable pain with your heart.
Everyone is trying their best to heal the pain in Qingqing's heart, but Qingqing just wants the pain to go deeper, so deep that she can never forget it.
Finding a piece of deserted grassland, Qingqing sat down and looked up at the full moon and the setting sun. The setting sun was so red that it was obviously the afterglow of the setting sun, but it still spared no effort to burn out its last ray of light. The bustle of the streets and alleys
He had already been left behind, and in front of his eyes, there were only boats coming and going in the middle of the lake, decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
It seemed like the hem of her skirt was quietly brushing across the grass, but Qingqing didn't want to look back.
"Young Master Linghu?"
Qingqing turned around helplessly, but couldn't help but open her eyes wide: "Are you Qiu, General Shen's wife?"
"Yeah." Seeing that Qingqing recognized her, Qiu'er smiled shyly, but lifted up her delicate skirt without saying anything, and sat on the grass with Qingqing. "A few people from the general's residence made an appointment to hang out.
I just look like you from a distance... Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why is the young hero sitting here alone?"
Not knowing how to answer, Qingqing sighed silently: "I'm used to staying on the mountain. There are always many Lantern Festivals on the mountain. Although I know about the Mid-Autumn Festival, I am not used to such liveliness."
Qiu'er glanced at her, took her arm, and whispered: "Actually, what happened during the day has been spread all over the West Lake."
Qingqing tilted his head to one side and smiled bitterly to himself. Although he had known that such a big mess would be spread sooner or later, he never expected that the news would spread so fast. Maybe after tonight, Tiankeju will still be the same as usual, just as
That person named Lin Qing never existed. Seeing Qing Qing not speaking, Qiuer hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Qiu'er has been raised in a boudoir since she was a child. Although she hasn't seen much of the world, she can always hear about what happened in the chaotic world. Young Master Linghu, if Xihu takes advantage of others, it will be fine.
It was Mr. Ruo and the leader's fault that Dongshan took over Nanlin, so if the young hero is angry at Ren Shaoxia today, it is the fault of the young hero Linghu."
"I didn't expect that this matter would be spread so clearly."
Qiu'er smiled: "Of course ordinary people don't know this, but my husband and other generals... inevitably know more."
Seeing that Qingqing's expression softened slightly, Qiu'er just took her arm and said: "It's the first time that young hero and Qiu'er met. I didn't even know Qiu'er's name, but I was able to stop in front of so many shiny needles and hairpins.
Come and save me. It can be seen that the words of the world are just whispers and cannot be trusted. Only when you have met Young Hero Linghu, you know that the disciples of Li Rongshan are clearly kind-hearted people."
After hearing what she said, Qingqing turned around and stared at Qiu'er's face seriously. It was only the second time that Qiu'er and he had met, but her words were the first time Qingqing had heard them since coming down the mountain.
"Young Hero Linghu thought, Young Hero is not a bad person, but Young Hero Ren and Young Hero An are not bad people either. That night when those vicious guys ran into our yard, as long as Young Hero Ren saw the hairpin of the girl opposite me, I
As soon as he got an inch closer, he quickly pulled me further away. Sometimes even... even..." Qiu'er's voice lowered quietly, "even faster than my husband's reaction."
When Qingqing heard this, he finally smiled rarely.
"Then Young Master fainted, and it was Young Master Ren who carried you back!"
Hearing this, Qingqing finally couldn't help but bury his head and let himself ponder in unreasonable thoughts. Qiu'er was right, he was never the unbearable descendant of Linghu that the world said, but Siyuan and An Ge
, he was never the bad guy he imagined. Even Qiu'er who was watching could clearly see such a simple truth, so why couldn't he understand it?
Even if he guessed that the notice was Ren Siyuan's idea, he shouldn't be angry with him in front of everyone.
Qingqing couldn't figure it out. With such a large group of Tianke in the middle, most of them had obviously experienced the night when Lirong Mountain was burned down. What's more, their hands were stained with the blood of Linghu's disciples. But he was facing those people.
Every now and then, there seems to be a voice constantly reminding me - it is not them who really have a blood feud with the descendants of Dongshan.
In the residence of Qingqing and Tianke, there are Yu brothers and Shen Xuanming who sacrificed their lives to save him, Qiu'er who is sitting next to him at this time, and of course Ren Siyuan who wants him to forget the past.
Jianghu loyalty can only be said in four words. But if you really want to draw your sword to help, it will be so difficult.
Just as she was thinking this, a burst of fragrance flooded into her mind, and Qingqing suddenly came to her senses from her lost thoughts. What she saw in front of her eyes was a small square handkerchief with a few light yellow flowers scattered on the corners. Qingqing
Recognize the appearance of these flowers——
It's a sweet-scented osmanthus flower.
And on top of the veil, there was a round snack lying on it.
"Hey, Xuan Ming and I found this at the night market tonight. It's sweet." Qiu'er's watery eyes curled up and she said with a smile, "Mooncakes made of sweet-scented osmanthus are the hardest to find. Every year
You have to search a lot in the alley to find it. Young hero, please try it quickly."
Only then did Qingqing realize that she had indeed been hungry all day long and hadn't even had a drink of water. At this moment, the familiar scent of osmanthus wafted in front of her eyes, and Qingqing hesitated, wondering whether she should reach out.
Qiu'er saw her hesitation, so she just took Qingqing's hand and put the handkerchief and the moon cake into her hand.
"Ah..." Qingqing subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, for fear that she would come across the smell of the osmanthus. The smell of the osmanthus was refreshing, and it was exactly the same as the one planted in front of Qilang Brocade Hall. Qingqing was still a little scared.
——
I'm afraid that this piece of moon cake will make me forget the taste of my sister's flower cake.
But Qiu'er's strength could not tolerate any hesitation from Qing Qing, and before Qing Qing could react, the moon cake was stuffed into her hand. Qiu'er was already a few years younger than Qing Qing, but at this moment she pouted her little mouth.
Zhu Di said: "Young hero, give it a try, give it a try."
Just like that, Qingqing's tongue finally tasted the sweet osmanthus.