Because the Li family of Chang'an admires the world and the Xiling Temple, the relationship between the Central Plains and the Tang Empire has never been harmonious. Although it is intimidated by the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty's military armor, it is not a little bit contemptuous, but Deep down, I definitely have no good feelings, only the Great River Kingdom is an exception.
Located in the south of the mainland, Dahe Kingdom and the Tang Empire are separated by Daze Forest and the vast territory of the Southern Jin Dynasty. It is extremely difficult to interact, but I don't know if it is because of the distance that makes it easy to produce beauty. Since many years ago, Dahe Kingdom has been the king of the people. He has always admired the culture of the Tang Kingdom and ignored the difficult and long transportation routes. He sent out envoys and students every once in a while. The scenery culture of Chang'an City is very popular in Dahe. The Dahe Kingdom has many details from the imperial court system to the daily life of the people. You can see the influence of Tang Feng.
The group of young men and girls who appeared by the dense forest on the blue lake were wearing light-colored skirts, with wide and gorgeous belts. The most popular clothing style during the Kaihua period of the Tang Dynasty. These young men and girls had calm and soft eyebrows, but their eyes were focused and firm, and they wore them around their waists. The black-shewed wooden sword is long and slightly curved, which is the unique sword of the Great River Kingdom.
From these details, Ning Que quickly concluded that the other party was from Dahe, and the people of the two countries who had been intimate and trust for generations were naturally close and trusting to each other. He did not believe that the other party would have malicious intentions towards him, so he did not believe that the other party would have any malice to him. Without hesitation, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand. As he expected, when these young men and girls knew about their identity as Tangren, they quickly released their kindness and reported their master sect.
Mochiyuan of the Dahe Kingdom is the place where Lord Saint King practices. These boys and girls who appear on the Yanbei wasteland are naturally the children of the Saint Lord. Most of them are female disciples, with only three or four male disciples.
The girl who was aimed at by Ning Que with a boxwood bow walked up, blinked her curious big eyes, looked at Ning Que as if she had seen something fun, and asked, "Are you really a Tang people?"
This girl in a long lotus-colored dress probably was afraid of the cold. She had a furry scarf around her face and neck, with a childish face and big black and lively eyes, which looked particularly cute.
Ning Que replied with a smile: "What are the benefits of impersonating a Tangren?"
The girl covered her mouth and smiled, saying, "Apart from the Tang people in the city, I have never seen the Tang people from Chang'an City, so I'm a little curious."
A woman about twenty years old came up and saluted Ning Que with apology. She took out an identity document surveyed by the Yan State Military Department from her arms, and then asked Ning Que to take out his identity document. .
After all, this place is a wasteland and not far from the battlefield. You can't relieve all your vigilance just by Ning Que's words. He understood the other party's caution very well, untied his bag behind him, took out the documents issued by Tuyang City and handed them over to the other party.
After confirming that Ning Que was a Tang Dynasty man, these disciples from Mochiyuan, Dahe Kingdom suddenly became more relaxed. The girls gathered around him and looked at him from afar and talked curiously. The woman apologized sincerely and said, "I didn't know before." It is really abrupt that the young master is pointing at the same time with a knife and arrow. Please forgive me."
The girl from Tang Kingdom is known for her sparseness and stinginess. Both Li Yu and Situ Yilan have this kind of character. Ning Que rarely sees such a gentle woman. He glanced at the male disciple of Mochiyuan who was standing in the distance with honest and obedient. When I think of the rumors that Dahe Country values girls over men, I can't help but feel a little strange. Since Dahe Country values girls over men, why are these female disciples in Mochiyuan so reasonable and gentle, even seemingly too peaceful?
He smiled and shook his head, "Miss is so polite. You guys discovered this hot spring first. I am the uninvited guest. If you want to apologize, I should apologize."
The woman who had been in full bloom in ten years hesitated for a moment and said, "It is indeed a good person in the country. Her words and temperament are gentle and generous. She is the three disciples of Xiamochiyuan who drink the beauty of her. If the young master is happy with this hot spring, it is better..."
If it were an ordinary Tang soldier, I would not have let the third disciple of Mochiyuan attach so much importance to gentleness. But this place is not far from Dongsheng Village. The black coat that Ning Que wore was a gift from everyone for red sleeves. Both the material and the embroidery work are the best skills in the world. How can women in Dahe Country not understand Dahe Country After just a glance at the truth about Tang Yi, I guess Ning Que must have a very extraordinary origin. Maybe he was the academy students who heard that they were studying in Dongsheng Village, so his attitude became more gentle and humble.
"How can this be true?" Ning Que said with a smile: "I just walked along the lake casually. I occasionally found something different from the lake. I guessed that there might be mountain streams here, but I didn't expect it to be a hot spring in advance. You don't need to pay attention. I."
Listening to this, the woman's expression was still calm, but she felt relieved. With the respect of Dahe Kingdom for Tang, especially guessing that Ning Que may have a great origin. If she were to take her junior sisters and younger brothers away at another time, she would probably leave directly and give this hot spring to Ning Que, but now it is very inconvenient. ...
"In this way, I won't disturb the young master of Shangguo's cultivation."
Seeing that he had no intention of signing up for himself, Zhuo Zhihua didn't want to ask for advice, so he smiled and squatted, bowed respectfully, and then took the group of boys and girls to the dense forest.
Ning Que looked deep in the dense forest and saw the water mist steaming from the hot spring, and a yellow cloth surround about one and a half high. He thought that the girls in the Great River Kingdom probably soaked in the hot spring after the cloth surround. , No wonder they were so nervous before. If other men were asked to steal all the spring light with their eyes, what should we do?
I didn't expect to walk along the lake and actually meet a female disciple from Mochiyuan, Dahe Guo. His luck today was not too bad. He picked up his bags on the ground, turned around and walked around, thinking about passing by a place by the lake before. The shallow pool seeping out of the white stone is also good, so I plan to go there to meditate and practice.
At this moment, a shattered sound of footsteps suddenly sounded behind me. He turned around curiously. The girl from the Great River Kingdom who had been aimed at by his bow and arrow ran over. Because she ran too fast, her tender little face was full of blush. The furry animal tail on her neck had already dispersed and became more and more cute. .
Ning Que asked, "What's the matter?"
The girl opened her big dark eyes and stared at Ning Que's cheeks full of gentle expression. Thinking of the calm, cold and terrifying archer before, she subconsciously scratched her head and asked, "Can you tell me before?" We came out of the forest together, so many senior brothers and sisters, why do you aim at me with bows and arrows?"
"If I say to capture the thief first, do you believe it?" Ning Que replied with a smile.
The girl smiled and shook her head and said, "Of course I don't believe it. I have always been the worst one in Mochiyuan. And at that time, I didn't have any weapons in my hand. My senior brothers had bows and arrows in my hand, and my senior sisters had waists. Wearing a show sword, you are so strong, of course you won't regard me as the most threatening person."
Ning Que didn't expect that she could think of so many things from that aim. After being slightly stunned, he answered honestly: "The reason I aimed at you is indeed because you are the weakest person in the crowd."
Then he added: "If you can't lock the most important person among the enemies, lock the person among the enemies who is most likely to be attacked to death, so that the conditions will be easier to negotiate."
The girl looked at him curiously and asked, "If... there was a really misunderstanding at that time, would you really cum in me?"
There is no resentment, no anger, just pure curiosity.
Ning nodded in a short time.
A surprised expression appeared in the girl's lacquered eyes, and she said, "But can the Tang people bully the weak?"
"We Tangren are also ordinary people, with good people and bad people."
The girl asked in confusion: "But you are not a bad person."
Ning Que looked at the cute little girl like a cub, and couldn't help but reach out and rub her head, and said with a smile: "There are no good people or bad people on the battlefield, only dead people and living people."
After a moment of pause, he looked at her slightly red and tender face. He didn't know if it was touched by those memories. The smile on his face gradually faded away and said seriously: "On the battlefield, either you kill the enemy or the enemy kills you. , little girl, if you don't want to die here, be sure to remember this."
The girl nodded vigorously.
"You are chasing me and want to ask these things?" Ning Que asked.
"Yes." The girl smiled Ruochuhe, blushing with shame, "I also want to tell you that my name is Tmall Girl."
After saying this, she turned around and ran towards the Wenquan Mountain Creek, never looking back.
Ning Que couldn't help laughing as he looked at the girl's back, thinking that the names of Dahe people have always been very interesting, but he really didn't expect someone to call him Tmall Girl. This name is really not good, but he is curious with the little girl. The lacquer eyes really contrast with the cute furry feeling.
I didn't walk far back along the lakeside, so I looked at the pool that seeped out of the white stones on the lower side of the shore. The rock at the bottom of the clear pool was as clear as a book page, and the scenery was good. He confirmed that the distance was far enough and would not be covered with yellow cloth. After the girls from the Great River Kingdom misunderstood, they untied their bags and sat down.
There was still a faint smell of sulfur in the air by the lake. Thinking that the mountain stream was actually a hot spring and there was no way to drink it, he understood why neither the tribes on the wasteland nor the Yan Kingdom coalition had chosen to camp near these camps.
"The girls in Okawa Country really love to soak in hot springs as they are written in the vernacular book."
Looking back at the corner of the yellow cloth vaguely visible in the distance, his right hand, who fell on the round stone, subconsciously grabbed it. This action had no obscene meaning, but was just savoring the touch of the Tmall girl's head before. After savoring for a while, he realized that the aftertaste at this time was because he had not rubbed Sangsang's head for a long time.
The scenery around this lake rock pool is quite beautiful, quiet and pleasant. The more important thing is that the heaven and earth are full of vitality. Since there is no way to jump into the mountain stream and bathe with the girls in the Great River Country, Ning Que naturally would not give up such a good place of practice.
The next day, he rode a big dark horse to the lakeside again.
Sitting in the lake wind, closing your eyes and meditating quietly, opening your eyes, raising your fingers to gently draw lines that are difficult to understand in the wind. Only he himself knows that these lines are combined into runes.
His eyes moved in the empty air with his fingertips. When he encountered an insolvent barrier, he frowned and thought for a long time, waved his hand to erase all the runes he had imagined, and then continued to draw invisible talismans with his fingers. arts.
Before he knew it, the sun moved to the middle of the sky, and the slightly cold wind was illuminated a little warmer. He untied the collar of his body, stood up and stretched his waist, loosened his stiff body and slightly sour. arm.
It was the laziness of stretching his waist and the comfort of exploring his arms. His eyes naturally floated to the front of the right, landing on the yellow cloth that was looming among the forest streams in the distance. Maybe it was the nature of the body, maybe it was the psychological one. Naturally, in short, he looked over there, and even heard the slight splash of streams and the laughter of silver bells in his ears.
"The girls in the Great River Country really love to soak in hot springs."
He sighed again, thinking that yesterday, today, soaking every day, even the smooth and fair skin will probably be soaked into wet white paper. Wouldn't those girls be worried?
The figures of several male disciples from Mochiyuan outside Linxi who were wary of keeping a watch have increasingly proved the rumors that the Dahe Country values girls over men. Ning Que couldn't help but think that the previous monarch of Dahe Country was a queen. Legend has it that a woman disguised herself as a man and flew across the mountains. The story of coming to Chang'an City to study from afar, and some unclear stories from the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty were passed down... If the Queen had not had only one son, if it weren't for the fact that a saint of calligraphy was born, I would have been afraid that the status of the men in the Dahe Kingdom today would be even more miserable. .
The hot spring soup is like goat's milk, and the girl plays like a deer. This imagination cannot make her stomach full after all. Ning Quexing left the stone pond and found a piece of dry ground to start cooking. He was preparing to stew a pot of milky white mutton soup today.
"Do you still know how to cook?"
The Tmall girl appeared on the lakeside, looking at Ning Que who was lighting up curiously with her big eyes, and said, "Didn't I hear that men in Tang Country don't cook, they only eat ready-made food?"
Ning Que had known that she had come over long ago, and said, "When I was in Chang'an City, I naturally couldn't cook, but in such wilderness, there is anything else to do it alone."
The Tmall woman clapped her palms, turned her eyes, squatted beside him, and said bravely, "I'll help."
Ning Que saw her full of hope. Although he did not trust the cooking skills of this girl from the Great River Country, he still smiled and made way out. To his surprise, Tmall girl was very exquisite in cooking at such a young age. He was skillful and completed all the procedures in just a while, then washed his hands and waited for the last time to lift the pot.
Listening to the sound of boiling soup in the pot and smelling the aroma of meat that had already begun to overflow, Ning Que looked at her in surprise, and became increasingly puzzled by what kind of existence the women in the Dahe Country are, a society that values girls over men. , so cultivate such a gentle temperament and skillful cooking skills?
After lifting the cover and serving the soup, Ning Que handed over a bowl. The Tmall girl smiled and the two of them sat in the cold wind by the lake and began to drink the slightly hot soup, which became warm from their bodies to their hearts.
"Is the Great River Country very warm?"
"Yeah." The Tmall woman nodded, looked at the thin ice on the lake, shivered and said, "I really didn't expect Yan State to be so cold. The cotton jackets I bought in Xiling on the road seemed to be completely unable to stop the wind."
"After a few days, it will be true that it is the real winter, or when you enter the depths of the real wasteland, you will know what a knife-like wind is. Speaking of which, you are so young, why do you follow your senior sisters to the front line?"
"I'm fourteen this year." The Tmall woman opened her big eyes and looked at him in confusion, "Are you still young?"
"Is the fourteenth not young?"
The Tmall girl frowned slightly and pouted, saying, "You can get married even if you are fourteen, how can you be young?"
It seems that Tang Lu can only get married at the age of sixteen? Ning Que held the soup bowl, looked at the hot fog slowly rising from the distance of the lake, and thought that Sangsang was fourteen years old this year. Could it be that he could get married in Dahe Country?
After drinking the mutton soup, the Tmall woman took off the fuzzy collar between her neck very quickly, rolled up her sleeves, and brushed the bowls, chopsticks, pots and basins cleanly.
Looking at the busy figure by the lake, Ning Que naturally thought of Sangsang again. In the more than a month after leaving Chang'an City, he rarely thought of the little maid at home. However, after meeting the Tmall girl, I don't know if it's because of the similar age, figure or something else, but I think of Sangsang more and more times.
"A little gift, thank you."
When the Tmall girl said goodbye, Ning Que took out a box of snacks from his bag and handed them over.
The Tmall girl wanted to refuse, but looking at the exquisite emblem on the wooden box, her big eyes suddenly lit up and she shouted in surprise: "Is this the osmanthus cake from Chang'an City...the Furong Record?"
"It seems to be."
The pastries in Ning Que's bags were prepared by everyone. The snacks prepared by Xiaocao were undoubtedly basically Sangsang liked them. He vaguely remembered that it was indeed a kind of osmanthus cake.
"The other pastries in Furongji are sold in the Kyoto semicolon, but there is no osmanthus cake because this osmanthus cake uses osmanthus outside the Daming Palace."
The Tmall woman was surprised and held the pastry box like a baby. She took out a piece and carefully put it into her lips for chewing, with an extremely happy and intoxicating smile on her face.
Looking at the smile on the little girl's face, Ning Que was very happy. He remembered that when he brought the pastry back from Hongxiu to Sangsang last year, it seemed that she was also smiling like this, but why did he think of her again?
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My love is on the mountainside, and I want to find her too high. My lover gave me the osmanthus cake, what should I give her? Sweat medicine? Ning Que always felt that he had read such a poem somewhere, but he couldn't remember the specific year, month and day of this memory. He was only a little restless by the osmanthus cake in the words, and thought to himself. It would be better to let the girl disciple in Mochiyuan have a wrong idea. Although pear blossoms have not grown on his head, he does not want to bully the tender flowers and grass.
The facts proved that he was thinking too much, or the Mochiyuan sect had a plan to deal with such things. The day after he gave the osmanthus cake, the female disciple named Zhuo Zhihua held a big pot. The fish stew comes as a gift.
The stewed fish tastes sweet and smooth. The girls in the Great River Country are really gentle and can't find any mistakes, which makes people fond of it. Ning Que can't eat it for nothing, so he took out a box of pastries from his bag as a gift.
The days gradually flowed away by the gifts of various Daheguo stew pots and various Chang'an City pastries. The coldness in Yanbei wasteland became deeper and deeper. Winter is officially here. The thin ice on the lakeside gradually gathers, melts and condenses, and becomes It was like a mirror, but it was still blue on the ice on the shore of the hot spring lake.
Although he didn't say much, he didn't even meet many times. Ning Que became familiar with the girls in Mochiyuan, Dahe Country. The girls never asked him about his origins, and he never asked him why. Instead of stationing in the coalition camp, he chose to come to this wilderness.
The winter spirit is getting louder and the colder is getting stronger. The hot spring behind the yellow cloth falls along the steep cliff, forming a stream and pool, and white water vapor spreads everywhere, still warm as spring.
Because the temperature inside the cloth circumference was too high, the Tmall woman was wearing only a close-fitting underwear, sitting on the wet stone by the stream, kicking her two little feet, holding a few pieces of pastries in her hand and eating happily. The underwear was stuck to the still developing girl's body by the moisture in the air, showing a few slightly raised curves.
She looked at the pool below Wenxi and shouted loudly: "The last two osmanthus cakes are there, do you really not eat them?"
Zhuo Zhihua walked to the bank of the stream, looked at the direction of the pool and said with a smile, "Master, let's try it."
Milky white mist filled the pool, and only a figure could be seen faintly. Suddenly, a cold wind blew from the depths of the mountains and forests, penetrated the cloth swaying and shaking the hot fog on the pool surface, and the vision was slightly clearer. some.
There is a rock poking out of the water in the pool.
A girl sat quietly on the rock with her back facing the stream bank. Her lower body was wrapped in a thin white wet cloth, her upper body was not covered with silk threads, and her black hair hung like a waterfall on her naked back, and the water drops slowly fell from her head.
"You guys eat."
Zhuo Zhihua looked at the girl in the pond and said worriedly: "Master, the coalition forces are not willing to pay attention to us at all. There are many difficulties in both logistics and camp. Should we just stay here forever?"
The Tmall woman shook the wet hair on her shoulders behind her, walked to the edge of the pond and said angrily, "In my opinion, we might as well go to Dongsheng Village. General Tang will definitely welcome us."
Zhuo Zhihua rubbed her head and said helplessly: "Although Dahe has been in good terms with Tang for generations, my disciples in Mochiyuan came after all, and Your Majesty dare not offend the temple, and don't forget that the master is Guests of the Temple, if we leave the coalition forces and go to Tang Camp, it will cause trouble for the master."
The Tmall girl's eyes turned and said, "Senior sister, why don't you tell them your identity? A few days ago, when she saw the flower snob Lu Chenjia follow the Tianyu Academy into the military camp, the guys from Yan and Yuelun countries were like that. Honest and respectful, if they let them know that you are here, how dare you be so bad to us?"
After a moment of silence, the black-haired girl on the rock in the pond said softly: "Why fight for these leisurely energy?"
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Occasionally one day, Ning Que came to the lakeside a little earlier than usual. He put down his bags by the stone pond, thinking that the girls in Mochiyuan should still be resting, so he took a look at that place casually.
Then he saw a picturesque scenery.
He saw a beautiful painting like a landscape.
In the dim morning light, a girl stood at the end of the oblique branches extending to the winter lake.
The girl was wearing a thin white dress, her black hair was lying behind her like a waterfall, her naked feet were stomping on the weak branches. With the cold wind blowing from the lake, the branches swayed gently up and down, and her body also slightly. Swinging, it seems extremely comfortable, as if what is coming is not the wind from the winter wasteland, but the warm spring breeze.
Ning Que looked at her quietly without making a sound, subconsciously not wanting to destroy the picture.
The girl in white, standing at the end of the oblique branch, seemed to sense his gaze, brushed her white sleeves, and her figure instantly disappeared behind the yellow cloth.
Only the thin branch was still swaying gently in the lake breeze.
Ning Que looked at the slightly trembling branches and slowly raised his eyebrows.
He didn't see her face clearly, but only remembered the blue ribbon tied between her white waist when Rumei left.
A touch of white clothes, like a cloud on the lake.
A touch of blue is like water in the lake.
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(I think looking back at this chapter in a year will be interesting. I will try my best to satisfy myself. Good night everyone.)