Linglong understood that he was afraid that she would be stressed.
Even if you are a princess, queen, or a woman with the highest status, you cannot escape the responsibility of giving birth to your heirs.
Qingshan said that it would be better if she didn't have it, and he couldn't bear to let her suffer.
She smiled sweetly, "You're so kind."
"What's so good about bullying you every day?"
"Anywhere is fine."
"real ?"
She nodded firmly "Yes!"
"I'm so good. The new year is coming soon. Do the rewards at the end of the year and the encouragement at the beginning of the year have to be more formal?"
Linglong nodded, "Okay! I'll listen to you."
Qingshan picked up Linglong, and Hongzhu was knocked over and fell to the ground with a clatter.
One of the buckles was torn off, and it fell among the flowers, hiding its fragrance and covered by layers of petals.
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The roses in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers comes in bursts.
The moonlight is bright and clear, and my lover is drunk.
The fragrance is turbulent, the green mountains are like rocks, and the rocks are melting.
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At dawn, Qingshan got out of bed lightly.
Go to the lime tree on the edge of Xiaofeng Mountain, take out the honeycomb, and pour the honey into the jar.
Bees reproduce very quickly in this mountain, and there are already several small hives. One is enough for a year, and the others are not touched.
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After finishing his work, he washed his honey-stained hands with hot water, then made a large bowl of warm honey water for Linglong and placed it on the bedside.
He also drank a large bowl of honey water, intending to have it as breakfast, but the Five Zang Temple did not agree, so he had to steam the steamed buns again. After he tore into the hot steamed buns and ate until he was full, Linglong woke up.
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He drank up the bowl of cold honey water and brought another warm one. Feed it into Linglong’s mouth.
Linglong squinted her eyes and said half asleep, "My back hurts."
Qingshan put down the bowl, let her lie on his shoulder, gently rubbed her back, and whispered in her ear, "The table is too hard and it hurts."
Linglong hummed in confusion and blushed, "Stop talking."
Qingshan rubbed her face and said, "Okay, I won't say anything."
Linglong hit him and he laughed.
He kept rubbing her bruised back all morning before she felt better.
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At lunch, Qingshan showed his hand again, saying that he wanted to take Linglong to experience folk wisdom.
Cut the steamed buns into small pieces and evenly coat them in the golden egg liquid, which contains salt foam.
Heat the oil in the pot again, add chopped green onion to the pot, push the small pieces of steamed buns wrapped in egg liquid into the pot and stir-fry.
It's ready in a minute or two.
The steamed buns are slightly battered, with the aroma of egg, flour, burnt aroma, and onion. Various aromas are intertwined and steaming. It is both filling and tasty.
Qingshan often ate it when he was a child. Since his parents passed away, he rarely made it himself. He always felt that it was pitiful to eat this kind of homely taste alone. Things are different now. With Linglong accompanying him, he is willing to make these fried steamed buns again.
Linglong took a bite and her eyes lit up, "Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, golden in color, delicious!"
Qingshan rubbed her earlobes and said, "If it tastes good, eat more!"
For the first time, Linglong ate more than half of the bowl.
Qingshan laughed.
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Since the last time I upgraded to three consecutive levels, there has been no movement in the space.
No matter how tired the two of them were, the space just maintained the status quo and did not continue to upgrade.
The two have also talked about it, maybe the maximum is six?
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In the afternoon, I studied in Qingshan and learned Chapter 41 of the Tao Te Ching: A late bloomer, a great voice has a faint sound, an elephant is invisible, and a Tao is hidden and nameless.
Linglong explained, "Those who truly achieve great things are the last to come forward. The loudest voice in the world cannot be heard, the biggest image cannot be seen, and the true Tao cannot be understood by humans."
That is to say, what Tao is cannot be written into a book for you to learn. You have to understand it yourself. This Tao Te Ching is just a little guide. Whether you can enter the door and understand it depends on your personal understanding.
The so-called late bloomers, loud voices and dim voices, and invisible elephants all tell us that the ultimate is something we cannot hear with ordinary ears or see with the naked eye. If you become the ultimate, others will not be able to understand you. Tao has no concrete form. "
Qingshan nodded, "So, we can only approach the Tao, but we cannot truly attain the Tao."
"This is, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. People cannot truly understand the Tao. If you can get a glimpse of the mystery, it is great wisdom."
Qingshan nodded confusedly, "This Tao Te Ching really talks about the most profound things in the world."
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While it was still dark, the green mountains were popping out of space. The temperature outside had already risen and the snow had begun to melt. However, the road was slippery. It would take seven or eight days before the mountain road dried up before we could go down the mountain.
Qingshan came back and told the situation, Linglong nodded, "Okay! Let's talk about it in seven or eight days."
Qingshan went to harvest wheat and rice.
Drying when it’s time to dry, and shelling when it’s time to shell.
The space is completely self-sufficient.
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Not long ago, Qingshan found a few mulberry trees in Xiaofeng Mountain, which actually contained some silkworms. He immediately intervened and multiplied them. Now he has accumulated a lot of silk balls.
After class every day, he would spin silk, stretch and comb the silk into bundles. When he returned to the village, he asked Sister-in-law Xiang to weave it into cloth, and Linglong could wear silk clothes.
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In fact, with experience in weaving cotton, he could also weave silk himself. But when he thought that silk was a hundred times thinner than human hair, he felt worried when he looked at his thick hands... he couldn't even pinch it. Forget it.
In the past few days, Linglong used flower slurry to dye several balls of silk into colorful colors and began to embroider the tail of her wedding dress. Every stitch is exquisite. The phoenix's feathers are distinct and lifelike.
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Qingshan pulled the hem of his clothes and rubbed it back and forth, "It looks so beautiful."
Linglong looked at him with a smile, "Your piece is also embroidered like this."
Qingshan sat on the ground at Linglong's feet, put her little feet on his lap, and kneaded her calves, "Are you tired of sitting here without moving?"
Linglong hummed, "I'm tired, my hands hurt, and my neck hurts too."
Qingshan took the clothes and said, "Have a rest." He hugged his wife and got into bed.
"I'll give you a squeeze. My massage skills are pretty good! I used to massage my mother's shoulders when I was little. She was always so tired that her bones ached while carrying grain."
Linglong lay down and tilted her head, "Well, let's get started. You were quite filial when you were a child."
Qingshan's big hands gently rubbed the entire spine section by section from the neck to the shoulders, from the shoulder blades to the lower back through the clothes. This massage technique is quite good, and it really helps to loosen congestion and relieve pain. "That's natural."
After a few rubs, Linglong started to cry out in pain.
"Be patient for a while, and you will feel comfortable after pressing it. Your muscles are always tight during embroidery. Let me loosen your bones."
But the big hand was hot and heavy, pressing on Linglong's back, it was really painful and comfortable, and she became confused.
My mind was full of mush and I was about to fall asleep.
In fact, moments like this are the little sweetness in life.
Linglong happily enjoyed this comfortable and comfortable time.
