"Old man, this is my territory. You can move around as you like in the future."
The young boy had a smile on his face. He was dressed in rich clothes and well behaved. He was well-educated at first glance.
Qingle stared at him for a while, then raised his eyes and looked around. He saw a neat courtyard with bright and clean windows. There were several pots of precious peonies on the porch, bamboo rockeries were planted in the corners, and there were several tall servants standing outside the courtyard.
She lowered her head. The purple material was well cut...it was a good material that she had never worn before.
"good."
she heard herself say.
Hearing this, the little boy raised his lips: "But are you hungry? Ah Cheng, serve the food."
The servant named 'A Cheng' responded with a high voice and walked out quickly. Not long after, seven or eight maids came into the courtyard one by one carrying dishes, wiping hands and serving dishes, all of which were served with great precision.
Qing Le has lived here since then.
The young man was busy with his homework and spent most of his time studying various things, from once a day to once every half a month.
Qing Le didn't care. As an old woman brought back by the young master of the Hou Mansion, she had to eat and drink every day, and had maids to serve her. Her life should not be too comfortable, until one day——
"Grandma, I have to leave."
"But don't worry, even if I'm not here, they will take care of you in your old age."
He didn't know that she had a long life and could wear out all his grandchildren.
"I just don't know...whether I will still be there at that time."
A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a sapphire blue robe, sword-shaped eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a high nose. He already looked vaguely like an adult... Qingle looked up at him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"ah?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Borderland."
"Grandma, are you concerned about me? Don't worry. Although it is said that the generals of the Yue Kingdom are brave and good at fighting, and the soldiers are particularly powerful - but I, the Cang Yue Kingdom, are not weak either. I have also learned martial arts, so I will definitely not lose my life easily. "
Having said that, the enemy is strong and we are weak, so there is probably no return from this trip.
The young man said with a smile on his face: "Grandma, you have to eat on time and listen to the words of the maid, so that you can live a long life."
In late autumn, the air is crisp, a cool breeze blows, and the bamboo forest in the corner makes a rustling sound. The maids and servants all lower their heads and guard their positions. There is an old man, a young man, and a white dog beside the stone table in the courtyard.
A few days later, the prince of the Hou family left the house, and the wife of the Hou family fainted in front of the door crying.
The general died in a hundred battles and returned strong in ten years.
The battle between the Liang Kingdom and the Cang Yue Kingdom lasted for five years. At first, the Hou Mansion could still receive letters from the young master, but then gradually there were fewer and fewer, and there was no news at all, until... the news of the defeat came.
"Cang Yue Kingdom has been defeated."
"The Lord of Cang Yue Kingdom has written a letter of surrender."
"Cang Yue Kingdom was merged into Liang Kingdom and became its affiliated city."
The prince's mansion plummeted, his title was weakened, and he became an ordinary commoner.
Naturally, Qing Le and everyone in the Hou Mansion were kicked out of the Hou Mansion. The people in the Hou Mansion did not welcome her as an old woman, so Qing Le left alone.
Miss Houfu hesitated: "Mom, it was my eldest brother who saved the person. You are like this..."
"How am I doing? What did I do wrong? You still think our family is the same as before, with endless glory and wealth! An old beggar, maybe your eldest brother was conquered by her! How disgusting!"
Without wealth and honor, Madam Houfu would simply break the jar and throw it away, regardless of her image.
The sky is cloudless and people are rushing along the official road.
Qing Le left the city and headed west on crutches. When she was thirsty, she drank water from the stream. When she was hungry, she went into the mountains to look for wild fruits. When she met a good man who offered her a mouthful of food, she said nothing, took it and ate it, saying: " Thank you."
After eating, we continued on our way, causing well-intentioned people to be stunned for a moment.
Mountains, rivers, all the way over mountains and ridges, I don't know how long I walked. When Qingle stopped, he saw a vast expanse in front of him.
The sky is dark blue, with thick clouds piled in the sky, the outlines of the trees are dark, and the wild grass in the distant wilderness is rustling by the strong wind.
Qing Le walked over on crutches, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The wind was strong, ruffling her old cloak. Her thin pole-like legs were leaning against her body, and a thick layer of calluses had grown on the soles of her feet without shoes... Passing by the boundary marker, she came to the mass grave.
quack--
Crows circled in the sky, vultures stood on the white bones.
Qingle watched as he walked. From dusk to dawn, no matter how long it took, he finally found a white skeleton buried in the soil by the river. A hole was cut in the head, and a black rope was tied to the wrist bone.
The black rope is covered with mud and cannot be seen without looking carefully. It has cracked due to exposure to wind and sun.
Qingle picked up a leg bone nearby, dug a shallow pit nearby, put the bones in, and covered it with soil.
After finishing, he washed his hands in the river next to him, got up and left.
-
A hundred years is neither long nor short.
Like a baby, from the age of hair to the age of old age, and then to the end of the coffin, this is considered longevity.
Some people are not, like Qing Le, who was old and dying at the beginning of a century, but is still old and lingering after a hundred years. Others are different, dying with their temples hanging, or dying with their crowns tied, and often standing without going out.
Qing Le witnessed the young man dying in front of his eyes again and again.
Beggars, slaves, heirs, prostitutes, kings and grandsons... moths pounce on the flames and die calmly.
Xihe: "..."
She really didn't expect this.
She just gave Qing Le this dignified appearance and never interfered in the rest.
Qingle opened his old eyelids and stared at her coldly, his voice hoarse: "I remember you, little girl."
Xihe suddenly fell silent, thinking that a hundred years had come. He gathered strength in his hand and slapped Qing Le on the top of his head. A steady stream of spiritual power rushed into Qing Le's sea of consciousness. He only heard a crisp sound of 'ding' and the invisible barrier disappeared.
boom--
Spiritual power surges and the space surges.
Xihe quickly set up a barrier with quick eyes and hands. He looked at Qing Le and saw that the aura on her body was rising steadily.
Oh,
Open your eyes.
Xihe pursed his lips and stood there.
The shabby clothes turned into snow-white robes, the layers of white hair turned black and fell softly behind her back, and the old skin gradually returned to smoothness... A hundred years have passed, and scenes passed before my eyes.
thump,
Qingle knelt on one knee and covered her heart.
Strong emotions hit her mind, the meat buns, the rejecting hands - the number one scholar who was beheaded not long ago.
Bah,
Bang, bang, a string of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped on the ground.
Qing Le closed his eyes tightly: "It's all him, right? He's the beggar, he's the young general, he's also the number one scholar... Shang Shen is really good at it, Qing Le can't match it."
Xihe shook his head: "Whether you believe it or not, except for the appearance, I didn't interfere with anything else."
She has no time to do this, is she going to do this?
"Is it."
Qing Le took a deep breath, wiped his face, and smiled: "A hundred years have passed, has God figured out how to deal with Qing Le?"
Even so, her face was full of sarcasm, and she obviously didn't believe what Xihe said. Xihe was a little speechless, but she had no intention of doing this with her now, so she said directly: "Since the time is up, you can leave."
Qingle was stunned: "You let me go?"
