In the late spring and early summer of the fifteenth year of Qiantai, the best time of the year in the North, Xia Qian stood alone under the flower tree in a large house in the north of Tanzhou City, looking up at the cold moonlight, feeling depressed. Alone and alone, grass and insects humming, a burst of sadness came to her heart. She suddenly remembered the poems of her predecessors: "For whom the wind and dew will stand at midnight." This is her "predecessor", not the "predecessor" of her era. people".
The flower hall was brightly lit, and drunken laughter could be heard from time to time. It was the second brother who was entertaining the followers of Zhao Ju, the military envoy of Fan Yang. There were still three thousand nails in the ruined ship, and the emaciated camels were bigger than horses. Although the Yang family in Heshuo was wiped out, the old shopkeepers and old men still loved the old master. The name of Yanghu was very useful, and Xia Yun quickly opened the door. situation. However, he is a foreigner after all. If he wants to gain a foothold in Tanzhou and show his strength, he must reach an agreement with Zhao Ju's power. This is the top priority at the moment. The girl's various unsatisfactory problems can only be put aside. aside.
The Hu people retreated to the north, Zhao Bohai stood still, the rebellion in the three towns of Hebei was unknown, the emperor stopped in Yangzhou, and the prince guarded the capital. The chaos gradually stabilized, and the Liang Kingdom seemed to take a breath of relief, vaguely showing the trend of ZTE. However, Xia Qian knew better than anyone else that this kind of stability was just a fragile appearance. Any slight change would trigger another wave of chaos sweeping the world. For example, Deng Pu, the veteran of the three dynasties and General Zhenyuan, died in the West.
She let out a long sigh, feeling lonely. In this world, excitement and excitement belong to men, and she has nothing.
Reminiscing about the past and considering the future, Xia Qian stood there for an unknown amount of time. Her legs and feet were a little sore. She hurried forward to greet him, and the strong smell of alcohol hit her nostrils. She complained unconsciously: "Second brother drank too much again! You are the leader of a gang. You don't have to go into battle personally to persuade others to drink!"
With the wine in her stomach and the friendship in her hands, Xia Yun was in a good mood. She patted the girl on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I know it. This little wine is nothing..."
"What if there is a sneak attack at this moment? Has the second brother forgotten what happened in the medicine refining hall?" Xia Qian said with a hint of resentment. She knew that Xia Yong was depressed and used wine to drown her sorrows intentionally or unintentionally. But now they are building a city on the sand. As for the foundation, you can’t make a wrong step.
Xia Yong fell silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh and changing the subject: "Where is Mr. Sheep? How is he doing?"
Xia Qian's expression darkened, and she shook her head and said, "He is so thin that he is out of shape. He sleeps for four to five days without eating enough water or rice. He has eaten a lot of ginseng and multiflorum, but he still doesn't feel better. I'm worried... I'm worried..."
Xia Yong seemed to feel guilty and blurted out: "Sister, you didn't blame me, did you?"
Xia Qian asked, "Why do you blame me?"
Xia Yun was speechless for a moment and stammered: "It's my fault... for marrying you to him... I thought you were friends in times of need and had a good relationship..."
Xia Qian chuckled lightly and said faintly: "It's time for men to get married, and for women to get married. Mr. Sheep is a talented man, and his martial arts and strategy are all the best choices. He was also good to me on the deserted island back then. Marry me." I don’t have any complaints against him, so don’t worry about my second brother.” She knew very well that the Tianlong Gang was uprooted by the Han army. The life and death of her father and eldest brother were unknown. The second brother was forced to go north to avoid disaster. The property left by the Yang family was of great concern to them. It is very important to use women and in-laws to win over Yanghu. What's more, he is a Taoist, and ordinary means cannot restrain him. Only by holding his heart can he be able to survive for a long time. In fact, even if the second brother said it openly, she could understand it, but the more secretive he was, looking for various reasons to hide his true intentions, the more sad it made her feel.
"Sister...Second brother, I'm sorry for you..."
"My second brother is serious. I am willing to marry him."
"Is he... nice to you?" Since the girl got married, the brother and sister did not live together day and night like before and talked about everything. Xia Yun began to feel that the girl was a bit strange and wondered what she was thinking.
"He is very good to me. Don't worry, second brother. Go and have a rest!" Xia Qian hesitated and did not reveal her feelings to him. She did not expect Xia Yong to understand.
After Yang Hu returned to Tanzhou City, he relaxed in one breath. His injuries collapsed, and he lingered on the bed. He fell asleep for many days from time to time, and there was no one around to take care of him. Xia Yun thought a little and decided to marry the girl to him. Take care of day and night. Yang Hu was indispensable, Xing Xing was gentle to her, and never said a harsh word, but Xia Qian knew in her heart that even though they were close relatives, they were as alienated as husband and wife.
On the desert island, he said touching words of love, and she fell in love with her a little more every day, but when he appeared in front of her again, it was like a different person, everything changed. She vaguely felt that nothing in the world could cause the slightest ripple in his heart. If he had not been seriously injured, he would not have come back at all.
After all, she is just an ordinary woman, a worldly woman. She hopes that someone will care for her, cherish her, coax her, love her, and treat her as a treasure gifted by God. She hopes that Yanghu will have no reservations, wholeheartedly, and treat her as something we can share. In times of adversity, you can be a wife with whom you can talk, rather than an obedient plaything, like the white kombu astragalus. She knew that speaking out these demands would only make people feel unreasonable. She also knew that as a woman in this world, she could not ask for too much, but she was not willing to do so.
Xia Qian stubbornly believed that she and this man were equal in soul. Deep in her heart, she still had a little pride left. She did not want to lose herself like Bai Kou Huangqi, who used sex to treat others, and begged for men's charity and love. . I bought a new five-foot sword and hung it on the central pillar. I rubbed it three times a day. It was a drama to the fifteenth girl. She wanted to use the five-foot sword to kill the enemy and break the formation. She did not want to be the fifteenth girl whose time was fleeting! Immortals have different paths, she wants to inspire, she wants to cultivate!
Xia Qian clenched her fists and quickly returned to the room.
The doors and windows were closed, the air was turbid and stuffy, mixed with a hint of rotten odor. Wei Shiqi remained in a drowsy state, his chest heaving, breathing heavy, his eye sockets deeply sunken, and he was skinny and skinny. Xia Qian opened the window a crack, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him quietly for a long time. The little maid Banxia brought a basin of warm water, walked into the house quietly, twisted a towel and handed it to Xia Qian. Xia Qian wiped her face and asked a few trivial questions in a low voice. Banxia answered carefully, for fear of disobeying the lady's wishes and suffering in vain.
After all, she was a maid who was bought halfway, so she was not as friendly as the people around her. Xia Qian waved her hand to order her to leave, hesitated for a moment, then stopped her, and ordered her to go to the kitchen and ask for a pot of light wine and a few light dishes to go with the wine. Banxia agreed and hurried away, feeling a little confused. It was so late, did the lady want to drink to relieve her worries?
I don't know how long it took, but Wei Shiqi smelled the smell of alcohol, his eyes moved, and he slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Xia Qian standing in front of the window, bringing the wine cup to his lips, taking a sip, breathing a sigh of relief, relaxing his shoulders, and murmuring to himself: "If you want to become an immortal, how can you tell him Is that good?"
