As soon as he asked these words, Jinghu knew that he shouldn't have asked. Meng Heting and his grandmother came to Yanliang, even if their parents are still alive, I am afraid that they have already lost contact, and they may not meet again for the rest of their lives.

Meng Heting didn't speak, and Jing Hu was thinking about what to say to make up for it, when he suddenly opened his mouth.

"I've forgotten." He spoke calmly, as if Jinghu had asked him some ordinary questions on a normal day. But Jinghu was still very keen, capturing some emotions that were colder than when she usually spoke.

Forgot? Also, maybe when he came to Yanliang, he was still very young. Far away from his homeland, relying on his grandmother, where can he still remember what happened on the grassland in the past.

Maybe I can't even remember what my parents looked like. There are really a lot of poor people in this world.

"If the little county lord has nothing to do and has already finished class, let's go back to the inner courtyard early."

He gave her an eviction order, but Jinghu didn't want to leave for some reason today. She is a talkative person, but some words are really boring to tell the maids around her.

Jinghu looked up at him, "What are Mr. Meng's plans in the future?" It is to live in Yanliang all the time, marry a wife and have children. Or will one day, go all the way northwest and return to that grassland? ”

The fallen leaves return to the roots, and the roots of Meng Heting are in Yanliang, where he has lived for so many years, or is it the place where he was born, where there are his clansmen?

Meng Heting didn't answer, he stood up and began to clean up the books on the table.

She didn't know if she had committed any taboo against him again, and she gradually became a little angry when she was ignored like this. "Mr. Meng, please stay, why don't you answer the students' questions?"

He put his book neatly away, held it in his hand, and glanced at Jinghu indifferently, "If the little county lord has any questions about learning the Ele language, please ask again in class tomorrow." If it's something else, I don't have to answer. ”

After saying that, he went out the door.

Talking to someone like Meng Heting is like punching cotton. As if nothing could move his emotions.

She found her question a little offensive, and he answered, not looking angry. She asked a very common question, and he seemed to be angry, and he didn't save her face at all, and actually left by himself.

I don't know what I'm angry about, it's the female official in the palace who teaches the princess, and I don't dare to be so arrogant in front of her. That is, this Eile person, there are no rules at all.

Forget it, what rules does she talk about, and she is also the most unruly person. Jinghu also stood up, packed up his things, and prepared to go back to Fang Shixuan.

Although she spent most of the time reviewing today, she did find some deficiencies in herself. Meng Heting has assigned a lot of homework today, and she doesn't want to sleep well tonight.

In the future, it would be better to offend him less, sometimes I think he has assigned too much homework, but her competitiveness is heavy, and she has to complete them, and she feels that her whole person is a lot haggard.

I just hope to finish learning as soon as possible and send this plague god away as soon as possible. She came out for a morning of class, and she didn't know what was going on in the Hejing Hall.

Now when she thinks of He Jingtang, she always thinks of that woman. This may be the reason why she did not want to leave the training fast and go back to the inner courtyard today.

Jinghu smiled self-deprecatingly and shook her head, she was not welcome in the training fast, so she should go back early.

Meng Heting slowly walked towards the courtyard where he lived. His life has always been peaceful, and so is his state of mind. After so many years in Yanliang, he has become very accustomed to the condescending appearance of these high-ranking Yanliang people.

She should have just asked casually, and there was not much malice. But for a man who has been pointed at his nose since he was a child and told to roll back to the grassland, even if this is the case, he will feel offended.

It's that he's too sensitive, but he can't help but be sensitive.

When Zhaoyong was fourteen years old, he had just come to Yanliang not long ago. That year, the envoy of Eile entered Beijing, and his grandmother took him to Suzaku Street.

Grandmother just wanted to see the people in her hometown, looking at their familiar clothes, and gradually shed tears. He couldn't forget how the Yanliang people around him cursed the people of Ele when he stood in the crowd.

Their hatred of the Eile people was not wrong, the two countries had been at war for so many years, and if the envoys of Yanliang had swaggered into the royal court of the Eile people in such a swagger, they would have incurred no less curses from the people of Eile than he had heard on Suzaku Street that day.

The war has pitted the people of the two countries against each other. National hatred and family hatred can never be disintegrated.

In his limited memory, the expression of emotions by the people of Eile is much more direct than that of the Yanliang people.

He has a good uncle, who can only be brave, I don't know if he saw the envoys of Yanliang at that time when the eldest princess Zhenhui of Yanliang and his relatives entered the Eile, and did he do anything that should not be done.

The grassland was a distant place for him, and he tried to remember it, but his memory was only a vague piece of green.

Many times he dreamed that the wind and grass were blowing and the cattle and sheep were low, and his mother was on a horse and put him in front of him, and he looked back, and his mother's face was also blurred.

When I woke up, I looked at the only small portrait of my mother, desperately trying to remember her appearance, but when I dreamed again, my mother's appearance was still vague.

He survived the disaster, but his mother did not. All that's left is a small portrait that is always smiling.

He lived in Yanliang for much longer than he spent on the grassland. If he didn't always have to face some strange and ill-intentioned eyes from the real Yanliang people, he would often forget that he actually shed half of the blood of the Yanliang people.

Will he go back one day? He has also asked himself this question countless times, and sometimes yes, he doesn't want to live forever under the unkind eyes of others, affecting everyone who intersects with him.

Sometimes it's not, the wolves on the steppe are still in packs, and he is only one person. There was no home for him in the steppe, where he could only wander.

The grassland that his grandmother had been thinking about before she died was really of no value to him. He hadn't made up his mind yet, so he didn't have to think about it.

He sat down at the desk in the room and took out the little portrait of his mother from the book beside him. The woman on the statue, dressed as a Yanliang woman, stroked a begonia flower on her temples with one hand, and smiled lightly.

She was about the same age as she is now, and I don't know what she was thinking.

He was born more than his mother.