"I don't look old, but I am regarded as a cash cow by Yao's mother in Qinglou. She always tried her best to convince me to pick me up. Although I have special abilities, I have long vowed to cut off all shackles and become an ordinary person. Hidden in my soul, the blood-stained me is the deepest bond. I am a woman, and I can only excuse my mother with all kinds of reluctant reasons.

Finally, on that day, I really couldn't resist Yao's mother, and agreed to deal with the general who returned triumphantly from the front line. Yao's mother said, that's just coping, the general is newly powerful, and he really doesn't dare to provoke, besides, he also ordered my brand, only I can deal with it.

I thought that Mother Yao was kind to me, and she gave me a place to live in this stormy and turbulent world, which should only be regarded as a repayment. When I saw the general, if he used force, at most, to deceive him with illusions, I would still be me.

When I saw him, he was dressed in a blue cloth shirt and stood on the edge of the carved railing, staring at the light of the world. The general, who has lost his uniform, looks so gentle and elegant. He heard me coming in and turned to look at me with a smile.

When I looked at him, I felt like I was back on the shore of the sparkling white water lake, and under the eaves of the Lan Ting, that person stood with blue eyebrows and long clothes, silently listening to my music. If he is that man, I will ask him why he left in a hurry that day. If not, ha, looking for the end of the world, where should we meet again?

I looked at him, and I stopped talking. At this moment, although he had thick eyebrows, his hair was no longer green, and his face was much haggard than that of the wise and majestic man.

He looked at me so strangely, and a smile appeared on his haggard face again, and he said, 'Girl, would you like to make another song in the next song?' Speaking of this, Aunt Ming couldn't help but have a shy and bitter smile on her face.

The stars in the sky, her eyes blinking, seemed to be waiting for the follow-up of the story, Aunt Ming restrained her smile, but the corners of her mouth were always slightly sweet. Aunt Ming paused for a while and continued to tell her story.

It was him, the moment he looked at me, those calm and restrained eyes finally made my long-dormant heart ripple again, and the emotions I had sealed for thousands of years were kneaded into a trickling stream in his eyes. At that time, I didn't dare to express my thoughts about him easily, I was afraid that he would think I was frivolous, just like the other women in the Beiyun Pavilion.

I bowed to him, resisted the urge to pour out my thoughts with him, and said lightly, 'The little woman is just a woman, and she has fallen into the dust, the general is so worried, and the general will not give up, and the little woman will prepare the string sound to cheer with the general.' ’

When he heard what I said, he laughed and looked wild and uninhibited. I wondered why he laughed so badly, but he said, 'The girl is so strange today, so she strokes the qin, so why bother with all this gossip.' He set up a table for me on the edge of the railing, then poured me a glass of jade wine, and stood by the platform until I was seated.

The starlight of that night was as brilliant as this night, and I bowed my head and stroked the piano, and he poured himself a drink. At the end of the song, he drank all the wine in the pot. I covered my mouth and snickered, but I didn't say anything. It wasn't until he turned his gaze to me that I said, 'The name of the song is beautiful, and the general is happy.' ’

He looked at me for a long time and was silent.

In the starlight, I looked into his eyes, attracted by his contemplative demeanor, and forgot the etiquette for a moment.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and said to me, 'Tang is a beautiful woman, fortunately the girl is magnanimous, and Tang will be on the shore of Baishui Lake another day, and invite the girl to play a song again. When he had finished speaking, he hurried away as he had done on that day. I was so lost that I couldn't help myself. ”

Aunt Ming's story was still very long, but she didn't say any more, because she felt the sound of the little dragon's even and long breathing in her arms, and she couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and she actually fell asleep listening to it. And Aunt Ming realized at this time that she had said so much unconsciously. Perhaps, her story is not so heart-wrenching, only a trace of sadness, accompanied by longing, and then back to hundreds of years ago, that lonely night after night.

She added a little wood to the campfire and hugged the dragon tightly. The little dragon fell asleep peacefully in her arms, arching her head from time to time, and her mouth emitted a vague dream language, mother.

Aunt Ming stroked the skin on Xiaolong's face repeatedly with pity, but what she thought in her heart was the poor child who died in the fire. A line of tears welled up in her eyes.

Behind her, there was a voice from Suosuo, she put away her tears, and whispered, "Little thing, are you the only one listening to my story now?" ”

Aunt Ming turned her head and stretched out her right hand to the bear in the dark, but only to hear a low whine. The sound faded away, and at last all that was left was the crackling of the campfire and the occasional sound of the wind.

The long dark night finally dispersed, replaced by warm daylight, and Aunt Ming gently shook the little dragon in her arms to wake up. The little dragon was sleepy-eyed, and his forehead was densely covered with a layer of sweat.

"It's time for us to go." Aunt Ming said softly.

"My shoulder hurts so much," Xiaolong struggled to hold up, "Aunt Ming, I'm sorry. ”

Aunt Ming shook her head, wiped the beads of sweat from Xiaolong's forehead with her sleeve, and said, "You wait here for me for a while," Aunt Ming handed Xiaolong a stone, which was covered with strange lines, "This is a small thing I made last night, if you take it, others won't be able to see you." ”

The little dragon looked at the stone in his hand, and the stone transmitted a slight heat in his hand.

After about an hour, Aunt Ming came back with two grouses, followed by a reindeer with huge antlers. The reindeer was very well-behaved and obedient, and knelt down beside the little dragon, as if telling him to sit down.

Aunt Ming patted the reindeer's back and said to Xiaolong, "You have difficulty moving during this time, so take it." ”

Xiaolong looked at the behemoth in front of him, and his heart was indescribably happy. Nodding his head, he climbed the reindeer's back with difficulty. The bear skin draped over his body covered the entire body of the reindeer, and the image looked strange and comical. Aunt Ming smiled shallowly.

Xiaolong said embarrassedly, "Aunt Ming, do you want to sit together?" ”

Aunt Ming didn't answer, and walked to the front.

This reindeer is like being raised by Aunt Ming, and it follows Aunt Ming closely.

The bear had been far behind the two of them, and it was afraid of the man who had killed its mother, but it smelled the mother of the little dragon

The taste has been following far away.

"Aunt Ming, I listened to the story last night in a daze, is it you the singer you are talking about?" Xiaolong's shoulders hurt so much that he had to find a topic to distract him.

"You just think it's me."

"So, what happened to you and the general?"

Aunt Ming stopped, turned to look at Xiaolong, and just watched. Her thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and she said, "You want to know? ”

"Ahh Xiaolong couldn't help but nod, but because the amplitude was too large, it pulled his pain again. He pressed his injured left shoulder tightly, holding back his screams.

Aunt Ming looked at Xiaolong's uncomfortable appearance, and she was unspeakably sad in her heart. "Is it starting to hurt again?"

Xiaolong raised his head, squeezed out a smile, and said, "It's okay, I'm okay." ”

Aunt Ming took a deep breath, slowed down, and said, "Then I'll continue." ”

"I have been separated from the general for many days in the Beiyun Pavilion. I thought about him day and day, and looked forward to him day and night. Every few days, I would go to the shore of Baishui Lake to see if the green clothes were waiting there.

Yao's mother will not stop me, because I am only a singer, and I have not sold myself to her. Besides, she pointed out that I would earn her more silver taels. Those aristocratic gentry would go to Beiyun Pavilion every night to find fun, and they did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to make me smile. What's even more ridiculous is that some people are willing to exchange priceless jade for my one-night pleasure, but as long as I don't allow it, no one dares to cross the thunder pool. ”

Speaking of this, Aunt Ming's eyes suddenly became fierce, and even Xiaolong, who was looking at her back, couldn't help but tremble. What kind of deterrent is this?

"Before the general left that night, he instructed Yaomu, and those so-called dignitaries did not dare to make a mistake. At the time, I didn't know he was so powerful.

Three months later, when I thought I would never be able to wait for him any longer, he sent a messenger to deliver the post. It was a very happy thing, but when I saw the words on the post, it was like falling into the cold abyss. Aunt Ming took a deep breath, as if recalling the scene at that time, and did not speak for a long time.

Xiaolong sat on the back of the reindeer, not daring to gasp for breath, because the aura emanating from Aunt Ming in front of him at this moment was so cold, more piercing than the raging wind in Siberia.

Aunt Ming just walked silently in front and didn't speak. The road they took led to a small river. The river was babbling. Xiaolong was very happy when he saw it, and he said, "Aunt Ming, look, it doesn't freeze the spring." ”

Aunt Ming nodded, walked to the river and bent down, scooped up a little water to drink, and then slowly exhaled a breath and smiled bitterly at Xiaolong, "I scared you just now." ”

The little dragon shook his head stiffly, untied the kettle from his backpack with one hand, and flipped it off the reindeer's back. This series of movements all touched his injured left arm, and he kept holding on, and did not let the painful whisper hidden in his throat pop out. He raised his head to look at Aunt Ming, showed a sunny smile, and walked towards her firmly step by step.

Aunt Ming straightened the crooked bear skin on Xiaolong's back, took the kettle, and filled it in the river, twisting the lid tightly and pressing the kettle against her belly

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"You know, little dragon, if I had known that it would be like this, I should have killed the princess that day, and then gone away with him, but I didn't. When I picked up that song under the Lan Ting, he immediately sang it, and that song is still imprinted in my heart to this day, as well as the scene of that day.

On that day, the weather was exceptionally bright, so I dressed up and went to Lanting alone. He and the princess sat precariously on the prince's chair, and I could not see that, so I closed my eyes and sat down quietly on the piano table five paces away from them. All I heard was him calling my name, Mingyi, Su Mingyi. I looked up suddenly, and saw him in the princess's ear, smiling and saying something. My whole body trembled, and I didn't know what to do.

I just stared straight at him, hoping that he would sense the pain in my heart at that moment. But he just raised his eyebrows, glanced at me, and then continued to say to the princess, "Your Royal Highness, she is the famous courtesan Su Mingyi. You always say you don't believe it, it took me a long time to get her out to help the princess. ’

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