I was silent, as if I knew something. Changji continued, and I listened intently.

After the matter of Muyu's Tibetan poem was revealed, it set off a heated discussion among the people, and they speculated about what this poem meant. Some people lament the emotional injury, but some people use this to denounce Yuanmu for corrupting Buddha. But people still don't understand the deep meaning, until a grandmother who served Princess Minghua heard about it, and said sadly: "The name of our Princess Minghua is called Red Bean ......."

As soon as these words came out, the youthful past of Minghua and Yuanmu surfaced, but the truth remains to be verified, after all, the ancients are far away. What the meaning of the short sentence inscribed by the monk Yuanmu back then, future generations do not know. Now that it is said, it is just a veil of mystery for this ancient city and this broken bridge.

After telling a story, I suddenly felt sorry, tears wet my eyes, afraid of being seen by passers-by and immediately held back tears, I looked at this action very long, he knew that I was sad for the predecessors, so I did not persuade.

He just asked me softly, "Do you think this story is beautiful?"

I looked up at Changji, with mixed feelings in my heart, and shook my head.

"I don't think it's beautiful, I just think it's a pity."

"Is this story true or false?"

Changji smiled and returned: "Half-truths."

"How?" I was puzzled to ask.

"After all, this is just a story, and we have no way of verifying whether it is true or false. If you believe it, the story is true, and if you don't, it's false. ”

I am gloomy, indeed. The ancients are far away, how many years this story has been circulated after how many years of addition and revision, when it comes to our ears, how many true or false are naturally not accurate, and furthermore, whether this story is true or not can not be confirmed, the reason why it has been passed down to this day is only because there are indeed Princess Minghua and Yuanmu Monk and others left in the annals of history.

But I still feel sorry and can't help but sigh: "This story is not good at all, it is too sad."

Changji smiled and said, "This story may not be true, you don't have to be so sad."

"What if this story is true. If it's true, you say, does Yuanmu love his Buddha a little more, or does he love Princess Minghua a little more. ”

Changji was stopped by me, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The Buddha loves all living beings like one person, and he loves one person like all living beings, and he loves both."

My ears tingled when I heard it, and I didn't know what he was trying to say, so I said, "What you said means you didn't say it."

Changji snapped my fingers on my head, hooked his lips, and smiled brightly: "Then you should tell me why."

I was very unconvinced, and raised my chin disdainfully and said, "I'm a person who understands, I can't see anything."

I moistened my throat and pretended to be profound: "All this will be destined." It is cause and effect, it is a definite number. Princess Minghua is the emperor, destined to live a life involuntarily and involuntarily. Yuanmu is a person in Buddhism and a monk admired by thousands of people, so he is destined to abandon love all his life. But because of this, even if they have each other in their hearts, they can't show it at all, so that they end up regretting it for life. ”

I couldn't have imagined that I could say such philosophical words at such a young age, and summarize them so perfectly and so convincingly, which is really commendable. I touched my chin and was secretly relieved.

But Changji was unmoved, just staring at me in a daze, as if he was not very happy. My confidence weakened slightly, and in a moment I firmly said: "Some things are destined to be obtained, and they will definitely be obtained." If you are destined to miss it, you will definitely miss it, and this is true of people, and so it is with things. Yuanmu and Princess Minghua are destined to be inseparable, no matter how reluctant they are, it is impossible to combine, am I not right. ”

As I spoke, I remembered a poem that Hao Fuzi had recently taught. Because it's too long, I memorized it for a long time before I remembered a sentence: If there is no hatred in the eyes of the sect, I don't believe that there is a white head in the world. I didn't feel much when I first learned it, but now that I read it in my mouth, it's really bleak.

Changji looked down at me and said solemnly, "But fortunately, I'm not Yuanmu." I am destined to grasp everything and I will never miss it, whether it is a person or a thing. ”

I was stunned, I didn't know why he was so serious.

But he's right, he does have the ability to grab everything he wants. He is the grandson of Nanzhan with a noble status, a hot and sought-after noble son in the country, with both talent and appearance, elegance and elegance. Such people have always been looked up to. In the future, his marriage will naturally be the top priority of the Nanzhan royal family, and his so-called destinedness has already been arranged.

I chimed in: "The person who is destined to grow up must be a gentle and lovely woman who is one in a million. Moreover, he is knowledgeable and reasonable, and has both ability and political integrity, which is a rare good match. ”

I brought out all the good words I could think of now, and I thought he should be satisfied, but he still looked like he was not salty or light, and sneered: "That's not necessarily, she doesn't have any of these advantages." But it doesn't matter, if I want to, even if the person is full of defects, I will think that it is her, and if I don't want to, even the perfect person in the world will not be able to enter my eyes. ”

As he turned and walked out like the wind, I stood still and reflected on what he had said.

I was so far away from him that I could only hear his impatient shouts urging me to hurry up.

When I looked up at him, he was looking at me too. When I looked at each other, I suddenly became sad. I don't know if it's because I'm sad to hear what he said, or because I'm sad because he said those things. But if I'm sad because of what he said later, why should I be upset?

I walked behind him, pondering what he had said, and finally stopped at the sentence, "She doesn't have any of these advantages." ”。 It seems that because of this sentence, I began to feel sad.

Who is she in Changji's mouth?

No matter who it is, she is really a blessed person, even if she has no merits, she can still be looked at by Chang Ji. Unlike me, I was always disliked by him. I patted my head vigorously, trying to be sober, but for some reason, I suddenly lost my energy, wilted, and only felt my chest tightened.

I think I'm stunned, and I don't like him, why do I care so much about who he likes.

I shook my head, quickly changed into a heartless smile, and followed suit.

A bright moon shines in the sky, and the moonlight sparkles on the surface of the lake. The boat in the distance was brightly lit, and the hearty laughter of men and the graceful singing of women could be heard in the wind. The street market is noisy. The flow of people is surging, shuttling through the long street in an endless stream.

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The most famous green building in the East City is called the Drunken Life Palace, and when you hear this name, you know that it is a place that intrigues people's souls. Tonight, there is a cruise ship of the Drunken Life Hall to hold a singing and dancing performance on Jing Lake, and as far as the eye can see, many flower boats are the most luxurious and elegant in his family, and the girls here are also the best quality! Many of them are four or five years old to let the bustard buy into the building and carefully cultivate, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the price is extremely high! Not ordinary people can touch it.

The Oiran Tingsheng of the Drunken Life Hall is a cold and arrogant woman, with a good-looking skin and excellent dancing skills, and her genuine talent is superb, which makes countless men think crazy about her.

When I arrived at the edge of Jing Lake, the lights on both sides of the strait had been burned, Ye Ye candlelight sowed a pool, and the air was filled with the smell of roses, which was not like words. The night is just right, the pleasure boats have been lit up, and the wind and dust guests who come from all over the world are sitting around, looking forward to it.

The flower boat is huge, and it is close to the lake.

When I was in Beiqiu, my adoptive father threw me and Tuoba Zhao at the Xiwen Academy, where we studied with the children of the clan, just like the Shangshuyuan in Nanzhan now. At that time, the master who was teaching was an authentic Jiangnan person, who spoke Wu Nong's soft language, and would sing a few small songs when recalling the smoke and rain in Jiangnan, which was very soft and pleasant. He often mentions his distant hometown, and often thinks that Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old and familiar. Between the words, the most remembered is the restaurant girl who sells wine in the south of the Yangtze River, who is fifteen years old with a clever smile and bright eyes. also occasionally committed infatuation, mentioning the happy years with Qinglou's confidant Qin Se and Ming, which attracted a group of teenagers to be fascinated by the land south of the Yangtze River. If the class accidentally mentions the master's hometown, the class will basically be invalidated.

But whenever he recounts his love history affectionately, it often makes students laugh and tremble. Ah Zhao was influenced by him, and thought about the paradise of Jiangnan in the distance, and told me more than once that he must go to Jiangnan in the future. I once asked him if he wanted to see the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan and taste the food of Jiangnan. But he gave me a blank look, didn't say anything, and had a strange expression on his face.

At that time, Ah Zhao and I had never been far away, and we didn't know anything about the outside world, and I didn't know what kind of person the woman in the dust depicted by Mr. was that enchanting to that extent, stunning to a geometric extent. I was curious, so I asked Ah Zhao, but he was embarrassed, but he still didn't answer me, and probably found this question very tricky.

Ah Zhao has always been smart, and everything is a little bit clear, but he can't answer this matter, and he probably can't describe it to me, so I have to regret it.

I wanted to ask him, but I hesitated and didn't take action. I can't find the best time to ask, and whenever I want to speak, I can always be interrupted.

Later, I don't know who told the informant, and reported that Mr. misbehaved, made gaffes, and taught the young man badly. Mr. Jiao Xi's face was blinded, and after hearing the reason for the guilt, he complained bitterly, and regretted showing us his glorious history. But fortunately, in the end, he only ended up with a verbal warning by the college steward, and he was just punished slightly.

After this incident, my husband never mentioned anything about Jiangnan, and I have never been able to understand what the meaning of "Wind and Dust Woman" is. Over time, I forgot about it.

Tingsheng is the one I came to Nanzhan here, and I know that the most famous dancing girl is the wind and dust in their mouths, although I have never met her, I have heard a little about her beauty. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the woman in my husband's mouth, who was delicate and delicate, and I pitied her for dancing and beautiful, and then instinctively imagined her as listening to Sheng.