Qingchuan History

Chapter 342 Advising You to Cherish Your Youth ([-])

Jiji is not in the house.

Going for a walk after dinner has been her habit for many years.Ruan Xueyin and Jing Tingge were familiar with the route, and it took them half an hour to catch up, explaining the meaning in a few words.

The sky is getting dark, and the shadow of the spring forest hits the quiet mountain road ahead of the moonlight.

"The king has his own destiny." Jiji replied, "Heaven and earth, master and teacher. You can decide on this matter."

Not bothered.The two girls understood carefully.This sentence is more like a plain ridicule.On the contrary, the sentence that the monarch has his own destiny sounds particularly deep.

It is the life of the order.

Or destiny.

The mixed weather adds to the meaning.

"After all, if you want to live here, the house belongs to the teacher. According to the principle of host and guest, you still need to ask the teacher for permission." Jing Tingge said.

Jiji smiled.

again.

"I haven't seen you in almost six years, and I haven't even exchanged letters. Ting Ge, you are really omnipotent now by making excuses. Remember, you have to understand everything, and you have to stop at the point. This item, Xiaoxue Do better."

It's hard to tell whether it's good or bad.Ruan Xueyin thought, but did not respond.The so-called stop at the point, sometimes just talk less.When in doubt, keep quiet and stop.

"As for the earlier questions, I will give you answers before I go down the mountain."

would give an answer.

Both girls were startled.

The so-called question and answer for many years is just that they ask, and the teacher likes to answer.When they came back this time, they were ready to ask questions without answering, and they had the right to treat this trip as a unilateral advance.

That's why they took turns beating in the afternoon and the teacher was silent in the end. They were very used to it, thinking that it was the same as any question and answer in the past.

There will be an answer.

It was already dark, and there was nothing to say along the way, and the two walked back to the house under the moonlight.It took a lot of effort to rummage through boxes and cabinets and finally took out two thick quilts. Ruan Xueyin weighed the one in her hand and said:
"It's too thick, it can't be covered this season."

"That can't be helped." Jing Tingge looked indifferent, "There have never been guests, and the quilts are all our own." These two are her two winter quilts, "We can't let them cover our thin quilts, we Cover these two thick quilts?"

Saying this, he turned around and glanced at the thin quilt on his bed, "I can't do it. I'll die of heat."

"They are men, and they are more afraid of heat than us." Ruan Xueyin said, put the thick quilt in her hand back on her bed, and then hugged the thin quilt next to her, seeing Jing Tingge's upright face remained motionless, "Are you sure you won't change it?"

"Of course I won't change it. It would be nice to let him cover my quilt." Jing Tingge was full of anger, and then showed his disgust, "Look at your talent, Gu Xinglang is a big man, it's hot when it's hot, at worst, don't cover it. Sleeping naked. I want you to be so considerate. You go with a thin quilt like this, and I gave Murong Xun a thick quilt, it seems that I am selfish and don't think about him."

Ruan Xueyin was quite surprised, "You still care what other people think?"

Jing Tingge was taken aback, "That's true. Let's go."

The two visitors were doing nothing in that very airy big room.

Or let it go.

I should say enjoy myself.

The desks and cabinets in the room are all made of bamboo, which exudes fragrance in the mountain wind on a spring night.Gu Xinglang walked back and forth in front of the bookshelves, taking down books one by one and putting them back again; Murong Xun was wandering here and there looking at the furnishings in the house, from the beams to the inkstones, carefully inspecting them over and over again.

When the two girls were standing at the door with their quilts in their arms, he turned around and happened to see the picture, which was eye-catching and extremely cute.

When they came in, Ma Liu pushed the three low book tables to the two sides, and gathered the soft cushions on the sides of the low tables to roughly arrange them in a row——

Is the bed made?

"In fact, no one has been here. There are no extra quilts and pillows." Ruan Xueyin said, putting down the things, "I can only wrong the two kings and generals for one night."

Jing Tingge also put down the thick quilt, patted each other's hands, and stood up, "It's good to sleep some. It's not wrong to be wronged." He muttered: "I didn't think it was just cotton, but it was so heavy."

Murong Xun glanced at the top of the outfit, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is my pair so thick?" This pair was played by Jing Tingge, so naturally it was given to him by default.

"Dissatisfied?" Jing Tingge also raised his eyebrows, "Then don't cover it up." Saying this, he knelt down and took the quilt as if to take it away.

"Don't, don't." Murong Xun hurriedly stopped him, and then took another look at Gu Xinglang's situation, "Why does he have a pillow?"

Gu Xinglang had already come over from the bookshelf, took a look at the situation on the ground, he understood somewhat, and contentedly pinched Ruan Xueyin's face: "Then don't you have no pillow tonight, and you need to cover yourself with a thick quilt?"

In front of people, Ruan Xueyin hurriedly avoided, "April is not hot. I was also afraid of the cold."

When the night came and the mountains were silent, Jing Tingge was busy pulling Ruan Xueyin back to the house for a chat, and the two left quickly.

It was rare and quiet, the two of them in the big house finished washing, and they also turned off the lights early and lay down.

"It's so quiet." Gu Xinglang said, the pillows and quilts were filled with the fragrance of orange blossoms, light and distant, like spring and summer that never fade away.

"The quiet night in the palace often makes people flustered. I feel much better in the mountains." Murong Xun responded, and the bed was filled with the fragrance of gardenia.It was Jing Tingge's smell, he knew it well, except for the time when he went to Xiaduwan Jingshuiwu, he had never been so close before.

"You'll be flustered too." Gu Xinglang answered, with a smile on his face.

"Everyone is flustered." Murong Xun replied casually, "You have it too. Just don't say it. You can't say it."

Gu Xinglang didn't respond.

"At first I was not used to it." But I heard Murong Xun continue, "It is reasonable to say that you and I are born, so I would not have thought about this day. Even if my father preferred Murong Bing at the beginning, the whole Wei Kingdom knew that he was interested in Murong Bing, I still think sometimes, will it? One day, it will be my turn."

Gu Xinglang still shouldn't.

"Don't tell me you never have."

The moonlight falls from the window lattice, floating light falls in the darkness, and the night wind is full of the fragrance of bamboo branches.

"No." Gu Xinglang said, "My third elder brother is the eldest son, and he was crowned prince at the age of 13. In Gu's generation, he is the most worthy king."

Night Breeze should have stopped for a moment.As a result, the fragrance of bamboo branches is also much thinner.

"I didn't expect that." Murong Xun answered, "Gu Xinglang is six years old and has a wise name, and is recognized as the prince with the strongest brain power in Qingchuan. I always thought that you are like me, and you are somewhat unwilling."

Another half moment of stagnation.Mountain birds are singing, far away and empty, and it is particularly bright when mixed with the rustling of leaves.

"Why do you want to be king?"

Murong Xun thought for a while, "A man's ambition is the heart of success or failure?" He shook his head again, "The reason for this is actually complicated. You were also born in the royal family, and you should be as clear as I am about certain situations and mentality."

"It's clear. Just because I'm clear, I don't want to jump into the vortex in a daze and get involved in the fight. Fight with my family. Brother Murong," he crossed his hands behind his head, laying on his pillow, suddenly wanting to look at the stars,

"The way of the king is that the people are the first. The people are harmonious and the world is safe. Whoever can keep the world stable and the people's livelihood prosperous should be the king. I think that it is enough for such a person to sit on the throne. It doesn't have to be me. .It doesn’t have to be you.”

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