Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 212 She saw the moon

Xiao Miaotong looked at the half-grown girl who was slowly approaching, and subconsciously took a step back.

Her tone was too hoarse, her words were too frightening, and Mu Xici at this moment was like a ghost who crawled out of the Nine Nether Hell and experienced the wind and sand in the border city, making her knees weak every inch, and her pupils Also trembling uncontrollably.

The little girl's voice seemed to carry some kind of strange magic power. When she listened to the words that came out of her mouth, she felt as if she was really in the freezing cold northern region, or the desert full of yellow sand.

At this moment, the desolation and desolation of the border town formed a huge contrast with the prosperity and splendor of central Beijing. That terrible contrast almost tore her apart.

The spring breeze with the aroma of peach blossoms instantly turned into a wind knife mixed with the smell of blood; the flowers everywhere turned into endless snowy frozen ground.

She instinctively had an ambiguous desire to escape, she wanted to escape from that bleak and terrifying reality.

She continued to back away bit by bit, until the embroidered shoes on her feet kicked the leg of the chair, and only then did she remember where she was.

The border... the battlefield... the wind and snow...

She suddenly remembered the song "Moon in the Mountains" that Mu Xici played at the snow appreciation party in the twelfth lunar month.

The song "Guan Shanyue" made her toss and turn for an unknown number of days, and is still unforgettable to this day. It almost became a knot in her heart.

Only she knew that what really made her entangled, painful and unforgettable was never Mu Xici's piano skills, which were far superior to hers.

She is a model of noble girls in the capital, and a noble lady cultivated by the Xiao family with all their efforts. Of course, she will not really hate or even hate the last person because of such ridiculous things as "skills".

Qin skills are acquired through practice, she lacks experience, and cannot play most of the soul of the piano, so she can only use skills to cover it up.

Mu Xici's piano skills are indeed better than hers, but not so strong that she can't catch up in her life.

This is nothing, as much as possible can only be said to be her talent on the piano, which is higher than hers.

It's just talent on the piano, she is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she has that self-confidence, that little girl is always weaker than her.

She was just the "No. [-]" in the circle of noble girls in Beijing and China for too long, so long that she almost lost her fighting spirit and was blindfolded by praise.

Therefore, apart from the brief gaffe that day, it didn't take long for her to regain her previous self-confidence and pride after returning to the Xiao Mansion.

She is still a model for the young ladies of the aristocratic families in Beijing, the most standard noble lady, but from now on, she will work harder and have a more sense of crisis.

——What really made her miss this point was the scene she saw that day.

She saw the moon on Guanshan.

Pale as frost, the lonely moon hangs on the top of Guanshan Mountain.

That round of frosty moon was bright and clear, and the cold wind rolled up the snow accumulated on the top of the mountain, sweeping away the dust all over the sky.

She was immersed in the piano music at that time, watching the moon in Guanshan silently, and felt that everything in this world was absurd for a moment.

There is absurdity everywhere, hypocrisy and filth everywhere.

—including herself.

She is obsessed with worldly desires, she cares about fame and fortune, she is also the most humble dust struggling in the quagmire.

It seems that in the whole world, only the frosty moon and wind and snow are the cleanest.

So that blinding vanity was torn out by Nayue, and the truth behind it caused her endless panic.

She lived for fifteen years, and this was the first time she faced these things directly, and it was the first time she looked directly at the shadow that had been hidden in her heart for an unknown number of days.

She couldn't help thinking about whether the various actions in the past were right or wrong, and she couldn't help thinking about it again and again.

——Are those really what she wants?
——Was those things imposed on her by her mother and Mrs. Xiao, or was it something she wanted from the bottom of her heart?
She couldn't figure it out, and couldn't tell the difference. She vaguely felt that fame, fortune, and marriage were not what she was looking for, but her status as the prostitute of the Xiao family brought her back to reality again and again.

Another reality, a reality completely different from that of Guan Shanyue.

At a certain moment, she suddenly realized that maybe what she longed for was never a model of a noble girl——

She wants to be free.

Freedom like the wind and snow.

Why did she hate sister Mu Xiyin along with Mu Shiyan?

After all, she envied them.

Mu Guogong would never ask his daughters to be a model of noble girls, and would never let them waste their time on dirty and lengthy things in the inner house.

The children of the Mu family are galloping horses on the prairie and eagles soaring in the sky. They are different from her.

Perhaps the world will still give them shackles, but their souls are absolutely free.

She and Yan'er, under the guidance of their mother, have already sealed their souls in their bodies.

It was a lifelong blockade—

If given a choice, she would rather put on armor and fight like the children of the Mu family, roaming the battlefield.

For a country, for a city, even if it's just for your relatives and friends, throwing your head and blood, it's better than wasting your life in this square inch mansion.

At least there is faith, at least there is a home, and at least there is no confusion.

In an instant, Xiao Miaotong's mind went back and forth a thousand times, she had no way to retreat, and Mu Xici, who walked up to her step by step, still asked that question like a dream: "Miss Xiao, you said that I will write these Into the poem, okay?"

"Come and talk about such poems, okay?"

Xiao Miaotong moved her lips, for a few breaths she wanted to blurt out "yes".

She avoided the reality of the border town, which was completely different from the capital city, but couldn't stop wanting to learn more about it.

She wants to know how the soldiers guard the border, and whether there will be a little greenness in the desert after spring. She wants to see those rough scenes that she has never seen before, and she wants to experience a little "freedom" from them.

But the gazes she looked around made her swallow that word—this is the Xiao Mansion, the Peach Blossom Poetry Club, and the attendees are all young masters and young ladies of the aristocratic family.

They are all delicate flowers grown under the care of thousands of people in the capital city. How can anyone be able to hold this handful of frost and snow that smells like wind and sand in the border town?

If Mu Xici was really allowed to write this poem, what would be lost would be more than just her face?

Xiao Miao smiled bitterly in her childlike heart, she lost this round completely.

"Miss Mu San." Xiao Miaotong pressed her skirt, sorted out her thoughts, and softened her tone, "It would be great if what you said could be written into a poem."

"But today is the Peach Blossom Poetry Club. For the first poem, I also wrote more about peach blossoms in spring. I think there are no peach blossoms in the northern border and the desert, and all the sisters present have seen the scenery of border towns."

"This is somewhat..."

"However, this is your first time participating in a poetry meeting. If you are not prepared, it is natural that you don't want to write." Xiao Miaotong lowered her posture, "I will definitely not blame Miss Yu for not writing."

The response is very fast.

Mu Xici raised her eyebrows, maybe it was her illusion, that Xiao Miaotong seemed to want to say "yes" for a moment just now.

This surprised her a little.

"Since that's the case, it's better for me not to write." The little girl frowned, retreated to her original position, and took advantage of the opportunity to pass a step to everyone present, "I didn't mean to make things difficult, but I just returned to Beijing soon, and I really didn't have any preparations. .”

"My sisters, please forgive me." Mu Xici cupped her hands.

　Xiao Miaotong is generally... still a normal person
　　She's smart, smart people are always a bit rough

　　I suddenly knew her ending in this life, she said it herself
　　that was a pretty good choice for her
　　I hated her before
　　It's not so annoying after finishing writing today

　　She is the product of family tragedy, and family tragedy comes from grandparents, and grandparents come from grandparents of grandparents...

　　In short, it was the fault of the person who was the first to touch the feng shui left by his ancestors. The consequences of his greed will be borne by future generations.

　　There is also the parents of the old lady, they are also very big

　　Sure enough, this kind of girl who is saved and willing to save herself is cuter
　　It's not the same breed as Mu Shiyan

　　Dogs and men?
　　Dogs and men are hopeless, how many chances have you given them?

　　Pooh!Slag
　　
　
(End of this chapter)