Chapter 919 What are you busy with?

As night fell and the light dimmed, a faint glow remained in the sky below.

If you don't know the time, it looks a lot like the faint light of dawn.

Song Chunxue slowed down and stood on the sword. Li Dazui placed a donkey saddle on the sword and sat very carefully, like a young woman about to get married.

He kept saying, "Even if such a small sword could grow bigger, it would only be as wide as a large cleaver. How could it carry two people?"

"Cultivators are really amazing. I can lift your big, thick arms. You can lift up Nan Lihua and swing her around a couple of times, can't you?"

"Sigh, look at this place, it's so desolate, it looks so dry. The famous Baihuchuan is just so-so, it's far inferior to the vast river in Yuzhong that stretches as far as the eye can see."

“They’re right. Once you’ve been out and about and seen the sights, you’ve become so independent that you look down on this place. If you can make a living, you don’t want to come back.”

Who can argue with that? But many people still lack both the resources and the courage to leave this place.

With only a few coins in their pockets and little food in their carts, they could go out to find a better place without worrying about delaying farming. Going out was practically like becoming a beggar.

Although this place is poor, at least we have a home.

If they go out there, those lands will be divided up immediately.

Jiang Hongying brought her child to find Song Chunxue early in the morning.

"Mom, you went to see the eldest son, why didn't you tell me in person? I wanted to go too."

She looked at Li Dazui and asked, "Did you two go together?"

"Doesn't Mother worry that Lord Xie will feel uncomfortable going out with other men?"

Song Chunxue looked at Li Dazui, who was playing with and feeding the dog in the yard, and said, "What's there to worry about?"

What's so uncomfortable about someone who's afraid of being cut in the groin while flying on a sword?

Even if Lord Xie is afraid, he won't be as cowardly as Li Dazui.

Jiang Hongying looked at Li Dazui and the two dogs, who seemed to be chatting happily, and thought to herself, "That makes sense."

Who is Lord Xie?

"Aren't you afraid that Lord Xie will be seduced and run away when you come back alone?"

"What's there to be afraid of? He's probably spinning like a top right now, too busy to even drink water, let alone think about useless things." Song Chunxue looked at the envelopes on the table and thought to herself that she should write a couple more.

The mother and son sat together and talked a lot, especially about the eldest son and Xu Jiao in great detail.

It wasn't a big deal, but we kept talking about it, as if there were some things we hadn't noticed before, and we hadn't properly scolded the boss.

"It's good that they've been sent away. Otherwise, every extra day they stay will bring more trouble. Mother's actions were decisive and swift." Jiang Hongying looked at the bundle on the bed. "Mother, are you going to Jincheng today?"

To avoid worrying the children, Song Chunxue smiled and said, "You all go about your business tomorrow morning, no need to come see me off, I'm leaving very early."

Jiang Hongying soon ran to her own yard and brought over the good things she had saved for Song Chunxue.

Three pounds of walnuts, two pounds of pitted almonds, and two pairs of thick, quilted underpants. They're so warm that they'll keep your legs from getting cold when you wear them.

To her surprise, Hongying somehow came up with the idea of ​​making her a blue Taoist robe with flowers embroidered on it.

"I don't know if you have any particular tastes, but I just felt that many Taoist robes looked too plain. I embroidered some plum blossoms on them for you when I had nothing else to do. If it doesn't look right, just wear it as a middle garment so that others won't laugh at you."

Seeing that Hongying's embroidery skills were much better than before, Song Chunxue praised her generously, "When did you embroider this? Your skills are quite good. I can wear it however I want, and no one will laugh at me."

Jiang Hongying was overjoyed; she had finally been praised by her mother.

Afterwards, Jiang Hongying took her mother to check each room, to see what grains had been added to the granary, how much wheat and buckwheat had been produced this year, how much grain tax had been paid, how much cabbage and radish were available, and what things Song Chunxue would need to eat and use when she returned. She did everything in great detail, like a child showing off a treasure.

Fortunately, Song Chunxue has now learned to be a mother who doesn't spoil the fun.

He praised her repeatedly and nodded in agreement, and even went to visit Hongying.

When He Chuan returned, the whole family had a lively meal together.

On the way back, Song Chunxue didn't let Hongying see her off. She just walked aimlessly along the dark streets.

I had a few drinks, and the wind made me a little tipsy.

Her mind was preoccupied with her children's affairs, but when she suddenly had some free time, she missed Lord Xie, who was thousands of miles away.

The letter has already been sent out, but it's unclear when it will reach him.

She flew on her sword to the Taoist temple on the mountain, sat on the bare steps exposed to the cold wind, and took another sip of wine.

The early spring nights were still quite chilly, and her ears were frozen stiff.

She wasn't without thoughts of others, but this was the first time she felt this way. This feeling of longing was so addictive that she wanted to savor and prolong it again and again.

Could this be what scholars call unrequited love?

As she listened to the wind chimes under the eaves making an ancient, deep sound, she was filled with mixed emotions.

She really wanted to talk to Xie Zheng, but she didn't know if he would know how to use the telepathic communication technique she had taught him.

She took out her tattered booklet from her storage ring and reviewed the usage of the Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission Scroll once again.

She closed the booklet once she could recite it perfectly from memory.

She tried several times before she was able to recite the incantation and mental energy into it without making a mistake, and then she officially transmitted her voice.

"Lord Xie, what are you busy with?"

On the desolate mountainside, her voice sounded so small and pale in the still of the night.

After a long time, only the whistling cold wind responded to her.

...

"Thank you, sir, for sparing my life!"

"Lord Xie, I really had no choice. Please spare me. I did this for the sake of my family and my job. You know, whatever the high-ranking officials say goes. If I don't obey, my whole family will starve, Lord Zhao."

In the empty forest, corpses lay scattered on the ground, and three or five people stood to one side, looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground.

Xie Zheng held his sword to the neck of the bulging official on the ground. Even though the official was only wearing a single layer of clothing, he was struggling to bend over. His thick neck was so bulging that the firm flesh could not be pinched.

An officer tried to grab his neck, but after several attempts, he gave up and simply put an iron chain around his neck.

"Thank you, Your Excellency! You are so magnanimous! I can atone for my crimes! My sins do not warrant death, Your Excellency!" The man kneeling on the ground cried and wailed, snot and saliva dripping onto the snow. The man beside him was extremely wicked.

Lord Xie was furious and chased after them all the way, his anger growing stronger with each step.

"What a convenient excuse! So you eliminated your own trusted confidants' entire families and slaughtered the families of the merchants you kept in the dark, and that was also a 'last resort'?"

"Pfft!"

"You vicious and wicked person, how dare you beg for mercy..."

"Lord Xie, what are you busy with?"

Suddenly, a gentle and warm voice reached his ears, instantly bringing Xie Zheng, who was filled with murderous intent, back to his senses.

P.S.: Sisters, Happy Lantern Festival! The full moon shines this year, the moon and lanterns remain the same. I don't think of last year's lovers, for the beautiful woman laughs amidst the flowers. (This is a slightly altered version, please excuse the poor quality. I guess most of my readers are older women; the younger ones all complain of breast pain and have given up on it long ago, haha.)

Wishing everyone a happy and fulfilling year, with each day better than the last.