Chapter 802 Why Not Move Away
A belated expression is more despicable than grass, not to mention he was far too late.
For Song Chunxue, this presupposed deep affection arrived more than sixty years late, longer than most people's entire lives.
Besides, Master Han was just testing her.
She smiled faintly, "Stop testing me. There's a saying, 'It's impossible to catch up.' You're all well-read, why don't you say it for me?"
"Yesterday cannot be retained, and today is fleeting." Master Han nodded. "With your words, Lord Xie will surely be pleased."
Song Chunxue didn't want to talk about this, so she wanted to make things clear.
“He is a monk, and the precepts are strictly observed. It’s fine if you try to test me, but it’s best not to ask him these questions. Once you enter the Buddhist path, it’s like entering a deep sea. He has no choice in the matter, and I don’t blame him. But if he tries to corrupt my faith, I will not be merciful.”
“The child’s father died long ago,” Song Chunxue stood up, cupped her hands and said, “You two talk, I’ll go comfort my disciple.”
Before the two Taoist priests could respond, she had already left the room.
Lord Zhao picked up a chess basket from the side, took out a white chess piece, and sighed almost imperceptibly, "Junior brother should blame him; they shouldn't have met."
Lord Han picked up a black piece and gently placed it on the chessboard. "Since we're here, let's make the best of it. They can handle it. Lord Zhao, who is observing the whole situation from the sidelines, why are you suddenly so troubled? Is it because you care that you become confused?"
"My junior brother is blaming me. In her eyes, I'm already an unreasonable and lousy man."
"That's the truth, why be sad?"
Lord Zhao, curious, leaned forward and lowered his voice with interest, saying, "You cried so hard in the illusion that day, did you see something you loved? Why don't you tell me about your past?"
Master Han raised his eyes, glanced at him casually, and then placed another black piece.
"I can't quite remember the events of the past. Lord Zhao, why don't you tell me about the various beauties you've kept in your household over the years? I'd like to visit your residence and see them for myself sometime. I'm even more curious about your criteria for choosing beauties; perhaps I could learn a thing or two from you?"
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Song Chunxue knocked on Changfeng's door and found that Wuji was already comforting him.
"Uncle-Master, what brings you here?"
Upon seeing Song Chunxue, Wuji revealed a mischievous smile, and even tiptoed to peek behind her with an air of seriousness, asking in a sly smile, "Where is that monk?"
Song Chunxue raised her hand and tapped his forehead. "Looks like I worried for nothing. With you here, I don't need to worry about comforting Changfeng."
Changfeng quickly explained, "I am very relieved that Master has come. Actually, it's all in the past. No matter how sad I am, I can't change it. All I can do is look forward."
“That’s right, take it easy. Why don’t we sit down and chat for a while, and play something fun?” Wuji pulled Song Chunxue along. “Uncle, let’s play together. Do you know how to slap the back of your hand? Just playing is boring. It would be better to have some stakes. The loser drinks a glass of wine, and the winner can designate the loser to do something.”
It sounded like something only young people would do, and Song Chunxue wasn't interested.
"You guys have fun, I'm going back to my room to rest. I'm too old to play anymore."
"Hey, don't go!" Wuji grabbed her. "Uncle-Master, don't you want to know the rumors about my Uncle-Master?"
Rumors about the eldest brother?
Song Chunxue wasn't fooled. "We can talk about it later. I'm a little sleepy after practicing my sword and want to go back and rest."
Seeing her lack of interest, Wuji whispered, "Then, Martial Aunt, get some rest and have sweet dreams. Don't pay any attention to those people."
Does he mean a monk?
Song Chunxue smiled slightly, "Mm."
This child is also good at comforting people.
Song Chunxue had a good night's sleep and didn't have any wild thoughts.
However, he woke up early the next day and while practicing his sword at the highest point, he encountered the monk Huineng, who was practicing staff techniques.
Song Chunxue turned to go downstairs, but he called her back.
"I know you don't want to see me, but after today, we probably won't see each other again in this life. There are some things I want to make clear."
Song Chunxue held Wuyou and twirled it on her finger, but Wuyou did not react at all.
The peach branch on her wrist even looked withered.
It seems the heart doesn't lie.
"Go ahead and tell me, I'm listening." Actually, whether she listened or not, it was all old news, and she had little interest in it.
“I know you’ve suffered greatly these past years, and the pain you’ve endured is beyond words. The reason I’m only appearing before you now is because that memory has only recently returned…”
“I don’t blame you anymore. You should have ignored it no matter when you remembered. If I’m not mistaken, you came here to undergo tribulation before. Many years have passed, and we have both embarked on our own paths of cultivation. Our child will be happy for us when he finds out in the future.” Song Chunxue interrupted him, “I’m going to practice my sword elsewhere.”
After saying that, before he could reply, Song Chunxue had already taken several steps and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
She suddenly felt like going out to see the streets; staying here all the time was boring.
When she arrived at the bottom floor, it seemed that Durian was waiting for her there.
Unlike her usual flamboyant attire, she wore a simple silver-gray outfit today, simple yet subtly sophisticated, with a jade pendant at her waist and exquisite jewelry on her head.
"Let's go for a walk in the streets." Liu Niang looked up at the sky. "I heard that Master Huineng was once your husband?"
“Your hearing is quite sharp,” Song Chunxue said, her brows furrowing slightly. “Let’s not dwell on the past.”
Durian smiled and pointed at her, saying, "That's right, I look down on you because I'm still hung up on you."
She looked Song Chunxue up and down. "You seem to really like green clothes. This outfit suits you very well. The fabric and pattern are very sophisticated. You have great taste."
"Lord Xie had it made for me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known that I like green clothes." She lowered her head and dusted off the hem of her clothes. "After all, we were poor in the past. We were lucky to have anything to wear. We didn't have much choice, so we didn't pay attention to our own preferences."
Durian Girl laughed, "This is the first time I've heard of this. You don't even know your own preferences?"
"That's because you've never experienced poverty. You have nothing, so even pretty stones by the roadside are good, you like straight trees, and you like useless tree stumps. You have so many things you don't have, so naturally you like many things, and you can't tell what you care about most."
Song Chunxue's answer was simple and easy to understand, but Liu Niang felt uneasy.
She looked up and noticed that the bald man was standing by the fence, watching them from several dozen feet away. He must have heard what they said.
Having heard a bit about their past, Liu Niang admired Song Chunxue even more.
"I'm sorry, I was too naive."
"That's normal. You've been living a life of luxury since you were little, so naturally you wouldn't think about these things."
She smiled indifferently and followed Liu Niang out the door. Her thick, black hair was tied up high and held in place by a white jade hairpin, making her look tall, beautiful, dignified, and elegant.
No one could tell that she was once a thin, hunched-back peasant woman in the wheat fields.
"I heard that your area is arid and receives little rain, why don't you move away?"
"It's hard to leave one's homeland."
"Why doesn't the imperial court reduce corvée labor and taxes?"
Song Chunxue laughed, "When you're on a long expedition, would you be considerate of the horses in your stable and make them run less?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she gave a self-deprecating laugh, "You will. But we live worse than horses. They don't care whether we live or die, because wild horses don't need fodder, they just want to be enslaved."
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