"Old man, this is my territory. You can move around as you please in the future."
The young boy had a smile on his face, was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and had decent manners. It was obvious that he was well-educated.
Qingle stared at him for a while, then looked around. It was a tidy courtyard with clean windows and desks. There were several pots of precious peonies on the corridor, a bamboo rockery in the corner, and several tall and strong servants standing outside the courtyard.
She lowered her head. The fabric was crimson purple and well-cut...it was good fabric that had never been worn before.
"good."
She heard herself say.
The young boy raised his lips when he heard this: "Are you hungry? Ah Cheng, serve the food."
The servant named "Acheng" responded loudly and walked out quickly. Not long after, seven or eight maids came into the yard carrying dishes, wiping their hands, setting the dishes, and serving every detail meticulously.
From then on, Qingle settled down here.
The boy was busy with his studies and spent most of his time studying various things, starting from once a day to once every two weeks.
Qingle didn't care. As an old woman adopted by the young master of the Marquis's Mansion, she had food and drink every day, and maids to serve her. Her life was too comfortable, until one day -
"Grandma, I'm leaving."
"But don't worry, even if I'm not around, they will still take care of you in your old age."
He didn't know that she had a long life and could live to the end with his many great-grandchildren.
"I just don't know...whether I will still be there by then."
The boy, about thirteen or fourteen, was dressed in a royal blue robe. He had sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a high nose bridge. He already looked a bit like an adult... Qingle looked up at him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"ah?"
The boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Frontier."
"Grandma, are you concerned about me? Don't worry. Although everyone says that Yue's generals are brave and skilled in battle, and their soldiers are exceptionally powerful, our Cang Yue nation is not weak either. I've also learned martial arts, so I won't lose my life easily."
Having said that, the enemy is strong and we are weak, so this trip is probably a one-way trip.
The young man smiled and said, "Grandma, you must eat on time and listen to the maids, then you will live a long life."
It was late autumn, the weather was clear and crisp, a cool breeze blew, and the bamboo forest in the corner made a rustling sound. The maids and servants all kept their heads down and stayed at their positions. Beside the stone table in the courtyard, an old man and a young man were watching the changing times of the world.
A few days later, the young master of the Marquis's Mansion left the house, and the lady of the Marquis's Mansion fainted in front of the door from crying.
The general dies in a hundred battles, and the warrior returns after ten years.
The battle between Liang and Cangyue lasted for five years. At the beginning, the Marquis' Mansion could still receive letters from the young master, but later the letters gradually became less and less, and there was no news at all, until... the news of the defeat came.
"The Cang Yue Nation was defeated."
"The Lord of Cang Yue has written a letter of surrender."
"Cang Yue State was incorporated into Liang State and became its tributary city."
The Marquis's mansion fell into decline, his title was weakened, and he became an ordinary commoner.
Naturally, Qingle and everyone else in the Marquis' Mansion were driven out. The people in the Marquis' Mansion did not welcome her, an old woman, so she had to leave.
The young lady of the Marquis' Mansion hesitated: "Mother, after all, it was my eldest brother who saved the person. You are..."
"What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong? You still think our family is as prosperous as it used to be! She's just an old beggar woman. Who knows, maybe your eldest brother is unlucky because of her? What bad luck!"
Without wealth and status, the wife of the marquis simply gave up and no longer cared about her image.
The sky was cloudless and people were hurrying on the official road.
Qingle left the city and walked westward with a cane. When she was thirsty, she drank stream water. When she was hungry, she went into the mountains to look for wild fruits. When she met a kind family who promised her a meal, she would take it and eat it without saying a word, saying, "Thank you very much."
After eating, he continued on his way, which surprised the kind-hearted people.
Mountains and rivers, crossing over hills and ridges, I don’t know how long I walked. When Qingle stopped, he saw a wide expanse in front of him.
The sky was dark blue, with thick clouds piled up in the sky. The outlines of the trees were pitch black, and in the distant wilderness, the wild grass was rustling in the strong wind.
Qingle walked over with a cane, taking one deep step and one shallow step.
The wind was so strong that it ruffled her tattered cloak. She leaned forward on her thin legs, and her bare feet were covered with thick calluses... They passed the boundary marker and arrived at the mass grave.
quack--
Crows circled in the sky and vultures stood on the white bones.
Qingle walked and looked, from dusk to dawn, and he didn't know how long it had been. Finally, he found a skeleton buried in the mud by the river. There was a hole in the head and a black rope on the wrist bone.
The black rope was mixed with mud and could not be seen unless one looked carefully. It had cracked due to the wind and sun.
Qingle picked up a leg bone nearby, dug a shallow pit nearby, put the bone in, and covered it with soil.
After finishing the construction, he washed his hands in the river nearby and got up to leave.
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A hundred years is neither long nor short.
Like a baby, from the age of gray hair to the age of old age, and then to the time of being buried, this is considered a long life.
Some people are not like that, like Qingle Baibainian, who was very old at the beginning of his life and was about to die, and was still very old a hundred years later, barely alive; some people were different, they died with gray hair or with their hair tied up, and they never came out.
Qingle witnessed the young man die before his eyes time and time again.
Beggars, slaves, heirs of officials, prostitutes, princes... they all flew into the flame like moths, and then died calmly.
Xihe: “…”
She really didn't expect this to happen.
She just gave Qingle this appearance, and she never interfered in the rest of the matters.
Qingle lifted his old eyelids, stared at her coldly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I remember you, little girl."
Xihe fell silent for a moment, thinking that the hundred-year period had come to an end. He gathered strength in his hands and slapped Qingle's head. A steady stream of spiritual power rushed into Qingle's sea of consciousness. With a crisp "ding" sound, the invisible barrier disappeared.
boom--
Spiritual power surges and the space is turbulent.
Xihe quickly set up a barrier and looked at Qingle, only to see her aura rising steadily.
Swish,
Open your eyes.
Xihe stood there with pursed lips.
The tattered clothes turned into snow-white robes, the white hair turned black layer by layer and fell softly behind him, and the old skin gradually became smooth again... A hundred years passed, and scenes flashed before his eyes.
thump,
Qingle knelt on one knee on the ground, covering his heart.
Strong emotions impacted her mind, the meat bun, the hand that pushed away and refused - the top scholar who was beheaded not long ago.
Whack,
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the ground.
Qingle closed his eyes fiercely: "It's all him, right? He's the beggar, he's the young general, he's the top scholar... The God is really capable, Qingle can't compare to him."
Xihe shook his head: "Believe it or not, apart from her appearance, I didn't interfere with anything else."
She has so much free time that she would do this?
"Really?"
Qingle took a deep breath, wiped his face, and smiled: "A hundred years have passed. Has the God thought of how to deal with Qingle?"
Even so, her face was full of sarcasm, and she obviously didn't believe Xihe's words. Xihe was a little speechless, but she didn't want to talk too much with her now, so she said directly: "Since the time is up, you can go."
Qingle was stunned: "You want me to leave?"
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