The cheongsam accentuated her curvaceous figure, giving her an air of nobility. The waiting room became a stage for her fashion show, with everyone watching her.
Yang Qinglan watched the Spring Emperor's back, but her attention was entirely focused on Li Changzhou in her peripheral vision.
Li Changzhou dodged the flying kiss as if dodging a bullet—Yang Qinglan was always in Li Changzhou's peripheral vision, and he was always keeping an eye on her.
She pursed her lips slightly, as if she were disgusted, or perhaps satisfied and amused. Li Changzhou smiled in return.
"Oh, right!" Li Qianxia stood on tiptoe and shouted, "Sister Chunhuang! What's your name?"
"Playing in the fields in the morning, drinking in the Jade Pool in the evening—it's dusk now, so call me Jade Pool!" The Spring Emperor waved without turning his head and disappeared into the waiting hall.
"Are the sentences in 'Ode to the Dancing Crane'... those with 'dance' or 'crane' in their names?" Yang Qinglan pondered, arms crossed.
“I think it might be related to her ‘origins’ and ‘Jade Pool’,” Li Changzhou said. “Think about it, her instinct is to be a favored concubine, maybe she’s some kind of Queen Mother of the Jade Pool, Fairy of the Jade Pool, or Fairy Maiden of the Jade Pool.”
“Of course!” After stating his speculation, Li Changzhou emphasized one point: “Yaochi is too vulgar, not as elegant and refined as the Fairy of Gusha.”
“I agree with your opinion.” Yang Qinglan lowered her hand.
Which one?
"all."
"You two have enough charm points of 9," Li Qianxia said, flipping a white dot as she put away the little radish and the butterfly.
"It's not convenient here, come with me to the restroom." Li Changzhou spoke and gestured in a manner reminiscent of a school bully.
There are restrooms in the waiting hall.
"Okay, you take them there and transfer the game coins to Qianxia. The two of us will go to the shop and take a look."
After Li Changzhou, Xiao Luobo, and Hu Die went to the restroom, Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia went into the shops in the hall together and strolled around like they were shopping.
I bought a newspaper first—no one was interviewed this time in 1928, probably because everyone performed poorly.
Many players sell useless items, and if they like each other, they will trade directly.
The two had nothing to sell. They had originally wanted to buy something, but when they saw the group ticket, it cost 1,000 game coins for five people. In order to be able to go with Little Carrot and Butterfly next time, they had no choice but to not buy anything.
The designated duel token is priced at 1500, and even in the second phase, few players are willing to buy it.
After Li Changzhou came out of the restroom alone, the three of them left the station.
Huaihai Road Station was teeming with people.
Couples holding hands or with their arms around each other's waists;
A man holding a cell phone and laughing loudly;
A group of girls wearing pleated skirts are discussing whether to go for hot pot or skewers.
Looking around, there are steps everywhere, leading underground, underground;
The poster on the wall is a promotional poster for Songcheng's "Last Moment! Last Summer!" music festival (which has already ended; it took place during the early October holiday).
The poster's background is a small pier that was frozen by the sea in 1928, which is now a bustling international port.
The subway train passing by had bright windows, and passengers were leaning against the doors, heads down, playing on their phones; the inside of the carriage felt like another world.
All three of them felt as if they had just finished watching a 3-hour movie, as if they had been through another world.
"Mmm—" Li Qianxia stretched out a big yawn, "Starting tomorrow, I'll continue being a hot girl!"
“Hot girl, hot my foot,” Li Changzhou said.
"Qinglan, he's using foul language!"
"This is your family matter."
"You take care of it first, since you'll have to take care of it sooner or later, right, brother? Are you willing to be managed by Qinglan?"
Li Changzhou: "......"
"Qianxia, you are so clever and quick-witted," Yang Qinglan said with a smile.
"Even you're insulting me?! Brother, how dare an outsider insult my sister, whom only you can insult!"
The three chatted and laughed as they walked out of the subway station and strolled back along Yanhe Road. They sat in Qinglan Bookstore until only the streetlights and the lights inside the bookstore remained on the entire street.
Let's talk about what we gained this time, what we made a mistake this time, and the prosperity and suffering of that era.
"Let's rest." Yang Qinglan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was midnight.
"Mmm," the brother and sister responded.
Li Qianxia went to wash the cups and plates;
Li Changzhou was holding the books when Yang Qinglan took the shelf he handed her.
“We go back to the past,” Yang Qinglan said, holding “1928: A Study of the Material Life of the Lower Classes”, “like taking a book out of a bookshelf.”
The book was placed in {History - History of the Xia State}.
Li Changzhou handed her the last book in his hand, "1928 in the Depths of History".
"No matter how much we empathize with it, history is history. We cannot change any detail in the book, nor can we change history."
Yang Qinglan gently stroked the cover, which featured a vibrant group photo of the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, warlords, and foreigners.
She looked up and gazed at Li Changzhou.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she asked.
"I cherish what I have now," Li Changzhou said with a soft laugh, as the night had already deepened.
This was one of the few times he could openly look at her.
Yang Qinglan smiled and placed "1928 in the Depths of History" into {History - Xia Guo History}, next to "1928: A Study of the Material Life of the Lower Classes".
The two looked at the books crammed together and remained silent for a while. In their hearts, this history had already taken on real weight.
Peking Opera, the Marshal's Mansion, the docks, rickshaws, newsboys...
“I also thought of a metaphor.” Li Changzhou’s voice was as soft as a feather brushing past his ear.
"Hmm?" Yang Qinglan also lowered her voice.
“It’s like a Ferris wheel,” Li Changzhou said, looking at her face, half of which was illuminated by the warm lights of the bookstore, which was exquisitely beautiful. “A Ferris wheel can’t go anywhere. You get on and off at the same place, and its height is limited. But at least we’ve been there and seen the scenery along the way, so it’s not meaningless.”
"Your writing is quite good," Yang Qinglan said with a smile.
"Just kidding, the top scholar in the Ming Dynasty's civil service exam. Next time I go to the Ming Dynasty, I'll take the exam and become the top scholar, then you can be my wife," Li Changzhou said with a laugh.
"Okay." Yang Qinglan pursed her lips, her smile deepening.
"Then I'd like to trouble you to find the exam questions and papers for the Ming Dynasty's imperial examinations for me tomorrow."
"Useless."
"That's called strategy."
"treacherous."
"All warfare is based on deception."
"It's the imperial examination, not the military examination, right?"
"It's all the same, I'm both scholarly and martial, and I also work as a rapper."
"Give me a piece," Yang Qinglan said with a smile.
Li Changzhou glanced at the kitchen, and seeing that Li Qianxia hadn't come out, he quickly thought for a moment and began to sing:
"Yo! I live in Mingcheng, go to bed at 11 pm sharp, drink a glass of milk before bed, and finally got into law school, but then I encountered value games, Yeah~"
Yang Qinglan covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, her slender and beautiful shoulders trembling as she laughed so hard she leaned over the bookshelf.
Just as Li Changzhou was about to ask with a smile how it was, he suddenly sensed something.
Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw Li Qianxia standing there, shaking the water off her hands with a look of disgust.
"cough."
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