Cheng Yang raised one eyebrow.
Oh, I still remember it.
The smell of alcohol all over her body made her think she was drunk and had forgotten everything.
But he deadpanned: "You're dreaming."
Qing Lingyi:?
She was dubious and wanted to pinch her arm.
Cheng Yang had quick eyesight and held her wrist down.
Although timid, she is not stupid.
Cheng Yang changed the topic and asked, "What do you usually dream about?"
Qing Lingyi answered honestly: "My mother. I dream about my mother humming music to me. But I haven't heard the music my mother hums for many years."
At the end, she stared at Cheng Yang.
Cheng Yang:?
Cheng Yang: "It's a beautiful thought."
Qing Lingyi curled her lips.
Cheng Yang said coldly: "I don't want to do this."
Qing Lingyi curled her lips again: "What a cruel heart."
Cheng Yang smiled instead: "If you are cruel, will I save your life?"
Qing Lingyi fell silent.
She looked at the scars on his face, and after many years, she finally said: "Thank you."
Cheng Yang was stunned for a moment.
He is quite special. Most of the time, he hears others calling him a disaster and calling him a bastard. This is the first time he has heard the words "thank you".
It feels strange.
"Thank you for saving me." Qing Lingyi said again.
The voice was soft and waxy, with a hint of sleepiness in the soft whisper.
Cheng Yang felt as if he had been scratched by a small paw, and the discomfort made him frown.
Qing Lingyi wanted to say something else, but he ruthlessly stopped him: "Shut up."
Qing Lingyi looked puzzled.
Cheng Yang pulled the quilt up again and covered her face.
Qing Lingyi licked and licked, revealing a pair of eyes, and asked: "Do you also catch a cold in your dreams?"
Cheng Yang said coldly: "He will still die."
Qing Lingyi didn't want to die, so she covered herself with quilt obediently.
After lying there for a while, she began to feel sleepy and her eyes could hardly open.
"Guining tomorrow, will you go back to the Yongxing County government office alone?" Cheng Yang asked.
Qing Lingyi was sleepy, wrapped in a quilt, and replied vaguely: "Yes... I'm going to offer incense to my mother..."
Cheng Yang said "hmm".
Qing Lingyi closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.
Cheng Yang stared at her sleeping face, feeling unhappy, but remembering his thanks just now, he finally made a compromise: "...I'll let you live for a few more days."
After saying that, he got up from the bed, picked her up horizontally, and put her back on the pear blossom couch.
·
The next day, Qing Lingyi was woken up by Biwei.
She was still confused when she sat up. Outside the main room, Biwei reminded her in a loud voice: "Madam, today is the day for Guining."
Qing Lingyi finally woke up, rubbed her eyes, put on her shoes and went to bed.
Unconsciously, she turned to look at the bed.
Cheng Yang was still lying on his back with his eyes closed, but she remembered the scene of him opening his eyes close at hand. He was good-looking, especially when he smiled, he was very handsome.
But that memory was very blurry, as if separated by mist.
Biwei heard the movement, thought for a moment, and then asked: "Madam, general, do you want to go with us?"
She has never seen the general since she came in as a dowry.
"He won't go." Qing Lingyi replied.
He looked away from Cheng Yang and said to himself, "It's okay not to go."
Cheng Yang on the bed:?
After they finished packing and went out, Wu Liang took advantage of the time and entered the house.
He heard a sneer first.
The general's sneer.
It's terrible.
He looked over and saw Cheng Yang sitting on the bed, his expression showing a bit of displeasure.
"General?" Wu Liang said cautiously.
"Have people follow her." Cheng Yang said.
Wu Liang was stunned, her? he? Who is this talking about?
Cheng Yang saw his confused look and added angrily: "My wife."
Wu Liang suddenly realized: "It turns out to be Madam."
But he was also very surprised. Two days ago, he vowed that he would kill his wife sooner or later. Why did he take the initiative to send someone to follow her today?
"Why don't you go quickly?" Cheng Yang suggested.
"Yes!" Wu Liang quickly stopped his thoughts and asked too much, "But... who will be sent?"
Cheng Yang thought for a moment.
·
Every time he stepped into the Yongxing County Government House, Qing Lingyi felt that he was out of place.
The Zuo family has been wearing hairpins for generations. Zuo Xuan was a smart young man. He passed the imperial examination at the age of twelve. He once served as an official in the court, and later resigned from the official position. He became famous all over the world for his poems and poems. Everyone knows that he wrote "Sword Dance Ode". Even His Majesty regarded him as the "Wen Zong of the Moment".
Qing Yan saved Zuo Xuan's life. Therefore, when Qing Yan died in battle, Zuo Xuan adopted her only daughter Qing Lingyi out of kindness.
He once vowed to train Qing Lingyi to become the most talented woman in Daliang.
But this was a huge disaster for Qing Lingyi.
She began a long period of hard study.
Before the chicken woke up, she got up first, recited and recited the Five Classics of Western Literature, studied and practiced music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The dog had already taken a nap several times before she went to bed.
However, three years later, she still can't memorize a copy of "Zhongyong" or play a complete song of "Guangling San".
Instead, he became thinner and haggard day by day, like a withering flower that was about to die.
Zuo Xuan finally couldn't bear it and gave up.
In these years, Zuo Xuan began to compile history books.
Daliang founded the country with force, and there are no decent history books yet. This is the first official history, which is of great significance.
When Qing Lingyi arrived, he was in the study.
She stepped into the door and bowed respectfully.
Zuo Xuan put down his pen in front of the large nanmu case piled with books and raised his head, like an old tree buried deep in the soil slowly moving its branches and leaves.
He asked, his voice a little hoarse: "You are in the General's Mansion... is everything okay?"
"I'm fine. The people in the General's Mansion treat me well."
Zuo Xuan asked again: "Where is General Cheng? Why didn't he come back with you?"
"He's too busy. I didn't ask him to come." Qing Lingyi opened her eyes and told lies.
Zuo Xuan wanted to ask more, but Qing Lingyi was afraid that his secret would be exposed, so he quickly said: "Uncle Zuo, I want to go to the Mahabodhi Temple to offer incense to my mother."
Hearing Qing's words, Zuo Xuan's expression darkened.
This move always works well. Zuo Xuan has admired Qing Yan for many years, and the famous "Sword Dance Ode" was written just for her.
After a long while, Zuo Xuan nodded slightly: "Okay, go ahead."
He was about to continue writing when he suddenly remembered something: "And..."
But when I looked up, Qing Lingyi was nowhere to be seen?
Zuo Xuan, who had always been there, finished his sentence: "...Yizhou has returned to the capital."
After a moment of silence, he added: "He... doesn't know about your marriage yet."
·
Zuo Xuan nodded just now, and Qing Lingyi immediately left the study. She didn't hear a word of what he said next.
My mother died in the battle, but her body could not be recovered, so Zuo Xuan and her set up a memorial tablet in the Mahabodhi Temple.
At the beginning, Qing Lingyi ran to the Mahabodhi Temple every two days, hoping to be with her mother's memorial tablet all the time.
Later she found out that Zuo Xuan knew she was coming, and he was always full of guilt, but he had done nothing wrong.
Gradually, Qing Lingyi tried to restrain herself, and only saw her mother once after a longer interval.
This time, she had saved up a lot of things to say to her mother.
Arriving at the Mahabodhi Temple, Qing Lingyi walked quickly inside.
Biwei was left far behind and called her: "Madam, please slow down!"
"I'll go first, just follow me!"
Qing Lingyi strode forward without looking back.
He was indeed in too much haste and accidentally bumped into a pedestrian's shoulder.
She quickly stopped and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."
It was a man, tall and slender, wearing a pine green robe.
He seemed to look Qing Lingyi back and forth before saying, "It doesn't matter."
This voice was mellow and elegant, and Qing Lingyi thought it was quite familiar.
But now she was thinking about her mother and couldn't care about this at all.
Besides, he said, it doesn't matter.
She made a quick decision and continued to move forward.
"etc."
The man spoke again.
Qing Lingyi kept walking: "I have something very important right now. If you want me to compensate you, please wait until I finish my work first, okay?"
But he followed up quickly and asked naturally, "Is the most important thing going to see your mother?"
