don't be vulgar for me

The wind rumpled across her cheeks, and it was unbearably dry and swept ashore. Tang Ling'er saw that An Qinsi tightened her chin, her black eyes sunk deeply, as if she was about to pull her in, her steps were windy, and she hurried forward, her gaze approaching.

His throat was dry, and after a while, An Qinsi spit out the words, his head drooping: "Because, I'm also a barbarian..."

"The rebels, the descendants... just live in an ignoble existence, Ling'er, don't you think it's ridiculous..."

"Turkic..." An astringent smile hung on the corner of her mouth, but An Qinsi couldn't draw it out. She raised her head and looked at Tang Ling'er who was stunned. There was a lump of air in her chest. After all, she couldn't tell her some things now.

Choosing the light and avoiding the heavy, looking at the dazzling fire, the voice returned to calm: "If the letter said is sent to the Tang army, our family will be in danger."

"So, sorry, Linger..."

The slits of her lips were split open, and the wind slowly entered. Tang Ling'er had countless questions in her mind, which burst at the same time, and her temples hurt like being pricked by needles.I don't know what to ask, the country's grievances are too far away from her, and the national consciousness has been weak since she was a child. She walked up to An Qinsi and held his sleeves, murmuring: "Why do you say sorry to me, Qin Si, You don't owe me anything."

With her head bowed, she looked at each other in a dainty way. In a trance, An Qin became in a trance, looked at the scraps of paper on the stone table, and put her hands behind her back, not wanting to touch her. Picked up from the pile of dead people, the girl at that time is now as long as her shoulders, and she can start revenge...

"Quisi, are you afraid that I will report to the government? No, it's irrelevant." Tang Ling'er pinched a corner of the thin silk and stroked An Quisi's neck, thankful that he knew him better.She fanned her long eyelashes, staring carefully at An Qinsi's smooth and fair neck, and said to herself in a voice: "Qi Si, why is there no protruding point on your neck, why did you know my name from the beginning? Yes, why do you have to wear a scarf all day long?" The voice was soft and greasy, and she slid her hands close to An Qinsi's neck, and was about to tear it off when she suddenly heard a familiar sharp voice: "Tang Ling'er !"

His heart skipped a beat in an instant, his fingertips were held by An Qinsi, Tang Ling'er turned his head following the sound, and saw Ruan Niang dragging her body down the stairs step by step, followed by an old man with round eyes and thick ears. Monk, the beard and beard cover the whole mouth.

"Who allowed you to come here?!" Ruan Niang hurriedly pulled Tang Ling'er towards her, her mouth trembling: "I told you not to come here!"

Tang Ling'er was used to listening to it, and when he looked at the old monk who was bending his eyes and smiling behind A Niang, he felt kind-hearted, and thoughtfully called Ruan Niang in his ear, and the doubts in his heart became even more serious. When he opened his mouth, he heard an old man's voice: "Ah Don't worry, Ruan, it's been so many years, and your temperament hasn't changed."

Ruan Niang glanced at the old monk, her lips moved, and she finally swallowed her: "I've said everything I need to say, never see you again."

"Ruan Niang..." Tang Ling'er turned around and heard Quin Si also say A Niang's name, her hands were tightly tied in her armpits, her face was flushed and she wanted to struggle out: "Ah, A Niang, why are you all talking?" Do you know?" Unable to break free, she let her pull her outside the Baiju Temple.

An Qin thought about Ruan Niang's actions and knew that she hadn't confided in her, so her heart moved, but she stepped towards Li Guangbi's side: "Uncle, Ruan Niang doesn't hate us, right?" Seeing Tang Linger two After stopping for three times, she turned her head and looked back. There was a jade flower hairpin inlaid with gold in her hair, and needles appeared in her eyes, and the scene that she couldn't bear to recall jumped out again:

Her elder brother was killed on the streets of Chang'an, and notices flew in front of her like snowflakes.The father ordered the surrendering officers and soldiers to kill each other, and the blood was splattered all over the white paper. The father said that this was a sacrifice to his brother, and if she refused, he would also be buried with him.Brothers and sisters on the battlefield in the past live and die together today. The two sharp knives are soaked in the enemy's blood and stab at their own heart at the same time.Floating corpses are everywhere, what can a teenage child do?

With tears in his eyes, all he could see was blood all over the ground. The father shouted to avenge his brother, and shouted hoarsely: "What crime does my son have to kill him!"

An Qingxu's pupils swelled, and Madman laughed wildly beside his father: Kill, kill, kill!

I don't understand, she really doesn't understand, my brother was killed without any crime, but what crime did these soldiers have?

Are Hu people and Tang people really intolerable?

Wives and children scattered, starving, and the city wall built with bloody flesh is really so beautiful?

Tired, she walked into the rust-smelling and painful battlefield of captives with a roar, and she couldn't save a single person.The ears are silent, struggling to ignore the stinking corpses of others.

What can she do... Tears cannot pay homage to pain, only blood can soothe it.

"No. She hates us, but she still retains the feelings of the past, but I would rather she hate me completely, and love and hate are inseparable for the rest of her life." Li Guangbi read with a smile as the two figures disappeared through the turning door .

An Jinsi closed her eyes, and the childish voice of that year came to her ears. When she opened the two corpses, the girl wept, but she didn't make a fuss. The blood-soaked parents couldn't recognize them anymore, and they hugged her waist tightly.Her father seemed to hear his daughter crying, and with the last of his strength, he stabbed her neck, whimpering, and the pawn who protected her had already stabbed his heart with the knife, and could no longer open his eyes...

An Qinsi said: "Uncle... from now on, do you really want to let go from now on?"

"Some things can't be let go, what you can learn is to put them aside." With a look back, Li Guangbi stepped across the shreds of paper towards the stairs.

"Cufa Zhi, didn't you choose this place to gather to wait for this moment? Shi Chaoyi is now taking my family's life and people's lives, so he really doesn't care about it and continues to enjoy himself in the mountains?"

"Quisi, after all, you are still too young to get things done."

"Isn't four years enough? I study the exercises every day just for this moment! The country is in chaos and the people are uneasy, and now Shi Chaoyi is launching an army to attack. Why don't we do something when we know it?" He is on his way.

"What can you do on your own? You can't kill the emperor to avenge your brother, and you can't go to the underworld to take An Qingxu's life. You can't bear the blood on your father's hands for the rest of your life." !"

"Then what can I do?" An Qinsi sat on the steps slowly while the monk's clothes were spread on the floor. The coldness of the stone steps could not resist the coldness of her heart. She shook her head and nodded again: "You said that when Ling'er grew up, we When I set off, it was just a thought to make me forget..."

Li Guangbi sighed lightly, skipped her, and patted her shoulder twice: "Qi Si, I will never forget what I said, but not now."

Slowly humming, An Qinsi listened to his footsteps gradually drifting away, the lips curled up and overflowed with words: "Uncle Master, don't lie to me, Niang Ruan is the reason why you didn't leave for so long..."

Lying on her back, the cherry blossom petals drooped on the scar on An Jinsi's neck. The wound that had scabbed long ago became a small strip of flesh. She touched the protruding white strip, but she couldn't get over it with her palm. As soon as the petals were blown by the wind, they stepped over and covered it.

Cuiyan was hovering in the mountains, Ruan Niang clutched her skirt and walked quickly towards Shuxiang Pavilion, Tang Ling'er raised her eyes to see the dark sky, her temples, which had been swollen by the sun, were aching, her wrist was pulled by Ruan Niang Her whole body seemed to be out of control, and there were too many questions waiting for her to ask, her eyes were gray, and the spring rain began to drift a few drops.

"Aniang, why did you know each other? And why? Since we knew each other, why did you come to Tai'an when you were young and didn't allow us to go to Baiju Temple?" The throat sound was soft, but because of the continuous questioning, it became too impatient: "Aniang, you Are you acquainted with Quesi? How could the monk call you that, A Niang, because you know that Quesi is not..."

It's not a Han Chinese... Biting her lip, Tang Ling'er heard a guest say that Tang Jun is now looking for rebels. Even though Qu Si is just the son of an ordinary barbarian, she still doesn't want him to suffer this mess.

"To shut up!"

Ruan Niang still walked forward without hesitation, the images of the past flooded her five senses again, her eyes, ears, mouth and nose penetrated into the old time and space several times, she shook her head vigorously: "I told you not to ask! This is not your business." After listening, Ruan Niang turned her eyes around, squinted and lowered her voice: "From now on, you are not allowed to step into that Baiju Temple."

Tang Ling'er stopped asking, twisted her wrist, snorted heavily, stepped in front of Ruan Niang and flew home.

The war is raging, but the Shuxiang Pavilion is almost full of seats. The more chaotic the world is, the easier it is for people to indulge in dreams.The singing and dancing scenes were messy, the gold bottle was filled with wine, the melodious sounds of music could be heard endlessly, and Tang Linger's pupils were glowing brightly. Tang Ling'er blinked her eyelids slightly, feeling drowsy, but still played three pieces of music non-stop.

"Ling'er, can I have a glass of wine with my face?" The visitor's eyelids covered his entire eyeballs, showing a wicked face in his obsessive way.Tang Ling'er's ability to smile on the surface and not to laugh at the flesh can't be used at the moment, but Ruan Niang is blowing out a burst of cold air behind her.Recently, the qualifications of the guests are more secular than those who used to visit the mountains and rivers, and the number of guests who smell of alcohol and hide the smell of books is decreasing day by day.

"Forgive me for being tired, let's have a drink together some other day." After saying casually, he gently pushed the zither away, and slowly got up.

"Don't go..." The man grabbed the corner of Tang Ling'er's clothes and pulled it, revealing the white and thin shoulder bone on the left side, so scared that she woke up and took it back with her hands.

"You're tired, I can quench your thirst for you, come and sit down." Without letting go, she said with a greasy face. Laughing, she pulled Tang Ling'er's clothes and slammed into her arms.

Tang Ling'er took two steps towards him, but refused to approach him, the corners of his mouth were so expressionless, and when he looked back at Ah Heng who was stopped by A Niang and hid behind her, he was angry, and raised his hand with a smile. After half a mouthful of drinking from the wine glass, he spit it all onto the upturned face of the man with a puff.

"Ah... Young Master..." Soft words poured into the ears of the disgusting person in front of him, Tang Ling'er slightly bent down and pulled back the corner of his clothes, not to look at the face that was wrinkled into dough folds.Stepping away quickly, before Ruan Niang could tell her, she heard the wine bag and rice bag sighing in comfort: "The wine drunk by a beauty is even better..."