Heaven-Defying Rise

On the south of Weicheng, there is a small ditch that is not even a small stream. There is a small soil slope that is not even a hill next to the small water ditch. There is a hedge that is not even a small courtyard under the small soil slope. The stea house in Shiping was scattered early at night, and the bright starlight was sprinkled on the ditch, soil slope, and the cottage house.

Ning Quezhen pulled his shoes slowly in the starlight, watching the cottage that had lived with Sang Sang for a long time in front of him, and the speed could not help but become slower. But as long as you go, no matter how slow, there will always be the day when you reach your destination. He pushed away the fence wall that could only prevent dogs and could not prevent people. He walked to the oil lights leaked from the door seam, raised his hand to block his lips, coughed twice, and said, "What if you go to the city?"

The door of the cottage was pushed away, and the squeak was stabbing the quiet border city night.

The little maid Sang Sang squatted down at the door. The thin figure was pulled very long by the oil light. She pressed the wooden door with her fingers and replied: "Aren't you always wanted to go to Changan? Ning Que Only when I went to the fire barracks to steal some oil back?

"Who else is still using those hard -to -play fires, if you just want oil, I will go to the camp tomorrow ..." Ning Que subconsciously responded, and suddenly wanted to understand one thing, "Hey! I want I want It doesn't seem to be the case to tell you. If you really want to leave, what else do you do? "

Sang Sang stood up holding his knees, and his thin body seemed extremely thin in the cool spring night wind. She looked at Ning Que and said with a sound voice with seriousness without mixed with any other emotions: "Even if we are gone, But this house will still live, they will still open the door ""

After the two of them left, would anyone still be willing to live in this remote and broken cottage away from Fangshi? Ning Que thought silently, somehow suddenly came out of the emotional emotions. He sighed gently, squeezed from Sang Sang on his side, and said with a low voice: "Pack up the luggage at night."

Sang Sang brought a slightly yellow horn, and looked at his back and asked, "Ning Que, I have never understood why you are so interested in that matter."

"No one can refuse to make themselves more powerful. And those things are really interesting for me."

Ning Que knew that the little maid guessed his thoughts, looked up at Sang Sang's dark face, and raised his eyebrows and said, "And the two of us can't stay in Weicheng for a lifetime. The world is so big. In addition to the empire, there are many countries. We You have to go to see it. Even if you talk about it, you can earn more money, and you will be promoted faster. Going to Chang'an is much stronger than you stay in Weicheng, so this time I must be admitted to the academy. "

Sangsang's face showed a thoughtful mood. Because of the young age, the little maid's eyebrows have not long hair, and because of the relationship between the border town, the small face is dark and rough, and the slightly yellow hair caused by the childhood malnutrition is really good -looking, even Qingxiu, even Qingxiu Can't say.

But she has a pair of eyes like a willow leaf, slender and slender, her eyes like Bingzhuang, and there are few obvious look, so it is not like a bitter from the birth of the birth. Little maid, like a mature woman who knows everything and seeing the world 's affection, the extreme contrast between this real age and eyes and eyes make her look extremely cold.

Ning Que knows that these are all false elephants. In his opinion, the little maid Sang Sang is a typical lacking girl. The two have been living for so many years. She is used to relying on her own thinking about doing things, so she is too lazy to think about things because she is too lazy to think about Things, so become more and more stupid, and in order to cover up the words that she uses less and less words when she says, it becomes more and more silent.

"It's not stupid, it should be clumsy." He thought about something and corrected it silently in his heart.

After silence for a long time, Sang Sang suddenly raised his head, bit his lips, and revealed a rare timid emotion, saying, "I heard ... Changan is very large, there are many people."

"The city is prosperous. I heard that the population has exceeded one million when the Apocalypse three years. The life is expensive.

Ning Que sighed, and when he saw the tense expression of the little maid, he smiled and comforted: "There is nothing to be afraid of. You can treat Changan as a bigger Weicheng. At that time, I will deal with outsiders, you Holding things at home as old, you really have to go out if you are afraid of you. "

"How much does it cost to buy meat and vegetable rice in the capital one month?"

Sang Sang willow -like eyes stared at the extreme circle. Two small hands held the hem of the cloth skirt tightly and asked nervously: "Will there be more than four or two silver? That is more than Weicheng."

"If you really enter the academy, you always have to give me some good fabrics to make some clothes, plus the guests may come at home, such as the same window or something. Do it, so you have to make new clothes at least.

Ning Que answered with a frowning, in fact he just said very seriously. He was not very clear. For the students in the college, the twelve silver may be just the price of a banquet at the restaurant in Tianxiangfang —— — Just as the famous joke of Hexi Road: The farmers who work in the fields are leisurely, always thinking about the east palace maiden in the pancakes, the Nishiya Niangniang is peeling the green onion, the meat cake is like the sea, and the green onion is like a mountain.

However, even this obviously shrinking wrong answer far exceeds the psychological bottom line of the little maid. She frowned and stared at him carefully: "It's too expensive ... Ning Que Is the academy? "

"I didn't see things." Ning Que said: "After entering the academy, you will definitely be an official. At that time, you and I spend 12 silver for a month. Is there anything wrong with Changan, Chen Jinji's rouge gouache is too much. "

The four characters of the Rouge flour seemed to be the key to the little maid. She pursed her lips tightly and obviously fell into a strong psychological struggle. After a long time, she answered with a mosquito voice: "But what do you do in the past few years in the college? My female red, the eyelids of the Chang'an people must be high, I may not be able to sell it. "

"This is really troublesome. I heard that it can't be hunt around Chang'an City. Those mountains and forests are all emperors ... How much do we have?"

The master and servant looked at each other, and then walked to the two large elm boxes very well, opened the box from the deepest part of it to find a tightly wrapped wooden box.

There are scattered silver in the wooden box. There are obvious scratches on the sizes of nails. There is only one big silver cricket in the middle. At first glance, it is known that it is made of every day. many.

Looking at the scattered silver in the wooden box, neither of the two people, Sang Sang whispered: "The old rules have been counted every five days.

"It seems that after going to Chang'an, you must think of more money." Ning Que said carefully.

"Well, I will strive to improve my daughter's red level." Sang Sang answered seriously.

At night, Sang Sang knelt on the hoe to organize the bedding. The thin knee moved quickly, and the movement moved quickly. As soon as the palm of his hand was, a curved was arc. It was the most comfortable arc that Ning Que was sleeping. Then she picked up her bedding and jumped off the cold, walked to the two large elm boxes of the corner of the house and started to lay her bed.

When the lights went out, Ning Que put the water bowl on the window sill, drilled into the bed with a star light, put his hands on the alongs, and yawned, and then made an extremely satisfying sigh, closed your eyes, only after a while to know it for a while, I heard the sound of the corner of the house heard for several years.

This is a night that seems to be no different from the past years. They will fall asleep with the star light of the Empire's border. The excitement of the new world, or because of the prosperity and faint wealth of the capital Changan, and the bastard gouache that exudes the charming flavor, the two breathing sounds of the corners of the window failed to calm down.

I don't know how long, Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at the light silver halo on the window paper, and said, "I heard ... the girls in Chang'an City are not afraid of cold. It is very big, my body is very white, I do n't know if it 's true ... I was too young at that time, I do n't remember.

He turned over, looked at the corner of the black house, and asked, "Sang Sang, have you been sick recently? Will it be cold?"

The young and small maids in the dark seem to shook her head, and she could see her tightly holding the quilt, her eyes closed, but a very rare smile on the corners of her lips, whispered and whispered: "I heard that the woman in Chang'an City The children are really white, they use such good gouache every day, can it not be white? "

Ning Que smiled and looked at her and said, "Don't worry, wait for the young master to have money later, Chen Jinji's rouge gouache you can buy."

Sang Sang Huoran opened his eyes, reflecting bright stars in his slender eyes like a willow leaf, and said seriously: "Ning Que, this is what you promised."

"I just said it just now that you must remember to call me a young master after going to Chang'an so that you can respect it."

At that time, Ning Que turned out of the cold little mulberry from the dead people next to the road, and then moved to Weicheng. It has been seven or eight years. Although Sang Sang is a niece in the household registration, she has never called his young master. This does not represent anything else and only represents a habit.

Today, the little maid Sang Sang was forced to throw this habit.

"Ning Que ... Master ... you have to remember to promise to buy me Chen Jinji."

Ning Que responded, his eyes fell on the stars like white frost on the edge of the puppet, and his heart was slightly tight. The empty feeling of the empty feeling many years ago hit again. Looking back at the dark blue night sky outside the window, I watched it. His eyes were full of starry light, and then began to lower his head to miss his hometown, murmured: "There is still no moon today ..."

The mulberry on the horn of the black lacquer house horn in the elm cabinet, like a mouse in a slightly cold bedding. She reached out to her waist and pulled the slightly cool breath outside. It seemed not so embarrassed, listening to the words from the window, thinking that Ning Que ... The young master began to say this kind of nonsense again.