Man'er poured a cup of tea for Aunt Qing and asked curiously: "When did you come to the capital? Do you still have family members in southern Xinjiang?"
Aunt Qing held the tea and took a sip. The warm tea flowed down her throat. The tea leaves were not rough, which showed that the Chu Palace treated its servants very well.
"Me?" Aunt Qing held the cup and slowly looked at Man'er, mist gradually forming in her eyes, "I also have a daughter."
"What about your daughter? Is she still in southern Xinjiang? How could you come here even if you don't want to?" Man'er rarely met a fellow villager, and the conversation started immediately.
Aunt Qing had a thought in her mind and looked up at her, "Perhaps, I will tell you a story. When you accompany the Crown Princess, you can tell her the story I told to relieve her boredom."
Man'er was very happy to hear the story, "Okay, I like to hear stories the most. Please tell me."
Aunt Qing put down the cup, took a deep breath, and said: "The story starts with a person named A Qing. When A Qing was eight years old, she was already respected as a saint by the tribe. She has the status of a saint.
She is very high, and the people believe in her, regard her as their faith, and regard her as their venerable person. From the first day she became a saint, the elders of the tribe told her that we have a sworn enemy who is very bad and is trying to control our children.
The people, our people, are the big devil who can be punished by everyone. We must make him our enemy. But as the saint A Qing grew older, she began to know many things about the outside world. She
I discovered that the big devil is not as bad as the elders said. On the contrary, he has done a lot for the people and has won the love and respect of the people in a place. Moreover, all the things he has done are to unite all the people.
, allowing them to form a powerful force that can resist foreign enemies at critical moments, and the elders slandered him... At that time, the saint really thought it was slander because the status of the ruler was not in our tribe, Ah
Qing gradually realized that this was actually a struggle for power, rather than a confrontation between good and evil and black and white."
"She hated this kind of struggle from the bottom of her heart, because the first lesson the saint learned was to put the people first and not to be attached to power. What the elders and others did happened to violate this commandment. When she was seventeen years old
, something happened in the tribe. A man killed a girl from the other tribe, chopped the body into pieces and fed it to wolves. During the negotiation between the two tribes, A Qing met this big devil...
"
Man'er raised his chin and looked at her. The expression on her face did not change much, but her eyes softened into water, as if what she was thinking in her mind was the sweetest thing she had ever known.
"Does the big devil look scary?" Man'er asked.
Aunt Qing slowly shook her head and her voice became very soft, "No, he is not scary at all. On the contrary, he is more handsome than any man A Qing has ever seen. A Qing had a dream that night, she
The Bride of the Great Demon King."
"Isn't the Great Demon King married yet?" Man'er asked.
"He has been married twice, and both his wives are dead. Some people say that he is destined to be punished. He needs to marry a woman who is stronger than him to suppress the evil spirit. His third wife is his mother.
The person who came to the door was a particularly weak woman. He was afraid of harming her life, so he never married her or consummated the marriage. But at that time, his mother thought that there must be a woman in charge of affairs in the house, so she forcibly kept her."
"That's it!" Man'er could already guess the ending of the story, "This saint must have married the big devil, right?"