Chapter 122: Just ask if you want to bury Jiang Xue here with me
Madam Qing was originally a prostitute, but as soon as she entered the prostitute, she became what others called a prostitute. Prostitutes themselves should not be loved, but it was a pity that Madam Qing still fell in love with him, and she actually fell in love with a great general.
The national hatred of Daliang in Xixia is inherently sworn. In the world of Daliang, there are countless Xixia people who are still alive in order to one day watch their princess fulfill their dream of rejuvenating the country.
In the eyes of others, this dream may be a grand dream of the Spring and Autumn Period, but Xixia people still dream of it tirelessly.
In the court, there are actually only three kinds of people in the world, one is the Daliang people, the other is the Xixia people, and the other one is the former dynasty people like Lao Nu who claim to be from the Tang Dynasty.
It goes without saying that the people of Daliang, in their eyes, have the same attitude no matter who is the emperor. They don't care and don't care whether the world's surname is Li or Zhu.
Xixia people, someone once said that there are ten thousand Daliang people and three thousand Xixia souls. They live in the land of Daliang, but what they want is that one day, the princess of Xixia can regain the throne. After so many years, the old palace of Xixia
It is still like new and has not been abandoned at all, because there is an old man guarding the palace of Xixia, waiting for his princess to come back. This man's name is Gong.
An Shi, the only Xixia person recognized by the Daliang court, the late emperor Zhu Wen once sent countless elite troops to drive this old man, known as the gun god in the world, from the Xixia palace, but they all failed in the end. Gong Anshi never did it in his life.
The only time I left the palace of Xixia was to protect the country of Xixia. However, when I waited for Gong Anshi to return, Xixia had already been destroyed.
Suddenly looking back, the old man has been waiting in the Xixia Palace for more than twenty years. A golden gun has kept the last faith in the hearts of the Xixia people. In the eyes of the Xixia people, the palace is there, the princess is there, and the old man in the palace is there.
Then Xixia is still there.
The God of Guns, Gong Anshi, is already the belief in the hearts of Xixia people.
That old man is the last soul of the Xixia people.
As for the people of the previous dynasty, no one can tell how many people of the previous dynasty there are in this world. Maybe there are many, maybe very few, but the people of the previous dynasty are dying endlessly.
Another seven, in order to kill all the remnants of the previous dynasty, but later Zhu Wencai discovered that no matter how hard he killed, he could not finish them off.
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"How do you feel after waiting for so many years?" Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing and asked lightly.
"What else can I feel like? It's just that I don't give up." Madam Qing replied in a low voice, looked up at Ling Shiqing, and then said with a smile: "You can't stand it anymore just after waiting for so many days.
, do you know that I have been scolded by people in this Fengya Pavilion for seven years, and every year on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, I have to sing "Jiang Xue Buried Bones" for people, do you know what it feels like? "
Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing without saying anything.
"It's a feeling of despair. I gave up everything for this person just to see him again, but now I don't even know whether he is dead or alive." At this point, Mrs. Qing smiled helplessly.
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Ling Shiqing looked at the desperate smile on Mrs. Qing's face and didn't know what to say.
"Today is the fifteenth again. I have to go out and dance for that group of people again. Then I will choose a good one to take back to the room and tell them my story. If I meet that obsessed guest, I will also strip myself.
I was bitten by a dog. I am not clean to begin with, so there is nothing to be unwilling to do. But I have been singing "Jiang Xue Buried Bones" for seven years. This song is better than sleeping with those guests.
It makes me sick to my stomach. Every time I want to give up, I
I would hold my pipa and cry once, but the next day I still packed up beautifully to deal with those guests, because I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t let go of that person, I really couldn’t let go, I didn’t even know why I couldn’t let go, you
Do you know how I got here all these years? Does he know how I got here? No one knows, because I am a prostitute, and a prostitute does not need anyone's sympathy! The body of a prostitute is worthless, and the love of a prostitute is even more
Not worth the money!”
Ling Shiqing looked at Mrs. Qing, who was crying so distressingly, and didn't know what to do.
"You are lucky. At least you still have hope. If it doesn't work in one day, then one month. If one month doesn't work, then one year. As long as Mr. Li is alive, he will come back, but what about me?" Mrs. Qing pointed out.
Holding her chest and shouting repeatedly: "But what about me? I don't even know how long I have to wait!"
"Are you going to do this for one person?" Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing and asked.
"I'm not doing it for him, I just want to tell the world that even though my body is dirty, my love is not dirty!" Madam Qing shouted to Ling Shiqing.
"But you're practicing yourself now, you know?"
"A prostitute, you don't have so many demands, she is just a lowly thing." Mrs. Qing smiled helplessly, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and regained her composure.
"Actually, there is no need at all." Ling Shiqing said softly.
"If Mr. Li doesn't come, will you continue to wait for him?" Mrs. Qing looked at Ling Shiqing and asked.
Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing and was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Mrs. Qing smiled lightly and whispered: "Don't worry, Mr. Li will be back."
"But he and I are not lovers..."
After Ling Shiqing realized that she had said the wrong thing, she quickly explained with a blush on her face.
"Whether you are a lover or a friend, it is your luck that you can meet a man who is willing to risk his life for you. It is also his blessing that he can meet a woman who is willing to wait for him. This has nothing to do with love."
"What does that have to do with?" Ling Shiqing asked quickly.
Mrs. Qing stretched out her hand and gestured to her chest, then got up and ran out of the room, leaving Ling Shiqing sitting alone in the room in a daze.
After Mrs. Qing left the room, she simply touched up her makeup, and then appeared in the hall of Fengya Pavilion with a smile on her face. Ling Shiqing stood on the stairs on the second floor and looked at Mrs. Qing who was in various moods in the crowd. She didn't know why.
, she felt that the smile on Mrs. Qing's face was particularly sad.
Tonight, Mrs. Qing's dancing is still charming.
Tonight, Mrs. Qing's glass of wine was still worth a thousand taels of gold.
Tonight, Mrs. Qing chose a strange man to take back to her room.
Tonight, the song "Jiang Xue Buried Bones" is still beautiful.
A proud and clear person
Waiting for someone to overthrow
Laugh till you cry, Saha is so beautiful that it’s dazzling
Dancing in the glow
Sacrificing bones by the river
Erecting a tomb to bind the delusional thoughts remains the same as before
Who cares about the wind passing by without stopping?
I just ask if you would like to bury Jiang Xue with me here