Chapter 163 The snow is cold in early winter, the porridge and soup are still warm
"Amitabha, is this dream really so hard to leave?
Also, just the blessing of the Qi people has made many people dream about it.
What’s more, it’s a dream comparable to the harem of three thousand beauties.”
The people high in the sky let out a sigh.
"It's all caused by that little goblin... That's all, Song County Cheng, the monk will let you see the outcome of this 'wishful dream' in advance."
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In the courtyard, Song Xian Cheng only saw a figure walking out of his body. No matter the body shape or appearance, it was exactly the same as himself.
It's like another him.
Song Xian Cheng tried to catch "him", but found that he could not move at all.
I can only watch "him" replace me like a spectator sitting in the audience, marrying the Ji clan leader... and the more than 300 Ji clan girls.
In the days that followed, "he" could be said to be very happy, enjoying all the happiness in the world. He was accompanied by Ji's beautiful lady when he came and went, and he changed brides every night.
The Ji family also treated "him" very well. Not only did they not interfere at all, but they also treated the daughters born between "him" and the girls of the Ji family as if they were their own and showed the utmost care.
'These were originally mine! They are mine!'
Song County Cheng's heart was filled with anger, jealousy, and grievance.
Not long after, the Huang family, the great enemy of the Ji family, raised their troops and invaded.
At the foot of Baiqiu City, a large army pressed down on the territory, waving their weapons and shouting killings that shook the sky.
There are only a thousand soldiers of the Ji clan, and although they are all women, one can equal a hundred against the Huang clan.
However, the Huang clan was large in number after all, and tens of thousands of soldiers were like a tide, climbing over the city wall in an instant.
The Ji family fought bravely to kill the enemy, at the cost of hundreds of soldiers killed and injured, so that the Huang family could be kept at the boundary of the city wall.
It was only a blink of an eye before the city was breached.
At this critical moment of life and death, a group of nearly a thousand baby-faced female soldiers rushed out.
They are still young, like young girls? But one person can withstand fifty or sixty Huang soldiers.
Songxian Cheng suddenly discovered that these child soldiers were actually the daughters of "him" and the Ji family's women.
Thanks to the bravery of these child soldiers to kill the enemy, the Huang family was repelled.
But the price was... heavy casualties? Not even one out of ten.
Even if they were lucky enough to survive, most of them would become disabled.
"He" cried loudly in the courtyard.
Ji came to express his condolences with gifts and promised that such an incident would never happen again.
As compensation, the Ji family arranged another wedding for "him" and married more than two hundred beautiful girls from the Ji family to "him".
In the days that followed, "he" fell back into the gentle country and gradually forgot the pain of losing his daughter.
Soon, "he" had a new daughter? The daughters grew up quickly.
Another autumn? The Huang family invaded again.
The exact same thing continued to happen: Huang's army pressed forward and gained the upper hand due to its superior strength. Ji's family was retreating steadily and was about to be defeated. A group of young female soldiers came to rescue them? They saved Ji's family at a painful cost.
and Baiqiu City.
Same as the year before? The Ji clan leader brought gifts and beauties and came to comfort "him" who was crying bitterly.
"He" seemed to be aware of something? He firmly refused to accept it.
Mr. Ji sneered, not caring whether "he" wanted it or not? Forcing him to arrange a wedding? Ordering "him" to marry those more than a hundred Ji's girls.
"He" gradually discovered that every year after autumn, the Huang family would invade.
The Ji family's purpose of leaving "him" behind was to produce offspring and train them into female soldiers and guards.
"He" tried to escape several times, but he was captured by Ji's men every time. He was not beaten or scolded, but he was still given fine clothes and fine food, and everything he wanted was given to him.
The only requirement is that a group of girls from the Ji family must be married every year.
Ten years later, "he" has gradually become numb.
Every autumn, "he" would silently write the name of his late daughter on the wall of the courtyard.
In the past ten years, the four walls have been covered with writing.
Finally one day, Ji saved a foreign man who was in trouble outside the city.
A month later, the two held a wedding, and more than 300 girls from the Ji family were married together.
"He" quietly looked at the majestic gentleman in the distance, vaguely recalling that he was the same ten years ago, high-spirited, full of expectations, and looking forward to it.
After that, Ji never appeared again.
And "his" wives and concubines either died in the battle outside the city or remarried new people.
Gradually, "his" courtyard became deserted, no one cared about it, and there were no more fine clothes or food.
The only thing "he" could do was to sit under the old tree in the courtyard and silently recite the names on the wall.
…
call out!
The figure quickly retreated.
In Baiqiu City, everything is going backwards.
After a moment, the figure came back into his body, and the time was still ten years ago, the eve of the wedding that he was looking forward to so much.
"this……"
The Prime Minister of Song County was dumbfounded.
When he lowered his head, he found that his clothes were soaked with tears.
"Could what I saw be what will happen next? And 'he' is me in the future?"
The Prime Minister of Song County woke up from a dream, his body was shaking violently, his face was pale, and he prayed to the sky.
"Sir, save me, save me!
I don’t want to see my flesh and blood die tragically and be abandoned in the end!
That’s not what I want!”
After a while, the deep sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded from the sky.
"Amitabha, Song County Magistrate, the snow is cold in early winter, and the porridge and soup are still warm... just now, just think of it as watching a show."
Songxian Cheng was startled, and everything in front of him became blurry.
He felt extremely tired, his eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt that everything around him had become extremely familiar and real.
Next to the bed, the only maid in the family was preparing hot water for him to wash his face.
Not far away, at the entrance of the courtyard, the old wife was thanking the people outside the door.
"Madam, the master is awake!" the maid called joyfully.
The old wife said goodbye to the people outside the door, and then walked away complaining.
"Old man, don't be dissatisfied. You came back very early in the morning and slept until now. It's almost time for lunch."
Songxian Cheng looked at his old wife and maid, then turned to look at the old face in the bronze mirror, and felt his heart suddenly twitching.
After a long time, he felt a little better.
"The Ji family, Baiqiu City, the Huang family... there are white chickens in the oasis, which can defeat cannibalism."
He recalled all the absurd things he had experienced in his dream, and he felt they had all been familiar.
Gradually, he remembered it.
Isn't that the local legend I heard when I was young, after failing three major exams, I followed the tea merchant around Mobei in despair?
Legend has it that in the desert, there is a kind of fire locust spirit that swarms in groups. Wherever it goes, there is no grass growing, and they even eat the wind, sand, earth and rocks.
In the oasis called Baiqiu, there is a clan of White Chicken Immortals who specialize in eating fire locust spirits.
So in the dream, the Ji clan in Baiqiu City is actually the Baiji Fairy?
And the Huang clan is probably the Fire Locust Spirit.
"What a terrible dream."
Song Xian Cheng sighed softly, his eyes inexplicable.
He probably knew why he had such a dream.
After his trip to Mobei that year, fortune turned around and he was admitted to the top three imperial examinations.
However, his career as an official has always been unsatisfactory, with ups and downs, and after many twists and turns, he finally failed to achieve his ambition and was no more than an eighth-grade sesame official in his old age.
Deep in his heart, he was full of regret and anger. He was actually disgusted with the clumsy and cunning officialdom, but he had no choice but to do it.
In recent days, he has often thought about what if, after returning from Mobei, he had not chosen an official career, but instead used his sword to hunt for strange people and strangers.
Perhaps life from now on will be different and more exciting.
It is better for the children of Jianghu to be eager for justice and love justice than to be flattery and deceitful in the officialdom.
Every time he thought of this, he would sigh, and his heart would be full of regret and unwillingness.
These days, he frequently goes to see the eminent monk Yichen, mostly because he wants to be close to the water tower, soak up the immortal spirit of the eminent monk, and satisfy the regrets left by the past.
But that dream...
"Old man, what are you muttering about?"
The old wife took the wooden bowl from the maid's hand and glanced at Song County Cheng: "I've made some porridge and soup. You can drink some to keep the cold away."
The snow is cold in early winter, but the porridge and soup are still warm.
Song County Cheng took it silently, took a bite, and suddenly laughed: "Okay."
The old wife rolled her eyes at him: "What's good?"
Song Xian Cheng raised his head, stared at his old wife with gray hair and wrinkled face carefully, and whispered: "Porridge is good, you are better."
The old wife was startled, her eye circles turned red inexplicably, and she turned her head away: "You're old enough to talk crazy things."
The maid kneeling beside her lowered her head and covered her mouth, laughing.
While drinking porridge, Song Xian Cheng looked at his shy wife cheerfully, and occasionally made jokes, as if he had returned to many years ago.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
"Yes, why are you here? Remember, it's not in the small courtyard in the south of the city?"
"It was your student who hired a carriage to take you back. There was also a painting that he said was painted by you."
"Where is the painting? Come and show it to me."
Songxian Cheng took the scroll and slowly unfolded it.
In the scroll, the white-robed monk is sitting cross-legged, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and a pearl in his left hand.
The five-color divine brilliance is contained in the pearl, hiding it all over the world.
The monk lowered his head and lowered his eyes, as if staring at a pearl, with a smile on his lips.