Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 43: Things that I can’t let go

"I'm in thirteenth, girl, you can call me thirteenth."

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"You understand the talisman, too?"

"Understand."

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"Senior Brother Thirteen, do you understand calligraphy too?"

"Understand."

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"Senior Brother Thirteen, how do you look at this chicken soup post?

"The pen tip of this post is exposed but not restrained, and the body is dispersed and the spirit is dead but has no bones. It seems to be unique, but in fact it is just a few tricks, evil ways to draw ink, and lose the style of justice and elegance, which is not worth mentioning.

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The conversations during the journey were like the cold wind on the wasteland burrowing into the tent, constantly burrowing into Mo Shanshan's mind, with a somewhat dull look more and more confused, and even a little lost.

Ranking 13th in the academy, who is not him? Besides himself, who would be so derogatory and contemptuous about the chicken soup post and the flower opening post? And that night he had already admitted that he had a little understanding of Fu Dao, why did he not think of him?

It's him? Shanshan, you should have guessed it long ago?

Mo Shanshan looked at the paper on the table that seemed to be a child's random writing, and reached out to rub it into a ball. He was so embarrassed that he didn't want anyone to see it, but he didn't know whether this shame or anger came from a messy pen or a messy heart.

, but no matter what kind of chaos it was, she did have a lot of anger besides being ashamed.

After a long journey, she even walked in a carriage. She didn't know that he was him. She even said she liked him in front of him, although he didn't know that he was him, she was

I don't know that the person she likes silently is the one in front of me, but now she finally knows that he is him.

Everyone knows that Shu Jing and Xianzhen are crazy about her, but she does such a thing, how can she not be ashamed? If that guy knows the truth, how can she not be ashamed? Senior Sister Zhuo Zhihua also asked her to explain her words.

,How could she not be embarrassed and angry?

Her slightly trembling fingertips pulled out the excellent preserved copy from the side of the desk. She looked at the words on the paper and her long and sparse eyelashes blinked gently, as if she wanted to cover the blush on her fair skin.

In the spring, the news came from the Tang Kingdom that shocked Chang'an. She knew that a young calligrapher who was loved by Emperor Tang had appeared in a distant foreign country. Out of habit, she naturally ordered the deacons in the school to collect some copies, although there was no

The legendary flower opening post was found, but I saw this rubbing of the chicken soup post.

The legendary young calligrapher was taken as the successor of the divine talisman because of the chicken soup tip. As a book-in-law girl who learned from the divine talisman master Wang Shusheng, she certainly knew what the divine talisman master asked for the successor.

How harsh, I carefully observed this chicken soup post for a long time.

She did not see like Master Yan Se that the writer had the potential of a divine talisman master, nor did she cry like the girls in the red skirt because Master Yan Se dispersed the meaning of the post, but she herself was already away from the divine talisman master.

Not far away, so she could feel a lot of the meaning hidden in this chicken soup post.

In addition, she also read a lot of copies. She was so proud that she had to admit that the young calligrapher in Chang'an City did write good words. Apart from the Master of Calligraphy, there was no second one in the world that could be found.

A person who compares the same.

When the details of the mountaineering competition on the second floor of the academy were transmitted to Dahe Kingdom, she was surprised to find that this person actually defeated Prince Longqing and became a student of the Master.

She and Hua Chih were friends and often wrote letters, so she knew very well how Prince Longqing was like a perfect person, but Longqing actually lost to him, and even Master accepted him as a student, so this person... I guess this person...

Regardless of morality and population, it is very good, right?

At this time, she looked at the chicken soup again and saw some different flavors. A simple and sloppy note. Although the words and strokes were scattered, they were faintly filled with natural affection. It was so natural and upright, just like it was Hao.

The divine light of heaven brings out a thunder in the clouds: the world should look like this.

She was curious about the situation that the person could write such words. You should know that for some reason, she once firmly believed that it was a stupid behavior to view people by words, but in the spring of this year

But she couldn't help but feel something different about the young man in Chang'an City in the distance because of these words.

This feeling is not complicated, but it is very subtle, very clean, as transparent as crystal.

She had only seen the words of that person, but never the person. However, the people in calligraphy have the same intentions. When she looked at the words of that person, it seemed that she was seeing the words of that person. When she looked at the words, the person seemed to be there.

Around me.

From spring to summer, she has been by the ink pond at the foot of Mogan Mountain, quietly watching the man's books. The legendary ink pond is black, but in fact it is clear and transparent, reflecting the stars in the sky and reflecting the girl.

Calm and smiling face.

The man was behind her, looking at the book in her hand, looking at the water reflecting her face, without saying anything, and without having to say anything, just watching quietly by the ink pond.

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Mo Shanshan looked at the rubbing of chicken soup post, his eyelashes blinked slightly, the blush on his face gradually faded, and the shame and annoyance in his eyes had already turned into confusion and uneasiness. Looking at the ink letters that he had been looking at for a long time, she

He said softly: "So you are you, who is Sangsang in that post?"

"Mr. Sangsang, I'm drunk today..."

Is Sangsang your little maid? Has she followed you for many years? That's why you trust and naturally attach so much. Is this attachment because of habit or something? Why didn't you hear me mention it on the journey? Yes, then

You are still pretending to be someone else's identity, so naturally you won't mention this, just Sangsang... Who is it?

Master Yan Se can understand Ning Que's intentions from the chicken soup stickers, and the girls of Hongxiuzhao can feel the warm fragrance of the bowl of chicken soup at home from their writing style, but she feels the name Sangsang from this rubbing

The importance of the writer.

At this moment, Zhuo Zhihua lifted the curtain and walked in. Seeing her beside the desk, she was dazed by the jaw, and couldn't help but smile. This year, she often looked at the mountain master next to the mochi, so others didn't know that she was about someone.

She knew the feelings that secular people could not understand clearly.

"Finish the meal first and then watch it, then think about what to do." She joked.

It is precisely because she is close to Zhuo Zhihua that she finds out that Mo Shanshan will feel a little embarrassed and annoyed when facing her.

Because of the name at the beginning of the chicken soup post, Mo Shanshan was a little uneasy. Suddenly, when he heard Zhuo Zhihua's words, he couldn't help but feel more and more embarrassed. She had never been ashamed in her life because she had never pleased anyone, but now her heart was

My dear senior sister exposes it, how can I not be ashamed?

She held her slightly round pink cheeks with her hands, blinked her sparse eyelashes, and her red and thin lips pursed into a straight line. Looking at the pile of luggage carefully sorted in the corner of the tent, she suddenly said slightly annoyed: "Give these luggages a gift to me."

He sent it over."

Zhuo Zhihua smiled and said, "I don't have time."

Mo Shanshan turned around, looked at the Tmall woman following behind her, and said in a deep voice: "Maoer, you are familiar with that guy. I'll send him my luggage to Tang Camp later."

The Tmall woman scratched her head in confusion and asked, "Why? Senior brother said she would be back later."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and said, "Why are there so many? He is a Tang Dynasty man. He can't live with us. If you send your luggage there, it's considered a two-day Qing Dynasty."

The thin rubbing of chicken soup is still on the table, the faint figure is still on the water of the ink pond, and the tacit understanding of fighting side by side with thousands of miles is still in my memory. How can I clear the two things by returning my luggage?

The intention is not luggage. Because it has no weight, it is difficult to lift and even harder to put down.

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Ning Que didn't know that the girl in white in Mochiyuan camp was shy and annoyed and was about to settle his shameful and annoyed emotions and memories that were not worthy of being told to others. If he knew the truth of the matter, he would definitely

Excited and nervously, he couldn't speak, because although he was running wildly away from the little ones, he still didn't have the consciousness of the big ones in his bones. Book zombie secretly liked himself? Oh my god, what's the difference between this and Sister Butterfly liked himself?

It’s still the Butterfly Sister who dances in tight pants!

Because he didn't know this, he was drinking tea in a tent in Tangying at this time, and he seemed particularly relaxed. After all, it was his own place. Both his spirit and physical body were given a real rest under the protection of a sense of security.

Unfortunately, he couldn't completely relax because he still had something very important to do.

At dusk, a military order appeared in the Tang camp. General Shu Cheng summoned various departments to gather and announced the results of today's temple discussions. At the same time, he discussed specific matters for the attack on the deserted tribes next spring.

The orders of the Central Army tent are a bit strange. The main force responsible for attacking the deserted tribe should be completed by the elite cavalry of the Left Court. Even the northeastern border troops of the Tang Empire would participate in the battle, but it was not the turn of these lieutenants and Shu.

General Cheng discussed the war because their qualifications were seriously insufficient.

However, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was as heavy as a mountain. Although the cavalry stationed in the royal court belonged to the Northeast Frontier Army, since the central army had orders, no one dared to disobey, accompanied by the dense footsteps, all levels of school schools

The lieutenant rushed to the central tent, and the patrolling cavalry were also drawn, leaving only the defensive forces outside the military camp.

Ning Que lifted up the curtain and walked east in the empty camp. When he arrived at a place about forty steps away from a camp, he stopped and reached behind his back to pull out the big black umbrella tightly wrapped in cloth.

That camp belongs to a general from the northeastern army of the Tang Dynasty. There is a very faint smell of herbs and blood coming from that camp. If it weren't for his agility in the five senses after his practice, I would probably not have smelled this smell at all.

"After so many days, I haven't completely stopped the blood. I really don't know how you survived."

Ning Que thought silently in his heart, his wrist trembled and the big black umbrella opened with a silence.

He held a big black umbrella and walked towards the camp.
To be continued...