Great Blue Night Watchman

The dishes are on the table, home-cooked dishes.

Take a sip, the fragrance is fragrant.

There were a lot of intimacy and fights during the dinner, and the storms and games in the court seemed as light as smoke.

The grandma was holding the rice bowl and watching the young couple having fun there with a smile.

The topic also occasionally diverges, stemming from an invitation Qi Yao made to her grandmother, who she invited to the palace.

Grandma refused, and the reason for her refusal was a bit sad. Her husband was buried behind this house, and she was not alone here...

Speaking of her deceased wife, it should be a sad topic no matter how you talk about it, but grandma managed to interpret the sadness of this world into a strange sense of joy.

She has a Changchun constitution and her lifespan is surprisingly long.

Therefore, when she was young, she did not dare to marry. She felt that her and her husband's lives would be out of sync. What does that mean? When her husband is old, she is still young. When her husband dies, she will be a widow, and the widowhood time will be measured in hundreds of years.

So she rejected the marriage proposals of many people in the tribe. She watched with her own eyes that the young men who proposed to her at the beginning entered middle age one by one and entered old age on crutches. She watched their children and grandchildren fill the house with her own eyes, and looked at their children. Children and grandchildren grow old.

Watching the clouds rising and flying, the flowers blooming and fading, watching other people's bamboo buildings being built, and watching other people's buildings collapse, she always felt calm in her heart.

Until one year, an exiled official came to Dacang Mountain.

This official committed a crime and everyone in his family was beheaded. When he arrived at Dacang Mountain, he fell seriously ill, and his grandmother took care of him.

It was also during that time that a man appeared in Grandma's world for the first time.

After a long time, she also had this idea for the first time. Grandma is a woman from Da Cang Mountain. She is very straightforward. Her elders are no longer around, so the etiquette is naturally in vain, so she expressed it to this man very straightforwardly.

But that man is... is... how to express it? To express it in modern terms: a straight man of steel!

This steely straight man said that he was very grateful to his grandma for taking care of him, but she was a bit old at the time, almost sixty, and he was a man in his thirties. What he meant implicitly was that the female college student Three, he held a gold brick, but the woman was in her thirties, and he said he couldn’t hold ten gold bricks...

My grandma is furious, I have a Changchun constitution, what is it like now, what will it be like in thirty years, what about you? Thirty years later, when you are over sixty, my mother is still as delicate as a wild flower in the mountains. Thinking about the happy taste of the old cow gnawing on the tender grass at that time, do you think it is a loss?

That steely straight man went to see the wild flowers in the mountains every day. After watching them for half a month, he thought it was the same thing. Finally, he slapped his thigh and made things happen with her.

The man was a literary man who would recite poems and play the piano for her, and she would live a very happy life.

It wasn't until forty years later, when the man was over seventy, that he finally couldn't bear it any longer and left before her.

Do you know how this man behaved before he died? He laughed heartily: It was a big dream in Dacang Mountain, forty years after the romantic encounter! It’s not a loss, it’s really not a loss! The laughter stopped suddenly and he returned to the west.

Grandma stamped her feet and scolded, "You old thing has enjoyed forty years of love affairs. Of course you are not at a loss. You are so happy that you fly away. What should I do?"

I will stay a widow for you for hundreds of years!

These things are not Grandma's original words, but Lin Su extracted them from some of Grandma's narrations.

Although she really scolded her husband for leaving her, she never regretted her original decision.

Without this husband, she might not have been a widow for two hundred years, but she would never have touched the other side of life. She would not have known the beauty of flowers blooming and falling in poetry, let alone , dreaming back at midnight, touching the past will make people's blood throb quietly...

At some point, Lin Su and Qi Yao quietly held each other's hands.

Qi Yao's eyes were filled with infinite tenderness for some time...

Grandma's eyes, I don't know when, quietly shot to the back of the house. When she buried her husband, there was just a small dirt bag. She planted an evergreen cypress with her own hands. Now, the evergreen cypress has grown into branches and leaves. Mao, it is also more than two hundred years old...

Lin Su took a deep breath and broke the slight sadness: "Grandma, you have lived here for so long, you must know some things in the tribe, right?"

Grandma nodded and finally recovered her mind.

It has been three hundred years since she lived in Da Cang Mountain for three hundred years. She has been a bystander to every inch of land here and every change in this land. Naturally, she is aware of everything.

"There is a woman from the Yuan Department in front of me. I heard that she also found an official in the past. That official was the governor of Ningzhou, named Sun Yiyang. It happened about twenty years ago. Do you know her?"

Grandma frowned slightly: "You're talking about Meng Ji! This woman is not an ordinary woman. You guys, don't mess with her."

Meng Ji!

Yuan Ji’s mother’s name is Meng Ji!

This is the first time Lin Su has heard this name.

However, the second half of Grandma's words surprised Lin Su.

Qi Yao was also surprised. When she heard that Lin Su suddenly mentioned a girl from the Yuan tribe, she subconsciously thought of her childhood playmate Yuan Ji. Unexpectedly, he was talking about Yuan Ji's mother. Naturally, she also knew that Yuan Ji's mother was a dream. Ji, but she didn’t know what kind of person Meng Ji was, and grandma meant that Meng Ji was extraordinary!

"Grandma, what kind of person is Mengji?"

"Although Meng Ji belongs to the Yuan tribe, she grew up on the head..."

Lin Su's heart suddenly shook, and her head!

The head of Da Cang Mountain has never been a good term in his mind...

Grandma continued...

At that time, Dacang Mountain had not yet been merged, and seventy-two divisions were running in parallel, with the head at the head.

Mengji was born in Yuanbu, but she has been very thoughtful since she was a child. She knows the weight of the head, so she entered the territory of the head as a five-year-old child, recognized a foster father, and settled in the head from then on. .

When she grew up, she was extremely beautiful, and many young heroes from the Seventy-Two tribes in Cangshan surrounded her. However, her ambitions were very lofty, and she did not show any disdain for the young men in the tribe.

Instead, Sun Yiyang, who was the governor of Ningzhou at the time, was selected.

After becoming Sun Yiyang's concubine, she gave birth to a daughter for Sun Yiyang. This daughter Yaoer was very familiar...

Qi Yao nodded: "Yuan Ji!"

Grandma smiled faintly: "Yes, it's Yuan Ji! After she gave birth to Yuan Ji, she started her big plan. Her original intention was to use Sun Yiyang's power to merge the seventy-two tribes of Cangshan, and she would be the leader of the seventy-two tribes. The head of the department, however, she underestimated Sun Yiyang. Sun Yiyang was willing to promote the merger of the seventy-two departments, but he was not optimistic about her. Do you know who Sun Yiyang finally chose?"

Lin Su and Qi Yao looked at each other and understood...

"Yes, Sun Yiyang chose King Nan! Your father!"

A dusty historical event from twenty years ago slowly unfolded in Grandma's narration...

Sun Yiyang chose Nan Wang.

Meng Ji became angry from shame.

After that, she did something, and it was this thing that made her grandma completely disappointed in her...

"What's going on? Grandma?" Qi Yao was shocked. She had been friends with Yuan Ji since childhood and was familiar with Meng Ji, but what Grandma said today was completely beyond her expectations.

Grandma sighed softly: "After your father was crowned king, she actually used very despicable means to seduce your father!"

"Ah?" Qi Yao was shocked.

"Fortunately, your father still has your mother by your side! Your mother is Lan Xinhui, and she is not an ordinary character. So I said, I like your mother not only because your mother is clean and pure, but also because she quietly Resolved a crisis sweeping Da Cang Mountain."

Qi Yao is extremely proud, mother, I don't hate your cleverness anymore. Although your cleverness has thwarted your daughter's small plots time and time again, your big plots have benefited the entire Dacang Mountain...

Lin Su's heart was filled with big waves...

He would never have imagined that Yuan Ji's mother would be such a person.

And he also has a terrible guess...

Yuan Ji's father was killed more than ten years ago. Is Lei Zheng and others really the only murderers? Could there be some push from her mother? Logically speaking, it is impossible for a woman to murder her husband. However, this woman is obsessed with power and has grown up in an environment like her head. Who can guarantee that she will not?

Because the time of Sun Yiyang's death was a bit too coincidental...

If Meng Ji is still behind the death of Sun Yiyang, then Yuan Ji would be too sad...

She traveled thousands of miles to avenge her father because of the look her father gave her when he died. But was that look really just a last resort for her? Could there be a silent accusation against her mother? At that time, she stood with her mother and watched her father beheaded...

Thousands of words flowed through his heart, and Lin Su sighed softly: "What about the future?"

"There is no future... After the failure to seduce your father, Meng Ji took her daughter and left Da Cang Mountain and never came back."

"That's not right...Grandma, wasn't Yuan Ji still in Yueling at this time last year?" Qi Yao said.

"I've also heard that Meng Ji has never come back, but Yuan Ji has come back once. It seemed to be around this time last year. It was only more than a month ago, and grandma didn't pay much attention to it..."

Lin Su was slightly startled...

Yuan Ji only has one month to return to Yueling!

In just one month, I actually bumped into him. Isn't my luck a bit too good?

The gossip was almost finished, and there was not much food left. Grandma got up and picked up several vegetable jars that had been prepared, which contained pickled dried radishes.

Qi Yao took the jar, put it into a storage bag, hugged grandma on the shoulders, and said, grandma, please take care of yourself.

Grandma smiled. Don’t tell me to take care of yourself in the future. Grandma has such a constitution. Grandma herself hates it. Even if she doesn’t get sick, she doesn’t age. I have tasted everything now, but I have never tasted old age and illness. Sometimes it’s really true. I really want to try it...

Qi Yao and Lin Su smiled at each other and left Grandma's hut. Grandma stood in front of the house and said goodbye to each other with a smile.

When they reached the stream outside, Qi Yao suddenly hugged Lin Su's waist.

"What's wrong? Do you feel anything?" Lin Su gently stroked her hair.

"Ms. sir, I'm very happy, really!"

"Why?"

"You and I met at the best age, and you and I are both practitioners. Our lifespans will be very long, and we won't be like grandma..."

Yes, grandma's greatest sorrow is that she has not found a person who is on the spiritual path. If the person she is looking for is a Taoist person, she can have a life span of three to five hundred years, so why would she stay a widow for two hundred years?

However, things in the world are not perfect. How many cultivators can bring her such romantic feelings?

Qi Yao was blessed. She raised her face and said, "I am the happiest. My husband-in-law can live hundreds of years with me. My husband-in-law is also a literary genius, the kind that makes people's hearts flutter. I’ve taken advantage of everything!”

"So? A kiss?"

"Well..." Qi Yao stood on tiptoes and put her lips up...

The scene is frozen!

The two passionate people did not notice that there was a dark shadow on the top of Da Cang Mountain, watching all this quietly...