Ten years later, the Chu State was the capital.
The shimmering light was wet and clear, and different light distances and mottles were projected on the door of the Nie family's house, reflecting the Lingling wave light. Even if the Nie family is just a mansion, they are decorated with splendor and grandeur, showing the noble status of the family.
There was a sound of gurgling water coming from somewhere in the backyard of the mansion, and someone quietly pushed the door in.
Behind the screen, a woman was sitting in the tub and pinching her shoulders. Her thin shoulders were covered with black hair. When she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, she shouted without looking back, "Tachi, come here. It's just right. I can't reach my back, so please help me."
Standing at the door, the man froze for a moment, then stepped forward a few steps around the screen, stepped on the wooden pier and picked up the soap towel that was placed beside him. He brushed away the woman's long hair scattered on his shoulders, but was suffocated by the sight in front of him.
The woman noticed the strangeness and looked back, her bright and beautiful face was as moving as ten years ago. The passage of time has not taken away half of her beauty, but Meng Qiqi now looks more charming than ten years ago.
Now she is already the most famous beauty in the world.
Just an old beauty.
In her early thirties, she has not yet been married, and has been hiding in Nie's house all day long and waiting to die.
"What's wrong, Xuanlie?" Meng Qiqi raised her hand and touched the man's head: "Are you scared by the scar on my back?"
Nie Xuanlie stretched out a hand to cover the raised scar on Meng Qiqi's back. At his age, his voice pretended to be cold: "Did you not hurt at the time?"
Meng Eqi was taken aback by his question.
How can it not hurt? Meng Qiqi woke up that day and learned the news of Sheng Jiayan's sudden death in the Jin Palace. He was so grief-stricken that he drew a sword and aimed it at his heart. The sword pierced through her body, and when Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen found out, Meng Qiqi had been lying on the ground for a long time. She was covered in white snow and dark red blood.
The injuries were severe, bleeding profusely and it took a long time to be discovered. Logically, he couldn't survive, but Meng Eqi was rescued after being carried to Langzhong.
Lang Zhongjianfeng deviates from her heart and lungs an inch, if it is an inch closer, it may die on the spot.
Meng Qiqi thought about it later and found it strange. She used to be a killer. She used to touch people's necks and can accurately insert weapons into other people's hearts, but she would make a mistake when she committed suicide
She was rescued, but she was unhappy all day, sitting by the window in a trance.
At first Xiang Dingchen and the others were afraid that she would not be able to think about it again, so several people took turns to stand in front of her. Until one day, Mo Chunfeng couldn't stand her like this, he pulled Meng Qiqi up from the chair and roared angrily: "Do you think you are the only one who wants to die? Dingchen and I don't want to die alone. In this world, death is much easier than life. If you want to die, you should die as early as ten years ago in the coup d'état! Dingchen and I have lived to this day, just to take care of you. Young master is desperate to save your life, But you have to use the rest of your life to find the dead and the living! If he knew about it, how disappointed and sad he would be?"
Mo Chunfeng pulled down Meng Qiqi's sleeve, her originally fair and fair arm was now covered with deep and shallow scars, Mo Chunfeng said with a heartache: "Qiqi, wake up! Sheng Jiayan is dead, no matter what you No matter how many times he sacrifices blood, he will never come back!"
Meng Qiqi raised her empty eyes to look at him, since her eyes were injured by Wei Zixi at that time, she could not cry anymore. At this time, she felt her eyes were hot, and she raised her hand to touch her cheek, but only touched a water stain on her hand.
She howled and rushed into Mo Chunfeng's arms.
"If he really died, why didn't he come back to see me? He was really cruel. Even his soul never came back. He never dreamed, and he didn't let me know if he was doing well or not. He lied to me... Sheng Jiayan lied to me..."
Mo Chunfeng hugged her tightly, and they both cried together.
He cried and scolded: "Auntie, Dingchen and I only care about you now. If you have anything else, I really don't have to live with him. I just hope you do well and stop doing those stupid things! "
Looking back on the past now, Meng Eqi's eyes are still wet.
She lowered her head and sniffed, then asked, "Don't you need to practice swords today? Brother Chunfeng is very fierce. If you don't practice well, he will hit your palm."
Nie Xuanlie snorted coldly, as if he didn't take it seriously: "I gave him a few skirts that he liked and let him wear them. Brother Chunfeng and Dingchen are very good at coaxing, and on the surface they look like oil and salt. If you don’t get in, you will have a lot of weakness. I think it’s not easy to get out?”
"..." This is what a ten-year-old can say!
"Qiniang," he called out, "Yang Shilang has come to propose marriage for his son again, and my mother has already gone to help you refuse. I heard that Cui Shilang's eldest son Wen Runruyu is a talent, why don't you marry?"
Meng Eqi looked at him with a smirk: "I'm a big man, you're all taking care of my affairs? Of course I can't marry, Qiniang is waiting for someone."
"who?"
Meng Qiqi turned her head: "I won't tell you, in short, he is a very important person. He will be unhappy when I get married."
"When will he come back?" Nie Xuanlie's brows were furrowed together. His sword-brow and star-shaped eyes had already begun to show his handsome silhouette. At this time, even his frown looked very good-looking.
"I don't know." Meng Eqi lowered her head.
It's not that Sheng Jiayan came back, it's when she died. Maybe wait until the day of death to meet again, and I don't know if Sheng Jiayan has waited for her.
"Nie Xuanlie!" Su He's voice came from the door, she pushed open the door and found her son, came up and grabbed his collar: "How many times have I been there, men and women must not be tired of Qiniang! You! Even if you are a child, you must avoid suspicion! Qiniang doesn’t scold you, but if you are going to beat you today, remember the lesson!”
Nie Xuanlie followed Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen to practice martial arts, and he had already had some skill. Nie Xuanlie was even more handy when dealing with Su He. I saw that he lightly released a golden cicada and slipped away from Su He's hand.
Su He stood behind him and stomped his feet angrily, Meng Eqi leaned on the tub and persuaded: "Forget it, it's just a child. When he is again, I hold him to bathe, and he may not have changed his habit now. ."
Su He sighed: "You can't be so used to him anymore, you'll be a big kid in two years."
"Understood," Meng Eqi stuck out her tongue, "I heard that you helped me prevent another marriage, thank you Suhe."
Su He glanced at her and said worriedly: "I'm not driving you away. You live in Nie's house and have delicious food, and I don't want you to go to another house. What if you are bullied? But Qiqi, all ten Years later, are you really going to never marry again for him? The son of the servant today is now a sixth-rank official in the court, and in a few years, I am afraid that he will be seated at the fourth-rank. Others are steady and honest. , there are not many concubines in the family, and they are fond of you and will never forget it. You must be married..."
Before she could finish her words, Meng Eqi, who was dressed, passed by her lightly.
"Qiqi! Did you hear what I said?" Su He shouted behind her.
"I can't hear if my ears are wet!" Meng Qiqi pretended to dig his ears, and ran to the courtyard to watch Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen teach Nie Xuanlie martial arts.
Nie Xuanlie's person is more like Nie Houye, when his eyebrows open, he will definitely be a handsome and extraordinary young prince of Chu country in the future. He will also marry the girl he loves in the future, and then give birth to a son early, and Meng Eqi will help him with the child.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly laughed. Nie Xuanlie looked at her and smiled at her, his face blushed strangely, and then he turned his face and danced the sword in his hand.
In this way, another ten years passed, and Meng Qiqi finally became a veritable old beauty.
Over the years, she has already remembered ten marriages that she has rejected. The son of that Yang Shilang had already worshipped the fourth rank, and the family was full of wives, concubines and children, and they lived a happy life.
Suhe passed away three years ago. She was in poor health. When she died, she was all shriveled and thin. The thing she worried about most before her death was Nie Xuanlie. She had only one son in her life. Nie Xuanlie was twenty years old, but she didn't want to get married when she died. As soon as the word "marriage" came to him, he looked for other topics to avoid it.
Until Su He closed his eyes, he couldn't see him getting married.
In the past few years, Meng Eqi has seen enough noble women for him. No matter how tall, short, fat or thin, he rejected them all. The excuse was that the man wanted to be in all directions, and he didn't want to be too rigid about his wife and children too early.
Xiaguang was just right on this day, and two people were fighting each other in the courtyard. The man in the purple robe had the upper hand, and after a while, he forced the other person to a corner.
Nie Xuanlie retracted the wooden sword in his hand, patted the dust on Xiang Dingchen's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Master, you can't beat me now."
Xiang Dingchen shook his head: "I'm old, I can't do what I want, and some tricks can't be used."
Nie Xuanlie nodded slightly and smiled, and he looked around: "Where's Qiniang?"
He is now an important official in the court, with a good army and a good general, and an important confidant that the emperor relies on. Nie Xuanlie didn't go home after a delay of more than a month because of the affairs in the courtroom, and now he hurried back to the mansion, but only wanted to see Meng Qiqi alone.
Mo Chunfeng drank wine and lay down in the sun. Hearing his question, he replied lazily, "Mr. Song, who teaches in a private school, is here again, and Qiqi went out to play with him. Jomo will be back soon."
When Nie Xuanlie heard this, he was about to leave the mansion to look for it, but he bumped into Meng Eqi and Mr. Song, the private school who brought her back, at the gate of the mansion.
Meng Qiqi was wearing a thin spring shirt and her hair was in a high bun. She has rarely worn such fresh and tender colors since that incident twenty years ago, and she obviously spent a little bit of thought in her outfit today.
When Nie Xuanlie saw the two of them, Meng Qiqi was smiling and talking to Song Yi about something.
"I'm bothering Mr. Song today." Meng Qiqi sent Song Yi away, and when she turned around, she saw Nie Xuanlie standing behind her with a complicated face.
"Xuan Lie!" Meng Qiqi smiled and raised her eyebrows: "Why are you back? Don't you want to stay in Luoyi for two months? Are you tired on the way? Are you hungry? I'll let the kitchen do it for you. Desserts I like to eat.”
"When did your relationship with Song Yi become so good?" Nie Xuanlie restrained himself not to ask, but he couldn't help it after all. This astringent and bitter taste in his heart was really annoying, and he even felt anger and jealousy. Nie Xuanlie was very irritated by this, and his tone seemed to be questioning.