In spring, the sun is shining; Longshan, far and near, a piece of green; horses, indulge in the open field; With the girl in his heart galloping on the top of Longshan, Yingkang was very happy in his heart at this time.
Life is nothing more than this, the pursuit is nothing more than this, if you can take your beloved to believe in the reins and indulge in the landscape, this life will be like this.
At this time, the seventeen-year-old boy Yingkang was taking the girl in his heart to run and run on the empty and vast Longshan Mountain, running, tirelessly, not sleepy, and he didn't even know what else he could do at this time Eventually, the horse got tired of running, gasping for air, and his steps became slower and slower.
At this time, Yingkang didn't know how far he had run, and he didn't know where he was at this time.
"There's a small river ahead, where are we going to sit down," Princess Ruoxi behind her said to Ying Kang.
"Okay" Yingkang rode down the hill and came to the stream.
Longshan is located in the arid zone of the northwest, as long as there is water, there is everything.
In contrast to the surrounding dry climate, the creek is rich in water and grass, and various small flowers dot the green meadows.
Ying Kang jumped off the horse, helped Princess Ruoxi off the horse's back, and then let go of the horse's reins and let his war horse graze by the stream.
After sitting all the way, Ji Ruoxi, the princess of the Kingdom of Qiu, had already had a sore back and a limp, and she was limping when she walked.
"Hahaha, hahaha, look how long you've walked and you're limping like this."
Ying Kang couldn't help but smile when he saw Ruoxi walking.
"Still laughing, still laughing, I don't know how to help me."
Although Ji Ruoxi is a princess, she is only a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and said with a blank look at Yingkang.
Seeing this, Ying Kang hurriedly stepped forward to help Ruoxi to a big stone by the stream, and then helped her sit on the stone.
After Ruoxi sat down, Yingkang also sat beside her.
"It's so beautiful here, it's really similar to the Weishui in our Guanzhong.
There are also flowers and grass, and look, there are still birds there.
Not far away, a small black and white bird flew by, making a "chirping" sound.
"That's the swallow, it's called Xuanniao to our Qin people, and it's also the totem of our Qin people."
Ying Kang looked at the little bird and said to Ruoxi.
Xuanniao For Ji Ruoxi, the princess of the Kingdom of Qiu, who has been growing up in Guanzhong, it may be the first time she has heard someone call a swallow a Xuanniao.
"Why do you want to call it a Xuanniao, and use such a small bird as a totem," Ruoxi asked curiously.
"It was a very early time, I heard that in ancient times, there was a girl named Nu Jiao, one day she was weaving, and she saw a "Xuanniao" drop an egg, so she took it and ate it.
After swallowing this Xuanniao egg, the girl gave birth to a boy, and this boy was named Daye, and he was the ancestor of the Qin people.
Ying Kang continued: "It is precisely because the ancestors of the Qin people are related to the Xuanniao that the totem of our Qin tribe has become a Xuanniao. ” "Oh, so that's the case, no wonder the country in Guanzhong looks down on you Qin people, it turns out that the Qin people and the country in Guanzhong are not the same ancestor from the root."
Ruoxi is a teenager after all, and she inadvertently told the truth in her heart.
After listening to Ruoxi's words, Ying Kang didn't blame him, after all, the Qin people have always been squeezed out by the Guanzhong countries, and it is not a matter of one or two times, he has long been used to it, "One day, I will make everyone look at the Qin people differently." ” Ji Ruoxi, who had been looking at the stream, turned around and looked straight at the young man who was basically the same age as herself with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"
"I said that one day I would let the Guanzhong countries look at us Qin people differently."
Yingkang repeated it again.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to make it."
Ruoxi thought about it, nodded lightly, and said to Yingkang.
At this time, Longshan was quiet, except for one or two bird calls in the distance, there was no sound; Princess Ruoxi took off her shoes, put her feet into the water, and made a splash little by little.
Ying Kang was stunned.
Beauty, good horse; Great view, good day.
"If I can live with such a beauty in this life, what kind of pursuit do I have for Yingkang," Yingkang said secretly in his heart.
After a long time, Yingkang said to Ruoxi: "Princess Ruoxi, I'll sing you a song." yes After listening to Yingkang wanting to sing for herself, Ji Ruoxi, the princess of the Kingdom of Qiu, looked at the black, black, red and red boy curiously again, "You can still sing" Yingkang's face flushed, and he became even more shy, "I can sing, but I can only sing one song." ” "I'll listen to what is sung."
Ruoxi's white face flushed, and she looked at the young man with fascination.
"Then I'll sing you a song about the neighbor," Yingkang said.
"Okay" Ruoxi stood up and stood on the stone, applauding happily: "Let me listen to your songs unique to the West." ” So Yingkang cleared his throat and sang loudly: There are cars next to each other, and there are horses and white bumps.
I didn't see the gentleman, the order of the temple people.
Han has lacquer, and Yu has chestnut.
See the gentleman, and sit on the drum.
The present is unhappy, and the deceased is old.
Han has mulberry, Xi has Yang.
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When he saw the gentleman, he sat on the drum spring.
The present is unhappy, and the dead are dead.
The empty mountains are silent, and only Yingkang's singing voice is long.
Wan Lai was silent, only Ruoxi's praise remained in the mountains and rivers.
Ying Kang sang it, and tears couldn't help but fall.
"Why are you crying" Ruoxi, who was still applauding Yingkang's singing just now, suddenly saw tears flowing from the corners of Yingkang's eyes.
"Do you know that this Che Lin was originally made for my father Qin Zhong, and it originally described the praise of my father after returning from the battle against Rongdi.
But the singing was still there, but my father was gone.
Before he died, he was separated, and every time I sang this song, I couldn't help but think of my father's tragic situation, and I couldn't help but cry.
Ying Kang said with a crying voice.
Ruoxi saw the turn, the girl's sympathy spontaneously arose, jumped off the stone, gently took Yingkang in her arms, patted him lightly on the back, and said softly: "I know your pain, but now everything is over."
I believe that the Qin people will come out of the trough and out of the dog hill under the leadership of your brothers, and finally realize your heart's wish. ” At this time, Yingkang did not have the heroism of the original Longshan War against Fengrong, and all that was left was the helplessness and dependence of a teenager.
Little by little, time passed.
The slanting sun on Longshan Mountain has turned into a setting sun, sprinkling infinite glow in this small stream.
Flowers have color and are in the most beautiful state; The river came to life and flowed happily into the distance.
The war horse had already eaten enough, and after rolling on the ground, he waited quietly by the stream, waiting for his master to gallop again.
I don't know when, Zhao Boyu and the maid rushed over, stood on the hill and shouted to Yingkang and Ruoxi at the bottom of the mountain: "It's not too early, if you don't leave, you will spend the night on the mountain today." ” Ruoxi let go of Yingkang, and the two sides glanced at each other, and they both blushed embarrassedly.
Ying Kang led the horse, followed by Ji Ruoxi, the princess of the Kingdom of Qiu, walked slowly up the hillside, and embarked on the road back to the Kingdom of Qiu with Zhao Boyu and the maid.
I have seen your happy look, and I have seen your sad look; I have heard the legend of your hero, and I have also experienced the helplessness of your crying.
I've seen your sadness, your excitement, your sorrow, your hesitation, and the budding heart in your heart.
The rest is in silence
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