[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 173)

Chapter 173 What is Love?

This question had been weighing on his mind for a long time, impossible to confide in any of his female friends.

It was alright to talk about it with a child…

Qing'er seemed unable to understand, asking, “Your heart is inside your own belly, can it really be deceived? Do you

kill people often? It doesn’t seem like it.”

Wu Yue knew she misunderstood and explained, “It’s just a metaphor, meaning I deceived you into loving me.”

Qing'er nodded: “I understand. So, in that case, you also deceived my heart?”

Wu Yue spat, “Nonsense! You trust me because you think I can rely on you…”

"You can't confuse feelings with those older girls ."

She asked blankly, "What's the difference?"

Wuyue patted her face and said gently, "Watching you bicker with Yehe, I think you're quite smart, but

most of the time you're just a silly girl. After all, you're still young and don't understand. Anyway, it's different."

Qing'er asked, "Then tell me, how do the girls who love you treat you?"

He briefly mentioned how Sister Beifeng, Big Sister, and Xiaohong treated him, without specifying any individuals, just

throwing them all together as if they were one person.

Qing'er asked again, "I once saw a poem on a painting: 'What is love in this world?' Can you

answer this question?"

Wuyue replied, "This poem comes from Yuan Haowen's journey to Bingzhou for the imperial examinations. On the way, he met a goose hunter who said, 'Today I caught a goose and killed it

. The one that escaped the net cried mournfully and couldn't leave, eventually throwing itself to the ground and dying!' He was moved by this, and the poem reflects his understanding. '

What is love in this world? It makes one willing to die for it. A pair of birds flying south and north, their old wings have weathered many winters and summers. Joyful moments, bitter partings , and among them, even more foolish lovers. You should have words to say, across ten thousand miles of layered clouds, a thousand mountains covered in evening snow, a lone shadow, to whom does it go? Along the Fen River road, the lonely flutes and drums of yesteryear. The desolate smoke still hangs over the plains. A poem to summon the

soul." "

What a lament! The mountain spirit weeps silently in the wind and rain. Even Heaven is jealous, unwilling to believe

that orioles and swallows alike turn to dust. For a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages, it remains for poets to come, singing wildly and drinking deeply, to visit the place where the wild geese fell."

Qing'er said, "I'm not asking about the poet's insights, but about the meaning of love."

Wuyue shook his head and said, "No one can give an accurate explanation for this. Everyone's understanding is different. In my opinion,

love is like a ghost that is both impulsive and irrational, always suddenly appearing without warning, making

men and women in the world as if under a spell, crazy and obsessed, behaving abnormally, doing terrible things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand..."

The image of his eldest sister's tall, strong, and fiery figure appeared in his mind.

Qing'er blinked and asked, "Then tell me, what should it feel like to love someone?"

"It should be a deep longing. When you're together, you just want to be with her all the time, feeling so happy

and joyful. You'll unconsciously search for her in a crowd. When you're not together, you unconsciously

think about her, and there's no joy left. Longing occupies your entire being, controlling all your actions.

Let me tell you a story. An elderly couple was nearing the end of their lives. Once, while eating fish, the old woman said, 'Because you like fish heads,

I've eaten the fish body my whole life. Now that I'm old, can you let me have the fish head this time?' The old man was

shocked . 'I thought you liked the fish body too, so I always pretended to like the fish head and

saved the best parts for you.' Holding hands and growing old together, that feeling is also a kind of realm..." He murmured, looking at the campfire flickering in

the cold wind , describing himself.

That "she" refers to Sister Beifeng, at least for now. The reason he was willing to abandon the comfort and ease of Fengyin

Palace and risk his life to travel thousands of miles to the distant Murong territory was not only for his own safety, but also

to see her as soon as possible, to see if she was awake, and to tell her that she was the most important person to him. Thinking of Lingti,

he added the last paragraph.

But feeling that he hadn't said enough, he continued, "Another respected elder once told me that love can make

people lose their minds and lose themselves. For the one they love, they can sacrifice everything, give their all, even their lives, and their words and

actions become involuntary... Alas~ Throughout history, how many infatuated men and women have struggled and wandered for love,

never finding liberation in their lives!" As he spoke, he thought of Zhou Shilong, and endless emotions welled up in his heart.

Qing'er seemed to suddenly understand and nodded, then said seriously, "So, I feel the same way about you

! Every time someone tries to drive me away from you, I'm so scared. I dream about you all the time, and every time

I wake up before I even open my eyes, I have to quickly touch you to see if you're still there, afraid that you'll disappear as soon as I open my eyes. I feel so happy every time

I feel you're still there. Wherever you go, I'll keep a close eye on you. For you,

I would never hesitate to do anything..."

After saying so much in one breath, she couldn't help but catch her breath before continuing, "During those days in the Hungry Wolf Valley when your life or death was unknown

, I couldn't find you anywhere ..." "I don't even want to live anymore. I felt the same way when my father passed away. I

stayed on that tree, constantly praying to Buddha for a miracle. If you don't appear, I will keep

waiting there. Before, my biggest fear was going hungry; now, my biggest fear is not seeing you."

He was somewhat moved, a surge of fatherly love welling up in his heart. He sighed, "You're a good child. I used to worry that

my future daughter would be like you, but now I only hope they can be like you. You're not wrong, this is indeed love, just

the love of children for their parents, just like my love for my father, understand?"

Qing'er asked doubtfully, "It's all the same love, so is there a difference?"

"Of course there is. When you grow up and have someone you love, you'll understand. Then you'll have two people

who love . And when you have children, you'll have many more people to worry about..." He was exhausted after talking for so long,

and weariness washed over him. These were the last words he spoke before falling asleep.

She stared blankly at Wuyue, who still wore a worried expression in his sleep, unblinking. She felt that he was hiding many

things in his heart, unwilling to tell anyone. If he didn't treat her like an innocent child, he would never have told her these things tonight.

He didn't understand that children who have experienced too much hardship mature early.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against his, her heart filled with happiness, and murmured to herself, "From a very

young age, I've been dealing with the fists and kicks of wicked servants and vicious dogs. My father died when I was five or six, and by six or seven, I could

outmaneuver human traffickers. What I experienced in one year is equivalent to what others experience in two years, perhaps even more. If I wanted to,

I could trick you into selling to human traffickers, and they would probably still be counting the money for me.

But you were right about one thing: human nature is inherently evil. It's precisely because I exploit the greed of human traffickers that I trick them..."

To earn more money, otherwise I would have been sold into prostitution last year. Don't think I don't understand anything. I

've said it before, I might be your daughter in your next life, but definitely not in this one…

Her words grew increasingly somber, eventually turning into even breathing.

The night deepened, and a howling wind swept through the snowdrifts in the backyard, raging with heavy snowfall. Apart from the

two , warming each other with their body heat, the frigid white world showed no

trace of life.

Just then, a faint rustling sound came, somewhat like the sound of wolves treading on snow, almost imperceptible…

Suddenly, a pale white figure rose slowly from the mountain of snow, drifting like a ghost towards

the east room. It passed by the window, the flickering firelight illuminating its face—a smiling face,

but only a smile on the surface. The large eyes held no joy, and the face was as pale as lead, appearing

mysterious and eerie.

The white figure's chest heaved, and heavy breathing echoed, as if it were taking deep breaths. Despite

the bitter cold , not a breath of air escaped from its mouth and nose!

Although Wu Yue had recently endured many hardships, it had never neglected its daily cultivation. With the aid of the Dragon and Phoenix True Technique, its power

had greatly increased. Wu Yue had been awakened by the white figure passing by the window, witnessing this extremely eerie scene. Startled, he thought,

"Isn't this the unknown smiling goddess statue on the left side of the main hall? It's clearly a stone carving, how can it move? It's floated into the back hall

?"

His first reaction was fear, but looking at the small, peacefully sleeping body in his arms, he didn't know where

the courage . He gently pulled his arm away from her. She would be terrified to see this!

He was a man, and this child trusted him so much. As long as he had a breath left, he couldn't let her suffer

any harm. He had to face it alone, no matter how terrifying the outside world was, even death!

At this moment, he forgot Qing'er's bedtime warning: never go out! In truth, he had never taken her

words seriously.

He rose, supporting himself against the wall, and limped towards the door. Looking outside, the white figure had vanished. From behind the snowdrift

came faint, eerie chanting and heavy breathing, intermittent and faint, like the chanting of ghosts in the underworld, or the weeping of a widow at night

.

Was she human or a ghost? Wuyue hesitated. No matter what, he had to go and see, but what about Qing'er? This

temple was strange in every way; no wonder she felt uneasy. Leaving her here alone wasn't safe…

After pondering for a while without a good solution, he finally climbed onto the snowdrift, dug out a suitable branch to use as a crutch,

and limped towards the snowdrift. He walked around the snowdrift along the dilapidated corridor, and suddenly a doorway appeared beneath the snowdrift,

emitting a bluish-green light. The white figure flashed and disappeared within the doorway.

Where did this doorway come from? Did it lead to the cellar? Why didn't Qing'er notice it last night? He thought to himself as he dragged

his right foot toward it. The door was small, requiring him to stoop to enter. After descending more than ten steps and turning right, he

came to a large hall. The walls, made of some unknown material, emitted a faint bluish light, but it was very dark, obscuring his vision.

He secretly regretted not bringing a torch.

As his mind settled and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he gradually made out a white, round platform nearly

ten feet On it were placed seven magical artifacts and other items, which appeared to be a shamanic altar. However, there was no priest

performing any rituals on it. Below the altar, there seemed to be many figures standing indistinctly.

He thought he was seeing things and quickly rubbed his eyes to look again. Sure enough, there were men, women, and children, all

dressed in white robes and wearing fur hats, likely the attire of the Jurchen people. There were no fewer than thirty or forty people in total, standing on the left and right,

leaving a passage in the middle. They all stared motionlessly at the altar, seemingly waiting for the high priest to come and

perform a ritual .

He was startled, then secretly relieved. With so many people present, the white figure he'd seen earlier must

have been human, not a ghost—perhaps a shamanic priestess? To be enshrined as a statue in the main hall,

she must be a highly accomplished high priestess.

He bowed to the middle-aged man closest to him on his right and asked, "Uncle, are you

waiting for the high priestess to come and offer sacrifices?"

To his surprise, the man didn't even glance at him, his face filled with piety as he stared blankly at the platform. He looked to his left;

men, women, and children alike were equally oblivious to his arrival. He had never encountered anything like this before. The

adults were one thing, but even the lively, noisy children were completely still and silent—it was quite

strange. It seemed these Jurchens were extremely devout in their worship; tonight's ceremony must include a ritual to invoke the gods, as even the children

dared not disrespect the spirits

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