Nightfall Chapter 24: Future, ours

Ning Que didn't answer this sentence because he didn't know how to answer it, but when Xian Zhilang mentioned Chao Xiaoshu and Li Yu and asked him to ask the following question, he lost a lot of psychological barriers.

"Your Majesty could not have known that you once led a horse for Queen Renxiao. I also don't believe in the rumors in the court, so I want to know what the **** is asking you to go to Lanke Temple."

Xian Zhilang looked at him with a slight condensed expression, and said, "All countries gather for Lanke. Of course, it is not just for the Yulan Festival...We still have to discuss the war with Huangren next year."

Ning Que frowned slightly, thinking about the continuous warfare in the wasteland in the past two years, and said in a puzzled way: "The Palace of the Left Account was ploughed by the deserter, and was weakened by the Allied Forces of the Temple and Xiahou. Now there is no power to **** back those grasslands from the wasteland...I can’t think of any reason why countries like Datang and Nanjin want to take action for the royal court of the Left Account, wouldn’t it be good to let the wasteland live peacefully on the wasteland? "

If you don’t involve the long-standing stories between Xiling Temple and Demon Sect, there is no problem with this passage of his words. As the saying goes, the dead daoists do not die, and the life of the left tent king’s court is miserable. If people do not continue to go south and affect the Central Plains countries, who would be willing to face that powerful enemy?

"For the Xiling Temple, they are unwilling to watch the deserted tribe have a beautiful pasture and thrive there, because it is very likely to mean the resurrection of the demon sect, and for the Central Plains countries, we are also afraid The reproduction of the deserted people is not controlled by the time of the extreme northern cold regions. The deserted people will give birth to a large number of children, and their children will also have children, so they will need more and more pastures, and they will leave the herdsmen in the royal court. We rushed to the south, and then there might even be a war with the Golden Tent King Court, so in the end? Just like a thousand years ago, the wild people who have regained strength will still fight my Datang Empire."

Xian Zhilang looked at him with a smile and said, "Since there will be a war sooner or later, why not make them weaker as much as possible while they are still weak?"

From an emotional point of view. Ning Que didn't have any reason to be hostile to Huangren, because his only teacher and niece was Huangren, and he was even less likely to be wary of Demon Sect like Daomen.

He said: "This may be decades or even hundreds of years from now."

Xian Zhilang said: "Even if it is thousands of years, it starts from this moment."

Ning Que admits that this sentence is very convincing, but still does not intend to change his opinion. He had been to the wasteland and knew that the seemingly barren wilderness was actually quite fertile, enough to feed many people. Xian Zhilang mentioned it thousands of years ago. The **** war between the Tang Dynasty and the wild people. In fact, the war was not because the two sides needed to fight for living space, but the mainland needed to re-establish a hegemony. So in his opinion, unless something abnormal happens, then Huangren has no reason to continue south.

The word "mutual change" just appeared in his mind. He suddenly thought of the dreams he had had and the two conversations he had with the master, and suddenly felt a little cold in his body.

Xian Zhilang noticed his strangeness.

The cabin is quiet, and only the sound of the lake beating against the ship’s side can be heard faintly.

Ning Que suddenly asked: "Do you believe in the invasion of the underworld?"

Xian Zhilang's expression was awkward, and immediately laughed at himself, and said, "Naturally I don't believe it."

Ning Que looked into his eyes and said, "Chang'an City has become colder than before in the past two years."

Xian Zhilang said: "When I was young, the winters when I fed horses were colder."

Ning Que said: "You know I didn't mean that."

Xian Zhilang said: "I've been on the west side all these years."

Ning Que said: "Why did the deserter move south?"

Xian Zhilang was silent, and after a long time he suddenly laughed and said: "The legend may always be a legend, even if it becomes true. It should be something that needs to be troubled in the legendary places on the second floor of your college. As an emperor, you don’t need to think too much. If there is a day when the underworld invades, as long as your majesty gives an order, Datang’s iron cavalry will naturally respond as it should."

This is the standard answer of Datang soldiers, Ning Que is not surprised. But he is one of the few people in the world. He heard from the master that the night comes from the north, so he must think more.

Especially when I think that the Lanke Temple Conference involves the use of soldiers against the deserted people, then the wasteland in the north will inevitably flow in blood in the next few years, and it will become more and more like the dream he once had. The chill that lingered around his body, which could not be dispelled, became more and more intense.

Xian Zhilang obviously wanted to have a long conversation with him. But Ning Que's current mood was a bit problematic, and because of inexplicable vigilance, he directly refused and walked out of the cabin.

Xian Zhilang walked to the window and watched Ning Que step off the warship and watched his figure walking along the lakeshore to another warship. His brows were slightly raised, and there were mixed emotions in his eyes.

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The Red Sleeve Zhao Song and Dance Company traveled with the official mission of the Tang Dynasty. Naturally, there were a lot of conveniences. Especially as Ning Que expressed his attitude, the girls were treated well and they were assigned a warship separately.

Where there are girls, there is lively, but today this boat is very quiet. The beautiful girls sit in the chairs honestly, looking at the nose and the heart, but in fact it is difficult to restrain their hearts. She was curious and kept looking at the two little girls who were talking.

Xiaocao took Sangsang’s hand, his mouth was very puckered, and it was very tall, like a duck looking for small fish in the reeds of Daze. He grieved and said, “I’m out of Chang'an for the first time. , Don’t you say stay with me, don’t you treat me as a friend?"

Sangsang has only three friends in Chang'an, the princess of Tang Dynasty Li Yu, the demon girl Tang Xiaotang, and the other is Xiaocao. Speaking of which, her three friends are very different in status and status, but she has never After considering these things, I treat everyone sincerely. At this time, Xiaocao complained, and she felt so sorry. She reluctantly explained: "Master likes quietness, I can't do anything."

"You are all engaged, where else is there a young master?"

Xiao Cao looked at her annoyed and said: "You have to understand your current identity, the old and young master screams, beware that the guy really calls you as a maid."

Sangsang thought that although he had booked a kiss, it was no different from the previous days. In the past few years, I have been familiar with the young master, and I am not used to changing the name again.

The girls in the cabin finally confirmed the guess in their hearts at this time, confirmed the identity of Sangsang, and guessed who the guy Xiao Cao said was. In addition to being shocked, it was also difficult to suppress the excitement.

As the saying goes, there are beautiful women in the generations, and the red-sleeve recruits have a lot of income, and it is easy to get out of the country. Therefore, the speed of replacement is very fast. Lu Xue’s group of people who are already married are married and work in business. Business. The girls who went to Lanke Temple this time were very young.

They have heard of the legendary stories about Red Sleeve. But I haven't seen it with my own eyes. It was only then when I saw that Xiaocao was so affectionate with the dark girl, I was shocked to confirm that the rumors were true.

Sangsang is no longer the humble little maid in the old pen studio. Even if the people in Chang'an didn't know that she was the heir of the God of Light, they knew that she had the closest relationship with the princess, and they knew that she was the lost orphan of Wenyuange Scholar Zeng Jing. Of course, the identity that made Sangsang most famous in the world was her relationship with Ning Que.

Ning Que's engagement with Sangsang is undoubtedly the most sensational event in the city of Chang'an in the past six months. One is a student on the second floor of the academy, a direct disciple of the Master, and a great scholar loved by His Majesty. One is the daughter of a scholar of Zeng Jing, a good friend of the princess, and a successor to the gods. Although it was just a simple engagement, there was still a lot of noise.

His Majesty the Emperor gave countless gold and silver jewels, and countless ministers personally attended the scene. For some people who did not know the inside story, the most shocking scene of the day happened when the Xiling Temple sent a high-level priest to congratulate and presented it like a family member. The moment of countless makeup boxes.

The brothers and sisters in the back mountain of the academy naturally have gifts too, but in Ning Que's opinion. He didn't even mention those very poor things, but he didn't expect that the master's handwriting turned out to be the most shabby one, and he didn't even bother to write a word like Jiaer Jiawu, and only gave a box of sweet pastries!

"That guy? Which guy?"

Ning Que walked into the cabin. Looking at Xiaocao, he said, "Auntie Jian treated you well, so she asked you to be the foreman. But don't rely on her to support you and want to climb on top of me."

Xiao Cao snorted, not ignoring him, but clutched Sangsang's hand tightly.

The girls in the cabin guessed his identity, and quickly stood up, saluted all the money, spent a few moments fascinating, secretly floating, thinking about the identity and status of this young man, especially the reputation of the great scholar , The autumn water in the beauty's eyes is getting chaotic, and the feelings are getting hot, quite eager to try.

Xiaocao looked at the chaotic field, frowned slightly and said: "Don't think too much, go back and ask the sisters in the building, who can get close to Ning Quezhen? Girls in Chang'an City are not allowed to receive him. This is the iron rule that Jane everyone sets."

This iron rule has long been a joke and anecdote in the red sleeve tricks and even the Changan brothel industry. The girls don’t know the truth, just thinking that they have already left Changan at this time, and they will spend many days with Ning Que. , Going on a boat trip on Daze, where I am willing to miss this opportunity, so my eyes are still hot.

Xiaocao looked at Ning Que and said helplessly, "You are all a wife, can you keep a low profile?"

"So please don't hold on to my wife's hand."

Ning Que walked forward with a smile, grabbed Sangsang's hand, and led her out of the cabin.

The sound of the lake waves gradually, the oil lamps in the cabin dimmed and the ink on the table swayed gently, and the warship left the dock and slowly sailed into the vast expanse of the lush.

Ning Que looked at the thin letter on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sangsang looked at the letter in his hand and said seriously: "This is ours."

That letter was left before Cui Shi left in the Yangguancheng Inn the other day.

The letter is very thin, with only two pieces of paper inside.

On one piece of paper are a few simple sentences, and the other is a five hundred thousand taels.

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