Nightfall Chapter 108: Tear the old paper and return to Beijing (Thirteenth)
The road home is always so long, and there are always obstacles.
When the queen and her party arrived at the post station in the north of Chang'an City, they were stopped again. This time it was not the eunuchs who stopped them, nor the army, but more than a dozen gray-haired ministers.
The old ministers knelt in front of the carriage of the empress empress, and passed the decree on behalf of her majesty and Jian Guo, asking the empress not to enter the city for the time being, and to live in Xishan Palace.
Looking at the scene before her, Ning Que couldn't help admiring Li Yu a little. In the past few years, many old ministers died of illness, and I don't know where she came to find out the ministers of old Degao whose body was like rotten wood. Among the veterans kneeling on the ground, he even saw the former teacher of the Sixth Prince.
The old ministers are always in tears, and their white hair trembles with the autumn wind. It really makes those who see it sad, and those who hear it weep. They talk about the dangers of the world and the difficulties of the country. They come from the bottom of their hearts and speak their hearts.
The commander of the Northern Army cavalry who was responsible for escorting the queen and her party was in trouble. These elders did not do anything, and did not ask for a will. They just knelt in front of the convoy. They couldn't really slash each other.
Ning Que didn't care about this, and walked over to the old men.
At this time, the people in Chang'an City already knew that in addition to the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army, Ning Que, the thirteenth gentleman of the Academy, escorted the empress and the sixth prince to the south.
The tragic experience of Duke Chen on the Liangxiang Stone Bridge proves that Ning Que's heart is like a stone, cold-blooded and ruthless, and will not be restricted by the red tape in the court, so watching him come, those who are crying and admonishing The Queen’s elders were shocked, and even stopped crying.
The first elder, whose surname was Wei Mingjiechen, was the oldest and the oldest. He was invited by his Majesty three times last year before returning to Chang'an City to take over the official post left by Jin Jijiu after his death.
Old Wei Jiechen sacrificed wine, stood up, looked at Ning Que and scolded: "What are you going to do?"
Ning Que said: "I did a lot in Liangxiang, the old man doesn't know."
Old Jijiu took a piece of paper from his sleeve. She spread it out carefully like the rarest treasure, raised it in front of him, and said seriously: "Look at what is written on this?"
That piece of paper has already turned yellow. I don't know how many years of history it has.
There is a line written on the paper.
"The disciples of the academy are strictly prohibited from interfering in government affairs."
Ning Que found it turned out to be the teacher's handwriting, and was startled slightly.
Old Jijiu sternly shouted: "Seeing Master Tielu, the disciples of the college don't kneel down yet!"
Ning Que glanced at him like an idiot.
When the old Jijiu saw that he was not moving, his face became very ugly, and he said, "Don't you dare to disobey the order of the teacher!"
Ning Que reached out and grabbed the yellow paper. Swish twice. It was simply torn into four halves, then rubbed into a ball, and threw it into the paddy field beside the official road.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Even the empress in the car. All were surprised and speechless.
"The disciples of my college, the best thing is to disobey the orders of teachers."
Ning Que looked at Old Jijiu and said.
Where did Laojijiu have seen such a madman, trembling with anger. Pointing his finger at his face, he said in grief: "How can Datang have a person like you without a teacher! It's really annoying old man!"
"I just tore up teacher Zhang's handwritten notes. The man in the palace had changed his father's will. Why didn't you see Old Jijiu? You are mad? Or is it that you are mainly angry? Don’t have Lao Tzu’s ink pen? I’ll bring you a copy from the academy in two days if I want, or I can write one myself. My handwriting is better than that of the teacher."
Ning Que said calmly, without any mocking expression on his face.
However, the more so, his words became more acrid.
Old Jijiu retracted his finger. He clutched his chest, gasped in pain, and said intermittently: "You villain! Even if the dean is in the sky, he won't spare you as an evildoer."
Ning Que shouted: "That old guy threw us down and went to the sky. Do you think he can manage me? You have the ability to call him down from the sky. I thank you for the rest of my life."
"Enough."
The queen said in the carriage: "Don't embarrass the old man. Didn't you see him physically uncomfortable?"
Ning Que said calmly: "Then hurry to death. It won't be uncomfortable if you die."
In an uproar.
The officials were angry and stood up with their old bodies, holding on to the crumbling old Jijiu, and repeatedly rebuked them, not knowing where to learn their temper. He would rather die than let the queen's carriage pass.
Ning Que dropped his hand on the handle of the knife.
The queen suddenly said: "I am resting at the station for a day."
Ning Que understood what she meant and said, "Then I will enter Chang'an City."
He turned on his horse. Ready to leave.
The court can use various methods to stop the Queen Empress from returning, but no one, any method, can stop him.
Seeing the irreversible power, the old officials stood by the side of the road and scolded him for being cruel and ignorant of the overall situation.
Ning Que stopped his horse and turned to look at these veterans, and said, "My coldness, the world has not seen it yet. Take care of your body. You will see it slowly in the future."
The army of Xiling Temple has already arrived at Qingxia.
The seven masters have already come before the western army commander camp.
The iron cavalry of the King's Court of the Golden Tent continued to go south.
The eastern frontier of Datang is about to become scorched earth.
It's the time when the storm is shaking.
Ning Que carried a Pu knife on his back and a wooden box.
Went into Chang'an City under the setting sun. (Note)
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The Imperial Study Room is the most familiar place in Ningque.
He looked at the paperweight on the case table and found that there were some cracks on it. Put the wooden box on the case table, patted it, and said: "Your Majesty, we are back."
In this room, he saw his Majesty’s writing of the flower blooming on the other side of the sky, so he wrote the five words for the sea at this moment, and from that moment on, he had a very close relationship with this palace.
Chang'an City is the Shocking Array.
This great formation was handed over to him by Master Yan Se, but in fact it was also the meaning of His Majesty. It is related to the safety of the country. Of course, the king of a country must make the final decision.
In other words, long ago, His Majesty entrusted Chang'an City and Datang to him.
In the past few years, Ning Que has been growing continuously, but there is still a long way to go before he can withstand this heavy task.
He thought he had a lot of time, but he didn't expect that the Master would go first, and then his Majesty would leave so suddenly, so this important task came to his shoulders ahead of time.
The door of the Imperial Study Room was pushed open.
Li Yu walked in, his face a little haggard.
She looked at the wooden box on the case table and knelt down slowly.
Ning Que stood by and looked at her quietly.
I don't know how long it took, Li Yu stood up, his eyes were reddish, and he looked haggard and tired.
Ning Que said: "If your Majesty is still alive, he must be very disappointed in you."
Li Yu smiled slightly, with a sad smile, and said: "What about you? Are you disappointed too?"
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(Note: This paragraph is Gu Long. It seems that every book I have will have such a scene. The male protagonist will always carry a box or a box into a certain city. That is the murderousness of a life and death battle? Then, There are still today.)
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