Nightfall Chapter 203: Sing to the moon, waiting

Ning Que has been in Weicheng for many years, and naturally he understands the importance of Xiang Wanyuan.

This human war must be divided into two levels. The academy confronts the drunkard and the butcher, the sword sage Liu Bai, and the hidden master of the Dao Sect. The rest of the enemies need to be smoothed by the Tang Tieqi.

Datang Iron Cavalry is the strongest cavalry in the world. As long as you adapt to the battlefield conditions, you can directly push to death all the practitioners in the five territories. The situation before Qingxia cannot happen for the second time, because there will be no more Out of the second academy, those people in the back mountain of the academy cannot be found.

If Datang really agreed to the conditions of the Xiling Temple and ceded Xiang Wanyuan to the Palace of the Golden Account, it would be tantamount to breaking his arms and giving up his most powerful weapon.

In any case, Ning Que should not agree to this condition, but he knows the focus of Xiling Temple's negotiations, and even the real purpose of the alcoholic appearing in Chang'an City is Xiang Wanyuan.

The night hall was quiet and silent. Everyone, including the empress, was waiting for him to express his attitude, because at this time, the attitude of the academy was equivalent to that of Datang.

Ning Que stood up, looked at the officials and said: "Talk to the other party first, I will think about it later."

The matter involves Guozuo, no one can make a decision in such a short time.

That night, Ning Que returned to the house by the Yanming Lake, but did not find Ye Hongyu.

In the early morning, the sound of chickens and dogs started in the streets. Before the buns were opened, hot fog overflowed from the cracks in the door, and the morning breeze left them cold on the street and wet the bluestone slabs.

A new day is coming.

The imperial court continued to negotiate with the Xiling Temple delegation. According to the news from the palace, the temple seemed unusually tough. It was a little different from the previous day, especially when it came to cede to Wanyuan.

Ning Que understood where the confidence of the temple came from. He waved his hand to let the Tianshu official leave, got up and drank a bowl of porridge, came to the plum garden, opened the door and walked in.

Ye Hongyu likes to take a bath in the morning because she likes to spend every day refreshingly.

When Ning Que walked into her room, she had just got out of the bath.

The wet black hair was scattered on her shoulders, dripping from her hair, just covering her chest.

Ye Hongyu glanced at him, walked to the bronze mirror and started combing his hair, and asked: "It's decided?"

As she combed her hair, her black hair was combed from the front to the back, and she could see clearly in the mirror.

Ning Que asked: "What to decide?"

Ye Hongyu said: "Sign."

Ning Que shook his head.

Ye Hongyu saw his head shaking in the mirror, and his hand holding the comb was slightly stiff, and said: "I thought you had made a decision, so it was a little unpleasant, so I wanted to come to **** me."

Ning Que said: "Although you were born beautiful."

Ye Hongyu said: "Even if you think about it, it's not a beautiful thing."

Ning Que said: "At least I haven't thought about it."

Ye Hongyu said: "I am not wearing clothes, but you are staring at me. What are you thinking about?"

Ning Que said: "This is my home. In addition, in the wasteland swamp, I have seen you not wearing clothes."

Ye Hongyu asked calmly: "I haven't asked you before, is it good-looking?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said: "Your body is indeed very charming, but thinking about your ruling robe and the money under your skin, I have no interest."

Ye Hongyu got up and took the blood-colored ruling robe and put it on his body, and began to draw eyebrows at the mirror.

The ruling robe, which is a collection of sacred and cold aura, covers the delicate body like white jade, especially Ning Que knows that there is nothing under the robe, so it becomes more and more attractive.

She didn't wear those maidservants' dresses, because she was the judge at this time.

"Tang country cannot keep Xiang Wanyuan. The temple can make concessions to Wanyuan in any aspect, otherwise this battle against Tang will be meaningless."

She said as she threw her eyebrows.

Ning Que looked at the fine charcoal drawn lightly between her eyebrows, and said, "I don't live for..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Ye Hongyu said: "The people in the academy live for meaning, but more people live for meaning. The temple always needs to give the world an explanation."

Ning Que said: "I think the other conditions are enough."

Ye Hongyu put down the eyebrow pencil, took out a red rouge paper from the makeup box, looked at Ning Que in the mirror and said: "Then how does the temple confess to Haotian to himself?"

She gently pursed her lips, bright like red plums.

Then she turned around, looked at Ning Que, and tore the rouge paper in her hand in half.

"We all understand that after Tang Guohe Academy regains vitality, any agreement is just a piece of waste paper. We cannot let Tang Guo continue to grow stronger, so Xiang Wanyuan must belong to us."

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The Xiling Temple Mission is still tough. The Tang officials who participated in the negotiation are in a very passive position. I don’t know if a passionate young official has leaked the news. The details of the negotiations between the two sides are humiliating. The conditions of the Tang Dynasty gradually became known to the people of Tang Dynasty. Especially the two conditions of ceding Xiangwanyuan and Dongshan County made the people of Tang anger extremely angry. Has Datang ever suffered such humiliation for thousands of years?

From Beijiang to Chengjing, from Congling to Zhuque Street, Datang soldiers and civilians died in this war without knowing how many people died. They finally reversed the situation. They clearly did not lose, so why did they sign such a power-defying and insulting country? Peace treaty?

The whole city was in an uproar for a while, and the crowd was angry. The hawker is out of the mood, and the hot and sour noodle soup seems to be less flavorful. If you are not in the mood for anything, who can sit at home? I don't know how many citizens and students, and disabled soldiers who retreated from the front line, spontaneously came to the square in front of the palace.

No one made trouble, no one even made a noise. Thousands of people stood silently outside the palace, standing in the cold spring rain, standing in the middle of the night, and still did not disperse.

Thousands of people gathered together, but there was no sound. The silence outside the palace was an indescribable pressure for the people in the palace. Officials who knew the inside story were instantly older.

Many people are waiting this night, and some are doing other things. They are not without the anger of ordinary Chinese people, but because they have to start thinking about the future.

In the back mountain of the academy, Muyu walks in the clouds and mist on the mountainside with a wooden basket on his back. After a while, he takes out a small flag from the basket and inserts it in the mud or a crack in the rock.

The Cloud Gate formation is the big formation taught to her by the master, and it is an important barrier behind the mountain. When she was in Qingxia, there was no one in charge of the large array, and she was forcibly broken through by the head teacher of Xiling Temple, and she suffered extremely serious damage.

Although the subject is seriously injured and hard to recover, the two people, the alcoholic and the butcher, are like a new cloud covering the hearts of the disciples of the college. She must hurry to repair it, so that she can feel at ease.

The iron-strike room by the stream was still quiet. Senior Brother Six looked at the mountains and forest at night with a hammer on his head. A gentle voice came from the room behind him from time to time.

"One person has no distance or measure, another person may be almost immortal. It seems that as long as they don't enter Chang'an City, no one can kill them, but I always remember what the teacher said."

The big brother's fingers flicked gently in the yellow sand of the river and mountain, and he said with a gentle expression: "Except for Haotian, there are no omniscient and omnipotent people in the world. If this is the case, they will definitely be killed. , So we should start to calculate now, thinking that this is a very intensive work."

The four brothers said: "I would like to have a detailed discussion with my brother."

Yu Lian sat on the edge of the cliff, meditating, writing with her fingers in the wind from time to time. Tang Xiaotang widened the stone steps on the steep mountain road, and the blood-colored giant knife in his hand became more and more like a big iron rod.

The little white wolf lay boringly on the upper stone steps.

There was a sudden wind between the cliffs, and it went straight to the night sky to blow away the clouds, revealing the bright moon.

The little white wolf began to howl at the bright moon, but his voice was still tender, without any momentum.

Jun Mo stood by the lake, Zhang San and Li Si were welcoming the washing of the waterfall.

He is Wu Jian, and the big white goose is next to him, washing his feet with pool water.

The wolf howling of the little white wolf came from over the cliff.

The big white goose raised his head, glanced there with some contempt, bending his neck and singing towards the moon.

"Quack!"

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At this time, Ning Que was standing on the corner tower of the imperial city.

He looked at the bright moon in the night sky, looked at the dark but quiet crowd under the city, as if he had heard something, then remembered something and laughed.

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