Nightfall Chapter 15: Take care (below)

The flames lit up behind Ning Que, leaving a clear concubine on the wall in front of him.

There is a small table on the wall of the city. The stove on the table is burning with silver charcoal, and no smoke is produced. The soup in the copper pot is boiling, and some vegetables and meat are displayed next to it, and the warmth is gradually rising. A Tang Jun placed the prepared dipping saucer in front of the bowls and chopsticks, looked at him and asked: "Sir, do you want to drink tonight?"

"Hmm."

Ning Que has been living on the wall these days, eating and living like this. He has long been used to eating in the rustling autumn breeze, and only hot pot and fine wine can add warmth to him.

The extremely plump beef and mutton is immersed in the white, thick but not greasy bone broth, and it is cooked at a speed visible to the naked eye. As soon as the aroma is about to overflow, it is pressed down by the leaves of the vegetables next to the pot.

Ning Que sat at the table and began to eat. He didn't have any guests. Naturally, he didn't need to talk, he didn't have any companions, and he didn't have to drink orders. Although the ingredients were delicious, he was silent and lonely.

Although the night banquet is lonely, the wine is the strongest double steaming. The dishes are the delicacies delivered from the palace. Those spitting aromas float up with the steaming heat in the copper pot and pass over the city. Condensed by the chill of the autumn night, falling towards the world under the city wall, passing by the city wall with mottled wind and rain traces and old and new moss, passing by an eagle's nest, the young eagle in the nest opened his eyes and looked around blankly. Then it floated down to Suzaku Avenue and got into the noses of the few pedestrians on the night street.

In that year, when the master entered Chang'an, the southern section of Zhuque Avenue was basically destroyed in that tragic battle. Afterwards, it has been rebuilt for several years. Finally, it has restored the prosperity of the year, but after all, it is a newly built building. After all, the smoke and flames that can only be accumulated after a few years seem a little cold.

Supper hour has passed, Zhufang City on both sides of Zhuque Avenue is also very quiet at this time, but compared with the coldness on the main street, those houses are not deserted. You can hear chess pieces falling on wooden boards everywhere. The sound, the sound of a porcelain bowl falling on the edge of the stove, and the sound of a woman beating and scolding a child were very lively.

In the autumn night of Chang'an City, the real lively place is naturally not these private houses. There are several round tables on the terrace of Songhe Tower. I don’t know who the young master stole the silver from the tent, where to entertain himself. After all, his companions are young people. They are not in the world and naturally don’t know much about wine. They are not masters. They can’t drink how much water is mixed in the wine. They are so drunk that they have forgotten how they should be at home tomorrow. explain.

The excitement in the Red Sleeve Trick is not the same as the hot lot of Songhe Tower. Officials and businessmen who don’t know their children sneak out of the palace to play, sit at the wine table by the bar, with an air of self-confidence. The atmosphere is lively but no one makes noise. In the graceful song and the spinning skirt, only the first half of the word "lively" is taken.

Compared with the folks, the atmosphere of the imperial court is naturally much more serious, especially the brightly lit small buildings in the meadow. Depending on the situation, it will probably stay on until early in the morning, and dozens of Tang Jun rushes between those small buildings. Passing on the information from all parts of the frontier and all states and counties, urging for approval.

Xiling Temple has begun the pace of war. Although the war has not been officially ignited and has not yet burned to the border of Datang, the Military Department of Datang has entered a state of war, full of tension and solemnity. My hot tea has been changed for an unknown amount of water, but no one eats the cake next to it.

The most important decisions cannot be made by the military alone. They need to go through the palace. The generals cannot sleep. Naturally, there are many people in the palace who cannot sleep, from the Habayashi army to the guards and from the **** in charge of the Imperial College to the responsibility. The maids of tea must follow along.

Compared with the previous year. There are two more banners on the wall of the Imperial Study Room. The two banners are written by different people. The standards are very different, but they are equally important to the current palace. It is Yuyuehua Open two posts.

His Majesty is no longer young, but he is a teenager after all. The academy does not allow him to stay up for a long time. He has already fallen asleep at this time. It is Li Yu who is reviewing the memorial in the Imperial Study Room.

Her face is still so beautiful, but because she has lived in the deep palace for a long time and rarely sees the sun, she looks a bit too pale, and a bit thinner.

She looked at the memorial and the political documents of the counties intently. After looking at it for a long time, she felt a little thirsty. She reached out to serve tea, but knocked over the bowl. Only then did she discover that the bowl was not tea, but the previous The white fungus soup sent by the maid.

The white fungus soup is a bit thick and falls on the memorial, which is easier to clean up.

The soup in the copper pot also overflowed on the city wall, and it touched the hot pot wall, making a sizzling sound, and was quickly steamed to dryness, leaving gray stains, some dripping along the legs of the table Down, fell on an iron arrow.

Ning Que ignored it and continued to eat delicious lamb, fat beef, and drunk mellow spirits.

He eats very slowly, because he has to sit on the wall anyway, so it's always good to find something to do. It was just a meal. No matter how slow it was to eat, there were times when he put down his chopsticks. Several Tang Jun came forward to clean up the table, leaving the pot of wine and a plate of side dishes.

He took the handkerchief out of his arms, wiped his mouth, wiped the table, finally picked up the iron arrow, wiped off the hot pot soup on it, and put it on the bowstring to make sure he could shoot at any time.

He looked to the south again, in the direction of Lin Kangcheng. The alcoholic hadn't become bright before, so he would never have a chance to see him again tonight, but he must keep watching.

Up to this point, he didn't know what happened in Linkang City, but he knew that Liu Yiqing should be dead, because Big Brother couldn't take action because Liu Yiqing wanted to die.

Ning Que spilled wine on the ground as a memorial service.

Liu Yiqing is dead, but the alcoholic is not dead, which is a pity.

But it doesn't matter, if he failed to kill tonight, he can always kill him.

The drinking water wet the ground, and the blue bricks of the city wall turned black, so the moonlight was lined up whiter, like frost. Then he noticed that the moon tonight is not very round, but very bright.

The bright moon shines on the world.

Taking care is just watching, just taking care.

Ning Que filled his glass of wine and said to the bright moon in the night sky, "Teacher, please continue to look at us, we will continue to look at this world on your behalf."

In the far south, Linkang City was in chaos, and there was fire everywhere, except that there was no sound before a gate of the imperial city that had been turned into ruins, and it was quiet and palpitating.

The alcoholic said: "The question is, how long can he watch Ning Que?"

Big brother is silent, no one can keep watching.

The alcoholic looked at him blankly and asked, "And besides you, who can let him see me?"

Listening to these words, the big brother's expression changed slightly, and he begged: "Please don't."

The green shirt is not wet and the hip flask is not opened.

Where the wind rose, the alcoholic figure disappeared.