Nightfall Chapter 17: A fairy tale by the fire

Chapter Seventeen Fairy Tales by the Fire()

The little boy with a tiger head and a tiger head stuck his head out from the princess Li Yu, looked there curiously, sucked his nose, and bury his head in her arms like Sangsang, with a small face Rubbing randomly, the nose on her face rubbed her clothes.

Li Yu took out the handkerchief and wiped the little boy awkwardly, without showing a trace of disgust on his face, then turned his head and said calmly to Ning Que: "Follow me after going to Chang'an. I will give you a good one. Future."

Ning Que had already guessed the identity of this barbarian boy, but he did not expect that the princess would love his stepson so much, especially the little act of wiping his nose, which made him feel a little bit about his highness. Changes, thinking about these things in my heart, the reaction inevitably slowed down, and then responded slightly, "Honorable Princess, I will go to the college admission test when I arrive in Chang'an."

Humans will hear many different meanings for the same sentence by following different interpretations. This sentence sounds like Ning Que is saying that he has no time to serve His Highness, or it can be heard as a tactful expression. Refusal, there is still a little pride in it: entering the academy will naturally have a future, and there is no need for His Highness to bother.

"Are you sure you can really take the admission test smoothly, and pass the admission test smoothly?" Li Yu looked at him coldly, and said, "Although I have chosen talents from the Tang Dynasty, this word is very good. Be careful, if you think that a talented person can find a place to display their talents, how can the former Mr. Liu be in the brothel I."

Ning Que looked at her delicate eyebrows and said earnestly: "I also understand this, so I hereby implore the princess to help me remove those obstacles that shouldn't be there. I just hope that I don't lose the opportunity to enter the college because I am poor. ."

Li Yu looked at him with undisguised suspicion, and was silent for a long time, wondering why this young soldier refused his bid so calmly and directly.

You must know that she is the most loved by the emperor and the four princesses of the Tang Dynasty. With Ning Que's status and status today, being able to come into contact with her so close is the blessing of eight lifetimes of cultivation. Replaced with something else Biancheng soldier, even if he is eligible to participate in the college admission test, he can be appreciated by her. Who wouldn't be touched and worshipped?

Long quiet, she said calmly: "I promise you because I owe you this."

After saying these words, she lost interest in talking with Ning Que, holding the little boy staring at the fire in front of her, her eyes gradually getting wet. At this time, the elderly Lu Qingchen next to the fire was meditating and recovering. The guards on one side had fallen into a deep sleep, and the night was deep in the forest, and occasionally the birds awakened by the stars made two random sounds.

Ning Que looked at the crystal clear water in her eyes in surprise, followed her gaze, only to find that she was looking at the body of the guards and the prairie barbarians piled up beside the road across the fire.

Thinking that she wiped the nose for the little boy before, and seeing her sadness for her subordinates at this time, Ning Que's impression of the princess changed a little, thinking silently that even if she is an idiot, she is still a human Sexual idiot.

Sangsang fell into a deep sleep on his lap, and he and Li Yu were the only ones with eyes open beside the fire. The two of them sat quietly. Suddenly the little barbarian boy got out of her arms, rubbed his eyes and said that he could not sleep to listen to the story. Li Yu looked embarrassed, thinking that he had listened to the story when he was young. Those stories have been forgotten a long time ago. How can the novels about talented men and beautiful ladies that I loved to listen to when I was young?

The little boy of the barbarian tribe didn't make much noise. He just looked at his nominal mother unwillingly and looked a little pitiful. Ning Que smiled and looked at the embarrassed Princess, and coughed slightly.

"The wheat is golden yellow, and the oats are green...The duck eggs burst one by one, and there is the largest egg but there is no movement... The mother duck looked at the big and ugly child, watching it in the water Liyou exulted and said proudly: Look, it is not a hateful spit chicken, it is my own child."

"But it's so ugly, no matter where it goes, it will be pointed out...The wild duck said, as long as you don't intermarry with the ducks in our clan, you will not have much to do with us."

"One night, when the beautiful sun was setting towards the western wilderness, the ugly duckling saw a group of big birds flying out of the woods. The ducklings had never seen such a beautiful thing. They were shiny white and had long necks. It is soft, spreading its beautiful wings and flying to a warm country."

"After a winter, the ugly duckling was surrounded by several big swans. It felt ashamed. It felt that he was so ugly. However, the big swan gently pecks its feathers... It suddenly saw itself in the pool. It's so beautiful...Spring is here, the sun is very warm, and the lilacs hang branches in the water in front of it. People watched it dance and sing happily, and shouted happily: Look at that beautiful one. Swan!"

Ning Que took a stick of firewood, drew random lines on the ground beside his feet, lowered his head and smiled and told a very old story. This story is so simple, yet so sad and so sad. Happiness, the little barbarian boy lay on the princess’s body and stared and listened. Li Yu himself gradually listened to God. Sangsang did not know when she woke up. She had heard it when she was very young, but she still listened quietly. Then, the childhood smile appeared on his face.

The night is getting deeper and the children after listening to the story finally fell into a sweet dreamland. After a long silence, Li Yu suddenly said: "Your story is too deep, Xiaoman can't understand it, but I still want to thank you. Thank you for reminding me of these things... I will treat him like that mother duck as my own child, and I will be proud of him. After returning to Chang'an, I will never let him be laughed at and discriminated by others. As for the future Can he soar into the sky like a swan... That can only depend on his own future fortune."

Ning Que scratched his head and smiled, and said: "Actually, I didn't think so much. This is a story I told Sangsang when I was a child. She always felt that she was dark and ugly and very low self-esteem, so I made up for her. Such a story comforts her."

"Anyway, this is a good story." Li Yu looked at him with a smile, and said, "The ugly duckling who is looked down upon by others, with his own efforts, eventually became a respected and loved white swan, which is very inspirational. "

Ning Que held Jiao Zhi’s hand slightly stiff, raised her head and looked at her seriously, and said, “You are wrong. This story will only make many people feel desperate, because the ugly duckling will not become a swan. ...It was originally a swan. Just like your Highness and the little prince in your arms, the real ugly duckling will always be the ugly duckling."

Li Yu quietly looked at the boy's face, thinking of this passage, and vaguely understood something in his heart.