Nightfall Chapter 173: No worries and pity
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 173, No Sorrow and Pity
"The people in Weicheng can still receive money to this day, and they know how to pity the little girl Sangsang, so in the future, he will respect you and Xiao Mo, and he will have a sense of belonging to the college. "
The master turned around to look at Ning Que who was in a coma, smiled and said, "Of course these are trivial things, but I think it might affect this child's future choices.
Hearing Sangsang's name, the big brother frowned slightly, but he didn't get rid of it, but suddenly said, "If you get out of the mud but not stain, I always remember the words in the teacher's Ailian's words. "
The master stopped, turned to look at his favorite big apprentice, and said slowly: "That article was originally written for you."
The big brother bowed his head and said: "Students are not ashamed to be."
The master said: "There is no perfect person in the world, but in terms of morality, you are stronger than me, stronger than your little uncle, and stronger than everyone I have seen in countless years. Things, but you don’t do well and think badly, it’s not as good as Jun Mo."
Listening to the teacher's criticism, the senior brother was silently taught, but said: "The **** umbrella behind the little junior brother, I am afraid that the people of the Buddhist Sect have already seen some clues and have to be cautious."
The master looked at him quietly, and suddenly flicked his robe sleeves, as the dead leaves flew on the street and went straight to the quiet and clear night sky, as if to leave some way behind the stars.
"I haven't found the underworld, let alone Mingjun?"
"None of Mingjun was found, let alone the son of Mingjun?"
"I feel sorry for that little girl, let alone this fool."
The master looked at Ning Que, who was still unconscious, and smiled.
Then he calmly said: "In the past, I said that for things that the world cannot understand and cannot confirm, no one is qualified to make judgments in advance, let alone eliminate some bad possibility. The development of any possibility is cut off, because alive is a collection of countless kinds of possibilities."
The elder brother thought about the arguing with his younger brother at the back of the college that night, thinking about the words at the time, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten the teacher’s teachings. I don’t know whether it was because Ningque was too tired or the heart was shocked too much. Suddenly sweat rained, soaking that old coat on his body.
"Teacher, I was wrong."
The master smiled slightly and turned forward. The big brother carried Ning Que behind him. At the end of winter, in the alleys of Chang'an city, a teacher took the two most beloved students of his life and walked calmly. But I don't know where it will eventually go.
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In Chang'an city late at night, more than 9,000 lights have been extinguished. Except for the lights on the walls of the palace, only the lively gambling houses and brothels of Xicheng are still on. There are many ministers and wealthy businessmen living in the southern city, and the gates are strictly controlled. It was dark, but there was still a mansion with lights tonight.
In Wenyuange University Scholar's Mansion, Mrs. Zeng Jing kept wiping her tears while sitting on the stool in the study. The expressions of distress and pity on the well-maintained face were often clear.
Master Zeng Jing looked at her with a sigh, and said, "My daughter has been taken back to the house, why are you so sad, madam? It's still a bit strange now, and after a while, I can always shout that mother , Don’t be too eager."
Ms. Zeng Jing looked up at him sadly and said: "I don’t understand this truth, do I have to force my daughter to do what I want today, I just think she has suffered too much these years, and mothers always feel that Sad and guilty, especially when she looks like this now, she can’t help crying."
University Zeng Jing asked slightly differently: "What happened to her?"
"The small building where she lived in Jingmin Garden was originally equipped with four big girls, four small girls and eight girls. Who knew that when I went there, I found that those eight girls were all driven out by my daughter and entered the building. I asked, what do you think your daughter said? She actually said that she was only used to serving people over the years, not being served by others."
Ms. Zeng Jing said, her eyes flowed down again, and she looked at the academician and said: "How do you think this makes me a mother listen to my heart? And don't hide it from me, I know yesterday Why did you hesitate at that moment? Didn’t you just worry that the empress wants to win over the college, so you don’t want your daughter to completely break the relationship with her master who killed a thousand swords."
Zeng Jing thought about the observations made by the butler in private, and her perception of Sangsang was a little better. Although this daughter who has not seen him for many years is not very talkative, it seems a little unpleasant, but in fact it is calm. People, well-educated. He nodded and stroked his beard, thinking about the Queen’s confession. After a moment of silence, he said: "After all, it is your own flesh and blood. No matter what the Queen’s mother thinks, she will never leave us again. Don’t worry."
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hoofs on the street outside the Academy. The academy was very far from the gate, but at this time, it was so quiet at night, the sound of hoofs seemed so clear and even a little thrilling.
The scholar of Zeng Jing frowned slightly, stood up and looked out of the study.
Following the intensive footsteps, the steward of the Bachelor's Office respectfully brought an **** into the study.
Zeng Jing looked at the eunuch's face, frowned deeper, waved away all his servants, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the eunuch, opened her mouth but said nothing.
The study is quiet.
Zeng Jing thought it was the empress who asked her daughter about her return from the old Bi Zhai, and thought a lot of excuses in her belly, but before he could speak, the **** smiled and said, "Master Zeng is your majesty's will. "
Zeng Jing suddenly realized that it was Duke Lin who came, and then she was puzzled. Since the beginning of the Apocalypse, the Tang Dynasty has been in good weather, the government is clean and the people are safe. There are very few such late-night urgent matters. Even if there is something on the border, press It is impossible for your Majesty to send an **** to summon his civil servant into the palace, and he actually sent the **** chief who is the most useful in his palace and the highest rank.
Lin Father-in-law did not give Zeng Jing more time to think, and said softly: "Your Majesty is very pleased to know about the reunion of the father and daughter of the university scholars, and I will probably have relevant plans tomorrow. I will come to the adults first to congratulate them." /
Dao Xi doesn't have to come late at night, Zeng Jing knows that there must be something to do with this purpose.
Sure enough, Grandpa Lin continued: "It's just that Sangsang is still Ningque's maid in the household registration. To prevent people from talking, your majesty asks the scholar to send her back to Laobi Zhai first tonight."
Zeng Jing's face was faintly angry, thinking that your Majesty’s will is completely messy, where is the dismantling of the flesh and blood, and said in a deep voice: "I want to enter the palace to meet your Majesty."
Grandpa Lin seemed to have guessed that he would react this way, so he was not surprised, and walked two steps forward to reach his ear and whispered: "This is what the dean of the college meant."
Zeng Jing was shocked and asked in disbelief: "Master...have returned to Beijing?"
Grandpa Lin said with emotion: "Yes, Master has not spoken to the palace for many years. You should be very aware of the weight of his rare words, even if his old man says he wants to demolish the Daming Palace. I am afraid that your majesty can only really demolish the Daming Palace. Who made our majesty treat himself as a student of the Master in this life, and has never violated half of it?"
Zeng Jing hesitated.
Ms. Zeng Jing suddenly trembled and said: "I have lost her for more than ten years, and my daughter is unwilling to leave. No one wants to take her away from me again."
Ms. Zeng Jing was not from a high-ranking clan, and has nothing to do with the surnames of Qinghe County. Before marrying Zeng Jing as a concubine, she was just the most ordinary female, and in Datang, it was these folks who Ordinary people, their feelings and views on right and wrong are the simplest and most determined.
Before such simple and firm feelings and views of right and wrong, power and strength often lose their original magic. Whether it is the master or the emperor, perhaps they have to stay away for a while.
The father-in-law Lin was slightly startled, and he secretly respected the lady of the degree, and said in harmony: "Madam, you have misunderstood. Of course, this matter must first be heard by Miss Sangsang. Your majesty’s will is just to let you To stop, I wonder if the two can let Miss Sangsang come out and listen to me?"
Zeng Jing and his wife looked at each other, thinking that since your Majesty said that, he was really not good at being too tough, so they ordered people to go to Jingmin Garden to see if Sangsang was asleep.
Not in Lao Bi Zhai, Sangsang naturally didn't sleep well. Last night, she kept her eyes open and looked at the complicated and beautiful patterns on the drapery all night. Tonight she was sitting by the window in a daze.
She came to the study.
Duke Lin only said one sentence: "Ning Que was seriously injured."
Sangsang was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the study, as if he hadn't heard.
After a while, she walked back with her suitcase.
She saluted the bachelor's couple and said in a low voice: "I'll go see and come back tomorrow."
Then she thought about it, and added: "I'll be back when he gets better."
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The bamboo forest in the concierge courtyard was blown by the night wind, like a black-blue sea, like the dense water plants in the ink pond in late autumn. The disciples of the ink pond garden did not know what Ning Que said during the day with the mountain lord. What, I don't know what happened, and fell asleep sweetly in their respective rooms.
Mo Shanshan was not asleep. She faced the candlelight and looked at the signatures in front of her. These signatures were written by Ning Que during the day. The ink was dried but still fresh, as if it still had the flavor of the time.
Zhou Zhihua walked in wearing a single coat, looked at her cheek, and said worriedly: "What happened, I must leave Chang'an early."
Mo Shanshan smiled slightly when he looked at the book post under the candlelight, his red lips were tight, like a red thread tied to a willow tree, and in Dahe Country, the red thread on the willow tree represents marriage.
"I heard that Ning Que was injured before coming today."
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and asked briefly: "Who?"
"The Taoist monk of the Moon Kingdom, facing the challenge on the morning street, was decapitated by Ning Que."
Zhi Zhihua hesitated for a moment and said: "The Taoist stone monk heard that he has been studying scriptures and rituals in the Xuankong Temple for many years, and his realm is very advanced, so I think Ning Que's injury should not be light."
Mo Shanshan stood up and sat down slowly after a moment of silence.
"It turns out that you were hurt when you wrote the post, but why didn't you say it?"
The candle wick that hadn't been cut for a long time was slightly curled, the light was dim, and it was yellowish on the girl's white dress, but it still couldn't hide the slight paleness on her face.
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(Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 should be written before twelve o’clock.)
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