Nightfall Chapter 42: Chaos pen
Volume II, Winter Lake, Chapter 42, Disorderly Writing
Regardless of whether it is true or not, in short, Aunt Qu Nimadi was unwell, and she had to be helped out by the disciples. As for the occasional wind-chill or violent fire, it is enough to watch the eyes of the monks in the White Pagoda Temple in the Moon Country. Guessed it.
Ning Que looked at the old woman's frail back without any sympathy. He thought in his heart that I had never seen the teacher myself, and you still want to ask the Master, what kind of hammer are you?
Thinking of the club, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly he had the ridiculous idea of pushing the **** umbrella above his head. It seemed that he would be more like the second brother.
Today's arrogance stems from the teachings of the second brother, so it is natural for him to have this association although it is absurd.
From the legendary little uncle to the second senior brother to the senior brothers and sisters, to today’s Ning Que, the dolls in the academy became proud and arrogant as soon as they appeared. The people in the tent were a little shocked and angry before, but they remembered the spread Those long stories have to be silent. If the academy’s arrogant and arrogant capital is weak and not arrogant, it will be bullied. If it is strong enough, no matter how arrogant you are, others will not dare to treat you, just like Qu Nima. Di the same.
Because of the previous events, the agenda after the meeting became much more concise, and Ning Que did not listen carefully. When he reacted, the temple meeting had ended, and many people in the deliberation account had dispersed.
Tianyu Sizuo smiled slightly and went to rest. General Shu Cheng looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "Although I also know that it is a good place to stay with the fresh girls, but since our army has a camp here, you have already found your identity, do you want to go to Mochi Garden? Barracks? The court doesn’t have a good face."
"Look at what you said, of course I will follow you honestly."
Ning Que was a little embarrassed by the general's ridicule, knowing that in many people's eyes, the disciple of the second-story building of his academy dressed in disguise and followed the group of Dahe country girls all the way north into the wasteland. There are some problems in how they look.
The teenage disciples of Mochiyuan were still in surprise and surprise. They wanted to come forward to talk to Ning Que, but they thought about his true identity, and some were afraid to come forward.
Ning Que smiled at the girls and was about to say something, but unexpectedly Mo Shanshan stood up in silence, walked out of the agenda without saying a word, and was startled.
Zhou Zhihua sighed in her heart, smiled apologetically to Ning Que, grabbed the Tmall girl who was in front of her, and brought her juniors and sisters to salute the people of the Tang army, and then followed Mo Shanshan out.
Ning Que couldn't help but touched his head, wondering what kind of obsession is the bookworm?
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Tangying was quiet, and the patrolling soldiers looked serious. Under the **** of several guards, Generals Ning Que and Shu Cheng walked slowly. No one dared to bother them.
The cold winter wind blew the military flag above the camp. Ning Que raised his head and glanced up. He couldn't help but think of the life in the fortress of Weicheng. He was so nostalgic. He was about to sigh with emotion. Unexpectedly, General Shu Cheng looked back at him. With a smile, he said with a hint of deep meaning: "The bookworm is a good woman."
Ning Que knew that the general really wanted to be awkward, so he smiled bitterly and prepared a few words of excuse.
General Shu Cheng shook his head, stroked his beard and smiled: "Mr. Thirteen does not need to say anything. As a bookworm, it would be appropriate to serve as a disciple from the back of the academy. I have good friends with Dahe Country for generations. I believe This marriage, whether it is the college or your majesty, will feel very satisfied."
Hearing these words, Ning Que suddenly understood why the generals and the previous Lord Sisa who said goodbye were so gentle, like matchmakers.
With his current status, it is no longer a purely private matter to marry and marry a wife, at least through the imperial court and the academy, and the female disciples of various denominations in the world can be worthy of the master’s personal discipleship. There are very few people, and bookworms are certainly the best targets.
Ning Que didn’t know how to explain it. He really admired the woman who was fascinated by the book and stood in a white shirt and blue belt on the branch. However, no matter what it was, it was his own thing. How could it change? Into something other people discuss? In order to resolve the embarrassment, he changed the subject and said: "I thought that Lord Sizu would maintain the dignity of his temple anyway, but he did not expect that the treatment would be fair."
"The Tianyu Division is in charge of Tianyuyuan, but the experience of Prince Longqing in Tianyuyuan was not very pleasant." General Shu Cheng said: "So the relationship between Tianyu Sizuo and Prince Longqing has always been subtle. In particular, the ruling division has gained more power in recent years, and the prince Longqing has become famous. The pressure on Tianyusi is not small."
Ning Que said with emotion: "So that's it. I didn't expect that places like the temple would have so many secular people."
"The temple is shining in the world, but the resources that can be mastered are not infinite after all. The three great priests each lead one side, and of course there is competition between each other, but these three great priests are above the throne, and naturally it is impossible to be like a secular rogue The choking sound of ordinary fighting, the real contest is between the three divisions."
General Shu Cheng continued to explain: "Among the two big figures in the Judgment Department, Dao is obsessed with the Tao and doesn’t pay much attention to specific affairs. Therefore, the Judgment Secretary, the deacon, the guardian of the army and the secret spy, are all managed by Prince Longqing. . Tianyusi wants to combat the arrogance of the ruling division, of course the first target is Prince Longqing."
He looked at Ning Que and smiled and said, "In the spring, you defeated Prince Longqing. It was an unbearable humiliation to many people in the temple, but Tianyu Si and the people probably felt a little grateful for your presence. "
Ning Que thought about the young man with silver hair and beard, but with a young face, he frowned slightly and said, "How old is the man, who is this year? Is he stronger or weaker than Long Qing?"
If he knows this for sure, he can roughly infer the true strength of the younger generation of powerhouses in the temple. The reason why he wants to know this is because he faintly likes to look at the academy and the temple in opposition.
"Cheng Lixue, the head of the Tianyu Division, should have passed 30 this year. As for the realm of cultivation." General Shu Cheng shook his head and said, "Whether it is the military department or the Tianshu, the cultivation of the people in the temple There is only a rough estimate of the realm, just like the prince Longqing who said that he was only one step away from knowing the fate, but no one knew how big that step was."
Ning Que stopped thinking about these issues. He looked at a quiet camp in the distance. After a moment of silence, he said, "Master General, there is something I might need your help."
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The disciples of Mochiziyuan walked to their camp on the withered winter grass. Tmall female watched Ning Que and the Tang State general walk into the Tang Camp, reluctantly retracted her gaze, frowned and asked curiously: "Master Zhong...No, Brother Ning just lasted to Qu Ni Madi. The appearance of my aunt is very strange, I don't know how to describe it."
The girls thought about the previous scene. Aunt Qu Nimadi trembled in anger, her face was dark, and she seemed to be violent at any time, but Ning Que stood in front of her with a gentle smile, not hiding, even leaning back. Face, I also felt that the temperament and flavor that was exuding from him at the time was a little unclear.
Tmall female bit her finger and thought for a long time, then she suddenly realized that she slapped her small palm with excitement, and looked at the senior sisters and said, "I see, the seniors looked really cheap...hehe, but I like it."
The girls from Dahe Country were taken aback, and then they realized that the word "Bian" was indeed the best choice to describe Ning Que's expression at the time. They couldn't help covering their mouths and laughed, all expressing that they also liked his being Bian at the time.
Only Mo Shanshan at the front did not smile, and there was no expression on her silent face.
Jiu Zhihua looked at her expression, and gradually smiled, showing a trace of worry.
Returning to the camp, Mo Shanshan seemed to have completely forgotten the fierce conflicts and scenes in the previous discussion tent, calmly poured water and moistened the pen, and sat in front of the table and began to prepare to write.
Zhou Zhihua waved her sleeves to signal the juniors to leave temporarily, walked to the case, and sat down on her knees, quietly watching the expression on her white cheeks, and after a long time, she whispered: "Why did you leave like that before? ?"
Mo Shanshan's right hand holding the penholder was slightly stiff, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Then which should I leave?"
She is a bookworm, the highest-ranking mountain lord in Mochi Garden at the foot of Mogan Mountain, and the last personal disciple of Master Book Sage King, but she is not very old, and she looks more like a fool in Zhuo Zhihua’s eyes. Yu Shumo, sister who doesn't know the world.
Juzhihua looked at her quietly and said gently: "Mr. Thirteen has helped us a lot along the way. If he were not the last to come forward in the agenda today, I'm afraid I will have more trouble in Mochi Garden. Not to mention the friendship formed on these days, even if it is to express gratitude, you should say goodbye to him."
Mo Shanshan turned his wrist lightly, the ink brush touched the yellow paper softly, wrote a horizontal line, and said quietly: "I have never said before, but the horse thieves are actually here because of him. In that case, we don't have I am grateful to him for the reason. On the contrary, he dragged us down. It is natural for him to speak in the account today."
Zhu Zhihua looked at the crooked horizontal line on the case table, couldn't help but laugh, then sighed softly and said: "You know what I'm trying to say is not what I mean."
Mo Shanshan looked at the ugly handwriting on the paper like an earthworm, feeling slightly annoyed, looked back at her and said, "Then what are you trying to say?"
Juzhihua looked at her with a little annoyed eyes, smiled and said: "What I want to say is, since you have secretly liked everyone Ning for so long, now that you have seen a real person, Why not explain it?"
Mo Shanshan was stunned, turned his head and continued to lower his head to write, and said: "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about."
Zhu Zhihua smiled, no longer said anything, walked out of the tent, leaving her to think slowly.
Mo Shanshan didn't think about anything, because the thoughts in her mind had become a mess, she just subconsciously held the ink pen and kept writing, her thin lips licked slightly, and she muttered to herself with annoyance. "It turns out that you are that guy, but you keep telling me what you want me to say, how can I be so mean..."
Mumbling, the girl's eyes occasionally showed shame and blushes on her cheeks.
The ink on the yellow paper was dripping and tangled, even when she was three years old, she couldn't write such ugly words.
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(I had something yesterday, make up today, and there will be more later, I am writing slowly.)