Nightfall Chapter 6: Let’s go to Chang’an to mix up here
Chapter 6: Going to Chang'an and Mixing People ()
In the early morning, the master and servant woke up and began to organize their luggage in the misty morning light. There were occasional disputes, and more often they were silent.
Ning Que took out a long bag on the soil wall outside the house for a long time, took out the bow and arrow in the bag and checked it for a long time, confirmed that there was no problem, and handed it out. Sangsang took the cotton cloth and stuffed it in. Then, he took out three rusty straight knifes with a sheath from under the fence. Ning Que took it and wiped it carefully. Facing the morning sun, he looked at the front and nodded and used the harong. The straw rope was tied tightly to his back.
He took out a black umbrella from behind the door and fastened it to Sangsang’s back with the last piece of velvet straw left. I don’t know what material it was made of. There is a layer of black oil, not reflective, and it looks a bit heavy. Moreover, this umbrella was very big, even if it was closed and fastened tightly, it was almost hanging down to the ground with its back on Sangsang's thin and short body.
Preparing for the long journey, Ning Que and Sangsang stepped over the broken fence one after another. They both looked back at the small Qingshiping and the small broken thatched cottage, Sangsang looked up Holding his chin, he asked: "Master, do you want to lock the door?"
"It's not locked." Ning Que was silent for a moment, and said: "In the future...maybe it will be difficult for us to come back again."
The iron-wrapped wooden wheel crushed the damp mud, and the nobleman's chariot set off slowly and drove out of Weicheng. There are five soft horse carriages at the front and rear, which can attract people's attention at any time on the frontier. There were indeed many farewell people on the road today, but their focus was not on this noble horse team, but the teenager and the little maid sitting on the first carriage. From time to time, boiled eggs were handed over. The aunt with black cheeks wiped her eyes with a dirty handkerchief, crying and saying something.
"Ning Que, you wicked dead and necrotic embryo, my nephew is so good, you will not let Sangsang marry him, this is good, I want such a girl to follow you to those who eat people and don’t spit bones Place! I tell you, you have to take good care of my Sangsang!"
Ning Que, who was sitting on the shaft of the car, looked extremely ugly, and replied, "Auntie, when Sangsang was only eight years old, you started to propose marriage. How could this not be possible."
After a few smiling curses, a drizzle suddenly fell in the sky, as if rain thinner than a thread was sprinkling on people. It was a bit cool, but no one left the people who saw off, Weicheng The family members of the soldiers were busy saying goodbye to Ning Que, and calculating the final debt problem with him, the crowd was endless.
The curtain of the most decorated carriage in the rear opened a corner, and the proud and indifferent maid looked out, her beautiful brows frowned.
Just before the convoy was about to drive out of this small border town, Ning Que got up from the carriage and bowed his hands around.
The young man was carrying three old knives behind his back, standing in the rain with his fists and saluting, suddenly he was a little bold.
"Old and young men, older sisters and aunts, don't say much thanks."
After saying this, he opened his arms in the rain, clenched his fists and spread them upwards, showing his not strong chest muscles and arms, posing in a particularly stupid, forcing posture, and shouting: "Go here Changan, if I don’t have a good personality, I won’t be back!"
As soon as this remark fell, it was like a storyteller falling down a sounding wood for the play, and like a **** head falling to dust, the people on the side of the road shouted in unison.
In the only decent tavern in Weicheng, Ma Shixiang and a few trusted school lieutenants were drinking. The nobles didn’t want them to send them off. They were too lazy to send Ning Que to the boy, but they clearly saw the scene before them. Wei thought of what Ning Que said while standing on the carriage, and couldn't help sighing: "If you can't be like a human, you won't come back? Then this unkind kid, it seems that it is really difficult to come back again. Up."
Ma Shixiang at the wine table thought about the three brief words Ning Que said to him late last night, couldn't help but caress the flower beard, feeling comforted, and looking at the carriage gradually driving out of the city. He smiled and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you don't come back, you wicked thing, go and harm the outside world."
Far away from Weicheng, naturally also far away from the grassland. The spring drought that is afflicting the Barbarian tribe and the new Ren Shanyu has not affected this place. The spring breeze has greened the branches and leaves and then dyed wheels and horseshoes, which often provokes them. A few butterflies chased endlessly.
The horse gallops between the meadows and the hills, the cords are sometimes as tight as iron and sometimes slightly hanging like leaves, and the luxurious carriage covered with several layers of quilts and blankets also gently undulates and jumps, the beautiful face The maid stared at the fast-sweeping scenery outside the window, perhaps because she thought of the north where the yellow sand was dancing with the wind at this time, her facial expression seemed a little stiff, but her eyes were full of anticipation and eagerness for an unknown future.
In the carriage, a little boy wearing luxurious and light fur clothes was holding her calf and raising his face eagerly, muttering a few Central Plains words, as if he wanted to go out for fun.
The handmaid turned her head and scolded the little boy a few words, then her expression returned to her tenderness, she put him in her arms and rubbed his head fondly.
A corner of the car curtain was lifted by the wind, and the spring breeze was blowing on her cheeks that were no longer as soft as they used to be.
The young soldier named Ning Que was sitting on the front of the relatively crude carriage. Seeing him shaking and nodding his head, he seemed to be about to fall asleep. As a guide, he should have taken care of the whole. The team led the way, and ended up dozing off most of the time, no matter how you looked at it, it was not competent.
The reason why the maidservant’s expression was cold was not because of this, but because of a detail in the picture she saw.
Ning Que dozed off on the cowl, and looked like she might fall off the fast-moving carriage at any time, so the little maid Sangsang always guarded her side vigilantly, using her thin and short body to support him, the dark little She couldn't see the expression on her face, but she could feel that she was already very hard.
At this moment, the convoy ran over an extremely shallow grassy creek, and Ning Que woke up from the shock. He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the sky, and found that he fell asleep until dusk, so he lifted up. Started, signaled the team to stop and prepare to camp.
When he woke up, he set up camp, which seemed a little irresponsible and nonsense, but no one in the team disputed his arrangement.
It has been several days since leaving Weicheng. Every decision made by the teenagers along the way proved to be correct afterwards, whether it is from the perspectives of path selection, camp site selection, security defense, water and food, and ease of escape. Can't fault it, what's even more amazing is the speed of the team.
The dozen or so barbarians and horse thieves that the nobleman conquered in the grassland looked down on the frontier army of Weicheng, but now I only admire the young soldier's ability as a guide.
On the riverside, people dig in silence, build stoves, collect firewood and boil water, and the maid stepped off the precious carriage that was protected and watched not far away lying on the grass like an outing, rubbing her belly and preparing to eat shabu-shabu. Ning Que frowned as she watched the small black maid who was struggling to fetch water from a pot and collect firewood.
The powerful guard of the famous Kong Wu stood up and took a look at her. She shook her head and motioned not to follow, and walked along the stream through the smoke.
She admits that this young man named Ning Que is indeed quite capable, much better than Guijie, a young man in the capital city of Chang'an who thinks he is handsome. If he is really a noble son of Chang'an, then this kind of behavior might give her a little bit. Appreciation, but after all, he was just a low-level vulgar boy, but so squeezed the little girl who should have shared the joys and sorrows, and unknowingly touched her certain state of mind, which made her extremely unhappy.
Walking not far from the little maid Sangsang, the maid smiled gently at her and motioned to the other party to put down the heavy firewood in her hand and talk to herself.
Sangsang glanced at Ning Que, and when he nodded, he walked over. The graceful maid took out a handkerchief from her waist, but Sangsang shook her head-after doing so much labor, the little maid did not see a bead of sweat on her forehead.
At this time, Ning Que finally got up from the meadow, brushed off the grass clippings on his body, wiped off the green grass juice from the cotton shirt, and bowed his hands with a smile.
The maid didn’t turn her head to look at him, and said flatly: “I don’t like you, so you don’t have to be close to me. People like you seem childish on the surface and treat others kindly and gratifyingly, but in fact they are full of bones. The old-fashioned feeling is disgusting."
There is no emotional tone, the lower jaw is slightly raised, and there is no feeling of deliberately pulling apart, but it naturally reveals a condescending nobleness, as a close-knit maid serving Her Royal Highness Princess Datang, even if it’s right Most officials in the empire can be arrogant, not to mention a small role like Ning Que.
Ning Que smiled and shook his head, turned and walked towards the earthen stove by the stream.
He had only one little maid, and the nobleman had countless maids, the only little maid was dragged away by one of the noble's countless maids to gossiping, and the noble had other servants to serve, but he had to burn wood, boil water and cook by himself.
It may be that the wind and sand on the frontier fortress became so thick that he didn't see any embarrassment in his smile.
As the sunset was going to sink, Sangsang came back with a lot of dried milk and other snacks. Ning Que was holding a bowl of burnt meat porridge in a daze, and when he saw it, he unceremoniously took it, and then put it in his mouth desperately, and asked vaguely:
"Why does she like to chat with you so much? I don't want to think that I haven't eaten a serious meal in a few days... This kind of cheap sympathy of the noble person, sometimes it is really not the place, look at her smile, Like the grandmother Wolf who wants to eat a little girl, she thinks she is gentle and decent, even more fake than the water-mixed wine sold in Weicheng Pub."
"She's a nice person." Sangsang picked up the porridge beside him, opened the curtain to leave and do it again, but he called back.
"What have you guys been talking about these days?" Ning Que asked.
Sangsang frowned and recalled very hard for a long time, and replied: "It seems...you know that I don't talk very much...most of the time she is talking about things on the grassland, but I also forgot what she said."
Hearing these words, Ning Que's mood suddenly improved a lot. He hummed a little tune, chewed on the delicious milk dry, and said, "I will talk to you later and remember to collect money from her. Or it would be nice to get more of this kind of milk and dry it back."
Into the night.
Sangsang used the stream water to put out the stove. After checking carefully, he dragged the hot water bucket to the small tent. The people on the **** of the stream looked at this scene and knew that it was the little maid preparing Ning Que's footwash. , I don’t know how many people showed contempt at the same time.
This contempt is of course given to Ning Que.
After washing his feet, Ning Que got into the woolen mattress, then put the pair of Bingbing feet that came across from him into his arms, and let out a groan that didn't know whether it was enjoyment or pain, and then said after yawning twice: "Go to sleep."
Sangsang was more tired than him during the day, and soon fell asleep.
Ning Que opened his eyes again at some unknown time. His gaze seemed to penetrate the tent with many scars, falling on the starry sky, and then on a handkerchief.
Recalling the gold-rimmed handkerchief that the maid took out, he knew that his guess was correct, but he didn't know what it would be useful even if he guessed it.