Nightfall Chapter 99: The birth night of the two famous posts

Chapter 99 The Birth Night of Two Famous Posts

Opening the red door, raising the bead curtain, Ning Que walked into the dimly lit quiet room. He drank two bowls of fishtail grass sobering soup, took a pleasant hot bath, and was severely ravaged by the master on that dead bamboo bed. The drunkenness that had previously been gushing out had already faded. For the most part, people become more sober.

Looking at the perfect figure hiding in the cloth room on the couch, looking at her wide and smooth forehead and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, Ning Que felt that it would be better if he was more drunk at this time, because he had guessed it. What will he face next? Although he always believes that the woman's harshness is unreasonable, he must admit that the other party's harshness is obviously caring, so he can't refuse to bear it only with tears.

"Some days I didn't see you, thinking that you had entered the academy and started cultivating your character, and you have understood the importance of the four words of good knowledge and seeking knowledge. Why did you think that your knowledge has not risen much? "

Jane everyone looked at him calmly, there was no sadness between his simple and kind eyebrows, just calm and straightforward. But it was this kind of ordinary conversation that caused great pressure on Ning Que. He didn't know how to speak, and he forced a calm intention to laugh at the embarrassment, but unexpectedly he hiccuped with alcohol. The smell was very unpleasant. .

Smelling the sour and rotten wine in the room, everyone at Jane frowned slightly, gave him a displeased look, and then laughed at himself slightly, thinking that his anger was unreasonable, and he couldn't let the boy in front of him take the place of that year. You guys blame it? She looked at Ning Que and asked as calmly as possible: "Tell me what I learned in the college these days."

Ning Que took the strong tea that Xiaocao handed over, and hurriedly poured two sips to calm his mind. After thanking him sincerely, he cleared his throat in no hurry, and carefully told Jane about his life in the college.

"It's still hard work, but since you have no foundation in the second subject of Shu Li, you should spend more time on these two subjects, rather than just ignore it. You should know that after you leave the college in the future Regardless of whether you are entering the court as an official or grazing as a pastoralist, you are always inseparable from these case skills."

Listening that Ning Que must go to the old building every day, Jian everyone smiled, the crow's feet wrinkled in the corners of their eyes became deeper, and continued to ask: "Since you go old every day, you must also know about the second floor? "

"Yes." Ning Que replied politely.

Everyone thought for a while, and then said seriously: "When do you think you can enter the second floor?"

Ning Que raised his sleeves and covered his mouth, forcibly suppressed the desire to hiccup or even vomit, shook his head and said back: "As long as anyone who can enter such a place is a genius, and my body can't To practice, I dare not have any obsessions about entering the second floor."

"Can you be a good kid? It's rare to enter such a good place as a college, so you must cherish the opportunity to study, and don't talk about obsessiveness..."

Everyone at Jane frowned and shook their heads, sighing that he was indisputable. Back then, she watched that guy riding a donkey and watching Ciben swiftly ride all the way into the second floor, but now her heart vaguely connects Ning Que and that guy, it is inevitable that there is something to make up for regrets. "The academy itself is a place where miracles are created, but if you think that miracles are impossible, no one can help you. "

Ning Que didn't know the senior who rode a little black donkey straight into Chang'an City, and finally made a big name in the world, but finally disappeared like duckweed under the wind and rain. Naturally, he didn't understand everyone. Why pay so much attention to a poor boy like yourself. He knew that there must be some reasons behind this concern, but regardless of what those reasons were, he was still sincerely grateful for the ardent teachings of a kind woman.

Because he always lacked this piece in his life, the back seat of the bicycle in that life might be another form of care, but he didn't like it. He had it before the age of four in this life, but it was eventually swallowed by blood. Because I was really grateful and even moved, Ning Que was more careful and serious in answering Jane's questions, and the speed was a little slower, but this fell in the eyes of Jane, but she felt a little annoyed.

"Your child and I are not relatives or reasons. If it is not for the enthusiasm, I am too lazy to say these things to you, so you should not have any resistance, let you cherish the opportunity to study in the college, it is not harmful to you ."

Everyone looked at him and said solemnly: "Last time I told you that Chu Youxian and other rich princes can play, but you are a poor boy but you are not qualified to play. This is especially true today. Miss Situ and Miss Jin are Changan. Noble ladies can play, but you are still not qualified to play. They are close to you, they just look at you for fun and are temporarily curious about you. This kind of interest is not necessarily malicious, but after all, it is not true respect."

"If you want to be their true friends, then you must have some abilities and tolerances worthy of their respect. If you can walk into the second floor of the academy, I believe everyone in the world is willing to be your friend. "

Everyone, Jane picked up the golden thread orchid dew on the table, took a sip to moisturize his throat, then raised his head and watched him continue to calmly say: "It's okay to come to the building to relax in the future. Don't overdo it. Drink I can’t drink more. I’m a mother in Fengyue Xingli, I don’t think it’s such a humble behavior to hang around in Goulan Brothel, but I don’t think it’s something that can be profitable. Mr. Cao Cun, the poet, had been sleeping in Hualiu Alley for the first half of his life, but who would dare to disrespect him? He even married the prime minister's daughter in the end, but it was not because of how famous he lingered in the brothel, but because of his unique poetry in the world. , The abdomen is high!"

"Datang Zhongcai, as long as you are talented, you are a talent, then whether you are upstairs or downstairs, inside or outside, whether you are a youth from the border town or a nobleman in Chang'an, the empire will not bury you."

After the teaching was over, Ning Que came downstairs with his forehead and found that the meeting in the hall had also ended. After I asked the manager in the building, I learned that Miss Situ had the money for the classmate’s party. Hearing the news, thinking that his wealth of two thousand taels could be kept for a while, he couldn’t help but feel very lucky. .

Preparing to say goodbye to Shuijiuer and the others, the maid Xiaocao, who took Jane’s orders, drove him to the carriage very rudely, and then ordered the coachman to send the drunk boy back to Linsi as quickly as possible. Seventeen Lane.

Sitting on the fast-moving carriage, Ning Que was up and down ecstatically, dying, drunk, and nauseous, but for some reason, his mind was full of clarity at this time, and he kept thinking about that serious question:" I don’t hesitate to destroy my body and spirit and I want to enter the second floor of the academy because I like it more because I want revenge to strengthen my own strength. Is there a reason to add from now on... in order to be able to spread the brothel?"

When someone's thoughts were tumbling on the carriage, another guest greeted her in the little courtyard of Shui Zhuer. As one of the most popular girls in the Red Sleeve Trick, apart from regular customers like Yushi Zhang Yiqi, she already has the right to choose and even reject customers to some extent, but for this guest who entered the small courtyard late at night, she He just forcibly wiped the sullen expression on his face, and then boosted his spirit to pour tea for him.

"Go and wash your face, a beautiful girl like you, who is waiting for water, can't make it as dirty as me."

The guest who was admitted to the hospital late at night was a tall and thin old man. He was wearing an extremely old robe. There were grease stains on the face of the robe, and there seemed to be a few grains left between the plackets. The rice grains are extremely dirty. The face of the lanky Taoist is not dirty, just a few sparse long beards under the jaw, the eyes flickering in the inverted triangle eyes, the smell of obscene and obscene is extremely dirty.

Shui Zhuer smiled, and Yiyan followed the maid to freshen up.

She only knows that the identity of this guest is important. It is a VIP whom Jane personally confessed, but she does not know who the other party is and what kind of business they are doing. As for appearance and clothes, these external things have never been her or their concern. The point is, the important thing is that the Taoist master has always been extremely generous when he came out, and he claimed to be the **** of primordial primordiality, and he only moved two or three times and refused to come true. There is no reason for the brothel girl to dislike this kind of guests.

The dirty and thin senior man poured a glass of wine at the table and drank slowly. When he was bored, he saw a piece of crumpled paper beside the hip flask, the most common account book paper on the paper, faintly Seeing the handwriting inside, he picked up the ball of paper purely instinctively based on the habit cultivated through decades of practice in this life, and then spread it out on the table carefully.

There is a line of ink written on the crumpled paper, the characters are unclear, the lotus root is broken, and the frame is skewed and scattered, it is unpleasant to see it.

It says on the paper: Master Sangsang, I will not come back to sleep today if I am drunk. Remember to drink the leftover chicken soup stewed in the pot.

Looking at these words, the thin and tall Taoist frowns tightly, but what is surprising is that what he frowned is not disgust, but full of surprise and joy. .

The lanky Taoist savoured these words that seem to be drawn blindly by chicken feet, his eyes finally fell on the word chicken soup at the end of the sentence, and his skinny right hand reached into the wine glass and dipped it, then closed his fingers. Falling off the table, start to copy one by one.

The wine on the finger was dragged into words on the mahogany table, and it was actually very little different from the word chicken soup written by Ning Que on the note, and there seemed to be a faint air flow, following the fingertips of the thin and tall Taoist It penetrates the wine, pours into the depths of the hard mahogany, then disperses instantly, turning into countless tiny cyclones and disappearing without a trace.

The water drop girl who was freshening up outside the room seemed to sense something, and she was startled by the sky full of stars reflected in the basin in front of her, and she suddenly felt homesick for some reason, missing that only exists in fantasy. The warm home that has never appeared in her life, missing the taste of the chicken soup made by her mother, who has never tasted it before, instantly wets her eyes.