Nightfall

Hua Shanyue looked at the dense forest around him, and then he noticed the corpses left by the enemy and the enemy in the forest, and looked at the traces of blood and fighting, especially after taking the thin thin sword without handle. Only then did I know how tragic the sniping happened last night, and I couldn't help but change my face slightly.

He signaled his subordinate to prepare a horse and said, "His Royal Highness, the team has come on the road and we should leave quickly."

Princess Li Yu nodded, agreed to his arrangement, and walked under the heavy arch guard of the heavy cavalry.

At this time, Hua Shanyue coldly glanced at Ning Que next to the fire. There was no emotion in his eyes, which made people feel a bit cold. He was guessing the real relationship between the young soldier and the high princess, but no matter what he thought I also felt that this military soldier could not pose any threat to himself, so his eyes became even weaker.

This indifference in his eyes actually hides many possibilities. Ning Que realized this very clearly. He quietly looked at the back of Hua Shanyue, thinking of the burning and tenderness in the eyes of this man before, knowing that he did not It will be detrimental to the idiot princess, but it seems that the possessiveness is too strong.

The young general ’s ardent love for Her Royal Highness, to be honest, has nothing to do with Ning Que ’s army, but Ning Que does not like the indifference in Hua Shanyue ’s last glance. He knows that this indifference represents Fighting at any time in the background of strong strength represents a kind of disdain for one and two or even three.

Ning Que didn't like it, so he stood up, looked at the woman who was about to mount, raised his jaw and smiled and said, "His Royal Highness, actually starting in Weicheng, I have always wanted to say to you ..."

Hua Ran looked back, and the beautiful princess of Bai Ma in the morning light frowned and looked quietly at the young soldier next to the fire. He seemed to want to reprimand a few words. After all, he just said lightly: "I will talk after returning to Chang'an."

Before leaving, Hua Shanyue whispered a few words to the head of the bodyguard. He probably understood the princess ’s experience since he entered the country, and also learned about Ning Que ’s performance during the assassination last night. He remained silent for a moment and walked to Ning Que with a calm expression: You have made great contributions this time, and the court will have a reward after returning to Chang'an ... little guy, you have done a good job. "

Ning Que took Sang Sang to the simple tent on the gentle **** to pack his luggage.

Sang Sang awkwardly re-tied the **** umbrella on his back, and suddenly raised his pointed jaw, frowning at Ning Que, wondering and asking, "Master, did you just say intentionally ... you have something to say Say?"

"Yeah." Ning Que scraped the blood stains on the blade and replied casually: "The guy named Hua Shanyue is too hypocritical and boring. I looked at him uncomfortably, so I had to make him uncomfortable."

"Master, what did you just say to Her Royal Highness?" Sang Sang stopped his hand and asked curiously.

"How do I know." Ning Que inserted a knife into her sheath and watched her shrugging, saying, "In short, it's impossible to say anything. From the first day I saw you in Weicheng, I fell in love with you, fanatic. Fell in love with you ... "

"But Captain Hua might think so, Your Highness ... maybe you really think you want to say this."

"Idiots will have idiot ideas, which is not surprising." Ning Que replied.

The little maid looked at his eyes seriously and said, "Do you think sometimes you are bored?"

Ning Bingbian head means default.

Sang Sang shook his head, looked at him again after a while, and asked, "Master, is it in your eyes that everyone except you is an idiot?"

Ning Que thought seriously while tying her scabbard. After thinking for a long time, she replied seriously: "This problem is not me, it is that there are always many idiots in this world who do idiots. The arrogant man like Hua Shanyue was originally It ’s not an idiot, but it ’s an idiot who believes in love. ”

Sang Sang pointed his index finger at his nose and asked seriously: "Am I an idiot in your eyes?"

Ning Que looked at this dark little face and replied seriously: "You are not an idiot, you are stupid."

Before everyone left Beishan crossing, there was an episode.

Gushan County cavalry left several riding guards. The deceased who dare to assassinate Princess Tang will certainly not leave any clues, so they are not to investigate the case, but to protect these bodies. All the bodies will be transported back to Chang’an for burial after the big army arrives-no matter whether life or death The next companion, this is the iron rule of the Datang Army.

The body of the same robe was carefully placed in the forest, and the enemy ’s corpses were piled up on the ground in random, waiting for a fire to be burnt to dry ashes, and when it was the turn to deal with the body of the middle-aged scholar in the blue shirt, the cavalry was a little difficult. They Knowing that this is a great swordsman, I don't know if I should give the other party corresponding respect for his identity.

Huashan Yue frowned slightly, and decided to bury this great swordsman, and at this moment, the old man Lu Qingchen said softly to them: "This person has entered the devil's path."

Hearing the word Devil's Word, the young general's face was slightly condensed, and when he looked at the corpse wrapped in a green shirt, there was no respect anymore. There was only disdain for disdain, and he waved his hand like a fly and said, "Throw in and burn Now. "

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In the early morning, we exited the south foot of Beishan Road and met the large troops north of Gushan County at noon. Under the heavy protection of hundreds of elite cavalrymen, Li Yu and his entourage continued to march to Changan, the capital city. The enemies of the other countries could not threaten her safety.

After a few days, Li Yu and the barbarian little prince remained in the car, and did not appear in front of everyone.

Although there are hundreds of light riding guards, the surviving bodyguards and grassland barbarians still ignore the injury and insist on riding around the car. The old man Lu Qingchen is in the second car, and the seriously injured bodyguard barbarian is in the next few carriages. With the little maid, Sang Sang, he was sitting in his humble carriage, far behind.

In the Gushan County border area, all heavy riding was replaced by light riding, and the team's speed suddenly became faster. The sturdy carriages in front could still keep up, but the carriages that lacked the main and servants were a bit difficult.

A cavalry came to their carriage and screamed angrily: "Your speed is too slow, speed up!"

Just like the spring breeze journey just after leaving Weicheng for the first few days, Ning Que was sitting on the cowl and was sleepy at this time. He seemed to be crumbling and seemed to fall at any time, relying on Sang Sang to support him. Hearing the annoyed scolding of the cavalryman, he opened his eyes and looked at the other party without speaking.

Looking at the back view of the cavalry, Sang Sang wiped the three or two sweat beads on his forehead, squinting the eyes of the willow leaves and said, "Master, we seem to have been abandoned."

"The word" disgusting "is well used. If you use the four words forgotten by someone, it will look too sour.

Ning Que glanced at the carriage at the front, thinking of the high princess who had never shown her face, and said with a smile: "For the poor guy like us who is desperate to survive, any sourness is very disgusting. "

Sat by the fire beside the princess for one night, a fairy tale. This kind of picture no matter whether it is placed on Chang'an or the grassland, it seems that kind of dream. That kind of picture is a real fairy tale, not real.

A small soldier in a border town happened to save a noble by chance. Afterwards, he received a corresponding award, and from this day on, there was no contact between the old and the dead. This is the story in the real world.

There is a heroic epic in this world, but there is no fairy tale. If Romeo is not the son of a nobleman but a digger, presumably Juliet ’s psychological struggle will be much more intense when he died for him.

Ning Que's understanding of this kind of thing has always been very sober. He knows that the profile of the girl next to the fire is just a false image. The most important thing is that he has never been really tempted, but there are some moments that appreciate such a woman. , So there is no emotion in my heart.

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After the supplementary support from Gushan County, the team did not temporarily rest, but chose to continue all the way south. It seems that Her Royal Highness Princess is really eager to return to Chang'an and back to his father and emperor who loves him.

Hua Shanyue should have figured out Ning Que's foundation, knowing that he is just the most common soldier in the border town, so naturally he would not really misunderstand what he and the princess, so Ning Que was not troubled by Gushan County.

After camping, Sang Sang went to the river to fetch water to fish for rice and fish, and made a very sumptuous dinner. The master and servant pulled the main dish into the rice bowl, and then happily ate it with a few sauerkraut peppers. Sweaty head, body smooth.

A cold-faced man came in, looked at the scene in front of him, and shook his head and smiled, "You are not going to be asked to go there to eat the big pot of rice. The few of us thought you were resentful now. The food over there is so bad ... there is such a capable little maid, I really do n’t know if it ’s the blessing you have cultivated in your life. "

The blessings that have been cultivated for several lifetimes, such praises have actually been somewhat over for the lowly-ranked maid, but Sang Sang did not feel much, smiled and continued to bury his head to eat, Ning Que was a natural expression.

The name is Peng Guotao, the leader of the Datang Guard who performed well in the **** battle of Beishan Road, and won the trust of the princess. It was just that he took the subordinates to follow the princess in the grassland for a year, and then returned to the country to encounter a series of **** battles. Now the loyal subordinates only have seven people left. The leader's state of mind is also complicated and sentimental.

Both sides are comrades who lived and died together in symbiosis in Beishan Road. The blood-stained friendship was much more solid than the general one, and Ning Que ’s performance in the battle must have been engraved in the minds of everyone present.

So these days, the carriages rejected by the cavalry of Gushan County often greeted Peng Guotao and the rest of the guards as guests. The prairie barbarians also sent some spirits to Ning Que's servants, but they were seldom willing to approach the land beside him, and rarely spoke to him. I wondered whether it was because of the legend of Subbi Lake.

"I know that you have no problem going to the capital city by yourself, and walking with the cavalry troops really makes you not too comfortable, but after you asked me to report it, there has been no response." Peng Guotao looked at sorry and said: "You are People sent by Weicheng, you ca n’t leave without His Highness speaking. "

Ning scratched his head and said, "Then follow it for a while."

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The journey to Chang'an seemed to pass by in such a way that there was no danger and boredom. However, on the second night, Ning Que suddenly received an invitation from the second carriage, and the old man Lu Qingchen wanted to see him.

Some accidents and some joy, Ning Que wrinkled her brows and thought for a long time, and then decided not to think of anything. He used the fish fillet porridge in the pot to burn out the fire near the car, and took Sang Sang forward.

The curtain of the carriage lifted, the dim light shone warmly, the teacher Lu Qingchen looked at Ning Que and the little maid to respectfully salute to himself, and was a little surprised. The dark boy should know why he called him on the bus. Do n’t you worry that you are unwilling to confuse him because there is a third person?

The old man suddenly remembered the past that he heard next to the fire at the entrance of Beishan Road that night, and he could n’t help but want to hear it even in meditation ... The little boy and the little girl carried bows and arrows to the story of the desperate survival of Minshan, thinking that Knowing the reason why Ning Que was carrying Sang Sang, he was relieved, so he looked more and more pleasing to the young man.

Actually, Ning Que didn't think too much. Taking Sang Sang is just a deep-rooted habit.

The old man clasped his hands on his knees and said mildly: "You should be very clear about why I am looking for you."

Ning Que was silent, pressed his left hand against the back of his right hand, and then pressed it against the floor in front of him, with his knees on the ground, his body slowly leaned forward and touched the back of his left hand with his forehead. Great gift.

There is great grace for the gift, although the old man Lu Qingchen has not done anything yet, and it is very likely that the old man ca n’t help him, because it is a world that can only be touched by a truly abnormal genius, but only like Ning Que In this way, those who have been reading through the Taishang induction chapter since they were young but have no way to know that a practitioner is willing to point to an ordinary person who has obviously no potential, which represents what kind of compassion and dignity.

Saw that Ning Que had done a big gift. Although Sang Sang did not understand Master's behavior very well, he quickly moved his knees to come to the old man and bow down.

The old man Lu Qingchen looked at this scene and could n’t help but smile slightly, then lifted Ning Que, calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and put his withered palms somewhere on his chest and waist. After a while, the warmth in the carriage The oil-melting light line somehow becomes a little blurred, as if there are countless extremely fine gray particles flying in the light.

A silent silence, the time lapses without knowing how fast.

The turbid oil light gradually became clear and clear. The old man slowly withdrew his palms and quietly looked at his face calmly, with no expectation in his eyes. In fact, his hands were trembling slightly and he sighed softly.

"There is breathing between heaven and earth, and that breath is the so-called vitality. Practitioners can perceive the existence of vitality and know it all based on their thoughts. Therefore, whether they can enter the realm of spiritual practice depends on whether their thoughts can accumulate qualities. "

"I visited you in Weicheng and confirmed that there was no slight fluctuation in your breath. Today I looked closely at you and found that it was true. Your snowy mountains and air and sea are empty like wild."

"……Nothing at all."

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