The firelight lit up behind Ning Que, leaving a clear streak on the wall in front of him.
There was a small table placed on the city wall. Silver charcoal was burning in the stove on the table, and not a trace of smoke was produced. The soup in the copper pot was boiling. Some vegetables and meat slices were displayed next to it. The warmth was gradually rising. A Tang army prepared the mixture.
He placed the dipping plate in front of the bowl and chopsticks, looked at him and asked: "Sir, do you want to drink wine tonight?"
"Um."
Ning Que has been living on the city wall these days, with the same diet and daily life. He has long been accustomed to eating in the rustling autumn wind, and only hot pot and fine wine can add some warmth to him.
The extremely plump beef and mutton are immersed in the white and thick but not greasy bone broth, and are cooked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just as the aroma is about to overflow, it is suppressed by the green vegetable leaves that are immediately added to the pot.
Ning Que sat down at the table and started to eat. There was no company, so there was no need to chat, and there was no companion, so there was no need to drink. Although the ingredients were beautiful, the food was very silent and lonely.
Although the night banquet was lonely, the wine was the strongest double steaming, and the dishes were delicacies sent from the palace. Those salivating aromas floated up with the steaming heat in the copper pot, passing over the city, and were blown away by the autumn night.
Condensed by the cold, it falls towards the human world under the city wall
, passing by the city wall with mottled traces of wind and rain and old and new moss, passing by an eagle's nest, causing the young eagles in the nest to open their eyes and look around blankly, then fall to the Suzaku Avenue and get into the few eagles on the night street.
In the noses of countless passers-by.
That year when the patron entered Chang'an, the southern section of Zhuque Avenue was basically destroyed in that tragic battle. It was continuously rebuilt in the following years, and finally restored to its former glory, but after all, it was a newly built building, and after all, it was missing
The smoke and smoke accumulated over the years seemed a bit cold.
It's past dinner time, and the cities on both sides of Zhuque Avenue are also very quiet at this time. However, compared with the coldness of the main street, those houses are not deserted. The sound of chess pieces falling on the wooden board can be heard everywhere.
The sounds of bowls falling on the edge of the stove and the sounds of women beating and scolding children were very lively.
In Chang'an City on an autumn night, the real liveliness is naturally not in these private houses. There are several round tables on the terrace of Songhe Tower. I don't know whose young master secretly took money from the accounting room and entertained his friends there.
After all, he was a young man. He had no experience in the world, so he didn't know much about drinking. He was not a master, so he couldn't tell how much water was mixed with the wine. He got himself so drunk that he had already forgotten how to explain to his family tomorrow.
The bustle in Hong Xiuzhao is different from the hot lottery in Songhe Tower. Those officials and businessmen who don't know that their children have sneaked out of the house to play are sitting at the wine table beside the railing, looking self-conscious, and the atmosphere is warm but warm.
No one was making a fuss. Among the graceful music and the swirling skirts, only the first half of the word "lively" was taken.
Compared with civilians, the atmosphere in the court was naturally much more serious, especially the brightly lit small buildings in the meadow. Depending on the situation, it would probably stay on until early in the morning. Dozens of Tang soldiers were running quickly between those small buildings, passing the news from
Information came back from various parts of the border and from various states and counties, urging for approval.
The pace of war has begun in Xiling Temple. Although the war has not been officially ignited and has not yet reached the border of the Tang Dynasty, the military headquarters of the Tang Dynasty has entered a state of war, and the atmosphere is full of tension and solemnity. Hot tea is placed on the table.
An unknown amount of water has been changed, but no one eats the pastries next to it.
The most important decisions cannot be made by the military alone. They need to go through the palace. The generals cannot sleep. Naturally, many people in the palace cannot sleep, from the Yulin army to the guards, from the eunuchs in charge of the Royal Academy to the maids in charge of tea.
, all must follow and support.
Compared with those years ago, there are two more banners on the wall of the imperial study. The two banners were written by different people. The level of the two banners is very different, but they are equally important to the current palace. It is the two banners written by Yu Yue Hua Kai.
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His Majesty the Emperor is no longer young, but he is still a teenager after all. The academy does not allow him to stay up late for a long time. He has already fallen asleep at this time. The person who is reviewing the memorial in the imperial study is Li Yu.
Her face was still so beautiful, but because she lived in a deep palace for a long time and rarely saw the light of day, she looked a little too pale and a little too thin.
She looked at the memorials and the political documents of each county intently. After reading for a long time, she felt a little thirsty. She reached out to bring the tea, but knocked over the bowl. Only then did she realize that the bowl was not tea, but the tea brought in by the palace maid earlier.
Tremella soup.
The white fungus soup is a bit thick and falls on the memorial, but it is easier to clean up.
On the city wall, the soup in the copper pot also overflowed. When it touched the hot pot wall, it made a sizzling sound and was quickly evaporated, leaving gray stains. Some of it dripped down the table legs and fell.
onto an iron arrow.
Ning Que ignored it and continued to eat delicious mutton, plump beef, and drink mellow spirits.
He ate very slowly, because he was going to sit on the city wall anyway, so it was always good to find something to do. It was just a meal, no matter how slowly he ate, there was still a time when he was finished. When he put down his chopsticks, several people
Tang Jun stepped forward and cleared the table, leaving behind the pot of wine and a plate of side dishes to go with the wine.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth, then wiped the table, finally picked up the iron arrow, wiped off the hot pot soup on it, and put it on the bow string to ensure that it could be shot at any time.
He looked south again, in the direction of Linkang City. The drunkard had not become brighter before, so he thought he would never have the chance to see him again tonight, but he had to keep watching.
Up to this point, he didn't know what happened in Linkang City, but he knew that Liu Yiqing should be dead, because the senior brother could not take action because Liu Yiqing wanted to die.
Ning Que spilled the wine on the ground as a sacrifice.
Liu Yiqing died, but the drunkard did not die, which is a pity.
But it doesn't matter, I couldn't kill him tonight, he will always be able to kill him in the morning.
The wine wet the ground, and the blue bricks of the city wall turned black, so the moonlight became whiter, like frost. Only then did he notice that the moon tonight was not very round, but very bright.
The bright moon shines on the world.
To take a photo is to see and to take care of.
Ning Que filled the glass with wine, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and said, "Teacher, please continue to look at us, we will continue to look at this world on your behalf."
In the far south, Linkang City was in chaos, with fire everywhere, but there was no sound in front of a certain gate of the imperial city that had become ruins, and the silence was so heart-stopping.
The drunkard said: "The question is, how long can Ning Que watch?"
Senior Brother was silent, no one could keep watching.
The drunkard looked at him expressionlessly and asked: "Besides you, who can let him see me?"
After hearing these words, the senior brother's expression changed slightly and he begged: "Please don't."
The blue shirt is not wet, the wine bottle is not opened.
Wherever the wind blows, the figure of the drunkard disappears.