Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 29: Entering the Royal Court
Volume 2: The Lake of Winter, Chapter 29: Entering the Royal Court
Ning Que and the disciples of the Mochi Garden of the Great River Kingdom had become very familiar with each other by holding their bows and drawing arrows by the side of the Biyao Sea, and hunting together in the wilderness. After fighting side by side in bloody battles under the meadow, the two sides became even more affectionate and intimate.
For the next few days, Ning Que stayed in the carriage to recuperate from his injuries. At the same time, he reshaped the young Talisman Master's worldview, life, and combat outlook. He rarely got out of the carriage and stayed in the carriage even when eating and taking breaks.
These things are strange in the eyes of the disciples of Mochiyuan. They know very well that the temperament of the mountain master seems to be cold, but in fact he is gentle and gentle, but they have never been so close to a young man. Zui Zhihua also feels that this is very inappropriate.
I just thought that Ning Que was seriously injured and I was embarrassed to let him down.
In fact, Ning Que's injuries recovered very quickly. He no longer coughed up blood the next night. His violently shaken consciousness gradually calmed down, and his occasional dizziness never appeared again.
Zui Zhihua and other Mochiyuan disciples were not very clear about his physical condition, but Mo Shanshan watched all of his recovery process and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
That night when Ning Que drew his bow and sniped several horse thieves, Mo Shanshan felt the fluctuation of telepathy at the side. At that time, she guessed that Ning Que should be a practitioner. She was not too surprised by this.
If a place like the academy chooses students to go alone into the wilderness to perform tasks, then the students are naturally extraordinary.
It's just that the leader of the horse thieves is a great telepathic master who has entered the upper realm of Dongxuan. If she hadn't mastered half of the magic talismans in Mogan Mountain in the spring, she wouldn't be able to hurt the opponent. Such a powerful telepathic master would attack Ning with all his strength.
Que, according to common sense, even if Ning Que can survive, his consciousness will be seriously damaged and he will most likely become a stupid person. How can he still talk and be as happy as he is now? Could it be that Ning Que's telepathy is so powerful?
More powerful than yourself?
The bookworm was not good at talking to people, especially she didn't want to pry into the privacy of others, so she had questions about Ning Que one after another, but she never asked any questions. She just sat quietly by the car window and wrote in beautiful small regular script.
Follow Ning Que's guidance, and then carefully choose what you can learn and understand it with your heart.
Ning Que was amazed after seeing her handwriting, because Mo Shanshan's calligraphy was indeed excellent. The ink pen fell round but not flattering, soft and boney, the strokes were faint and clear, the thickness was even and appropriate, fresh and pleasant.
Only then did he understand why the female disciples in Mochiyuan laughed so happily when he praised the young Talisman master for being obsessed with writing and having a bit of his own style in the camp a few days ago - she was obsessed with books,
The books here are calligraphy and calligraphy books that are written all over the world, rather than books that read and write thousands of books. In the eyes of Mochiyuan disciples, it is indeed extremely ridiculous for an ordinary person like him to say that the bookworms in the world have their own style.
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The disciples of Mochiyuan rode horses and carts, and changed roads at an ice jam, heading from northeast to northwest, heading straight to the royal court. There were few people along the way, but mostly cold-resistant cashmere sheep and wasteland. The road was still difficult to travel.
The carriage was heaving and vibrating. Ning Que watched her hanging the pen by the window without moving her wrist, and the handwriting on the paper was not messy. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. His reputation as a genius of Talisman was already a bit unrealistic in front of the girl.
Could it be that even the title of calligrapher is going to be taken away?
Putting the cotton pad behind the car board, he lay down comfortably, his face very close to Mo Shanshan's white skirt hanging on the floor. He casually reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the stack of papers on the small table, his eyes fell and he couldn't help but smile slightly.
Startled.
There were some very familiar words written on that piece of paper.
"Master Sangsang, I won't..."
When Ning Que watched the young Talisman master writing quietly by the window, he thought of the third senior sister by the old east window, and began to miss the academy in the south of Chang'an City, the days in the back mountains and those lovely classmates, and then suddenly he was thousands of miles away.
Seeing the rubbings of his chicken soup calligraphy in the wilderness outside, he began to miss the alley in the east city of Chang'an, the days in the old pen studio and the dark and skinny guy.
Mo Shanshan noticed something strange in his expression from the corner of his eye. He turned around with his hands on the ground and found that he was looking at the chicken soup post he had bought with a lot of money. He couldn't help but asked in a daze: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, do you also know calligraphy?"
It must be said that the bookworm girl is really not good at communicating with others. If she were asked by someone else, she would probably say, Brother, do you also like calligraphy? But she was very direct and did not think about the feelings of the listener at all.
Ning Que had long been accustomed to things like Second Senior Brother's ancient crown popping up in her words from time to time, so he didn't take it seriously at all. He shrugged and replied, "I understand a little bit."
Mo Shanshan once asked him if he knew the Tao of Fu. At that time, his answer was that he knew a little bit about it. Now when it came to the Tao of calligraphy, his answer was that he still knew a bit. In front of others, he would probably have the confidence to say that he was a Fu Tao.
Dao Tiancai is a master of calligraphy, but in front of the bookworms all over the world, he felt that it would be easier to keep a low profile so as not to lose face.
Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly asked: "What do you think of this calligraphy?"
Her expression was very focused, and she seemed to care about Ning Que's answer.
Ning Que didn't expect that she would ask him for her opinion, so he asked, "You mean the chicken soup post?"
Mo Shanshan looked at him with a serious expression and said: "Senior brother is a student of Chang'an Academy. Of course I have heard of Chicken Soup Calligraphy. I heard that this calligraphy is a masterpiece by someone from the academy, so I want to hear your opinion."
There is a sour saying: Knowing yourself is always the hardest thing, but it is also difficult to criticize yourself, especially if you still want to praise yourself without the listener knowing.
Ning Que hid his true identity from the Mochiyuan disciples. Although he did not have any ill intentions, the relationship between the two parties was so close now that it would inevitably be a bit embarrassing if it was exposed, so he had to continue to hide it for the time being until there was a suitable opportunity.
, facing this situation at this time is even more embarrassing.
Moreover, he didn’t know what the young Talisman Master thought of the Chicken Soup Post and the person who wrote the Chicken Soup Post. If she liked to appreciate it, that would be fine. But wouldn’t it be very troublesome if she hated her own calligraphy? This possibility is not
Xiao, although it is often said that literature is not the best, but in fact, if you look at the conflicts that occurred when poets and calligraphers gathered in Chang'an City, you can know that people like Mo Shanshan who are good at calligraphy will always be somewhat disapproving of other calligraphers.
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Literati look down on each other. Isn't this true among writers?
"This post shows the sharpness of the writing but does not know how to restrain it. The form is scattered and the spirit is dead but has no bones. It seems to have some new ideas, but in fact it is just some thieves' tricks and wrong way of writing. It has lost the integrity and elegance. It is not worth mentioning.
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He did not hesitate to disparage the chicken soup post, and his expression was calm and collected. He hid all the embarrassment and bitterness in his body and did not dare to reveal it at all. This may be the so-called price.
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to tell whether he was telling the truth or whether he was casually derogatory. After a long period of time, she asked seriously again: "What do you think, senior brother, of the flower blooming post?"
Ning Que looked at her and said in shock, "Junior sister, have you even read the flowers blooming post?"
Mo Shanshan shook his head and said: "I have collected some copies of the calligrapher in the academy, but the flowers are hidden in the deep palace, and even the copies are collected by the princes and princes in Chang'an City, so I only heard of his name.
No trace of it was seen.”
Ning Que felt slightly relaxed and responded with a smile: "I have never seen it, so I can't comment."
Mo Shanshan lowered his eyes slightly and fell on the chicken soup calligraphy rubbings in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. He just heard her sigh softly and turned around to continue tracing her own hairpins in regular script.
During the battle under the meadow that day, she saw the scene on the other side of the wall of fire, but failed to see the fleeting ball of fire in front of the door of the leader of the horse thieves. If she knew that Ning Que next to her was also a member of the Fu Dao,
Maybe her thoughts will be completely different, and her behavior at this time will naturally be different.
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Going deep into the wilderness, turning from the northeast to the northwest, after a short walk you can see the faint shadow of the mountains in the distance in the sky.
Minshan Mountain is the most majestic and longest mountain range in the world. It stretches southward from the depths of the wilderness to the south of Hebei County in the Tang Dynasty near Chang'an City. It stretches for an unknown number of kilometers, as if it was left by Haotian in the north of the world.
of a sword.
There is an interruption in the Minshan Mountain in the middle of the wasteland, forming a natural canyon. There is a city built on the west side of the canyon, which is guarded by elite troops from the northern Tang Dynasty.
The vast Min Mountain where Ning Que lived back then was the southern foot. The northern foot of Min Mountain was deep in the wasteland. It was called Zashi Mountain by the barbarians, which means Tian Abandoned Mountain. It means that if you go out of this mountain range, you will be abandoned by Haotian.
abandoned.
There is a fertile pasture to the east of Tianqi Mountain. Zuo Chanyu's tribe has lived on this pasture for generations, and the royal court is there.
Looking at the mountain shadow beside the sky in the distance through the car window, Ning Que naturally thought of the Min Mountain in the south, the North Route Army Town Fort on the other side of the mountain, and the old guys in Weicheng. He left the Bishui Camp and entered Liangchang.
The team has been walking into the wilderness for many days, but the mountain range is still there, as if it has not changed.
Looking at the mountain is a dead horse, let alone such a majestic and steep mountain range. The royal court is close, but it will take some time to reach it. As the distance gets closer, Ning Que becomes more and more silent, and more time
He hid in the carriage and refused to get out. Even if Tmall Girl called him to see the white cranes in the wetland, she couldn't call him.
Because he needs time to think about two very important issues.
The horse thieves who attacked them in the meadow followed them for many days, and later determined that the target of this group of horse thieves was themselves. This meant that since he left Bishui Camp and joined the grain team, the forces behind the horse thieves already knew.
Whose minions are those group of horse thieves or those groups of horse thieves? Who wants to kill him? Who is the leader of the horse thieves? A great master of Dongxuan realm cannot be a simple leader of horse thieves. In battle, Ning Ning
The military aura he felt made him feel even heavier.
The right arm of the leader of the horse thieves was cut off by him. If he did not die in the wilderness after being rescued by his subordinates, he would definitely need local medical treatment. Such a serious injury could not be cured by ordinary horse thieves in their home. The man needed medicine from a doctor.
We need to seize the time, and the place closest to the meadow and where the broken arm injury can be cured happens to be the Zuozhang Royal Court.
After all the food and grass were destroyed, Mo Shanshan insisted on bringing the Mochiyuan disciples to the royal court. Ning Que did not express any objection. In addition to the friendship forged in the battle, there was another reason for this.
Regardless of whether the person behind the group of horse thieves was the Shanyu of the Royal Court or someone else, he firmly believed that as long as the leader of the horse thieves was still alive, there was at least a 90% chance that he was hiding in the Royal Court at this time.
He wants to find the other person, ask some questions, and then kill the other person.
In addition, he is still reflecting on what he did after leaving the academy and coming to the wasteland.
From a very young age, after every difficult life-and-death battle, he would analyze and summarize afterwards. Because of this, he survived with Sangsang.
Reflection has become a kind of instinct for him, but this time the reflection in the carriage was deeper than every reflection in the past years, and even traced back to all the behaviors after leaving Weicheng and entering Chang'an.
After thinking silently for a long time, he confirmed that after he left Weicheng, especially after entering the academy, many actions or choices he made were not the most appropriate ones because he fell into some kind of misunderstanding.
When he was in Weicheng, he was used to riding alone into the wilderness, spying on the enemy for the general, and chasing horse thieves with his comrades, so this time he brought the students from the academy to the wilderness to practice cultivation, shouldering two important tasks entrusted by His Majesty and the Imperial Advisor.
, is still used to acting like this, disguised and sneaking into the food team, just thinking of acting in secret.
However, he had forgotten that he was no longer a soldier in Weicheng, no longer a scout, no longer a woodcutter at Subi Lake, but a direct disciple of the Confucius, a student at the back of the academy, and His Majesty the Emperor's golden secret agent.
, is the identity of a guest at the South Gate of Haotian Dao and Tianshu Office.
Acting in secret means that all his backgrounds and backers that have made countless people envious and awe have become meaningless. The commander of the temple cavalry knows that Mo Shanshan is a bookworm, so he will not dare to act and speak rashly. If he puts the disciples at the back of the academy
Once their identity is revealed, how can those horse thieves dare to gather together and attack?
There is also an extremely important point: before leaving the academy, the second senior brother specifically reminded himself in the back mountain that people from the academy can only bully others and cannot be bullied. This is so grand and arrogant, but he does not have the reputation of a disciple in the back mountain of the academy.
Identity, even if you are arrogant, who would know that it is someone from the academy who is arrogant?
Ning Que rested his chin on his hands and leaned against the carriage window, looking at the mountains and the tents that were faintly visible in the distance. He thought helplessly that the poor boys from the countryside who went to the city to earn a lot of money would only secretly buy some houses.
, eating a few bowls of hot and sour noodle soup, it has been too long, and it will take some time to get used to bullying others.
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It was already the middle of winter, and the weather was cold and freezing. Perhaps it was because of the geothermal heat in the mountains that the grassland at the foot of Tianqi Mountain was still covered with green grass growing here and there, and tents were blooming like white clouds in the grassland.
Two carriages and a few tired horses carried the disciples of Mochiyuan of Dahe Kingdom to the outside of the pasture. There was no grain team behind them, and there were no cavalry guards behind them. It looked a bit desolate.
The peace talks between the grassland barbarians Zuozhang Wangting and the Central Plains Allied Forces have officially begun. All forces have gathered here with their cavalry. Noisy and lively sounds can be heard in the distance. I don’t know how many people are drinking and telling stories.
A cavalry team from the Royal Court welcomed the Mochiyuan disciples into the camp. It was obvious that the attack on the meadow and the half of the talisman had spread. Some people knew that the bookworm was in the carriage, so the cavalry behaved well.
Consider it respect.
On the contrary, the envoy guards from the Central Plains in the camp looked at the Mochiyuan disciples with somewhat cold eyes. They did not understand why these people did not retreat to Yanbei when all the food and grass were destroyed, but came to the royal court. Could it be that these Mochiyuan disciples
Don't you know that some big figures in the temple and the coalition are extremely dissatisfied with their performance?