Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 39: Am I going to tell lies? (Part 2)
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 39: Can I tell lies? (Part 2)
The Tmall girl rushed over and recounted the previous incident in detail, especially when she mentioned the accusations of Qunimadi, the little girl couldn't hide her anger.
The people in the tent looked at Ning Que and Tmall girl in confusion. Because they didn't know the specific identity of the young man, they remained silent for the time being and were curious about what would happen next. Now, today the post of the Yusi Department has already obtained it.
After reaching a conclusion on the handling, and Aunt Qunimadi looked at the police coldly, could there be any changes?
Many people in the Wangting tribe came here with the big dark horse. The discussion was very noisy outside the tent. It was not until the temple manager who was responsible for maintaining order went out to scold him a few times before he gradually became quiet.
Ning Que knew what had happened before from the Tmall woman's narrative. After thinking for a moment, he put the reins of the big dark horse on the cigarette pipe at the tent without tying it. He looked at Mo Shanshan in the distance and said, "
So that's the case, it's worth your bloody mouth? There are always other ways to prove it."
Everyone in the tent was still silent, looking at him with curiosity and mocking, thinking that although it was not a matter of death without evidence, the matter of encountering a horse thief in the meadow was not the evidence, so what can you do to prove it?
These thoughts and feelings were hidden in everyone's hearts, but Tmall girl asked her very directly. Thinking of the anger and helplessness of her senior sisters before, she opened her big and bright eyes and looked at Ning Que in confusion:
"How to prove it?"
Ning Que replied: "I can prove it because I was there at that time."
He glanced at the disciples of the Central Plains sects with different expressions in the tent, raised his right hand and pointed at the commander of the temple cavalry in the distance, and said, "I can prove that the temple cavalry on the meadow did not save him at that time, and watched coldly,
And when we defeated the horse thief, the commander led the cavalry to rush down the meadow, cut the horse thief's heads, and rob military merits. I think he even had the idea of killing people at that time."
Listening to this passage, everyone in the venue was in an uproar. Ning Que's words not only pointed out that the despicable and cold-blooded behavior of the temple cavalry, but even made more serious accusations!
The uproar like the wind blowing the pine forest gradually faded away, and people's eyes when they looked at Ning Que became more complicated and weird. Until this time, no one believed that he could turn the situation around today, thinking, could you say a word to the temple?
Believe it? I can't help but feel that this young man is purely stupid and seeking death.
The Tianyusi Siji looked slightly dark, and his hair was as tight as iron as silver threads, which was obviously a little unhappy. He didn't expect that when this farce was about to end, the book fan would be so strong, and this
The young man who came out of nowhere was still complicated and wanted to make things even more troublesome.
He was about to scold him, but suddenly Yu Guangli noticed that General Shu of Tang on his right hand looked a little strange. This strange thing came from the smile on the general's face, and the smile seemed to have a different meaning.
The Tianyu Secretariat's heart was slightly shaking, thinking to myself whether this general of Tang Dynasty knew this person? The temple shone in the world and had an extremely noble status. However, he was still vigilant and uneasy towards the imperial cavalry of the Tang Empire. Seeing this at this time
General Shu showed such a look, and the postman smiled slightly, and did not intend to say anything.
Chen Bachi, the commander of the Temple Cavalry, was accused of being cold-blooded and robbing military merits and even wanted to kill people to silence the patient. His face was already gloomy like the wet clouds in Minshan Mountains, staring at Ning Que on the curtain, although he didn't think of this person
It was the dark shadow behind the fire wall below the meadow, but he noticed the other party's clothes and scolded angrily: "Look at your clothing, you should be a disciple of Mochiyuan. If that's the case, how can you be qualified to accuse me of this general about this?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I am not a disciple of Mochiyuan."
After saying this, he took the Tmall woman's hand and walked into the tent. His leather boots stepped on the thick blanket without making any sound. His steps seemed so stable. He looked at his various sects on both sides of the road.
The disciple's expression became more and more serious, thinking that this person confessed that he was not a disciple of Mochiyuan, so where did his confidence come from?
The head of the temple cavalry looked slightly brighter and he glanced at Aunt Qunimadi.
Since Ning Que appeared in the meeting account, Qunimadi has been silent indifferently and has not even looked at him, because she disdained these small characters at all. It was not until she felt the gaze of the cavalry commander that she slowly raised her head.
Looking at Ning Que who was walking here, he said in a cold voice: "Since you are not a disciple of Mochiyuan, why did you appear in the grain team camp that day, and why did you wear the clothes of Mochiyuan disciples? I wonder if you are
Where is the evil demon heretic who dares to pretend to be my righteous person and take me a life and ask me for a question!"
This is the real confidence brought by status and strength. Aunt Qunimadi, a powerful man who calls for the wind and rain, will never spend any time debating and negotiating with the other party. He will just fight over, even if he doesn't.
If you beat you to death, you will knock you out. As for whether you have any grievances, what does it have to do with me?
Listening to Aunt Qunimadi's words, the other disciples of the sect in the tent were hesitant, but the ascetic monks from Baita Temple in Yuelun Kingdom had already stood up with their staff and were ready to subdue the young man.
Mo Shanshan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the girl from the Dahe Kingdom behind him held a show sword in her hand and wanted to stop these monks from Baita Temple. The situation was in chaos. At this time, a monk from Baita Temple saw Ning Que's appearance clearly.
, suddenly was shocked and reached out to stop the brothers beside him from moving rashly.
This monk was ordered by his master to ask for the hot springs that day, and injured Zhuo Zhihua and hit the Tmall girl with a stick, but in the end he was seriously injured under Ning Que's knife and arrow. He encountered that day
I was very impressed. Ning Que did not wear a mask that day. When he met again today, how could he not recognize him?
He quickly walked to Qunimadi and said a few words in a low voice.
Qu Nimadi heard that the young man was actually a student of the academy. His eyes suddenly appeared in his deep sleep, and his wrinkles seemed to be blown flat by the wind. He stared at Ning Que and said hoarse and fiercely: "It turns out that it's from the academy."
Students who practice practice are so arrogant and unrestrained. Do you think you are afraid to teach you a lesson if you are old?"
Ning Que had already walked forward and let the Tmall girl return to Mochiyuan's disciples. He looked at the old woman and was silent for a moment and said, "I just want to prove something for my fellow workers in Mochiyuan. Why
You have to teach me a lesson? Do you think you are my teacher? Or are you afraid that I will tell the truth? What are you afraid of?"
There were four questions in a row, although they were not aggressive, but calm and gentle, but when they thought that these four questions were Aunt Qunimadi, who was strange and grim and had a very noble seniority, everyone naturally chewed it out in the venue.
The toughness hidden in it was shocked and I thought that even if you are a student from the academy to study in the wasteland, you would be too presumptuous in your behavior.
Qu Nimadi looked at Ning Que coldly, as if she was looking at a dead person. Although she didn't seem to be angry because of his words, those who really knew this strong man knew that she was at this time.
He was extremely furious.
"I don't know which teacher your teacher is in the academy, but I think it's not rewarding to teach you a lesson with my old age. As for the truth, I really want to know what kind of evidence you can come up with.
Come."
Qunimadi's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but she had a harsh pride and contempt.
Ning Que smiled and said, "What I said is evidence."
The commander of the Temple Cavalry was furious and shouted loudly: "Just! When can one person say something as evidence?"
Ning Que was not angry and replied softly: "I heard what the old lady said before was regarded as evidence by everyone. So why can't what I said be regarded as evidence?"
The whole house was filled with an uproar. This time it was not because of the strength shown by this academy student, but because of the title of old lady. He knew the identity of Aunt Qunimadi, but used this homely language to match it and showed his emotions.
Not only is it strong, it is already unconcealed contempt!
Old lady? Qu Nimadi has never been called like this in her life. Whether it is the Lord of Yuelun or the three priests of the Temple, they are polite to her and treat her with courtesy. Unexpectedly, they are a junior today
She was so humiliated that she was trembling all over with anger. Her old hands were tightly holding the back of the chair, as if she could get up and take action at any time.
If she hadn't known that Ning Que was a student of the academy, she might have died at this time, but even if Ning Que was a student of the academy, she would not have planned to give Tang Guo any face and would have to deal with this guy.
The commander of the temple cavalry could no longer hold back and was furious. He slapped the table beside him and angrily said, "Aunt is the sister of the Lord of Yuelun, a great master of the Buddha Sect. What are you? You also want to compare with your aunt.
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Ning Que walked to the girls in the Great River Kingdom and smiled slightly, indicating that the girls full of worry should not be panicked. He nodded to Mo Shanshan and told him to leave everything to him. Then the smile on his face suddenly stopped and he had a heavy palm.
He slapped a table beside him in half and taught a lesson: "What are you? How dare you speak to me in this tone!"
The people in the tent knew that this young man was a bold guy. Even Aunt Qunimadi became an old lady in his mouth. The commander of the temple cavalry was naturally nothing in his eyes.
Of course, I was still shocked, but I was no longer in an uproar, and I watched the development of the situation in silence.
It was silent. If a cat walked past the thick blanket at this time, it would attract everyone's attention.
Ning Que sorted out the front of his clothes and was about to take out the elm waist tag at his waist, but hesitated. What kind of movement should he use to take it out and what expression should he cooperate with? Are he proud or disdainful?
It is always a very difficult thing to pay for cards that are beautiful, free and generous, whether it is a trump card or a low-key card.
The yamen runner took out his waist card and pointed it at the thief in Jiangyang, calmly said that I was a policeman. Jiangyang was panicked and held his hands. The god of gambling drew out the trump card pressed at the bottom, saying no more, I am a little older than you, sitting there
The opponent opposite the long table looked pale and immediately like earth, and he was in a state of mind the next moment. As these pictures show, whenever he takes out a card with ease, no matter his movements, expressions and tone, he must cooperate very well, so that he will not
It seems that you are bullying others with power, but you are calm and blunt. You are extremely proud but you can't smell the spark.
Among the people Ning Que has known in his life, there are countless proud people, but he really admires him and feels that he is so proud that he is hopelessly handsome. In his opinion, if it is
If the second senior brother takes out his waist card, he will definitely shake down a large number of strong people and confuse a lot of girls.
No, the second senior brother doesn’t need to take a low card. The hammer above the second senior brother’s head is an excellent waist card.
With the second senior brother, Zhuyu, and the warning, Ning Que paid great attention to his appearance when he first appeared on the back mountain of the academy. He regretted his casualness when he was snatching a box on the meadow, and then he took some
Not sure what to do.
Lifting it in the air like a torch? It's clear that it's clear, but it's a bit stupid; it's pulled out like a knife? It's handsome, but it's really handsome, but if you don't see clearly what's written on the waist card, you'll misunderstand him.
What to do? Although he has gotten rid of the mentality of a little person, he is not afraid of any temple aunt at all, if he really fights, the old woman is afraid that a finger can kill him...
At this time, the atmosphere in the venue was tense and depressing, as silent as a quiet hill. Everyone looked at Ning Que and noticed that his expression was a bit strange. He seemed to be thinking about some extremely complex problems, but he could not think of the problems he was thinking about and
Nothing in between the scenes is related, it is purely nothing that is not.
General Shu Cheng has been watching Ning Que since he entered the tent of the matter. The general from Chang'an Military Headquarters had already guessed Ning Que's identity. At this time, he looked at him and thought about what place it was behind the academy.
It was indeed inappropriate to ask Ning Que to report his home, so he coughed twice and said with a smile: "Mr. Thirteen, since you are not a disciple of Mochiyuan, should you sit next to me?"
General Shu Jun's voice attracted all his attention.
Ning Que was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the general had known his identity for a long time, and then felt much more relaxed. He nodded to Mo Shanshan beside him, and walked over as he said.
"I'll introduce it to you."
General Shu Cheng stood up, lightly Fu Ningque's shoulder, first nodded to the Tianyu Secretariat, then looked at the people in the tent, and smiled calmly and said, "This is the most famous calligraphy master in the Tang Dynasty's Tianqi years.
, deeply favored by His Majesty the Emperor, and he is also the descendant of the great priest of Xiling, Lord Yan Se, but what I want everyone to know more is that he is Ning Que, who defeated Prince Longqing and won the second floor of the academy this year."
The head of the Tianyu Secretariat smiled and looked at Ning Que with interest. He had guessed a little before. At this time, the guess was confirmed and he was still shocked, but nothing appeared on the surface.
The meeting account was quiet, and all emotions had not yet had time to ferment and erupt, but everyone's eyes were filled with endless shock and envy.
In this quiet, Ning Que looked at Aunt Qunimadi, whose expression became increasingly gloomy, and said, "I heard you have said before, who in the world would believe that you would tell lies?"
After a moment of pause, he turned to the crowd in the venue and asked with a smile: "Then I really want to know, who in the world would believe a student on the second floor of the academy and believe that my disciple, the teacher's personal disciple, would tell lies?"
No matter where the courts and tents are, or in this world, no one dares to answer.
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(Suddenly I found out that this seemed to be the first time I wrote about my father's sex since Fan Xian, and it seems that I still like it. Xu Le never competed with his father, but only competed with his fists. Ning Que succeeded in his father's success in the past two days.
I'm also starting to fight for fists. Why are my ambitions so big?)