Everyone at the wine table was sighing and sighing. Ning Que and Sang Sang were in the corner, picking at the shredded pickles on the plate, listening silently, and the sounds of drinking gruel were also sighing. He no longer had much impression of Master Zeng Jing.
But he has a deep memory of the lady who was as fierce as a tiger. As for the big drama of a family fight going to the palace, he doesn't know how to judge right from wrong. Anyway, these things have nothing to do with him. He is more concerned about it.
It’s the situation opposite the doctor’s residence...
"Compared to Lord Zeng Jing, even if General Lin Guangyuan is unlucky...this is not true. If you dare to commit treason and rebellion, dying a thousand times will be considered an advantage for him, but...those people in the mansion
How pitiful."
The old man picked up the tip of his chopsticks and poked the salted eggs on the plate. He took a sip of the cheap lotus white and sighed: "You haven't seen it with your own eyes. I happened to be there that day, and the sound of killings in the general's mansion was loud.
When the head fell to the ground, it made a loud sound like a watermelon falling to the ground. The blood... spilled out from under the door. It was really miserable."
"I don't want to speak for that thief, but sometimes when I think about things in this world, it's really unpleasant to think about it. At that time, everyone in the neighborhood knew that there were several officials in the court who were friendly with General Xuanwei, but after the incident, they didn't
One person stood up to speak for the general, but there was no one to collect the body afterwards."
The old man put down his wine glass, subconsciously looked around the restaurant, looked at the street outside the door, and said in a low voice: "Have you ever heard of Huang Xing, the gatekeeper? He was the assistant general brought back from the frontier by General Xuanwei, and he reported it to the general.
He is the one who betrayed the country. Where is this person now... He took refuge with His Highness the Prince and is now doing well!"
"Also, Captain Zhaowu from back then is said to be quite good now. I wonder if these people will think of the heads in General Xuanwei's mansion when they spend their days enjoying themselves, and how they feel if they think of it."
Dip the tip of the chopsticks into the egg yolk and drink the wine. Although it is slow, he still finishes the meal. The Chang'an idlers at the wine table drank up the daily lotus white portion prescribed by the fierce wife at home, then ended their chat and said goodbye with a smile.
Ning Que and Sang Sang were still sitting at the small table in the corner. The porridge on the table was cold, and the edges of the pickled cabbage were rolled up by the wind, but they obviously had no intention of leaving.
"Master, what is your relationship with the General's Mansion?" Sangsang looked at him and asked seriously.
Ning Que smiled and replied: "Of course it is related."
"I'm asking... what the relationship is, not whether there is any relationship." Sangsang corrected seriously.
Ning Que was silent for a moment, then his smile gradually faded, and he said seriously: "But we can't talk about this relationship. You are my maid now. Once you talk about it, the court will behead us together."
Sangsang looked into his eyes and knew he was telling a joke. She shook her head and said, "Master, you are talking nonsense."
"In the Tang Dynasty, the number of people killed by nonsense is no less than that of barbarians." Ning Que laughed and replied: "Sometimes we all know what is going on, but we can't say it, because as soon as we say it, it will
People are going to die, so if we have to talk, then we can just keep talking nonsense."
After saying this, he picked up the wooden chopsticks again, rolled up the sleeve on his right hand, and looked back and forth between the five small plates of pickles and the two bowls of cold porridge on the table, wondering what to do next to pass the time.
At this time, a young man walked into the restaurant. This man was very thin and average-looking. His most obvious feature was his black face. His face was as dark as the bottom of an iron pot that had been used for many years. It was much darker than Sangsang.
Sangsang probably rarely saw anyone darker than herself, so she couldn't help but look up curiously, and felt that it seemed a bit rude. When she was about to look back, she was surprised to find this dark and thin young man.
Walking towards the corner, her body froze slightly, and her right hand reached behind her back to hold the middle part of the black umbrella.
The thin black man did not come for them. He sat directly at the table next to them and asked for some wine and food. Sang Sang felt a little more relaxed and did not notice that the thin black man was facing Ning Que.
Sitting there, the distance is very close.
When the dark and thin man walked into the restaurant, Ning Que did not recognize him. After all, when they met in the mountains and forests of Yanjing, they were both very young. The other party called him Xiao Ningzi, and he called the other party Xiao Heizi.
Now that so many years have passed, Ning Que has become a young man, and the other party has also become a young man with a calm demeanor.
Ning Que picked up a chopstick and put the pickles into his mouth, chewing them like a girl who couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. After chewing several times, she realized that it was the food she disliked the most.
Sang's favorite dish is pickled cabbage heads in vinegar.
"It seems that you have been doing well these years." He said while suppressing a smile.
Sang Sang's chopsticks had just reached the plate of vinegar-pickled cabbage heads, with a slightly complaining look on her face. She was wondering why the young master had changed his temper today and wanted to fight with her to eat this food. When she suddenly heard Ning Que's question, she realized that he should
I was asking the thin dark man who just walked in. The tips of my chopsticks couldn't help but freeze on the edge of the plate.
The thin black man's shoulders twitched slightly, and he seemed to be holding back his laughter, and said: "Why can't you do as well as you? Even a wicked thing like you can pass the academy's preliminary examination, and you even deceived that little girl back then.
It's so damn wicked to become my own little maid... It seems like she doesn't recognize me anymore."
"She was only a little older seven years ago, and she is not a genius like me who is born with knowledge." Ning Que picked up the bowl of porridge and responded angrily: "Let's get down to business. What did you do to those bastards who killed my family back then?"
How many have I found? And how many have you found about the guy who massacred your entire village and later helped cover up Xiahou?"
The dark and thin young man replied: "The whole world knows who the person who first accused Lin Guangyuan of treason was, but the few guys who came out to testify and nailed the case into a solid case are not so clear. We only found out who he was.
There are two guys who were released from prison eight years ago and are still in Chang'an City. It's wonderful to say that these two guys are living in ordinary lives now. I don't know if they will regret their decisions back then."
Ning Que didn't look back and was thinking silently, but the dark and thin young man suddenly turned around and said with a frown: "Why are you sitting back to back? Why do you have to make so many turns to send a letter? Where did you learn these messy things?
Why do I always feel like we are meeting as enemy spies?"
Ning Que helplessly covered his forehead and sighed, looking at his dark and simple face, he said: "Didn't you say that you are undercover in some gang under the orders of the military department? How did I know that you undercovers are so unprofessional?"
The dark and skinny young man chuckled, opened his arms and said, "Who cares about the undercover, I still want to see what you and Sangsang have become after so many years."
Ning Que reluctantly opened his arms and hugged the other party in the dark corner of this shabby restaurant.
The thin, dark young man named Zhuoer was his first friend in the world.
The time when the two of them met was coincidental, and the reason for meeting was also coincidental. It so happened that the two of them only needed the time to tell two stories to decide to become each other's companions on the road of life and never deviate from each other.
Because their lives have the same goal: to kill Xiahou.