Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 173: No Sorrow
The second volume of the lake of Winter Lake Chapter 173 Do not see the pity
"People in Weicheng can still receive silver to this day, and they also know how to pity the little girl in Sang Sang. Then, in the future, he will always respect you and Xiao Mo Hui, and you will have a sense of belonging to the academy."
Master looked back at Ning Que in the coma, and said with a smile: "Of course, these are all things that are unrelated, but I think it may have an impact on the child's future choice.
Hearing Sang Sang's name, his brother frowned slightly, but he didn't just say this, but suddenly said: "The sludge is not dyed.
The master stopped and turned to look at his favorite apprentice. Slowly said, "That article was originally written for you."
The elder brother bowed his head and said: "Students are ashamed."
Master said: "There is no perfect person in the world, but in terms of morality, you are stronger than me, better than your uncle, and everyone who has seen it for many years.
But it's not good to do it, it's not good for Jun Mo. "
Listening to the teacher's criticism, the elder brother was silently taught, but said: "The big black umbrella behind the younger brother, I'm afraid that the people of the Buddha have already seen some clues and have to be careful."
The master looked at him quietly, and suddenly brushed the sleeves of the robe, and the dead leaves flying around the street, and went straight to the midnight sky of the night, as if to leave some roads behind the stars.
"No found in the underworld, not to mention Single?"
"Nothing in Ping, not to mention the son of Ming Ping?"
"I see that little girl, I still have pity, let alone this idiot."
Master looked at Ning Que, who was still unconscious, and smiled.
Then he said calmly: "I said in the past, no one is eligible for things that cannot be understood in the world, and cannot be confirmed.
The development of any possibility is because living is countless possible collection. "
The elder brother thought about the argument with his younger brother in the back of the academy that night, thinking about the words of the time, and suddenly found that he had forgotten the teachings of the teacher.
As under the rain, the old jacket was soaked.
"Teacher, I'm wrong."
The Master smiled slightly and turned to move forward. The elder brother carried Ning Que, followed behind, late at night in the late winter, in the late night, a teacher took the two students who loved his most in his life to calm down, but he did not know that in the end
Where will it go?
Nympho
Nympho
In the Chang'an City in the middle of the night, more than 9,000 lights have been extinguished. In addition to the lights on the wall of the palace city, only the lively gambling house of Xicheng is still bright.
Tonight, there is still a mansion with lights.
In Wenyuange University's Shi Mansion, Mrs. Zeng Jing sat on the round stool in the study kept wiping with tears, and the sorrow and pity on the well -maintained faces were very clear.
Zeng Jing University sighed at her and said, "My daughter has been picked up, why are you so sad? Now I am still a little strange.
Too urgent. "
Mrs. Zeng Jing looked up at him sadly and said, "Where do I not understand this truth, is it that I still have to force my daughter to be today. I just think she has suffered too much in these years.
Especially when she looks at her little now, I can't help crying. "
Zeng Jing's university scholarly asked: "What about her?"
"The small building that she lived in Jingxiang Garden was originally equipped with four big four small and eight girls. Who knew that when I went before, I found that the eight girls were kicked out by her daughter.
What do you guess what daughter said? She said that she was used to serving people over the years, and she was not used to being served. "
Mrs. Zeng Jing said that her eyes flowed down again, and looked at the university scholar and said, "You said this made me feel like this mother's heart? And you should not hide me.
The engraving is why you are not worried that the queen mother wants to win the college, so I don't want her daughter to completely break the relationship with her master who kills Qian Dao. "
Zeng Jing thought that the previous housekeeper's private observation and reply, the perception of Sang Sang was a little better. Although the daughter who hadn't seen this for many years did not love to talk, it seemed a bit unpleasant, but it was actually calm and pleasant.
Extremely good. He nodded the beard and thought about the queen's mother -in -law. After a while, he said: "After all, it is your own flesh. No matter what the queen mother does, she will not leave us anymore, rest assured."
At this moment, there was a sudden hoof sound on the streets of Bachelor's Fufu. The academy was far from the gate, but at this time the night was quiet, and the hoof sound was so clear, and even a little thrilling.
Zeng Jing University scholars frowned slightly, stood up and looked outside the study.
With the dense footsteps, the Bachelor House managed and respectfully entered the study with a eunuch.
Zeng Jing looked at the eunuch Rong Yan, and his brows frowned deeper. He waved his hand and retreated all the people. He poured a cup of tea and handed it to the eunuch. He opened his mouth and didn't speak.
There is a quiet in the study.
Zeng Jing thought it was the queen's mother who asked her daughter to return from Lao Po Zhai. She thought a lot in her belly, but before he opened his mouth, the eunuch smiled and said, "Master Zeng, is the will of His Majesty."
Zeng Jing first realized that Gonggong Lin came, and then he was puzzled. The Datang of the Apocalypse was smooth and rainy.
It is impossible to send eunuchs to call himself the Wenchen to enter the palace, and it is even sent to Her Majesty's Palace, the most useful eunuch leader.
Gonggong Lin didn't give Zeng Jing more time, and said softly: "His Majesty knows the happy event of the university's father and daughter reunion.
Dao Xi didn't have to come late at night. Zeng Jing knew that this will must be there.
Sure enough, Gong Lin continued: "It's just that Sang Sang is still a maid in the household registration now. To prevent the discussion of the people, His Majesty asked the university to send her back to Lao Bizhai tonight."
Zeng Jing's noodles revealed anger, thinking that His Majesty's intention was completely messy. Where did you come from the principle of dismantling and flesh and flesh, Shen Sheng said, "I want to see His Majesty in the palace."
Gong Gong seems to have guessed that he would have this reaction, and was not surprised. He took two steps forward to his ear and said softly: "This is what the dean of the academy."
Zeng Jing was shocked and asked unbelievable: "Master ... back to Beijing?"
Lin Gonggong said with emotion: "Yes, the Master has not passed on the palace for many years. You should know that his old man rarely speaks the amount.
Only the Daming Palace was really dismantled. Who made our His Majesty the students who regarded themselves as a master in this life.
Zeng Jing hesitated.
Mrs. Zeng Jing suddenly trembled and said: "I have lost her for more than ten years. My daughter is unwilling to leave, and no one wants to take her away from me."
Mrs. Zeng Jing was not from the high gate valve, and it had nothing to do with the big surnames of Qinghe County. Before marrying Zeng Jing as the most ordinary daughter, but in Datang, it was the most common people in these people.
Their feelings and rights and wrongs will be the simplest and firm.
Before such a simple and firm feelings and right and wrong, power and strength often lose their original magic. Whether it is a master or the emperor, it may be temporarily avoided.
Lin Gonggong was slightly stunned, and paid tribute to the bachelor's wife, and said, "Madam, you misunderstood. Of course, this matter must first listen to Miss Sang Sang's own meaning. His Majesty's will just make you stop.
I think the two can let Miss Sang Sang come out to listen to me? "
Zeng Jing looked at each other, thinking that since His Majesty said so, he was really not good at being too tough, so he ordered people to go to Jingxiangyuan to see if Sang Sang slept.
Not in Lao Bizhai, Sang Sang was not sleeping well naturally. Last night, she kept her eyes open and looked at the complicated and beautiful patterns on the curtain for a whole night. Tonight she was sitting by the window in a daze.
She came to the study.
Gong Lin only said one sentence: "Ning Que was seriously injured."
Sang Sang was silent for a moment, and then turned around and walked out of the study, as if he didn't hear it.
After a while, she walked back with her bag.
She saluted the bachelor and wife, whispered: "I'll go and see, come back tomorrow."
Then she thought about it, and added another sentence: "I will come back if he is fine."
Nympho
Nympho
The bamboo forest in the ritual garden was brushed by the night breeze, like a black and green sea, like the dense water plants in the ink pond in the late autumn, the disciples of the Mochi Garden did not know what the elder brother and the mountain master said during the day.
I do n’t know what happened, sweet sleep in their respective rooms.
Mo Shanshan did not sleep. She faced the candlelight and looked at the books in front of her. These books were written in the daytime, but the ink was still fresh but still fresh, as if it had the taste of the time.
I walked in in a single clothes, looked at her cheeks, and worried about saying, "What happened, leave Changan in advance."
Mo Shanshan smiled at the book post under the candlelight, and the red lips were very tight, like the red line tied to the willow tree, and in the Great River, the red line on the willow tree represents marriage.
"I heard that Ning Que was injured before today."
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, and asked concisely: "Who?"
"The monk of the Moonlon country challenged on the morning street, and was lost by Ning."
After hesitating Hua Hua, he said after a moment: "The monk who heard that he had been studying in the Scripture Buddha in the suspended temple for many years, and the realm was very high, so I think the injuries that I would rather suffer should not be light."
Mo Shanshan stood up and sat down slowly after a moment of silence.
"It turns out that you have been injured when you write a book, but why don't you say it?"
For a long time, no one cut the candle core slightly curled, the light was faint, reflecting on the girl's white skirt, but it was light yellow, but it still couldn't cover the slight paleness on her face.
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(Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Strive to write it before 12 o'clock.)