Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 263 Yellow Leaf and White Chess
The General's Mansion did not prepare any delicacies for today's dinner. The long square table set up among the autumn trees in the courtyard was dark in color, with some very ordinary dishes on it, but it had a solemn atmosphere. The number of servants and maids serving by the table was
There are not many things like Bucai, which were actually done by two Xiahou young masters. This formation is completely different from the rumored general Xiahou's grand appearance.
At this time, probably the entire Chang'an City was paying attention to the dinner, but the atmosphere during the meal was not as tense as people imagined. She was just eating silently against Xiahou and Ning Que, who were sitting at both ends of the long table.
Let me tell you a few words about the scenery of the wasteland and the encounters in the mountain gate.
The simple dinner was very simple and came to an end. The maids entered one after another, quietly took away the leftovers from the long table, and served two plates of teapots with blue sky.
The two Xiahou princes Tining Que divided the first dish of tea, then said goodbye politely, walked out of the garden, let all the maids and managers go away, and kept their breath and kept their breath and kept their quiet at the gate of the garden.
The teapot and tea cup are blue in the sky, which is quite sparse, but warm and not dazzling. The tea is a mute and extremely gentle tea, and even the tea is just right at this time.
Ning Que looked at the teapot intently, reached out to slowly stroke the tea cup, and then he raised his head and looked at Xiahou on the other end of the long table, just as Tao looked at the teapot for a moment, just like Tao in the academy two years ago
When I first saw Prince Li Peiyan, I seemed to be trying to cast Xiahou's face into my eyes.
Xiahou looked at the large piece of Wu Mian in the cup rising and falling in the slightly congested Wenjing water, knowing that Ning Que was staring at him... A slightly mocking smile slowly came out of the corner of his lips, and said, "I want to see clearly."
What exactly does your enemy look like? You are not so presumptuous in Tuyang City.”
Ning Que did not deny his words, but he did not admit it. He gently turned his fingers into a small teacup in the sky and said, "I respect the eldest brother in Tuyang City, not you."
Hearing this sentence, Xiahou slowly raised his head.
As he moved, the undulating black mulberry in the teacup seemed to be hit suddenly... and she sank to the bottom of the cup honestly.
Ning Que lowered his head.
Xiahou looked at him expressionlessly.
The autumn wind suddenly rose in the courtyard... the treetops rustled, and countless thick and uneven yellow leaves were blown off the branches... falling on the long table and the ground in front of the two, making a solemn and slaughtering masterpiece.
If it were someone else, facing the powerful pressure of General Xiahou and the murderous intent brought by Qiufeng Huangye, thinking about the profound and inseparable resentment between the two, even if they are not afraid, they will probably feel that
A little nervous... but Ning Que didn't, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face.
Xiahou looked at his eyes without any warning and suddenly asked, "Are you Lin Guangyuan's son?"
Ning Que looked at the darker tea in the cup and shook his head.
The autumn wind with a murderous aura continued to linger in the courtyard, with many leaves falling, and then the yellow leaves on the table were nanmu to the ground and dragged the yellow leaves on the ground around.
Xiahou said: "I have killed many people in my life, and I don't care."
Ning Que finally raised his head at this time, looked at him and said, "General is mighty." The yellow fallen leaves on the ground were blown around by the autumn wind, and they stopped until they came to the corner of the wall... It looked like the lake was beating waves after wave.
There are many layers of waves on the embankment.
Xiahou said: "Sometimes, hatred cannot be solved and must be solved."
The fallen leaves piled up higher and higher in the corner of the courtyard wall... The fallen leaves on the top fell down, and were once again raised by the autumn wind that still occupied the ground... The solemn autumn wind did not give the fallen leaves any chance to escape.
Just like the conversation at this time, Xiahou said three words, and there seemed to be no connection between them, but he advanced step by step with great force, without giving Ning Que any chance to retreat.
Ning Que looked at the withered and fallen leaves struggling and shrunk in the corner and asked, "Please give me advice."
Xiahou looked at him with expressionless expression and said, "You can't move me."
Ning Que turned his head and looked at him and said, "But you dare not touch me either."
It sounds like there is no difference between the two, but in fact it is very different. Taozhe said that Ning Que was not capable, while the latter said that Xiahou did not have courage.
Xiahou said: "Because of this, even the hatred that cannot be resolved must be resolved, or you wait for another twenty years until I really become weak and weak."
"The general must have died at that time, and he also enjoyed a blessing for twenty years."
Ning Que looked at him and said with a smile: "Of course, I'm just talking about the matter. General, don't misunderstand anything. In fact, I think that since the general is about to return to old age, he shouldn't say these unlucky words."
Hearing the word "Gui Lao Er", Xiahou narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint feeling appeared on his dark face, and said, "Either the court nor Xiling, I thought I could return to my old age safely. I should be very satisfied. In fact, I
Not satisfied, my tens of thousands of iron cavalry were enough to sweep the countries. I made countless contributions to the Tang Dynasty and Xiling. As a result, because of those small things that happened back then, the court and His Majesty kept looking at me coldly. If it weren't for this, how could I have
Going to the wasteland to grab that book of heaven? How could there be the current situation?"
Ning Que asked, "Is the general explaining to me?"
Xiahou did not hide his contempt for him and said mockingly: "If it weren't for luck and worshipping the Master, what qualifications would you be to sit in front of me? Even so, what qualifications would you be to let me do to you.
Explain? I just want you to know that I'm not in a good mood now."
Ning Que said: "In those previous passages, the general said that the bloody storm in Chang'an City and the village slaughter in Yanjing were small things, which made me feel very good either."
At this point, someone finally pointed out the old things that happened back then.
"I don't have to care about your mood."
Xiahou looked at him and said coldly: "Because I said before, you can't move me, and I'm in a bad mood, you must care, because if you really make me angry, I can crush an ant.
You are dead, so I advise you to make this general feel better during the period when I left Chang'an Zhitao."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I can't imagine how you crushed me to death."
, It was like this moment, in this autumn garden."
Xiahou said expressionlessly: "Mr. Thirteen of the Academy tried to assassinate the Imperial General... but failed in a mess and was slapped into flesh paste by the general."
Ning Que drank the slightly astringent tea and smiled slightly, "Crush me to death... General, you, this general's mansion, and the relatives of the tribe who were sent back to your hometown, will also be crushed to death by the teacher."
In the territory of the Tang Dynasty, the person who could truly make Xiahou silent and dare not act rashly was never His Majesty the Emperor... but only the Master on the back mountain of the academy.
Xiahou looked at him and said indifferently: "As I said before, I dare not touch you, you can't move me... So the host and guest are in my hands. What do you really want to do during the days before I left Chang'an?
, I can't stand what I do, then I will try to move you."
Ning Que asked seriously: "Is this a threat?"
Xiahou said: "I am educating you... any background backer is meaningless. In the face of true life and death, only your own strength is trustworthy."
Ning Que looked at him and laughed, saying, "My uncle picked the Demon Sect with one sword, and the general found that his background was completely destroyed, so he betrayed the master and defected to Xiling? But my situation is different
...The Master is not Liansheng, and the Academy is not the Demon Sect. The general can rest assured."
This sentence directly revealed all the dark curtains in Xiahou's heart, which can be said to be the most naked slap in the face, so General Xiahou's face turned bloody.
Not every time I blush, I am drunk.
I drank tea tonight.
General Xiahou's blushing...is anger.
Ning Que dared to ridicule this, naturally he was sure that even if the other party was a general of the army, no matter how violent and bloodthirsty the enemy was, he still did not dare to treat himself who was born in the academy.
Sure enough... Xiahou looked at him quietly, just like looking at a yellow fallen leaf on the table. The bloody red color on his face gradually disappeared, and his emotions gradually calmed down. He said, "Send out the guests."
Ning Que gently begged for a fallen leaf that fell on the black courtyard uniform, and instead of sitting in the car opposite the long table, Xiahou, who was saluting and farewell, got up and left the autumn garden.
The autumn wind in the garden gradually calmed down, and the pile of yellow leaves that were nanny to the corner of the wall gradually dispersed.
The two young masters Xiahou walked back to the garden and looked at their silent father, wanting to speak but stopping)
"It's nothing."
Xiahou said expressionlessly: "A person who kills his father's enemy and dares not even admit his own life experience may be very smart, calm and rational, but these qualities have no meaning."
"It's a great humiliation to stand at the table but not dare to take revenge on the family. He knows this very well, so he feels so humiliated and humiliates me with words."
"If you want to use this to seek psychological Anli, you can only talk, not do anything. A guy who lacks the most fundamental courage to become a strong man, is not worthy of being my enemy."
General Xiahou invited Ning Que to the banquet for Ning Que, which was definitely the most important thing in Chang'an City on this day. When Ning Que walked into the General's Mansion, I don't know how many people and big figures began to be anxious and nervous. There were countless eyeliners hidden outside the General's Mansion.
The situation of the dinner continued to spread back to the palace or elsewhere.
No one knows the specific situation of the General's Mansion dinner, but since Ning Que came out alive, nothing must have happened at this dinner, because that means that General Xiahou did not take action. As for Ning Que who killed Xiahou and had no blood, he grew taller.
And in everyone's eyes, this and possibility do not exist.
In the imperial study, His Majesty the Emperor was thinking. In a hall not far away, the Empress and Grand Secretary Zeng Jing looked at each other with a slightly harmonious expression. General Xu Shi, who had been in charge of the military headquarters, nodded after hearing the information.
, the old worshipper of Qinghe County who lives in the Censor's Mansion couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
On the top of Wanyan Pagoda, the Tang Dynasty master Li Qingshan stood by the stone window, looked at the direction of the general's mansion, and said with relief: "I have always been worried about Ning Que's temperament. Now it seems that I have studied with Master for so long, and it is indeed better to know him than before.
It’s generally more, so it’s not in vain that Senior Brother Yan Se gave him both the robe and the eye of the formation.”
Master Wang Yang looked at him and smiled slightly, saying nothing.
Li Qingshan left the pagoda, walked back to the table, pushed the Buddhist scriptures aside, took out a few black and white chess pieces from his arms, and threw them on them casually.
His injury has not healed, but when he was in a happy mood, he wanted to do something. This time, Busan went all casually, not wanting to see if he could get lucky enough to get any response.
A white chess piece suddenly rolled around and turned faster and faster until it finally turned out of the table and fell on the hard floor.
There was only a crisp sound that heard the white chess cracked in half.
The crack was smooth and traceless, as if it was cut open by a sharp sword.
Li Qingshan stared at the white chess tree in a daze, his expression gradually becoming more solemn.
Huang Yang frowned suddenly and said in shock: "What a terrible sword... Could it be that Liu Bai is coming to Chang'an?"
(The plot is clear, the state is right, but the speed will definitely be suppressed first. You also know that the first big node of Jiangye’s story is coming soon. You need to be cautious and cautious, and get the momentum up.
Then I can express it. This node is not only a destined battle with Xiahou, but more importantly, this big plot must set the tone, and set the tone of the whole book and Ning Que, or temperament. I am very good at it.
Confidence, let's do this work together. See you tomorrow. No, I'll go to Saturday. See you the day after tomorrow.)