Ning Que didn't answer this sentence because he didn't know how to answer it, but when Xian Zhilang mentioned Chao Xiaoshu and Li Yu and asked him to ask the following question, there were fewer psychological barriers.
"It's impossible for Your Majesty not to know that you once led a horse for Queen Renxiao. I don't believe those rumors in the court, so I want to know why Your Majesty wants you to go to Lanke Temple."
Xian Zhilang looked at him with a slightly condensed expression and said: "All countries are gathering in Lanke, of course, not just for the Bon Festival... but also to discuss next year's war with the Huangren."
Ning Que frowned slightly, thinking about the continuous wars in the wasteland in the past two years, and said in confusion: "The Royal Court of Zuozhang was plowed by the deserters, and was weakened by the Temple Alliance Army and Xiahou. Now there is no
I can’t think of any reason why countries like the Tang Dynasty and Southern Jin Dynasty should take action on behalf of the Zuozhang Royal Court. Wouldn’t it be great to just let the desert people live peacefully in the wilderness?”
If the long-standing stories between the Xiling Temple and the Demon Sect were not involved, there would actually be no problem with his words. As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. No matter how miserable the life of Zuozhang Royal Court is, as long as the deserted people do not continue
Going south and affecting the countries in the Central Plains, who would be willing to face that powerful enemy?
"As for the Xiling Temple, they are not willing to watch the Desolate tribe have lush pastures and thrive, because that will most likely mean the resurrection of the Demon Sect. As for the Central Plains countries, what we fear is also the Desolate tribe.
Reproduction, without the control of weather and time in the extreme northern cold region, barren people would have a large number of children,
Their children will still have children, so they will need more and more pasture. They will drive the herdsmen of Zuozhang Wangting to the south, and then they may even have a war with Golden Tent. So what will happen in the end? Just like
Just like a thousand years ago, the Huangren who have grown stronger again will still have to fight against our Tang Empire."
Xian Zhilang looked at him and smiled and said: "Since there will be a war sooner or later, why not make them as weak as possible while they are still weak?"
From an emotional point of view, Ning Que has no reason to be hostile to Huang Ren, because his only master niece is Huang Ren, and he who has become a demon is even less likely to be as wary of the Demon Sect as the Taoist sect.
"This could be decades or even centuries away," he said.
Xian Zhilang said: "Even if it is thousands of years, it starts from this moment."
Ning Que admitted that this sentence was very convincing, but he still did not intend to change his opinion. He had been to the wilderness before, and knew that the seemingly barren wilderness was actually quite fertile, enough to support many people.
Before, there was a bloody war between Datang and Huangren. In fact, that war was not because the two sides needed to compete for living space, but because the mainland needed to re-establish an overlord. So in his opinion, unless something changes, then
There is no reason for the deserters to continue going south.
As soon as the word "mutation" appeared in his mind, he suddenly thought of the dreams he had had and the two conversations he had with the Master, and suddenly felt a little cold in his body.
Xian Zhilang noticed something strange about him.
It was quiet inside the boat, except for the faint sound of the lake water lapping against the side of the boat.
Ning Que suddenly asked: "Do you believe in the invasion of the underworld?"
Xian Zhilang looked slightly stern, then laughed at himself and said, "Of course I don't believe it."
Ning Que looked into his eyes and said, "Chang'an City has become colder than before in the past two years."
Xian Zhilang said: "When I was a child, the winters when I fed horses were even colder."
Ning Que said: "You know that's not what I meant."
Xian Zhilang said: "I have been in the west these years."
Ning Que said: "Then why did the desert people move south?"
Xian Zhilang was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed and said: "Legends may always be just legends. Even if they become true, they should be something that legendary places like the second floor of your academy need to worry about. As emperors, we
People, you don’t need to think too much. If there is an invasion from the underworld, as long as His Majesty gives an order, the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty will naturally respond accordingly."
This is the standard answer given by soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and Ning Que is not surprised. But he is one of the few people in the world. He heard from his master that the night comes from the north, so he must think more.
Especially considering that this Lanke Temple Conference involves the use of troops against the desert people, the wilderness in the north will inevitably flow with blood in the next few years, becoming more and more like the dream he once had. The feeling lingering around his body,
The chill that could never be dispelled became stronger and stronger.
Xian Zhilang obviously wanted to have a long talk with him. But Ning Que was in some mood problems now, and because of his inexplicable vigilance, he refused directly and walked out of the cabin.
Xian Zhilang walked to the window, watched Ning Que get off the warship, and watched his figure walking along the lake shore to another warship, his brows slightly raised, and his eyes showed very complicated emotions.
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The Red Sleeve Song and Dance Company traveled with the official delegation of the Tang Dynasty, so they naturally had a lot of conveniences. Especially after Ning Que expressed his attitude, the girls were treated even better and were assigned a separate warship.
Wherever there are girls, there is excitement, but today the ship is extremely quiet. The beautiful girls are sitting in the chairs honestly. It seems that their eyes are watching their noses, and their noses are watching their hearts. In fact, it is difficult to suppress the curiosity in their hearts.
He kept looking at the two little girls who were talking with his peripheral vision.
Xiaocao took Sangsang's hand, her mouth was pouted very high, like a duck looking for fish in the reeds of Daze, and she said aggrievedly: "This is my first time out of Chang'an City, and so are you.
You don’t want to stay with me, but do you think I’m your friend?”
Sang Sang only has three friends in Chang'an City, Princess Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Xiaotang, a girl from the Demon Sect, and Xiaocao. Speaking of which, her three friends have very different statuses, but she has never considered this.
She treats everyone sincerely, but when Xiaocao complained about it, she felt very sorry. She had no choice but to explain: "The young master likes peace and quiet, but I don't have much choice."
"You are already engaged, where is the young master?"
Xiaocao looked at her angrily and said, "You have to understand your current status. You are always shouting like a young master. Be careful, that guy really treats you like a maid."
Sang Sang thought that even though she was engaged, it was no different from the past. In the past few years, she had become familiar with calling him "young master", and it was really uncomfortable to call her by his first name again.
The girls in the cabin finally confirmed their suspicions, confirmed Sangsang's identity, and guessed who the guy Xiaocao was talking about was. Apart from being shocked, they could not help but become excited.
As the saying goes, waves come and go, and beautiful women come from generation to generation. Girls with red sleeves earn a lot of money, and it is easy to leave their nationality, so the speed of replacement is very fast. Those in Lu Xue's group have already married, and those who are engaged in business are engaged in business.
.The girls who went to Lanke Temple this time were all young.
They had heard the legendary stories about the Red Sleeve Move, but had never seen it with their own eyes. It was not until they saw Xiaocao and the little dark girl so intimate that they were shocked to confirm that the rumors were true.
Sangsang is no longer the inconspicuous little maid in the old pen studio. Even if people in Chang'an City don't know that she is the heir to the Bright Throne, they still know that she has the closest relationship with Her Royal Highness, and they even know that she is the Wenyuan Pavilion University
The lost orphan girl of Shi Zengjing. Of course, the identity that makes Sangsang most famous in the world is her relationship with Ning Que.
The engagement between Ning Que and Sangsang is undoubtedly the most sensational event in Chang'an City in the past six months. One is a student on the second floor of the academy, a direct disciple of the Master, and a great calligrapher who is loved by His Majesty.
She is the daughter of Grand Scholar Zeng Jing, a good friend of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and a successor to the throne. Although it was just a simple engagement, it still caused a lot of commotion.
His Majesty the Emperor bestowed countless gold, silver and jewels, and numerous ministers were present in person. For some people who did not know the inside story, the most shocking scene of the day occurred at the Xiling Temple where senior priests were specially sent to congratulate and present countless makeup boxes like family members.
that moment.
The senior brothers and sisters at the back of the academy naturally also had gifts, but in Ning Que's view, those extremely poor things were not mentioned, but he did not expect that the master's handwriting turned out to be the shabbiest one, even among the beautiful children and beautiful women.
I didn’t even bother to write a word like this, so I just sent a box of sweet snacks!
"That guy? Which guy?"
Ning Que walked into the cabin. He looked at Xiaocao and said, "Aunt Jian treats you well and actually makes you the foreman. But don't just rely on her support to climb on top of me."
Xiaocao snorted and didn't want to pay attention to him, but just held Sangsang's hand tightly.
The girls in the cabin guessed his identity, stood up quickly, and saluted. For a moment, the flowers bloomed slightly, and the faint fragrance floated, thinking about this young man's status, especially his reputation as a great calligrapher and his beautiful eyes.
The autumn water inside is getting chaotic, my emotions are getting warmer, and I am quite eager to try it out.
Xiaocao looked at the somewhat chaotic scene, frowned slightly and said: "Don't think too much, go back and ask the sisters in the building, who can really get close to Ning Que? Everyone in Chang'an City
No girl is allowed to receive him, this is an iron rule set by everyone."
This iron rule has long become a joke in Hong Xiu Zhao and even in the brothel industry in Chang'an. How can the girls not know the truth? They just thought that they had already left Chang'an and would spend many days with Ning Que in the same boat.
We were rafting together on Zeshang. We couldn't bear to miss this opportunity, so our eyes were still blazing.
Xiaocao looked at Ning Que and said helplessly: "You already have a wife, can you keep a low profile?"
"So please don't hold my wife's hand all the time."
Ning Que walked forward with a smile, grabbed Sangsang's hand, and led her out of the cabin.
The sound of the waves on the lake gradually became louder, the oil lamp in the cabin dimmed and regained its brightness, the ink in the inkstone on the table swayed slightly, the warship left the dock and slowly sailed towards the vast swamp.
Ning Que looked at the thin letter on the table and didn't know what he was thinking.
Sangsang looked at the letter in his hand and said seriously: "This is ours."
That letter was left by Cui Shi at the Yangguancheng Inn a few days ago before he left.
The letter was very thin, with only two pieces of paper inside.
A few simple sentences were written on one piece of paper, and a banknote of five hundred thousand taels was written on the other.