Chapter 7 Drinking at night and dreaming of a sea()
Looking at the roof of the tent, Ning Que's mind recalled every trace of his departure from Weicheng.
The curtains of the luxurious carriage were always closed along the way. Except for the little boy who obviously had barbarian blood who occasionally got out of the car to play, there was no chance to see any princess. Only the delicate and proud maid issued instructions from time to time.
For some reason, the maid liked to call Sangsang over to chat.
I still don't know why, but the maid made no secret of her disgust towards him.
Ning Que thinks she is a very good actress. Because whether it is in Weicheng or on the road, whether it is the attitude of those grassland man subordinates or the temperament and expression she reveals, it is difficult to tell...she is not
A maid.
It was this that made him feel a little strange. He always thought that the real nobles in the upper class of the Tang Empire should not have too much sympathy for Sangsang's leisurely pursuits.
But these were not what he really cared about. What he always paid attention to in the past few days was the old man wearing an old robe in the carriage. If his guess was correct, the old man with a gentle expression should be the Haotian Daonan mentioned by General Ma.
A master of the door.
From a very young age, Ning Que has been determined to step into that mysterious world, but has been unable to get in. He is willing to return to Beijing with this team precisely because there is such a true monk in the team.
It was a pity that he never found a chance to talk to the closely guarded old man along the way. Only when he was stationed at the camp for meals, he could occasionally meet the old man's eyes for a moment. At that moment, he seemed to see the gentleness and amiability in the old man's eyes.
It even meant encouragement, which made him a little puzzled.
After thinking and analyzing, Ning Que couldn't figure it out. He withdrew his attention and realized that the little feet in his arms had never been warmed. They were still as cold as ice pimples. Even his chest and abdomen were also cold. He couldn't help but feel worried.
He frowned.
The little maid Sangsang suffered too much when she was a child. She was wrapped in wind, rain and decay for several days in a pile of dead bodies by the road. After he picked her up, she fell seriously ill and did not recover for several months.
The military doctors in Weicheng had seen her, and he even took her to the distant Kaiping Mansion to see her. All the doctors had the same opinion: she was born with deficiencies and her constitution was weak and cold.
Due to her extremely weak and cold constitution, Sangsang could rarely sweat, and the waste and toxins produced every day could not be eliminated. Over time, her health became worse and worse, so Ning Que followed the doctor's instructions and asked her to undergo daily maintenance.
A dose of exercise is used to slightly improve the cold environment in the body. This is the real reason why in the eyes of outsiders, he always treats this dark and thin little maid like a donkey and a horse.
Even if he works so hard every day, it may not always warm up Sangsang's body, just like the wool mattress that feels like an ice cellar at this moment.
Ning Que got up, rubbed his frozen belly, took out the cowhide wine bag from the corner, patted Sangsang awake, and then handed the wine bag to her lips.
Sangsang opened his eyes in a daze, took the wine bag naturally, unscrewed the stopper skillfully, tilted his neck and poured it into his lips. Not a drop of wine was spilled, but the tent was still filled with the spicy aroma of wine. It seemed like it should be
It's the liquor that cuts throats on the grassland.
The thin little maid held a large wine bag and drank heavily. Two bowls of strong liquor could knock out a big man. She drank half of the bag until her belly was slightly bulging. This scene can hardly be described as heroic.
Rather, it's a little weird.
She wiped her lips, and her willow-leaf-like eyes became brighter and brighter in the dark night. It didn't look like she had been drinking. She smiled at Ning Que, then fell down and continued to sleep.
The room was filled with the aroma of strong wine, and the cold little feet in his arms gradually warmed up. Ning Que looked at the few drops of sweat on the tip of her nose, and finally felt relieved and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Wrapped tightly in the woolen mattress, Ning Que slowly closed his eyes. Not far from his face was the already torn volume of the Supreme Influence. He read a few pages every day before going to sleep. Even if he didn't read it, he would keep it silently in his heart.
Memorize it again, this is a habit developed over the years.
"May all sentient beings be able to practice the method of eliminating old age and death, and all disasters and poisons will not harm their lives."
"May all sentient beings achieve immortality and never get sick, have permanent life roots, and may their brave spirit enter the path of wisdom."
In his light sleep, his spirit started to move slowly along with the words on the scroll and those methods of perception that seemed simple and simple, but were actually confusing and difficult to understand.
Gradually, the woolen mattress covering his and Sangsang's bodies disappeared, the simple tent disappeared, the grass outside the tent disappeared, the stream turned into a white mist and then became invisible, the whole world became
It has become a world where you are in me and you are in me, and in this world, you can vaguely feel some kind of breathing with a mysterious rhythm. The breath between the breath of heaven and earth gradually fills up into the sea, and is warm.
Ning Que is no stranger to this magical feeling. After watching the Taishang Induction Chapter for the first time many years ago, he can often feel it before falling asleep. But he is very clear about a sad fact. This is not true after meditation.
Perception, but just a dream.
The warm ocean was probably just an illusion in a dream, because the little feet wrapped in thick cotton socks in my arms were gradually getting hot, but it was also a very beautiful illusion.
Consoling himself in this way, Ning Que fell into a deep sleep, and had a sweet and dreamless night.
When he woke up the next morning, Ning Que had slept very well, but his expression seemed to be extremely eager to sleep for another three days and three nights, full of surprise and dissatisfaction.
"Why the temporary change of route?"
He looked at the indifferent maid in front of him, suppressed his emotions, and said as gently as possible: "Cross Minshan and go straight to Huaxi Road. There will be no problems with the route I chose."
Including the maid, no one in the tent answered his question.
"I am a guide, and you are not familiar with Minshan at all." Ning Que looked at the maid, and after a moment of silence he said: "I know you are worried about being ambushed, and I can assure you that as long as you listen to me, no one can
Stop you."
The maid looked at him as if she were looking at a stone. What she wanted to express was very clear. What qualifications do you have for me to explain to you?
Back in his tent, Ning Que looked at Sangsang who was packing his luggage and said, "Send them into this straight road and we will withdraw immediately."
Taking out the simple map he drew by hand, he pointed to one of the places and said: "The farthest we can follow is this place. If we go further, the other side only needs to send a few cavalry teams to kill them all.
Already."
"You should convince them." Sangsang said, raising his head.
"I guess there are troops over there to support the princess, so they won't listen to me." Ning Que replied: "I'm not good at convincing a group of pig-like companions."
Sangsang didn't speak, but asked with his eyes, since there is someone there to help you, why are you still so worried and even preparing to run away halfway?
"There's something wrong with my gut."
Ning Que replied: "Because I believe that the fierce character who dares to assassinate the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty will never be as idiotic as that woman and has few plans."
Sangsang hesitated to speak and reminded: "You...be more polite when you speak to her."
"I know her true identity." Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and said mockingly: "So what if she is a princess? I told you in Weicheng that this is an idiot princess."