Situ Yilan opened her eyes wide, staring at the lawn burning like wildfire under the setting sun, and at the master and servant pair drifting away in the lawn driveway. She couldn't help but put her hands on her waist and muttered: "This man
really interesting."
Ning Que didn't find these things interesting. There was no point in arguing with a bunch of brats except a waste of time. He was now thinking more about the fact that according to the academy's curriculum, there was a lot of free time left for students.
, he should use that time to do meaningful things, such as killing people to make money.
Lying on the bed in Laobi Zhai, he looked at the name on the oil paper and asked: "Are you ready?"
Sang Sang was oiling the sharpened knife, lowered his head and replied: "The new cloth cover and old clothes are ready, but what hairstyle are you going to wear this time, young master? Or is it from the Moon Wheel Kingdom?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "You make the decision on such small matters."
Sangsang raised his head and asked, "When are you going to kill?"
"This guy lives in Dongcheng, not far from us. You can kill him whenever you want."
Ning Que looked at the name Chen Dongcheng on the oil paper and the simple information below. After a pause, he explained: "We ourselves don't know when to kill people. It will be difficult for the government to follow the rules of time when investigating the case.
Figure something out.”
"There are no rules in the world, but when you kill more people, there will be rules."
Sang Sang put the bright sword in her hand back into its sheath, walked to the bedside, looked at Ning Que's face, and said seriously: "This is what you taught me, Master, when I was young. No matter how you hide yourself, the government will always be able to hide yourself in the future."
From the identities of the people you killed, you can find out the reason why you killed them."
"Everyone in the general's palace died, and all the mountain villages in Yanjing were massacred." Ning Que smiled and replied: "Even if the court finally found out that the murderer's purpose was to take revenge for these two things, how could they find me?
Come?"
"Maybe they can't find you, Master, but if the court knows who you want to kill, then they can protect your killing targets in a targeted manner, or even use those names as bait and traps. By then, even if Master, you know who those people are,
There are people from the imperial court around me, why don’t we just go and kill them?”
Ning Que quietly looked into the little maid's eyes, suddenly laughed, and said, "You rarely think about so many things."
"I'm not really stupid, I'm just too lazy to think about it." Sangsang muttered in a low voice. As for why she was willing to think about these things that would normally be too troublesome today, she didn't understand.
Ning Que understood, so the color of his eyes became a little warm, he looked at her and smiled and said: "I promise you, after killing two or three more, I will rest for a while, and then I will study in the academy honestly."
Sang Sang laughed, and finally a relaxed look appeared on her dark little face, and said: "Yes, the academy is such a good place, and the young master can meet so many talented people of the same age, so you should cherish it."
Ning Que was very uncomfortable with Sangsang suddenly becoming an attacker. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes and looked at the roof. His right hand stretched out under the quilt was counting with his fingers. Although they were said to be the same age, he was actually bigger than them.
Seven or eight years old, right?
On the second day, the academy officially started classes. Ning Que and Sang Sang got up early again. After washing and eating, Sang Sang stood at the door of the store to see each other off. Ning Que got on the carriage alone. The master and servant were now
A rich man with a net worth of more than two thousand taels, although he is still frugal, no longer minds the luxury of owning a long-term carriage.
At dawn, the south gate of Chang'an City opened, and a dozen carriages with obvious college logos filed out one after another. Judging from the number of carriages, most students in the college were still unwilling to travel back and forth, and chose to live on campus for a long time.
Traveling south quickly along Liuyin Official Road, you will see flowers, fields and water shadows along the way. The curtains are raised to see the steep mountain and the sea-like meadow flowers and trees at the foot of the mountain. Although it is the second time to see this scenery,
Ning Que still couldn't help but sigh again, as if such a wonderful fairyland could actually appear in the human world, in the bustling and noisy suburbs of Chang'an.
More than a dozen black carriages climbed on the green meadow, and soon they arrived at the main entrance of the academy. Students got off the car one after another, clasping hands and saluting each other. In front of the simple and unassuming stone gate, many people from yesterday had already gathered around it.
The residents who entered the examination room together greeted each other, and the quiet courtyard suddenly became lively around the entrance.
The young students uniformly wore the college's cyan left-breasted robes, the boys wore black headscarves, and the girls used ebony buns as hairpins to pull up their black hair. They looked particularly refreshing and matched with the simple stone gates on the lawn.
The unique vitality on the faces of young people, facing the rising sun in the east, a breath of youth spreads everywhere.
Ning Que adjusted the left lapel of his cyan school uniform, took out the small bronze mirror that Sangsang had stuffed into his bag at night, and checked whether the black turban on his head was worn crookedly. After confirming that it was correct, he stepped out of the carriage.
Yesterday, during the admission examination, apart from the three people from Southern Jin Dynasty, Xie Chengyun, he, the big black horse who had tamed the big black horse, was the most conspicuous. The students who were chatting at the entrance of the courtyard saw him and did not stay away out of jealousy.
, but greeted him warmly, and exchanged some exchanges with each other about the current situation, and introduced themselves to each other.
The bell rang quietly in the depths of the academy. The students stopped talking and climbed up the stairs in the morning light. The corners of their blue school uniforms were blown by the morning breeze, and their headscarves and buns were fluttering and gradually parted, giving rise to an inexplicable feeling of being out of the world.
feel.
Ning Que, who deliberately slowed down his pace and landed at the back of the crowd, raised his head in the morning sun and looked at the scene in front of him. His heart moved slightly. He did not speed up his pace, but looked more carefully at the simple and graceful building in front of him.
There are three stone pillars at the main entrance of the academy, as well as those ordinary bookstore buildings on the ground above the stone steps.
Yesterday, His Majesty the Academy came to the Academy in person. The ceremony was strictly guarded and he was busy looking at exam results. He actually didn't take a closer look at it - the Academy gave people such a strong sense of being out of this world, and the mountain behind the academy, half hidden among the clouds, gave people such a sense of being.
There was a strong feeling of oppression, but why didn't he notice anything special here from yesterday to this morning?
A few years ago, Ning Que didn't know where the academy was. He only knew how to identify the smell of animal urine and how to calculate the flight path of an arrow. It wasn't until Weicheng General Ma signed up for him that he began to gradually understand the academy.
I gained some knowledge, such as those glorious histories and countless great names.
For some reason, he insisted that the academy in front of him should not be as simple as it seemed. It should not just be an educational institution for cultivating talented people for the Tang Empire, but should carry a greater meaning - the reason for its existence.
This understanding is probably related to what I saw and heard on the journey back from the grassland.
"Any abandoned disciple who comes out of the academy is a great swordsman. Old man Lu Qingchen and Her Royal Highness the Princess mentioned that the academy is extremely respectful, but why are the people here similar to me and why don't they see anything special?"
He held up the black turban on his head and muttered to himself.
At this time, he had walked alone through the main entrance of the academy, crossed the stone flat, and was far away from the main building. He was walking in an alleyway where the morning light had not yet penetrated. Not far in front of the alleyway was a busy bookstore, and he could faintly hear
The students were excitedly calling their friends and talking, but the alley was very quiet.
Suddenly a voice sounded in the quiet alley.
"There is no special place in the world. The imperial palace is like this, the Haotian Temple is like this, and the unknown places are like this. So what can be special about the academy?"
Listening to this voice, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand in his sleeve suddenly tightened, ready to grab the big black umbrella in the cloth cover behind him at any time. The difficult living environment since childhood made him instinctively respond to any sudden situation.
judged to be dangerous.
A scholar appeared in front of the alley at some point.
This scholar has straight eyebrows and a simple and amiable expression. He is wearing an old cotton robe that is too thick in the spring, and a pair of broken straw sandals. Both the old cotton robe and the broken straw sandals are full of dust, as if he does not know where he is.
It has not been washed for many years, but for some reason this person looks extremely clean.
From body to mind, it is extremely clean.
The scholar held a scroll in his right hand, and a wooden scoop was tied to his waist. Ning Que's eyes went back and forth between the book and the wooden scoop, and finally landed on the scholar's face. The right hand in his sleeve gradually became loose.
Come down.
This is an academy. No one in the whole world has the guts to do anything inappropriate here. And although this scholar is covered in dust, he gives people the feeling of being as clean as a child. No matter who sees him, they will subconsciously think
To trust him closely, as if everything he says and does should be believed.
Ning Que's body relaxed, but his mood became extremely nervous, because he felt that he trusted this scholar who suddenly appeared, and for him who had been struggling between life and death since he was a child, he was determined to never trust anyone again in his life.
, this sense of trust that is unreasonable and so powerful that it is irresistible is a very scary thing.
He could not be hostile to the scholar at all. What frightened him even more was that he had a very clear feeling that even if he took out the big black umbrella behind him, he would not be able to pose any threat to the scholar in front of him.
The scholar in the cotton robe smiled slightly, his eyes fell on the cloth cover behind Ning Que, as if he could see what was inside, he patted the wooden gourd beside his waist and asked: "The umbrella behind you is good, do you want to change it?"
How does this person know whether the cloth cover behind my back is an umbrella or a big black umbrella? Ning Que felt that his lips and tongue were thirsty and could not speak at all. After a long silence, he shook his head firmly
Shake his head.
The scholar sighed with regret, walked past him with the scroll in hand, and without looking at Ning Que again, he walked to a remote side door of the academy.
There was a lonely ox cart parked outside the side gate of the academy.
The scholar walked to the side of the carriage, bowed to the captain of the carriage very seriously, then sat on the carriage shaft and picked up the bullwhip.
An ordinary old man's voice came out from the carriage accompanied by the strong aroma of wine: "He won't change with you?"
The scholar smiled and shook his head, then waved his bullwhip, and the bullock cart began to move forward slowly.
In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, the Master took his eldest disciple on another trip to the country.
I wonder how many bottles of wine he will drink on this trip.
Cut off several pounds of plums from several mountains.