Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 203: Singing to the Moon, Waiting
Ning Que has been in Weicheng for many years, so he naturally understands the importance of Xiang Wanyuan.
This human war will inevitably be divided into two levels. The academy faces the drunkards and butchers, the sword master Liu Bai and the Taoist sect’s hidden masters. The rest of the enemies need to be eliminated by the Tang cavalry.
The Tang cavalry is the strongest cavalry in the world. As long as it adapts to the battlefield conditions, it can directly push to death all the practitioners in the five realms. The situation before Qingxia cannot happen again because there will never be a second time in this world.
It's an academy, but I can't find those people in the mountains behind the academy.
If the Tang Dynasty really agreed to the conditions of the Xiling Temple and ceded Xiangwanyuan to the Golden Tent, it would be equivalent to cutting off both arms and giving up its most powerful weapon.
No matter what, Ning Que should not agree to this condition, but he knew the focus of the negotiations at Xiling Temple, and even the real purpose of the drunkard's appearance in Chang'an City, which was Xiang Wanyuan.
The night palace was silent. Everyone, including the Queen, was waiting for him to express his attitude, because at this time, the attitude of the academy was equivalent to that of the Tang Dynasty.
Ning Que stood up, looked at the ministers and said, "Let's talk to the other party first, and I'll think about it later."
When it comes to Guozuo, no one can make a decision in such a short period of time.
That night, Ning Que returned to his house by Yanming Lake, but did not go to find Ye Hongyu.
When morning came, the sound of chickens and dogs could be heard in the streets. Before Baozi opened the door, hot mist overflowed from the crack in the door. It was blown by the morning breeze and fell on the street, wetting the bluestones.
A new day has come.
The imperial court continued to negotiate with the Xiling Temple envoy. According to the news from the palace, the temple seemed extremely tough, which was a little different from the previous days, especially on the issue of ceding Xiangwanyuan.
Ning Que understood where the temple's confidence came from. He waved the Tianshu Office official to leave, got up, drank a bowl of porridge, came to the Plum Garden, opened the door and walked in.
Ye Hongyu likes to take a bath in the morning because she likes to live each day refreshingly.
When Ning Que walked into her room, she had just come out of the bath.
Wet black hair was scattered on her bare shoulders, with water dripping from the ends, just covering her chest.
Ye Hongyu glanced at him, walked to the bronze mirror and started combing her hair, and asked, "Have you decided?"
As she combed her hair, her black hair was combed from the front to the back, which could be seen clearly in the mirror.
Ning Que asked: "What to decide?"
Ye Hongyu said: "Sign."
Ning Que shook his head.
Ye Hongyu saw him shaking his head in the mirror, and the hand holding the comb stiffened slightly, and said: "I thought you had already made a decision, so you were a little unhappy and wanted to rape me."
Ning Que said: "Although you are very beautiful."
Ye Hongyu said: "Even if you think about it, it's not a good thing."
Ning Que said: "At least I haven't thought about it."
Ye Hongyu said: "I'm not wearing any clothes, but you're staring at me. What are you thinking about?"
Ning Que said: "This is my home. In addition, I have seen you without clothes in the wasteland and swamp."
Ye Hongyu asked calmly: "I've never asked you, do you look good?"
Ning Que thought for a while and said, "Your body is indeed very charming, but when I think about your robe of judgment and the money under your skin, I lose any interest."
Ye Hongyu stood up, took the bloody robe of judgment, put it on, and began to frown in the mirror.
The divine robe of judgment, which combines the aura of holiness and coldness, covers the delicate body like white jade. Especially Ning Que knows that there is nothing under the divine robe, so it looks even more alluring.
She didn't wear those maid clothes because she was the High Priest of Judgment at this time.
"It is impossible for the Tang State to keep Xiang Wanyuan. The temple can make concessions in any aspect, but Xiang Wanyuan cannot, otherwise this war against the Tang Dynasty will be meaningless."
She said while drawing her eyebrows.
Ning Que looked at the thin charcoal pencil lightly tracing between her eyebrows and said, "The purpose of living is not..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Hongyu said: "People in the academy live for meaning, but more people live for meaning. The temple always needs to give an explanation to the countries in the world."
Ning Que said: "I think the other conditions are enough."
Ye Hongyu put down the eyebrow pencil, took out a piece of bright red rouge paper from the makeup box, looked at Ning Que in the mirror and said, "Then how can the temple explain to itself and to Haotian?"
She lightly pursed her lips, which were as bright as red plums.
Then she turned around, looked at Ning Que, and tore the rouge paper in her hand into two halves.
"We all understand that when the Tang State and the Academy regain their strength, any peace treaty will be just a piece of waste paper. We cannot allow the Tang State to continue to grow stronger, so Xiang Wanyuan must be ours."
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The Xiling Temple mission is still tough, and the Tang officials who participated in the negotiations are in an extremely passive situation. I wonder if a passionate young official leaked the news, the details of the negotiations between the two parties, and the humiliating conditions of the temple.
Gradually it became known to the people of the Tang Dynasty. Especially the two conditions of ceding Xiangwanyuan and Dongshan County made the Tang people extremely angry. Has the Tang Dynasty ever suffered such humiliation in its thousands of years?
From Northern Xinjiang to Chengjing, from Congling to Zhuque Street, countless soldiers and civilians of the Tang Dynasty died in this war before the situation was finally reversed. It was clear that they were not defeated, but why did they sign such a peace treaty that was humiliating and humiliating the country?
For a time, the whole city was in an uproar and the people were furious. The vendors were out of mood, the hot and sour noodle soup seemed to have lost some flavor, and they were out of mood for anything. Who could sit at home? I don’t know how many citizens and students came from the front line.
The retired disabled soldiers spontaneously came to the square in front of the palace.
No one made trouble or even made a noise. Thousands of people stood silently outside the palace in the slightly cold spring rain until late at night and still did not disperse.
Thousands of people gathered together, but there was silence. The silence outside the palace was an indescribable pressure for the people in the palace. The officials who knew the inside story instantly became much older.
Many people were waiting this night, and some were doing other things. It was not that they did not have the anger of ordinary Tang people, but because they had to start thinking about the future.
On the mountain behind the academy, Muyou carried a wooden basket on his back and walked among the clouds and mist on the mountainside. After a while, he took out a small flag from the basket and inserted it into the soil or between the cracks of the rocks.
The Cloud Gate Formation was a great formation taught to her by the Master, and it was an important barrier for the back mountain. When she was in Qingxia, there was no one in charge of the great formation, and the leader of the Xiling Temple forcibly broke through it, causing extremely serious damage.
Now, although the temple master is seriously injured and cannot recover, the drunkard and the butcher are like new clouds, shrouding the hearts of all the disciples in the academy. She must seize the time to repair them, so that she can feel at ease.
The blacksmith's room by the stream was still quiet. Brother Six was staring at the forest at night in a daze with his hammer on his head. A gentle voice came from the room behind him from time to time.
"One person is unparalleled and countless, and the other may be almost immortal. It seems that no one can kill them as long as they don't enter Chang'an City, but I always remember a sentence that the teacher said."
The old brother's fingers moved gently in the yellow sand in the mountains, and said gently: "Except for Haotian, there is no omnipotent and omnipotent in the world. In this case, they will be able to be killed
It should be calculated now, thinking this is a very vast job. "
Master Four said: "I would like to go with my brother."
Yu curtain was sitting on the cliff and thinking, and his fingers were written in the wind from time to time. Tang Xiaotang broaden the stone steps on the steep mountain road. The bloody sword in his hand became more and more like a big iron rod.
Little white wolf lying boringly on the stone steps above.
Suddenly the wind rose between the cliffs, and went straight to the night to blow the clouds, revealing the bright moon.
The little white wolf began to howl at the bright moon, but the voice was still tender, without any momentum.
Junmo was standing on the banks of the pond, Zhang San and Li Si welcomed the rinse of the waterfall.
He was in Wu Jian, and the big white goose was beside him, washing his feet with ponds.
There is a little white wolf's wolf howling.
The big white goose raised his head, and glanced at there a somewhat contempt, and sang the neck to the moon.
"quack!"
Nympho
Nympho
At this time, Ning Que was standing on the corner of Huangcheng.
He looked at the bright moon in the night sky, looked at the crowd who was dark but quiet under the city, as if he heard something, and then thought of something, and laughed.
Nympho
Nympho
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