The fifth volume of the strokes of the gods, the ninth chapter
"It is inconvenient to have long hair in the military camp. It is mainly because it is inconvenient to wash it after being dyed with blood, so I simply cut it. It sounds a lot black and there are a lot of scars, which makes it ugly."
Situ Yilan rubbed her hair and said helplessly that although she had changed a lot in the military camp, everyone had a love for beauty, not to mention that she was a woman after all.
Ning Que looked at her playful little boy and felt very gentle, saying, "In my eyes, you are the best now and better than ever before."
Situ Yilan said, "Why do you have to say such words to make me happy."
Ning Que smiled, without explaining, and said, "What are you going to do next?"
Situ Yilan said: "The military headquarters is preparing to send me to Gushan County."
As soon as these words came out, the room became much quieter. Ning Que knew the intention of the imperial court to send her to Gushan County, which was to use General Yunhui's prestige in the army to divide and subdue the Hua family's forces in the army.
After all, Hua Shanyue was dead, and Li Yu was grateful to the Hua family and had to carry out this work.
Situ Yilan returned from northern border and knew better than anyone else about the inside story of Hua Shanyue's death. She knew that it was inseparable from Ning Que in front of her, but she did not say anything, but said, "I want to see Your Highness."
"She doesn't see you?" Ning Que was a little surprised. With the status of General Yunhui's Mansion and the relationship between Situ Yilan and Li Yu, it should be easy for her to see the palace.
Situ Yilan nodded.
Ning Que did not expect that Li Yu was even more autistic than he thought. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll give you a badge. You can enter the palace by yourself tonight, and talk to her more."
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The classmates in the academy gathered, and the current situation was like this, so naturally they didn’t call for dancers to accompany each other, but the venue was still very lively, and Ning Que came to the top floor to meet everyone Jian.
Shuizhuer made a bowl of dumplings and put them on the table in front of him. Then he naturally sat down beside him and reached out to hold his arm. Even though Jian everyone on the opposite side frowned slightly, she smiled and refused.
Let go, now she has already left her home, but she is still used to living in the building. Naturally, everyone is not as awe of Jian as before. She is just suffering, Ning Que can only regard warm and soft enjoyment as a test.
Xiaocao stood behind everyone, humming with some annoyance. As time passed, the little girl gradually grew up, especially as everyone handed over the singing and dancing skills to her, she matured quickly.
Although her eyebrows are still childish, she acts very neatly. For example, the expression of her little daughter is extremely difficult to see in her. The reason for this is because of Sangsang, she doesn't like to see it.
There are other women who are close to Ning Que.
Everyone Jian said, "I want you to come here today to discuss the matter of the Light Festival. Xiling Temple asked * to go and offer dances. I don't know what the academy thinks."
Ning Que said: "It depends on Aunt Jian. If you think it's okay to go, then go. If you don't want to go, don't go. Since the peace agreement has been signed, there is no way for Xiling Temple."
Jian everyone looked at him with a deep meaning and said, "The Light Festival is the greatest festival recorded in the Xiling Buddhist scriptures. It is rumored that only the miracles will be held if Haotian descends. What I don't understand is why the Xiling Temple wants to open a Light Festival.
, If they celebrate the victory of this war, they will only become the laughing stock of the world."
Ning Que asked thoughtfully, "What do you mean?"
Jian said, "It's okay to go and have a look, or you can also help you."
Ning Que said: "I'm just worried that the journey will not be peaceful."
Jane looked at his eyes and asked, "Can you guarantee their safety?"
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Even if I can't, I think someone can."
Shui Zhuer and Xiao Cao clearly heard the conversation between Ning Que and Jian, but they were depressed, but they couldn't understand what they were talking about. Can anyone? Who could it be?
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Ning Que left the trick in a black carriage.
Not far from the street, the curtain of the car moved slightly, and Yuxian got into the car. He took out several large envelopes from his arms, and arranged them in sequence through the shimmer light in the carriage, and whispered: "So far,
The throne of the Heavenly Yu is still hanging in the air, and there is no clue for who is most likely to take over."
In this war, the people who were placed in the south gate of Haotian Road and the people who were hidden in the temple in the Tang Dynasty played a very important role. Hundreds of spies placed in the temple in the Tang Dynasty attacked at the same time, with their lives as the
The price was assassinated by several talisman masters, but there were still many eyeliners in the temple.
Since the early spring peace talks, those who were hiding in Taoshan began to send back various messages through Tianshu and the Secret Service. Chang'an City knew that the death of the Tianyu God's Cat was even better than that of the time.
Yehongyu in Qinghe County was earlier.
Ning Que thought about the peach blossoms mentioned in the previous information and remained silent.
"According to the analysis of Tianshu, Cheng Lixue should be the person who is most likely to take over the Tianyu throne, but the inheritance of the Tianyu throne seems to be a special place, so his current position is quite embarrassing. If someone really takes over the Tianyu, he will be able to take over the Tianyu.
If you have a throne, then he will have a very likely problem."
Qian Youxian inherited his father's businessman qualities. Although he could not practice and did not seem to have any outstanding abilities, he was able to find the most valuable information from Tianshu and the reports of the Dark Guard.
He looked at the file in his hand and said, "The thousand-year-old lamp in the Temple of Light is indeed out, but those who want to spy on the cause have died inexplicably, so no one knows the reason. The dozen priests mentioned in the last time,
I'm sure I'm crazy, and there's no new news except these."
Ning Que frowned slightly, looking a little dissatisfied.
Yukino Kusa said helplessly: "The garbage in the temple has been turned over, but it has been processed. There is no sign found, and there is no way to analyze it through these."
Ning Que asked, "Stable?"
Yukino Shi shook his head and said, "No discovery."
Ning Que thought about it and asked again: "Do you want to use wine?"
If it were a general intelligence officer, he might not really pay attention to the changes in the quantity of daily necessities in these temples, but Yukino Shin was different and said, "It has increased a lot."
Ning Que's expression became a little solemn, and he asked, "Is there any horse pregnant?"
The horses in the Xiling Temple were all war horses of the cavalry, and the stallions would definitely be castrated, so his question seemed a bit inexplicable, and even Ju Yuxian couldn't understand it.
“No reward.”
Yuxian picked up the last big envelope with his fingers and said, "There is something strange. Once, our people in the temple saw a pot of big porridge that had not been eaten clean in the stable. I thought you had once mentioned it.
Once, he collected some of the leftover porridge in the basin.”
Ning Que took the envelope and poured out the leftover porridge inside. The sour smell suddenly spread throughout the carriage. Ju Yuxian couldn't help but frowned slightly and covered her nose.
Ning Que's expression was extremely solemn at this moment, as if he didn't smell any bad smell. He held the tip of the knife and gently wielded it in the leftover porridge, and finally saw a black mane.
"Silly guy, thank you for your hard work."
He looked at the black mane and said silently in his heart.
The black carriage came to Yanming Lake, and Ju Youxian got off the carriage and disappeared into the streets and alleys under the night. Ning Que got out of the car, stood in front of the yard and was silent for a moment, and said to Wang Jingluo: "Prepare, maybe you have to go out.
Far door.”
Wang Jingluo took off his straw hat, put away the reins, and said, "Have you really made a decision? You must know that this time it will no longer be ten miles outside the city, but a dangerous place for thousands of miles."
Ning Que said: "After all, I have to go see it. It's better to go to see it yourself than to let others see it."
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Yanming Lake under the night reflects more than ten lights in the house, just like the night sky today. The stars in the sky once robbed too much of the brilliance by the bright moon, and it was very lonely.
Ning Que rowed the boat and walked casually on the lake. From time to time, a few new green branches were rubbed by the side of the boat. The lotus had not yet bloomed, but the lotus leaves had begun to reunite.
The lotus leaves are getting round, but people cannot be reunited. Looking at the lotus planted with Sangsang, he remembered the words left to him by the drunkard: Every death in the world is a reunion after a long separation.
He could not understand how Haotian could find alcoholics and butchers in the world. For this reason, he was always looking at and obtained many clues, which vaguely pointed to the person he once thought was the most unlikely.
His gaze turned from the green lotus on the bank of the boat to Yanming Mountain on the other side of the lake, as if he saw the dead girl holding a black umbrella, singing to himself in the wind and snow.
If it was you, why didn’t I feel it? Are you no longer my life? You returned the carriage and iron arrows, but took away the big dark horse and the big black umbrella. Do you really want to split up?
But the question is, how can it be so easy to separate a family? Your name is still in my household registration book, your address is still Lao Bizhai, and your silver notes are still buried in the tomb. How can I send them to you?
The night breeze in early summer gently brushes Ning Que's face and gives out a meaningful smile: Since every death in the world is a reunion after a long separation, let's meet again.
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The next morning, the famous black carriage passed through the heat of the bun shop, and drove into the palace under the eyes of many people and the Yulin Army, and then never came out again.
This situation lasted for several days and caused a lot of speculation. No one knew what Ning Que was doing in the palace. Even the court ministers didn't know, only he knew that he had not left Chang'an City.
The Xiling Temple's spies in Chang'an City began to be alert and uneasy. They paid a huge price. Two maids died in the house. They finally found out some news.
From time to time, dull knocks came from the underground of the small building in the palace. After the night of the imperial study, you could still see lights and various rare materials. Through the arrangement of the Ministry of Revenue, you could continuously transport them from various counties to Chang'an City.
One evening, someone saw a strong man walking into the palace with a hammer.
When the information was sent back to Taoshan, Xiling Temple came to a conclusion that shocked them. The academy was trying to transform the Amazement Formation, but is this really the case?
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