Thinking about these things that he could not fully understand based on his IQ and experience, Ning Que slowly closed his eyes in the sunshine and began to reconstruct Zhuoer's extremely dark face in his somewhat confused mind to strengthen himself.
He had the confidence to sort out his chaotic and confused thoughts. The clear sunshine of spring shone on the rockery in the front yard of the Princess Mansion, on the bamboo chair, and on his body. It was bright and warm, and gradually enveloped him in the old days.
All the cold spring weather has gone out.
"Are you basking in the sun? But... my mother won't let me bask in the sun."
A childish and crisp voice sounded softly from behind the chair. Ning Que opened his eyes and looked back, and saw a boy's face peeking out from beside the rockery. There were two apple-like smears on the slightly dark and healthy face.
She had a faint blush, her long eyelashes were very beautiful, but the look on her face was a bit timid.
Ning Que looked at this little black face, and somehow he thought of Zaoer, and felt a little sad in his heart. He stood up from the chair, bowed slightly to the little boy he hadn't seen for a long time, and said softly: "See you there."
More than a little prince."
The timid little boy was Xiaoman, the stepson brought back from the grassland by Princess Li Yu. Along the way from Weicheng to Chang'an, especially after the bloody battle on Beishan Road, Ning Que had many contacts with the little boy.
"Your Highness, why don't you let the little prince bask in the sun?" he asked with a smile.
"Mom said it's easy to tan that way." Xiaoman looked at Ning Que seriously and explained: "I am my mother's son, your majesty's approved grandson, and the most proud nobleman in the Tang Empire, so I can be dark, but not too dark.
black."
Ning Que couldn't help scratching his head when he heard the little boy's answer. He could imagine how a child from the grassland would feel uncomfortable after coming to the prosperous and prosperous city of Chang'an, but he didn't expect that Her Royal Highness would be so rigorous in educating and caring for the little prince.
, explained with a smile: “It’s not bad to bask in the sun occasionally.”
The vestibule was quiet. The little boy looked around and found that neither the nun nor the palace maid noticed that he had sneaked out. His little face showed joy, he jumped to the bamboo chair, grabbed Ning Que's sleeves, suppressed his little face and said
She looked at him expectantly and said, "Can you tell me a story?"
Ning Que was stunned. He didn't expect that the little boy would recognize him, let alone that he would never forget those fairy tales by the fire. Looking at the expectant eyes of the little boy, looking at the quiet vestibule, he thought that at this time, he could do nothing but bask in the sun.
Taiyang had nothing else to do, so he sat back on the bamboo chair with a smile, motioned for the little boy to sit next to him, and said, "I don't know how to tell stories. The ones I told last time should be called fairy tales."
"What is the difference between fairy tales and stories?" Xiaoman asked curiously.
Ning Que replied: "The story is very complicated, the fairy tale is very simple, and it is very happy."
Xiaoman laughed happily and said, "Then I want to listen to fairy tales."
Ning Que thought of some scenes from the past years and couldn't help but smile and said, "This happens to be what I am best at."
Xiaoman moved his body and got closer to him, preparing to listen attentively.
Ning Que thought for a while, looked at him and said, "You are the little prince on the grassland, so let me tell you a fairy tale about the little prince, okay?"
Xiaoman said happily: "Okay, okay."
Ning Que lay down on the bamboo chair, looked at the sky and said: "There are pythons in the forest. They are very big. After catching the prey, they just swallow it whole without chewing it, and then sleep for a full six months. Using these
Time to digest the food in your stomach.”
Xiaoman opened his eyes wide and said in horror: "...It's so scary. Isn't it said that fairy tales are all happy?"
Ning Que glared at him, thinking that you were not as good as Sangsang back then, and said: "It's just the beginning, don't worry... When I heard this story, I was more interested in things in the forest, so I followed my own instructions
Imagine painting a picture of a big python devouring a big beast. I showed the picture to other adults and asked them if they felt scared. They said: A hat has
What’s so scary?”
Xiaoman clapped his hands excitedly and said, "I understand, you drew the snake as the edge of the hat, and you drew the big beast as the middle of the hat. Is your drawing bad?"
Ning Que was speechless and continued: "What I drew was not a hat, but a snake swallowing a beast. Those adults like you couldn't understand it at all, so I simply drew the scene inside the python's belly."
Come out."
Xiaoman looked at him doubtfully and asked: "Isn't it a fairy tale about the little prince? Where is the little prince?"
"It will be out soon." Ning Que explained: "It will be out after a while."
It didn't take long for the nun and the maids of the Princess's Mansion to finally find the vestibule. At this moment, Her Royal Highness the Princess also ended her reminiscing with Sangsang. Ning Que took the hand of the little maid and asked the maids and nuns in front of them.
With suspicion and resentment in his eyes, he fled away and ended his visit to the princess mansion as quickly as possible.
Walking on the quiet streets of Nancheng, the big black umbrella tightly wrapped in coarse cloth kept slapping Sang Sang's thighs. The master and servant walked quietly for a while, and Sang Sang suddenly said without ending: "
The princess is a good person."
Ning Que looked up at the sky above the street separated by the plane trees, looked at the increasingly gloomy clouds, and said, "It looks like it's going to rain."
This is probably the case where the preface is mismatched and the postscript is mismatched. Sangsang wanted to say something, but Ning Que didn't want to say those things, so the former jumped out of his head, while the latter looked up at the sky and said he was about to fall.
rain.
Sangsang stopped, looked up at him, and asked, "Master, why don't you like her?"
Ning Que felt that it was necessary to let the little maid know his true thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Because I don't think she is a good person in the traditional sense, although she is indeed nice to you."
For some reason, Sangsang showed rare stubbornness on this issue and said seriously: "If Your Highness is not a good person, then why did she go to the grassland back then? Why was she so nice to Xiaoman?"
Ning Que looked at her quietly and suddenly said: "If she is a good person, then why did she go to the grassland back then? Why did she treat Xiaoman so well? I don't think all stepmothers in the world are bad people, but I also never
I have never seen any stepmother who values Xiaoman as more important than her own life as she does."
The same two questions, in Sangsang's opinion, could prove that Her Royal Highness the Princess is a good person, but in Ning Que's case, they became the opposite evidence. She couldn't understand what he wanted to say and looked at him in confusion.
At this moment, raindrops fell gently from the sky in the thick spring of Chang'an City. Ning Que took off the big black umbrella from behind, opened it, and continued to walk forward, saying: "If something goes wrong, it must be a monster.
Your Highness, the stepmother, is still so young and overflowing with maternal instincts? In my opinion, it is too early. I think this is transference. She has transferred her feelings for Shanyu to the little boy... From this point of view, she has feelings for that little boy.
The Chanyu who sleeps in the grassland seems to have a lot of apologies."
"Only we, the frontier soldiers, know what an amazing hero that Chan is, but such an amazing person was so inexplicably murdered by his idiot brother to seize the throne?"
"Master, what exactly do you want to say?"
"What I want to say is that Her Royal Highness the Princess will probably regret it for the rest of her life, because that Chanyu should really love her, and he is the only man in the world who dares to really love her."
"I do not understand."
"nothing."
After Sang Sang was silent for a long time, she suddenly said: "Do you think Her Highness the Princess killed Shan Yu?"
Ning Que did not answer directly, but said: "It seems that your usual stupidity is just pretending to be lazy."
Sang Sang walked under the black umbrella with her head lowered, slightly clenching her fists, and said, "Where is the evidence?"
"There are many things in this world that do not require evidence."
Ning Que looked at the wisps of rain falling outside the umbrella and said: "Back then, when she went to the grassland, she could not only neutralize the attacks of some magicians within the empire, but also show weakness in the fight with the Queen in exchange for His Majesty's pity.
She can win the respect of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and can even develop her own power on the grassland, but she cannot stay on the grassland forever. Your Majesty is getting older and older, and the successor must be decided as soon as possible, so
She needs to come back, and as a woman who is deeply in love with Shan Yu, there is only one way for her to come back."
Sangsang lowered his head and whispered: "But His Highness was only twelve or thirteen years old when he decided to marry far away from the grassland."
"I started killing horse thieves when I was twelve or thirteen years old. A person's ability is not necessarily proportional to his age." Ning Que held a big black umbrella and gradually quickened his pace. He shook his head and said, "What I just said is that His Highness has done something."
There are reasons for that matter, and it can be profitable, but in my opinion, the thing that best proves this matter is what I said before."
"We all know what an amazing man the Chan who died young was. It would be difficult for such an amazing man to be framed and killed, unless the person who did it was the person he trusted and loved the most."
Sangsang lowered his head, pursed his thin lips, and murmured softly: "In any case, it's all your guess, Master."
Ning Que said: "I also hope that the guess is wrong. I also hope that the world is full of fairy tales and that the prince and princess will live happily ever after. But you see... the prince on the grassland died and the princess went home.
.”
Sangsang raised her head, and a drop of rain fell from her dark cheek. She looked at him and asked angrily: "Master, why is the world in your eyes always so dark?"
Ning Que stopped and looked at her silently. After looking at her for a long time, he said coldly: "Because from the time I survived until I picked you up among the dead bodies on the roadside, the world I saw was so dark.
"
After saying this, he also felt that he had lost his composure, and strode towards the front of the street with some embarrassment. He didn't know whether it was the shadow cast by the academy on his mind, or because he was about to kill someone. He always felt that it was dark.
The rain outside the umbrella is no longer so refreshing and looks a bit dull.
Sang Sang stood in the rain and looked at his back. She suddenly quickened her pace and chased after him. She chased him under the big black umbrella. She caught up to the guy's side, then reached up and grabbed the corner of his sleeve that was hanging down with his right hand holding the umbrella.
Don't let go.
From time to time, conversations between the master and the servant could be heard under the big black umbrella.
"I thought Master, you were going to call His Highness an idiot again."
"Don't be emotional in anything. In the end, you will only hurt others and yourself, so she is indeed quite an idiot."
"Then why didn't you scold me just now, young master?"
"I will curse these two words less in the future, because those idiots who are emotional... are all pitiful people."