"The people in Weicheng can still receive the silver today" also knows how to pity Sangsang's little girl, so presumably he will always respect you and Xiao Mo in the future, and he will have a due sense of belonging to the academy. ”

The master turned around and looked at Ning Que in a coma, and said with a smile: "Of course, these are some inconsequential things, but I think it may have an impact on this child's future choice."

Hearing Sangsang's name, the senior brother frowned slightly, but he didn't stop there, but suddenly said: "Out of the sludge without staining, I always remember this sentence in what the teacher said back then." ”

The master stopped, turned to look at his favorite apprentice, and said slowly, "That article was originally written about you. ”

The senior brother bowed his head and said, "The student is ashamed. ”

The master said: "There is no perfect person in the world, but in terms of moral character, you are stronger than me, stronger than your junior uncle, and stronger than everyone I have seen over the years, but the thing a few days ago, you didn't do well, you didn't think well, you are not as good as Jun Mo." ”

Listening to the teacher's criticism, the senior brother was silent and taught, but said: "The big black umbrella behind the little junior brother, I'm afraid that the people of the Buddhist sect have seen some clues, so I have to be careful." ”

The Master looked at him quietly, and suddenly flicked the sleeves of his robe, and the dead leaves flew on the street, reaching up to the clear night sky, as if to leave some way behind the stars.

"The underworld has not been found, let alone the Hades?"

"The Immortal Monarch has not been found, let alone the son of the Immortal Monarch?"

"I feel sorry for that little girl, let alone this idiot. ”

The master looked at Ning Que, who was still unconscious, and smiled.

Then he said calmly: "I have said in the past that no one is qualified to judge in advance about things that cannot be understood and confirmed in the world, and even less can the development of any possibility be cut off in order to erase some bad possibility, because life is a collection of countless possibilities.

The senior brother thought about the argument with the junior brother in the mountain behind the academy that night, thinking about the words at that time, and suddenly found that he had forgotten the teacher's teachings.

"Teacher, I was wrong. ”

The master smiled slightly, turned forward, the senior brother carried Ning Que on his back, followed behind, late at night in the late winter, in the alleys of Chang'an City, a teacher took the two most beloved students in his life to move forward calmly, but he didn't know where he would end up.

In Chang'an City late at night, more than 9,000 lights have been extinguished, in addition to the lights on the walls of the imperial palace, only the gambling house Qinglou in Xicheng is still lit up all night, and there are many ministers and wealthy businessmen living in the south city, and the gate is strict, and it has long been dark, but there is still a mansion with lights scattered tonight.

In the Wenyuan Pavilion Scholar's Mansion, Mrs. Zeng Jing sat on the round stool in the study and kept wiping her tears, and the expression of sorrow and pity on her well-maintained face was always clear.

Scholar Zeng Jing looked at her and sighed, and said, "My daughter has been taken back to the house, why are you still so sad, madam? Now it is still a little strange, and in a few days, you can always call out that mother, don't be too anxious." ”

Mrs. Zeng Jing looked up at him and said sadly: "I don't understand this truth, do I still have to force my daughter to do it today, I just think that she has suffered too much over the years, and as a mother, she always feels sad and guilty, especially when she looks like this little now, she can't help crying." ”

Scholar Zeng Jing asked slightly, "What happened to her?"

"The small building in Jingmin Garden for her to live in was originally equipped with four big four small eight girl rings, who knew that when I went before, I found that the eight girls were driven out by my daughter, and I asked when I entered the building, what do you guess my daughter said? She actually said that she was only used to serving people over the years, and was not used to being served. ”

Mrs. Zeng Jing said as she spoke, her eyes flowed again, and she looked at the scholar and said, "What do you say this makes me, a mother, feel in my heart?" And don't hide it from me, I know why you hesitated at that moment yesterday, aren't you just worried that the queen wants to win over the academy, so you don't want your daughter to completely break off the relationship with her master who killed a thousand knives. ”

Zeng Jing thought about the housekeeper's private observation and reply, and his perception of Sangsang was a little better, although this daughter who had not seen him for many years did not like to talk much, and seemed to be a little unpleasant, but in fact she was calm and lovely, and her upbringing was excellent. He nodded and stroked his beard, thinking about the queen's explanation, and after a moment of silence, he said: "After all, it is you and my own flesh and blood, no matter what the queen mother thinks, she will never leave us again, don't worry." ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hooves on the street outside the Bachelor's Mansion, and the academy was very far away from the gate, but in the dead of night, the sound of hooves seemed so clear, and even a little thrilling.

Scholar Zeng Jing frowned slightly, stood up and looked out of the study.

With the sound of dense footsteps, the steward of the Bachelor's Mansion respectfully led a eunuch into the study.

Zeng Jing looked at the eunuch's face, frowned deeper, waved his hand to get rid of all the subordinates, personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to the eunuch, opened his mouth but did not speak.

There was silence in the study.

Zeng Jing thought that it was the queen mother who asked her daughter about her return from the old pen house, and thought of a lot of words in her belly, but before he could speak, the eunuch smiled and said: Lord Zeng, it is the will of His Majesty. ”

Zeng Jing first suddenly realized, no wonder it was Gonggong Lin who came, and then he was puzzled, the Tang Dynasty was in good weather during the apocalypse, the officials were clean and the people were safe, and there were very few such late-night urgent things, even if there was something at the border, it was reasonable for His Majesty to send a eunuch to summon him, a minister, into the palace, and he actually sent the most useful eunuch in the palace and the chief eunuch with the highest rank.

Gonggong Lin didn't give Zeng Jing more time to think, and said softly: "Your Majesty is very happy to know the happy reunion of the father and daughter of the university scholar, and there will probably be a relevant will tomorrow, so I will come to the Lord tonight." ”

Daoxi doesn't have to come late at night, Zeng Jing knows that there must be afterwords about this self-will.

Sure enough, Gonggong Lin continued: "It's just that Sangsang is still Ning Que's maid in terms of household registration now, in order to prevent people from talking about it, His Majesty asked the scholar to send her back to Lao Bizhai tonight." ”

Zeng Jing faintly revealed anger on his face, thinking that His Majesty's will was completely chaotic, where did he come from to dismantle the flesh and blood against human morality, and said in a deep voice: "I want to enter the palace to meet His Majesty." ”

Gonggong Lin seemed to have already guessed that he would have such a reaction, and he was not surprised, he took two steps forward and whispered in his ear, "This is what the dean of the academy meant. ”

Zeng Jing was shocked and asked in disbelief, "Master...... Have you returned to Beijing?"

Lin Gonggong said with emotion: "Yes, the master has not spoken to the palace for many years, you should know very well the weight of his old man's rare words, even if his old man said that he wanted His Majesty to demolish the Daming Palace, I am afraid that His Majesty will only really demolish the Daming Palace, who made our Majesty regard himself as a student of the master all his life, and he has never disobeyed?"

Zeng Jing hesitated.

Mrs. Zeng Jing suddenly said in a trembling voice: "I have lost her for more than ten years, my daughter is unwilling to leave, and no one wants to take her away from me again." ”

Mrs. Zeng Jing is not from a high-ranking family, and she has nothing to do with those big surnames in Qinghe County, she was just the most ordinary folk girl before marrying Zeng Jing as a concubine, and in Datang, it is these most ordinary people who will have the most simple and firm feelings and views of right and wrong.

In front of this simple and firm feeling and view of right and wrong, power and power often lose their original magic, and both the master and the emperor may have to avoid one or two for a while.

Gonggong Lin was slightly stunned, and secretly respected this bachelor's wife, and said in a harmonious voice: "Madam, you have misunderstood, of course, this matter must first listen to Miss Sangsang's own will, Your Majesty's will is just for you not to hinder, I think you two can let Miss Sangsang come out and listen to me?"

Zeng Jing and his wife glanced at each other, thinking that since His Majesty said so, it was really not good for him to be too tough, so he ordered someone to go to Jingmin Garden to see if Sangsang had slept.

Not in the old pen Zhai, Sang Sang naturally did not sleep well, last night she has been looking at the intricate and beautiful patterns on the curtain with her eyes open all night, tonight she is sitting by the window in a daze.

She went to the study.

Gonggong Lin only said one sentence: "Ning Que is seriously injured." ”

Sangsang was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the study, as if he hadn't heard.

A moment later, she walked back with her bags in her arms.

She saluted the bachelor and his wife, and whispered, "I'll go and see, and I'll be back tomorrow." ”

Then she thought for a moment and added, "I'll come back when he's well." ”

The bamboo forest in the concierge courtyard was disturbed by the night wind, like a black and cyan sea, like dense aquatic plants in the ink pond in late autumn, the disciples of the ink pond garden didn't know what Senior Brother Ning Que and the mountain lord said during the day, they didn't know what was going on, and they fell asleep sweetly in their respective rooms.

Mo Shanshan didn't sleep, she looked at the candlelight and looked at the bookmarks in front of her, these bookmarks were written by Ning Que during the day, the ink was dry but still fresh, as if it still had the taste of that time.

Ji Zhihua walked in wearing a single coat, looked at her cheeks, and said worriedly: "What happened, you have to leave Chang'an in advance." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at the bookmark under the candlelight and smiled slightly, his red lips were pursed very tightly, like a red line tied on a willow tree, and in Dahe Country, the red line on the willow tree represents marriage.

"I heard that Ning Que was injured before he came today. ”

Mo Shanshan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he asked concisely, "Who?"

"The Dao Shi monk of the Moon Wheel Country challenged head-on on the morning street and was beheaded by Ning Que. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Zhihua said: "That Dao Shi monk heard that he has been reading scriptures and worshiping Buddha in the Hanging Temple for many years, and his realm is very profound, so I think Ning Que's injury should not be light. ”

Mo Shanshan stood up, was silent for a moment, and then slowly sat down.

"It turns out that you were injured when you wrote the book, but why didn't you say it?"

The wick of the candle that no one had cut for a long time was slightly curled, and the light was dim, reflecting a pale yellow on the girl's white dress, but on her face, it still couldn't hide the slight paleness.

(Chapters 2 and 3 should be written before twelve o'clock.) (To be continued)