Chapter 29 of the second volume of the Lake of Winter enters the royal court

Drawing bows and arrows on the side of the blue waist and Haizi, hunting all the way into the wasteland, Ning Que and the disciples of the Mochi Garden of the Great River Country have long been very familiar, and after fighting side by side under the meadow, the two sides are even more intimate and intimate.

For the next few days, Ning Que stayed in the carriage to recuperate from his injuries, and at the same time reformed the girl's world view, outlook on life, and battle outlook again.

These fell in the eyes of the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden, they couldn't help but feel a little strange, they knew very well that the mountain lord's feelings seemed indifferent, but in fact they were light and gentle, but they had never been so close to a young man. Ji Zhihua also felt that this was very inappropriate, but he thought that Ning Que was seriously injured, and he was embarrassed to let him come down.

In fact, Ning Que's injuries recovered quickly, and he stopped coughing up blood the next night, and Zhihai, who had been violently shaken, gradually subsided, and the occasional episode of vertigo never appeared again.

Chu Zhihua and other disciples of Mochi Yuan were not too clear about his physical condition, but Mo Shanshan saw all his recovery process in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

That night, when Ning Que pulled his bow and sniped several horse thieves, Mo Shanshan felt the movement of her mental power on the side, and at that time she guessed that Ning Que should be a cultivator, for this, she was not very surprised, like the academy and other wonderful places to select students to go into the wasteland alone to perform tasks, that student is naturally extraordinary.

It's just that the leader of the horse thieves is a Great Nian Master who has already entered the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, and if she hadn't realized half a rune in Mogan Mountain in the spring, there would be no way to hurt the other party. Such a powerful Nian Master concentrated all his strength to attack Ning Que, according to common sense, even if Ning Que could survive, Yan Zòng, who was damaged by Zhihai, was very likely to become a stupid person, where could he talk as eloquently as he did now, his eyebrows flew and danced? Could it be that Ning Que's mental power was even stronger than himself?

Bookworms are not good at talking to people, especially reluctant to spy on the hidden si, so they are suspicious of Ning Que one after another, but she never asked, just sat quietly by the car window, remembering Ning Que's guidance with Juanxiu's small letters, and then carefully chose where she could learn and understand it with her heart.

Ning Que was amazed when he saw her words, because Mo Shanshan's calligraphy is indeed excellent, the ink pen is round but not charming, soft and bone, the pen is faint and clear, thick and appropriate, fresh and pleasant.

At this time, he understood that when he praised the girl Fu Shi in the camp a few days ago for her obsession with writing and having a bit of her own style, why the female disciples of Mochi Yuan would laugh so happily - bookworms are obsessed with books, and the books here are calligraphy books in the world, not books that read and write thousands of books.

The disciples of Mochi Yuan rode horses in a car, changed lanes at a certain ice block, from northeast to northwest, and went straight to the royal court.

The carriage kept shaking and undulating, Ning Que watched her hanging pen by the window and her wrist did not move at all, and the handwriting on the paper was not messy, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, her name as a genius of the Fu Dao was already a little unreal in front of the girl, could it be that even the name of calligraphy was going to be snatched away?

Putting the cotton cushion behind the compartment, he lay down comfortably, his face was very close to the white skirt of Mo Shanshan hanging on the floor, he casually reached out and pulled out one of the stacks of papers on the small table, and his eyes fell and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

There were some familiar words written on that piece of paper.

"Young Master Sangsang, I won't ...... if I'm drunk today"

When he watched the girl Fu Shi writing quietly by the window, Ning Que remembered the third senior sister by the east window of the old library, and began to miss the academy in the south of Chang'an City, and missed the days in the back mountains and those lovely fellow doors, and then suddenly saw his chicken soup paste rubbing book in the wasteland thousands of miles away, and he began to miss the alley in the east city of Chang'an, and missed the days in the old pen and the black and thin guy.

Mo Shanshan noticed that his expression was different, turned his body with his hands, and found that he was looking at the chicken soup paste he bought with a lot of money, and couldn't help but ask in a slight daze: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, you also know calligraphy?"

It must be said that the bookworm girl is really not good at communicating with people, if she were asked by someone else, she would probably say "Senior brother, you also like calligraphy?" She is very direct, and she has not thought about the feelings of the listener at all.

Ning Que had long been accustomed to the fact that something like the Second Senior Brother Gu Crown would pop up between her words from time to time, so she didn't care at all, shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I understand a little." ”

Mo Shanshan once asked him if he also understood Fu Dao, at that time his answer was a little understood, at this time when it came to the way of calligraphy, his answer was still a little understood, in front of others he would probably have the confidence to say that he was a genius of Fu Dao is a calligraphy master, but in front of the world's bookworms, he felt that it was more low-key and not easy to lose face.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly asked, "What do you think of this book?"

Her expression was very focused, and she seemed to be very concerned about how Ning Que would answer.

Ning Que didn't expect her to ask her opinion, and said, "You mean chicken soup stickers?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "Senior brother is a student of Chang'an Academy, of course I have heard of the chicken soup post, and I heard that this book post is a masterpiece of the people in the academy, so I want to hear your opinion." ”

There is a sour saying: knowing yourself is always the hardest, and it is also a difficult thing to judge yourself, especially if the listener is not knowing, if you still want to praise yourself.

Ning Que concealed his true identity from the disciples of Ink Pond Garden, although he did not have any malicious intent, but now that the relationship between the two parties is so close, it will inevitably be a little embarrassing once it is exposed, so he has to continue to hide it for the time being before there is no suitable opportunity, and it is even more embarrassing to face this situation at this time.

And he didn't know what the girl Fu Shi thought of the chicken soup post and the one who wrote the chicken soup post, if she liked to appreciate it, if she hated her calligraphy very much, wouldn't it be very troublesome? This possibility is not small, although there is often a saying that there is no first text, but in fact, if you look at the conflicts that have occurred when the poets and calligraphers gather in Chang'an City, you can know that people like Mo Shanshan, who are good at calligraphy, will always be a little dismissive of other calligraphers.

Literati are inferior to each other, so isn't it the case among scholars?

"This post is full of pen and does not know how to collect, the shape is scattered and boneless, it seems to have a new idea, but in fact it is just some chicken thief means, the evil road is inked, and the style of righteousness and elegance is lost, which is not worth mentioning. ”

He did not hesitate to depreciate the chicken soup sticker, his expression was calm and calm, and he hid all the embarrassed and bitter coptis in his body, and did not dare to shed the slightest, which may be the so-called price.

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to tell whether he was telling the truth or derogatory at will, and after a long time, she asked seriously again: "What does the senior brother think of the flower opening post?"

Ning Que looked at her and said in surprise: "Senior sister has even seen the flower opening post?"

Mo Shanshan shook his head and said, "I have collected some copies of the calligrapher in the academy, but the flower blossom post is hidden in the deep palace, and even the facsimile copies are also treasured by the princes' mansions in Chang'an City, so I have only heard of its name and have not seen any trace of it." ”

Ning Que felt slightly relaxed, and responded with a smile: "I haven't seen it either, so I can't comment." ”

Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly, falling on the chicken soup paste rubbing book in his hand, I don't know what he was thinking in his heart, only to hear her sigh softly, turned around and continued to describe his hairpin flowers.

In the battle under the meadow that day, she saw the picture on the other side of the wall of fire, but she couldn't see the fleeting fire ball in front of the horse thief leader.

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Going deep into the wasteland, from the northeast to the northwest, you can see the faint mountain shadow in the distance of the sky dome after a short walk.

Minshan is the most majestic and longest mountain range in the world, extending from the depths of the wasteland to the south, until the south of Hebei County of the Tang Dynasty is near the location of Chang'an City, stretching for many kilometers, as if it is a sword left by Haotian in the north of the world.

In the middle of the wasteland, there is a section of Minshan, forming a natural canyon, the west of the canyon has a city, by the Tang North Roadside Army elite defense, heavily guarded, and Minshan is also divided into north and south two foothills because of this interruption.

The vast Min Mountain where Ning Que lived back then is the southern foothills, and the northern foot of the Min Mountain is deep in the wasteland, and is called Tashi Mountain by the barbarians, which means that if you go out of this mountain range, you will be abandoned by Haotian.

There is a fertile pasture on the east side of Tianqi Mountain, and the tribe of Zuo Yishan has lived on this grassland for generations, and the royal court is there.

Looking at the shadow of the mountain beside the sky dome in the distance through the car window, Ning Que naturally thought of Minshan Mountain in the south, the military town fort on the north road on the other side of the mountain, and the old guys in Weicheng. He had left the Blue Water Camp and entered the grain team, and had been walking in the wasteland for many days, but the mountain range was still there, as if it had not changed.

Looking at the mountains and running dead horses, not to mention such a majestic and dangerous continuous mountain range, the royal court is close, but it will take some time to arrive, as the distance closes, Ning Que becomes more and more silent, and more time hides in the carriage and refuses to come down, even the lynx girl called him to see the white crane in the wetland, but he couldn't call him.

Because he needed time to think, to think about two very important questions.

The horse thieves who attacked them in the meadow followed them for many days, and later determined that the target of this group of horse thieves was themselves, so it was equivalent to saying that they left the Bishui camp and mixed into the grain team, and the forces behind the horse thieves already knew.

Who are those horse thieves or those horse thieves? Who wants to kill themselves? Who is the leader of the horse thieves? The Great Nian Master of the Dongxuan Realm must not be a simple horse thief leader, and the military aura that Ning Que felt during the battle made his mood even heavier.

The right arm of the leader of the horse thieves was cut off by him, and if he did not die in the wasteland after being rescued by his subordinates, he would definitely need local healing. Such a heavy injury could not be cured by the soil den of an ordinary horse thief, that person needed a doctor's medicine, and he needed to hurry, and the closest place to the meadow, which could cure the wound of the broken arm, happened to be the court of the Left Tent.

The grain and grass were destroyed, Mo Shanshan insisted on bringing the disciples of Mochi Yuan to the royal court, Ning Que did not object, in addition to the friendship formed in the battle, there was another reason for this.

Regardless of whether the person behind the group of horse thieves was Shan Yu from the royal court or someone else, he firmly believed that as long as the leader of the horse thieves was still alive, then there was at least a ninety percent chance of hiding in the royal court at this time.

He's going to find the other person, ask some questions, and kill the other person.

In addition to this, he was also reflecting on what he had done after leaving the academy and coming to the wasteland.

From a very young age, after every difficult life-and-death battle, he would analyze and summarize afterwards, and because of this, he survived with Sangsang.

Introspection had become a sort of instinct on his part, but this time the introspection in the carriage was deeper than every introspection in previous years, even going back to all his actions after leaving Weicheng and entering Chang'an.

After thinking silently for a long time, he confirmed that after he left Weicheng, especially after entering the academy, there were many actions or choices that were not the most appropriate, because he had fallen into some kind of misunderstanding.

When he was in Weicheng, he was accustomed to riding into the plains alone, inquiring about the enemy for the general, and chasing horse thieves with his comrades, so this time he took the academy to the wasteland to practice, shouldering the two important tasks assigned by His Majesty and the national teacher, and was still accustomed to acting like this, disguised himself and mixed into the grain team, only thinking about acting in secret.

However, he forgot that he was no longer a little soldier in Weicheng, not a scout, not a woodcutter in Sobihu, but a personal disciple of the master, a student in the back mountain of the academy, a gold medal spy of the emperor's majesty, and a guest at the south gate of Haotian Dao and Tianshu.

Acting in secret, it means that all of his background backers, who are the envy and awe of countless people in the world, have become meaningless, and the commander of the temple cavalry knows that Mo Shanshan is a bookworm, so he doesn't dare to act in vain anymore, if he reveals his identity as a disciple in the back mountain of the academy, where will those horse thieves dare to gather and attack him?

There is also an extremely important point: before leaving the academy, the second senior brother specially reminded himself in the back mountain that the people who went out of the academy could only bully people, not be bullied, how arrogant and arrogant it was, and he did not have the identity of a disciple of the academy at the moment, even if he was arrogant, who would know that this was the people of the academy who were arrogant?

Ning Que supported his jaw with his hand, leaned against the window of the carriage, looked at the mountains and the faintly visible tent in the distance, and thought helplessly, the poor boy in the countryside went to the city to earn a lot of silver, and he would only secretly buy some houses and eat a few bowls of hot and sour noodle soup.

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It was the middle of winter, the weather was cold and the ground was freezing, and the grassland under the mountain was abandoned without knowing whether it was because of the geothermal relationship between the mountains, but there was still some green grass growing in the east and west, and the tent was blooming in the grassland like white clouds.

Two carriages and a few tired horses carried the disciples of the Great River Country Mochi Yuan to the outside of the grassland, and there was no food team behind them, let alone any escort cavalry, which looked a little desolate.

The peace between the grassland barbarians and the Central Plains coalition has officially begun, and all forces and cavalry gathered here, listening to the noisy and lively voices from a distance, I don't know how many people are drinking and narrating.

A cavalry of the royal court welcomed the disciples of Mochi Yuan into the camp, and it was obvious that the attack on the meadow and the matter of the half-way rune had spread, and some people knew that the bookworm was in the carriage, so the cavalry was quite respectful.

On the contrary, the envoy guards from the Central Plains in the camp looked at the disciples of Mochi Yuan with a little cold eyes. They didn't understand that the grain and grass were destroyed, why didn't these people return to Yanbei, but rushed to the royal court, didn't these disciples of Mochi Yuan know that some big people in the temple and the coalition army were extremely dissatisfied with their cousins?

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