The firelight lit up behind Ning Que, leaving a clear shadow on the city wall in front of him.

There was a small table on the city wall, the stove on the table was burning with silver charcoal, not a trace of smoke was growing, the soup in the copper pot was boiling, and some slices of vegetables and meat were displayed next to it, and the warmth was gradually rising. A Tang Jun put the prepared dipping saucer in front of the dishes and chopsticks, looked at him and asked, "Sir, do you want to open the wine tonight?"

"Hmm. ”

Ning Que has been living on the city wall these days, eating and living like this, and he has long been accustomed to eating in the autumn breeze, and only hot pot and wine can add some warmth to him.

The extremely fatty beef and mutton are immersed in the white but not greasy bone broth and cooked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the aroma is just about to overflow, and it is pressed down by the green vegetable leaves that are immediately in the pot.

Ning Que sat down at the table and began to eat, without accompanying guests, naturally there was no need for cold noise, no companions, no need to drink orders, although the ingredients were beautiful, the food was very silent and lonely.

Although the night banquet is lonely, but the wine is the strongest double steamed, the dish is the food sent from the palace, those spitting fragrance, with the steaming heat in the copper pot floated up, swept over the city, condensed by the chill of the autumn night, drifted towards the world under the city wall, passed the city wall with mottled wind and rain traces and new and old moss, passed a certain eagle's nest, provoked the eagle in the nest to open its eyes, dazed everywhere, and then drifted down to the Suzaku Avenue, into the noses of those few pedestrians on the night street.

That year, the main view entered Chang'an, the southern section of Suzaku Avenue was completely destroyed in that tragic battle, and then it was rebuilt for several years, and finally restored the grand scene of the year, but after all, it was a newly repaired building, after all, it was less than some years to accumulate fireworks, and it seemed a little cold.

The time for dinner has passed, and Zhufang City on both sides of Suzaku Avenue. It was also quiet at this time, but compared with the coldness on the main street, the houses were not deserted, and the sound of chess pieces falling on wooden plates, the sound of porcelain bowls falling on the edge of the stove, and the sound of women beating and scolding children could be heard everywhere.

Chang'an City on an autumn night, the real lively place is naturally not these houses, there are several round tables on the terrace of the Songhe Tower, I don't know whose young master secretly took the silver from the tent, where to feast his good companions. After all, he is a young man, and he has no experience in the world, so naturally he doesn't know much about wine, and he is not a master, so he can't drink how much water is mixed in the wine. I got so drunk that I forgot how to explain to my family tomorrow.

The bustle in the red-sleeved sign is not the same as the bustle of the Pine Crane Tower, those officials and businessmen who don't know that their children sneak out of the house to play, sitting at the wine table by the railing, looking self-conscious, the atmosphere is warm but no one is making trouble, in the graceful music and swirling skirts. The word lively only takes the first half.

Compared with the people, the atmosphere of the imperial court is naturally much stricter, especially the brightly lit small buildings in the meadow, which will probably be lit until the early hours of the morning. Dozens of Tang soldiers ran quickly between those small buildings, passing on information from all over the frontier and from various states and counties, urging approval.

The Xiling Temple has already begun the pace of war, although the flames of war have not been officially ignited. It has not yet burned to the border line of the Tang Dynasty for the time being, but the military headquarters of the Tang Dynasty has entered a state of war. It was full of tense and solemn atmosphere, the hot tea on the table had been changed for many waters, but no one ate the pastries next to it.

The most important decisions, the military department cannot decide alone, you need to go through the palace, the generals can't sleep, naturally there are many people in the palace who can't sleep, from the Yulin army to the guards, from the eunuch in charge of the imperial academy to the palace maid in charge of tea, all of them must be supported strongly.

Compared with those days, there are two more banners on the wall of the imperial study, and the two banners are written by different people, and the level is very different, but it is equally important for the current palace.

His Majesty the Emperor is no longer young, but after all, he is a teenager, and the academy does not allow him to stay up late for a long time, and at this time he has already fallen asleep, and it is Li Yu who is reviewing the recitals in the imperial study.

Her face is still so beautiful, but because she has lived in the deep palace for a long time and rarely sees the light of day, she looks a little too pale, and she is a little thin.

She looked intently at the chapters and the political affairs books of the counties, read for a long time, felt a little thirsty, reached out to serve the tea, but knocked over the bowl, only to find that the bowl was not tea, but the white fungus soup sent in by the palace maid before.

The white fungus soup is a little thick, and it falls on the movement, but it is easier to clean up.

On the city wall, the soup in the copper pot also overflowed, and when it touched the hot pot wall, it made a sizzling sound, and was quickly steamed dry, leaving gray stains, and some of it trickled down the table leg and fell on an iron arrow.

Ning Que ignored it and continued to eat delicious mutton, fatty beef, and drink mellow spirits.

He eats slowly, because he has to sit on the city wall anyway, so it's always good to find something to do. It's just a meal, no matter how slow he eats, there is also a time to finish eating, when he put down his chopsticks, several Tang soldiers came forward to clean up the table, leaving the pot of wine and a plate of side dishes to accompany the wine.

He took out the handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his mouth, then wiped the table, and finally picked up the iron arrow, wiped the hot pot soup off it, and rested it on the bowstring to ensure that it could be shot at any time.

He looked back to the south, in the direction of Cannes, where the drunkard had not become brighter, and he had never seen him again tonight, but he had to keep watching.

Up to this time, he didn't know what was going on in Linkang City, but he knew that Liu Yiqing should have died, because the senior brother couldn't make a move, because Liu Yiqing wanted to die.

Ning Que sprinkled wine on the ground as a sacrifice.

Liu Yiqing died, but the drunkard did not die, which is a pity.

But it doesn't matter, he can't kill him tonight, he can always kill him.

The wine wet the ground, and the bricks of the walls turned black, so that the moonlight was lined with whiter like frost, and he noticed that the moon was not very round to-night, but it was bright.

The moon shines on the world.

To take care is to watch, to take care of.

Ning Que poured a full glass of wine, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and said, "Teacher, please continue to look at us, we will continue to look at this world instead of you." ”

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Far south, there was chaos in Linkang City, and there were fires everywhere, except in front of a certain gate of the imperial city, which had become ruins, there was no sound, and the silence was palpitating.

The drunkard said, "The question is, how long can Ning Que watch it?"

The elder brother was silent, and no one could keep watching.

The drunkard looked at him expressionless and asked, "And who can let him see me but you?"

Hearing this, Senior Brother's expression changed slightly, and he pleaded, "Please don't." ”

The green shirt is not wet, and the wine jug is not opened.

Where the wind blows, the figure of the drunkard disappears.