Ning Que didn't answer this sentence because he didn't know how to answer it, but Xian Zhilang mentioned Chao Xiaoshu and Li Yu, and when he asked him to ask the following question, there were a lot less psychological barriers.

"It's impossible for Your Majesty not to know that you once led a horse for Empress Renxiao, and I don't believe in those rumors in the court, so I want to know why Your Majesty wants you to go to the Rotten Ke Temple. ”

Xian Zhilang's expression was slightly condensed, and he looked at him and said, "Of course, all countries gather in Ranke, of course, not just for the Yu Lan Festival...... It is still necessary to discuss the war with the desolate people next year. ”

Ning Que frowned slightly, thinking about the continuous battles in the wasteland in the past two years, and said puzzledly: "The Left Tent Royal Court was plowed by the desolate people, and it was weakened by the temple alliance and Xiahou took the opportunity, and now there is no strength to snatch back those grasslands from the desolate people...... I can't think of any reason for these countries like the Tang Dynasty and the Southern Jin Dynasty to take action for the Zuo Tent Royal Court, wouldn't it be good to let the wastelands live peacefully in the wasteland?"

If it weren't for the long stories between the Xiling Temple and the Demon Sect, there was actually no problem with his words, as the so-called dead friends don't die and poor people, no matter how miserable the life of the Zuo Tent Royal Court is, as long as the desolate people don't continue to go south and affect the Central Plains countries, who will be willing to face that powerful enemy?

"For the Xiling Temple, they don't want to see the desolate tribe have a rich pasture and thrive, because that is very likely to mean the resurrection of the Demon Sect, and for the Central Plains countries, what we are afraid of is also the reproduction of the desolate people, without the Tianshi control zhì in the extreme northern cold region, the desolate people will have a large number of children, and their children will also have children, so they will need more and more grassland, they will drive the herdsmen of the Left Horde Royal Court to the south, and then there may even be a war with the Golden Horde Royal Court, so in the end? Just like a thousand years ago, the desolate people who have become strong again still have to fight with our Tang Empire. ”

Xian Zhilang looked at him and smiled and said, "Since sooner or later there will be a war, why not make them weaker as much as possible while they are still weak?"

Emotionally speaking, Ning Que had no reason to be hostile to the Desolate Man, because his only niece was the Desolate Man, and it was impossible for him to be as vigilant as the Demon Sect when he had already entered the Demon.

"It could be decades or even centuries away," he said. ”

Sin Zhilang said: "Even thousands of years of time start from this moment. ”

Ning Que admitted that this sentence was very convincing, but he still did not intend to change his opinion. He had been to the wasteland before, and knew that the seemingly barren and actually quite rich wilderness was enough to feed many people, and Xian Zhilang mentioned a thousand years ago, the bloody war between the Tang Dynasty and the desolate people, in fact, that war was not because the two sides needed to fight for living space, but the mainland needed to re-establish a hegemon, so in his opinion, unless something changed, then the desolate people had no reason to continue to go south.

As soon as the word mutation appeared in his mind, he suddenly thought of the dreams he had and the two conversations he had with his master, and suddenly felt a little cold in his body.

Sin Chik-long noticed his strangeness.

There was silence in the cabin, except for the faint sound of the lake lapping against the side of the boat.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "Do you believe in the invasion of the underworld?"

Xian Zhilang's expression was slightly grim, and he immediately laughed at himself and said, "Naturally, I don't believe it." ”

Ning Que looked into his eyes and said, "In the past two years, Chang'an City has become colder than before. ”

"When I was a kid, the winters I fed to my horses were colder. ”

Ning Que said: "You know I don't mean that. ”

"I've been in the west all these years. ”

Ning Que said: "Why did the desolate people move south?"

Xian Zhilang was silent, and suddenly laughed after a long time, and said: "Legends may always be just legends, even if they become true, they should be things that need to be distressed in these legendary places on the second floor of your academy, we as emperors and ** people' relatively don't need to think too much, if there is really a day when the underworld invades, as long as His Majesty gives an order, the iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty will naturally react as it should." ”

This is the standard answer of the Tang Dynasty soldiers, Ning Que is not surprised, but he is one of the few people in the world, and he heard the master himself say that the night comes from the north, so he must think more.

Especially when I think of the fact that this conference of the Rotten Ke Temple involves the use of troops against the wasteland, then the wasteland in the north will inevitably be a river of blood in the next few years, more and more like the dream he once had, and the chill that lingers around his body and cannot be dissipated will become more and more intense.

Xian Zhilang obviously wanted to have a long talk with him, but Ning Que was in a bit of a problem now, and because of his inexplicable vigilance, he directly refused and walked out of the cabin.

Xian Zhilang walked to the window, watched Ning Que get off the warship, and watched him walk along the shore of the lake towards another warship, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes showed very complicated feelings.

The red-sleeved singing and dancing tour traveled with the official mission of the Tang Dynasty, and naturally there were many conveniences, especially as Ning Que showed his attitude, the treatment of the girls was even better, and a warship was arranged separately.

Where there are girls, there is bustle, but today the ship is very quiet, the beautiful girls sit honestly in the chairs, seemingly looking at the nose and nose, but in fact it is difficult to suppress the curiosity in their hearts, and they keep looking at the two little girls who are talking.

Xiaocao took Sangsang's hand, his mouth was extremely upturned, and it was extremely high, as high as a duckling looking for small fish in the reeds of Daze, and said aggrievedly: "The first time I went out of Chang'an City, you didn't say that you were with me, should you be a friend?"

Sangsang only has three friends in Chang'an City, Tang Dynasty princess Li Yu, Demon Sect girl Tang Xiaotang, and one is Xiaocao, speaking of which her three friends have very different statuses, but she has never considered these things, and treats everyone sincerely, at this time Xiaocao complained, she also felt sorry, and helplessly explained: "The young master likes to be quiet, I don't have any way." ”

"You're all already engaged, where else are there any young masters?"

Xiaocao looked at her and said angrily: "You have to understand your current identity, the old young master and young master are calling, beware that guy is really calling you as a maid." ”

Sang Sang thought to himself, although he was engaged, but it was no different from the previous days, in the past few years, he was also familiar with calling the young master, and it was really unaccustomed to changing the name back.

The girls in the cabin finally confirmed the conjecture in their hearts at this time, confirmed the identity of Sang Sang, and guessed who the guy Xiaocao was talking about.

As the so-called front wave after wave, there are beautiful women in the generation, the girls with red sleeves have a lot of income, and it is easy to get rid of nationality, so the speed of replacement is very fast, Lu Xue's people have already married people, and the girls who are engaged in business, the girls who went to the Rotten Ke Temple this time are very young.

They had heard of the legendary stories of the Red Sleeves, but they had not seen them with their own eyes, and it was not until they saw Xiaocao and the little girl so affectionate at this time that they were shocked to confirm that those rumors were true.

Sang Sang is no longer the inconspicuous little maid in the old pen Zhai back then, even if the people in Chang'an City don't know that she is the heir of the Bright Divine Throne, they also know that she has the closest relationship with Her Royal Highness the Princess, and they also know that she is the orphan daughter of Wenyuan Pavilion scholar Zeng Jing, of course, the identity that makes Sang Sang the most famous in the world is her relationship with Ning Que.

Ning Que and Sang Sang are engaged to each other, there is no doubt that it is the most sensational thing in Chang'an City in the past six months, one is a student on the second floor of the academy, a disciple of the master, or a great scholar who is loved by His Majesty, and the other is the daughter of Zeng Jing, a friend of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the identity of the successor of the divine throne.

His Majesty the Emperor gave countless gold, silver, jewelry, and countless ministers to be present in person, and for some people who didn't know the inside story, the most shocking picture of the day occurred at the moment when the Xiling Temple specially sent a high-ranking priest to congratulate him, and presented countless makeup boxes like his mother's family.

The senior brothers and sisters in the mountains behind the academy naturally also have gifts, but in Ning Que's opinion, those extremely poor and sour things are not to mention, but he didn't expect that the master's handwriting turned out to be the most shabby, and he didn't even bother to write a word like a beautiful woman and a beautiful woman, so he only gave a box of sweet and crispy snacks!

"Which guy?"

Ning Que walked into the cabin and looked at Xiaocao and said, "Aunt Jian treats you well, and actually asked you to be the foreman, but don't rely on her support to climb on my head." ”

Xiaocao snorted, ignoring him, just holding Sangsang's hand tightly.

The girls in the cabin guessed his identity, and hurriedly stood up, saluted, and for a while the flowers were slightly raised, and the dark fragrance floated, thinking about the identity and status of this young man, especially the reputation of the great calligrapher, the autumn water in the eyes of the beauty was gradually chaotic, and the feelings were getting hotter, and they were quite eager to try.

Xiaocao looked at the somewhat chaotic scene, frowned slightly, and said: "Don't think too much, go back and ask the sisters in the building, who can really get close to Ning Que?

This iron law has long become a joke in the red sleeve trick and even in the Qinglou industry in Chang'an, how can the girls not know the truth, but thinking that they have been out of Chang'an at this time, they have to spend many days in the same boat with Ning Que, and they are willing to miss such an opportunity, so their eyes are still hot.

Xiaocao looked at Ning Que and said helplessly: "You are all a person with a wife, can you be low-key" So please don't keep holding my wife's hand. ”

Ning Que stepped forward with a smile, snatched Sang Sang's hand, and led her out of the cabin.

The sound of the lake waves gradually came out, the oil lamp in the cabin dimmed slightly, the ink in the inkstone on the table shook gently, and the warship left the dock and slowly sailed towards the vast Daze.

Ning Que looked at the thin letter on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sang Sang looked at the letter in his hand and said seriously: "This is ours. ”

That letter was left in the Yangguancheng Inn a few days ago, before Cui Xiang left.

The letter was thin, with only two sheets of paper inside.

On one piece of paper was a few simple sentences, and on the other was a silver ticket worth 500,000 taels.

(I know that there will be a double tomorrow, from the early hours of the morning, please vote for me when the time comes, just like voting for the silver ticket for Sangsang, however, there will really be no outbreak tomorrow, and there will be no outbreak during the double period, and it may even be broken, I sit now from morning to night, before I can write a chapter, it is really uncomfortable, I will do my best to write, thank you.) ）