He carried Sangsang on his back and ran between the hunting villages, fighting with the beasts and hunters. He smelled the stench of the massacre in the Yan territory and saw Xiao Zhuozi leave with the cultivator. He took Sangsang to the City of Wei, where he joined the army and became a soldier.
He saw the beautiful and peaceful Shubi Lake. He and his comrades shouted and rushed forward. He saw the fierce Horse Gang running around like rabbits. The gold and silver they robbed became the trophies of the border army and were pushed back to the City of Wei.
In the winter of that year, he went to the pigsty very early to listen to the desperate howls of the pigs. He saw the blood gushing out of the pigs' necks and excitedly blew the bamboo tube under the pig's skin under the guidance of his senior. He was busy all night.
Looking at the big white pig being put into the boiling pot to be shaved, Ning Que squatted on the ground and looked up at Sangsang beside him. He asked, "Does it look like how we killed grandpa?"
Sangsang said, "We killed the pig first and then scalded it. When we killed grandpa, we scalded him first and then killed him."
Ning Que thought about it and felt that this was indeed a big difference.
Before killing the old hunter and leaving the hunting house, he released the two lambs at Sangsang's request.
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Ning Que stood on the mountain path, in the night fog, standing in his own past years.
On the long mountain path, every stone step represented a day that he had lived. Since he had climbed the mountain, it was as if he had experienced the first half of his life again. This was not an imaginary dream, but a very real reenactment. His life had always been filled with too much blood, rotting corpses, and death. What kind of feeling would it be to have all the joys and sorrows of the first seventeen years gathered in one night?
That kind of heavy mental impact was disorienting, and he often forgot that he was climbing a mountain. His expression became more and more painful, and his eyes stared at the distance in front of him. His steps on the stone steps became slower and slower.
He stopped and his pupils gradually returned to normal. He looked into the night fog and said, "I'll kill for you to see."
After saying this, he continued to walk up the next stone step. His right hand slowly reached into the air, into the white fog that was as fine as gauze, and grabbed a slender hilt out of thin air. Then, he pulled out the familiar long saber from nothingness and slashed at the nothingness in front of him.
Before the blade, countless horse bandits were beheaded. Shubi Lake was once again dyed red. Countless barbarian spies were beheaded and fell off their horses. The autumn grass was stained with red frosting. Familiar or strange faces were chopped into two bloody halves and then disappeared.
In the night fog, he killed all the way on the mountain road, from Min Mountain to the grassland, and then back to Chang 'an. He killed the fat censor, the Sword Master in the lakeside house, and the old deputy general in the blacksmith shop.
Everything that stood in his way was cut down by his saber, regardless of whether it was the enemies who had brought him painful memories, or the comrades who had once fought side by side with him in life and death but wanted to escape in the face of danger, or the warhorse that had brought him eight hundred miles into the grasslands and saved his life.
Spring Breeze Pavilion was r. he killed silently..
Lin 47th Street was raining. He saw the black-faced boy sitting in front of the gray wall.
Ning Que finally felt a little tired. He slowly put down the long knife in his hand and looked at the night fog at the end of the mountain path. He murmured, "It's not easy to live. It's painful enough to live for a lifetime. Why do I have to live again?"
He looked down at Sangsang beside him and frowned. He said painfully, "I know these are all illusions. Illusions can't scare me. But I can't prove that they are illusions. So I really feel very painful, just like we used to."
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Prince Long Qing calmly walked on the mountain path with his sleeves fluttering. He looked a little tired.
From the moment he walked into the fog and stepped on the first stone step of the mountain path, he knew that everything he saw, heard and felt was an illusion. He thought that he could see through all these with his clear Taoist Heart and then climb the mountain easily.
However, when he started walking, he realized that he had underestimated the difficulty of the Second floor of the Academy. No matter how bright his Taoist Heart was under the refinement of West-Hill Taoism, if one could not really see through it, then these illusions really existed.
Prince Long Qing returned to his childhood. At that time, he was favored and could run freely in the imperial palace. The little prince always thought that his father was the most powerful man in the world and his mother was the most powerful woman in the world. However, one year, he accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation that directly tore apart all his beautiful image.
That year, there was a sudden drought in the north of the mainland. From the Wilderness to the north of Yan Kingdom and then to the north of the Tang Empire, countless starving people became homeless and chased after green leaves for food. On that day, the ambassador of the Tang Empire who was stationed in the Yan Kingdom was summoned to the palace and had a talk with his father.
"Prince of Yan, I hope that the Yan Kingdom can show its ability! I don't expect your weak army to guard the border and prevent your starving people from running into the Tang Empire. I also don't expect you to be able to solve the problem of your people's hunger. But at least when the great Tang Empire starts the disaster relief, you should at least have a rough estimate of the number of starving people! "
The Tang Empire ambassador's beard was very long and it fluttered in the wind. It encouraged his anger or arrogance. "The food aid from the Tang Empire will arrive in Capital Cheng in about ten days. But if you don't want all the people in the north of Yan Kingdom to die, you'd better think of some ways! Don't expect the Tang Empire to solve all the problems! His Majesty cares about the world and sees all the people as the people of the Tang Empire. But the Yan Kingdom is after all not a part of the Tang Empire. We have no reason to give all the food that our people urgently need to the Yan Kingdom! "
After saying this, the envoy of the Tang Empire flicked his sleeves and left. Young Prince Long Qing stared at his back in astonishment, only to realize that his father was not the most powerful man in the world. A random envoy of the Tang Empire dared to scold his father so rudely.
He rushed out and asked in a childish voice, "Father, why didn't you send soldiers to kill that rebellious ambassador?"
Hearing this, the Yan Emperor, who had always loved him, suddenly changed his expression. It was the first and only time in his life that he had given him a slap.
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Prince Long Qing stood on the mountain road and thought of the four words on the stone outside the wooden door outside the fog. He sneered and said, "A gentleman doesn't fight? How can a gentleman not fight? Those who don't fight are all dead. How can he be a gentleman? "
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The mountain road was long, like a long life.
If Prince Long Qing's life was stripped of the golden coat of talent, it would be extremely boring and boring. It was unknown whether it was because of the slap bestowed upon him by Emperor Yan that day, or because he had been influenced by what he had seen and heard, but the little prince was no longer as mischievous and cute as he was in the past. Instead, he became quiet and hardworking, and he gradually learned that no matter what he saw, he would be able to remain calm and unaffected.
His mother's two-eyed cat had died after stealing a piece of pastry from the plate. Because of this, an entire palace of palace maids were beaten to death. He sat quietly in his mother's arms, listening to the sounds of the beating and the wails of pain coming from the courtyard. He reached out to grab a melon seed from the plate and carefully peeled it. He blew off the skin and sent it into his mouth, as if he didn't know that the pastry should have been his.
Later on, more and more people died in the Imperial Palace. His older brother, the Crown Prince, had to change many batches of nannies and palace maids. He also didn't know how many of the lazy cats in the Imperial Palace died. His servant girl was killed, and other people's servant girl was killed by his mother. None of these things could cause his emotions to fluctuate, as if they had nothing to do with him.
One day, Prince Long Qing began to show his talent in cultivation and was regarded as a treasure by the West-Hill Divine Palace's priest stationed in Capital Cheng. He decided to bring him back to the Revelation Institute of West-Hill to study. On his way back, he went to Yuelun Kingdom and South Jin Kingdom and saw many things.
The lilies in Yuelun Palace were boiled to death. The gardener responsible for looking after the flowers was thrown into a boiling pot by the furious Aunt Quni Madi. A follower of the Sword Sage of South Jin Kingdom, Liu Bai, was expelled from the sect. He was disemboweled on the street and his intestines flowed out.
Prince Long Qing looked at these things calmly. In his eyes, this was not indifference or cold-bloodedness. He just wanted to keep his Taoist Heart clear enough, which was a necessary quality for the path to heaven.
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In the night fog, Prince Long Qing looked at the approaching peak of the mountain. A sarcastic smile appeared on his face. He said proudly, "Except for Haotian, there is nothing in the world that can make me fear and respect. Nothing can make me feel pity. Since that is so, how can this mountain road stop me?"
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Prince Long Qing walked slowly on the mountain path, slowly repeating his life. He went to the Revelation Institute. Because the Divine Priest who loved him had lost power in the internal strife of the Divine Hall, he became the target of oppression and was discriminated against in the first half of the year.
However, he was able to be absolutely calm now that he had experienced the scenes that made him unable to suppress his anger. He remained calm when he was ridiculed and ridiculed. It was only during the competition of the Revelation Institute that he used death and failure to calmly return the humiliation to the other party.
He entered the Judicial Department and began to hunt down the heretics.
The thorny whip lashed on the young girl's smooth and delicate back, tearing open gashes that were too horrible to look at. He stood outside the prison and watched calmly, not making a sound.
A student of the Revelation Institute was convicted of apostasy because he had spoken disrespectfully to the hierarch in private. He was sentenced to eternal confinement in the dark water dungeon. He personally pushed the student who had been close to him into the water. Then, he listened to the endless screams of apology and curses. He calmly walked out of the prison into the sunlight, his face expressionless.
An old remnant of the Devil's Doctrine was finally captured by the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall after living in seclusion in the mountain village for 60 years. Prince Long Qing personally tied him to a wooden platform. He carefully avoided the wounds on the old man's body caused by torture and then lit the firewood under the wooden platform.
On the other side of the fire, a subordinate of the Judicial Department snatched a baby from the arms of a young mother and then stabbed the young man to death with a Taoist stick. Finally, the baby fell to the ground and became a puddle of meat. He quietly watched this scene without any change in his expression.
The cultivation of Taoism was a way outside the world. He stood outside the world and looked at the things in the world. How could the things in the world disturb his heart? He worshiped Haotian and punished the sins of the world. He firmly believed that the people he killed deserved it. How could he have mercy?
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It was late at night. Many people who watched the opening ceremony of the Second floor in the front yard of the Academy had left. Although bigwigs such as the Prince of Tang, Princess Li Yu, and Priest Moli were still silently waiting for the final result, there were only two people left on the mountain road. They had nothing to do with many countries. Why should those envoys wait bitterly?
Of course, the students of the Academy did not leave. They silently looked at the mountain with a very complicated expression.
Zhong Dajun looked at Xie Chengyun, who was supported by Jin Wucai, and saw the lost expression on his face. He sighed and said, "Chengyun, let's go back. There's nothing to see. Could Ning Que really defeat Prince Long Qing?"
Jin Wucai worriedly looked at Xie Chengyun. She knew that although this man looked gentle, he was arrogant and conceited in his bones. Today, he gave up halfway and became insignificant compared with Prince Long Qing. She was afraid that he had suffered a great mental blow. What she was more worried about was whether this man would be dispirited after finding that Ning Que was much stronger than him.
Xie Chengyun shook his head and looked at the Back Mountain of the Academy which could not be seen clearly in the night. He said, "I want to see the result."
Suddenly, someone made a suppressed exclamation.
No one knew when the floating clouds in the night sky had dispersed, and the clouds and mist on the mountainside had also dispersed at that moment. For a moment, the starlight shone on the winding and steep mountain road, and even those stone steps were clearly illuminated.
After an extremely short period of time, the clouds and mist in the mountain gathered once again, covering the mountain path tightly once more. It was no longer possible to see what was inside.
But this moment was enough for many people to see the two figures on the long mountain road stone steps. One of them had reached the very top of the mountain road and was about to reach the top. Judging from the figure, it should be Prince Long Qing. The figure behind him should be Ning Que, but he was still climbing hard in the middle of the mountain road and was very far away from the top.
Out of a very strange mentality, many students of the Academy let out a relieved sigh. Someone murmured, "Fortunately, Ning Que is still not as good as Prince Long Qing."
Chang Zhengming coldly glanced at that person and said, "Now I begin to doubt whether it is a mistake to study with you people instead of continuing to serve in the Yulin Royal Guards. Yes, we used to think that Ning Que was useless and had problems with his character. But this doesn't mean that we should hope for his failure in order to lessen our humiliation. "
He said with an iron face, "Don't forget that Ning Que is a Tang and a member of the Academy. Prince Long Qing is a Yan and a member of the West-Hill. I feel very ashamed now, but you don't know shame, which makes me feel ashamed."
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The scene of the starlight illuminating the mountain road naturally did not escape the eyes of Priest Moli and the Academy instructors.
Since Ning Que began to climb the mountain, those who knew that he could not cultivate had not stopped talking and ridiculing him. When he surpassed one young cultivator after another on the mountain road, these discussions and ridicule became much smaller. When he finally succeeded in entering the mountain fog and became the only one who was still competing with Prince Long Qing on the mountain road, there was a long period of silence.
"From climbing the mountain during the day to the night, looking at the boy's speed, I'm afraid that he won't be able to reach the top in another half a month. Now that the prince is about to reach the top, why not directly announce that he has entered the Second floor? Do you want us to continue to accompany him? "
For some unknown reason, Priest Moli, who was proud and calm because of his confidence, suddenly felt a little restless and irritated. He impatiently patted the back of the chair, stood up and said in a low voice.
Lee Yu did not even bother to look at him and said sarcastically, "If you can't wait, you can let Prince Long Qing directly fly to the top. As long as he reaches the top first, there is no need to care about Ning Que. But if Prince Long Qing doesn't reach the top, then no matter whether Ning Que climbs or jumps, no matter how long he needs to climb, I think you'd better not say too many meaningless opinions. "
Priest Moli was furious, but he had no way to vent his anger, so he sat back in the chair heavily.
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On the meadow under the starlight, Sangsang was squatting by the road with the big black umbrella in her hand, spinning the handle of the umbrella in boredom.
At this moment, the young monk called Wu Dao walked out of the Academy.
His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Sangsang squatting on the side of the road. His body suddenly turned into a stone statue, unable to take another step. He just stared at her quietly until his eyes became infatuated and confused.
After a long time.
He looked at Sangsang's slightly dark face and some fine yellow hair floating on her forehead. He put his palms together and praised her with the most gentle tone and the most sincere attitude, "Miss, you are really beautiful."
Sangsang stood up with the big black umbrella and looked around in confusion. After a long time, she was sure that the monk was praising her. She could not help raising her eyebrows and squinting her willowy eyes. She stared at him and said seriously, "Don't scold me."
Wu Dao smiled and put his palms together. He said, "I have a discerning eye and can recognize jade in stone. Miss, you misunderstood me."
Sangsang heard the words "jade in stone" and was slightly shy. Then she seriously reminded him, "Even if I am beautiful in your eyes, don't praise me like this in the future. Because this sentence is now used to scold people in Chang 'an City."
"Why?" Wu Dao asked in surprise.
Sangsang did not like his scorching eyes. She turned around to look at the Academy and ignored him.
Wu Dao turned to her and asked gently, "Miss, who are you waiting for?"
"My young master."
Wu Dao said seriously, "Miss, no one in the world is qualified to make a girl like you wait, except for me."
Sangsang looked at him and said, "You have already gone down the mountain, but my young master is still on the mountain. So you are not as good as him."
"I just don't want to enter the fog." Wu Dao explained seriously. Suddenly he thought of something and asked confusedly, "The young master you are waiting for is the Academy student named Zhong Dajun?"
Sangsang looked at him and said after a moment of silence, "Yes."
Wu Dao said seriously, "Very good. When I was on the mountain, I said I would kill him. Now it seems that I have one more reason to kill him."
Sangsang turned around and ignored him.
"Miss, looking at your beautiful face as dark as the night, I suddenly thought of a love poem."
Wu Dao stared at her profile and slowly recited, "The girl in my heart, if you are willing to cultivate Buddhism, I am willing to become a young man again and go to the mountain hanging in the sky to shave again, so that there will be more Commandment Scars on my head. The girl in my heart, if you are willing to cultivate Taoism, I am willing to become a young man again and go to the shabby temple behind the Peach Mountain to wash the shoes of the proud man who carries a wooden sword on his back."
Sangsang did not hear what he said at all. She looked at the back mountain of the Academy in the dark seriously. At this moment, she seemed to feel the sorrow that Ning Que was going through. She frowned slightly and looked very painful.
"Miss, I can't wait with you anymore. I can't watch you wait in pain. I have decided to take you away. I will take you to the end of the world, to the corner of the sea. I will accompany you to the rise and fall of the tide. Is that okay?"
After saying this, his expression became serious. He did not wait for Sangsang's response. He opened his palm and reached out to her neck. His fingertips whistled with the wind. Although it did not hurt people's hearts, it could make people faint.
Suddenly, the monk sleeve on his outstretched arm burned fiercely and instantly burned into pieces of gray and black butterflies. Then they were blown away by the wind, leaving only a white and smooth arm!
Wu Dao screamed and turned into a residual shadow. He retreated more than a hundred feet and stared at the meadow with fear in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is it?"
A sudden sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the Academy at night. The black horse carriage was very strange. There were all kinds of complicated patterns carved on the carriage. The horse pulled the carriage up the slope easily. There was no smoke or dust under its hooves, as if it was hanging in the air.
Yan Se, the Divine Talisman Master of the Tang Dynasty, with an indifferent expression, withdrew his hand that was previously stretched out of the window. However, the charm of the talisman drawn by his fingers in the air was still lingering. The green grass on the roadside became yellow and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Lewd monk Wu Dao, if you dare to stay in the territory of the Tang Empire, don't blame me for cutting you into pieces with Jing Fu."
Wu Dao guessed the identity of the person in the carriage. His expression instantly became serious. He put one palm in front of him and tried to defend himself, "I'm Wu Dao, the Love Monk, but not a lewd monk. Master Yan, are you going to use your seniority to pressure me?"
"Since you come from the depths of the Wilderness, how many cultivators in the world can use seniority to pressure you?"
Divine Talisman Master Yan Se slowly got off the carriage. He looked at the young monk indifferently and said, "But I guess you're just a useless thing. The temple didn't even tell you the rules. Remember, this is the Tang Empire. This is Chang 'an. If you dare to make trouble at the gate of the Academy, even if I kill you, the people in the temple won't dare to fart."
After saying this, he looked at Sangsang who was tightly holding the big black umbrella. He frowned and said, "Are you Ning Que's handmaiden?"
Sangsang nodded.
Yan Se said, "Why are you waiting outside? Come in with me. "
Sangsang replied, "I heard that they're not allowed."
Yan Se already knew that Ning Que was still on the mountain road. He was extremely upset and nervous. He shouted in a low voice, "Come in with me! I'd like to see who will stop me in this shabby Academy when the Headmaster of Academy and the eldest brother are not at home! "
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Prince Long Qing walked out of the mountain fog.
He looked up and saw a gentle forest around him. There was a rock abruptly appearing between heaven and earth in front of the mountain road.
Reaching the top of that rock should be considered a success.
He was about to continue when he suddenly felt something. He tidied up his clothes and turned around. He respectfully bowed to a big tree in the distance.
Under the starlight, the top of the mountain was as bright as day. Clouds and mist kept flowing below like water.
There was a man sitting under a large tree. Because he was too far away, he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only feel that he wasn't too old, but he was wearing an ancient robe and a tall ancient crown on his head. He looked very dignified.
Prince Long Qing did not know who that person was. But when he left the West-Hill Divine Palace, the Hierarch had reminded him that the students in the back of the mountain of the Academy were not ordinary cultivators and should be treated with caution. The person under the tree was naturally distinguished since he could wait for climbers at the top of the mountain.
The person under the tree said calmly, "I'm the second."
Hearing this, Prince Long Qing's expression did not change, but his heart was in turmoil. He thought of some legends that the woman had told him. He thought of the extremely proud and extremely powerful Second Brother in the legends. He respectfully bowed again, but this time it was a little lower than before.
"You're very good." Second Brother under the tree said indifferently, "You're definitely qualified to enter the back of the mountain of the Academy."
Even as proud as Prince Long Qing was, he could not help but feel happy when he thought that the person who commented on him was Second Brother of the Academy.
"As long as you can climb up that big rock, you'll be successful. But there's still one of your peers in the fog. You can climb by yourself first or wait for him. It seems unfair to let you wait for him. But I can tell you that this big rock is very difficult to climb. It's more difficult than the mountain path you've walked. So you'd better take a rest first. "
Hearing that there was another peer in the fog, Prince Long Qing slightly frowned. In his calculation, there should be no one who could persist to the top of the mountain today except for the monk. Those mediocre people could not even step on the fog path. Since it was inconvenient for the monk to enter the fog because of his identity, then who could actually keep up with his pace?
Second Brother under the tree said indifferently, "The choice is in your hands. You can climb first."
After a moment of silence, Prince Long Qing respectfully bowed again and then sat down cross-legged to show his attitude.
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On the mountain path in the fog, Ning Que looked at Zhuo Er who was sitting under the gray wall with his chest rising and falling slightly. He looked at his pale face and the aura of death in his eyes. After a long silence, Ning Que said, "I can chop you, but why should I? We're brothers in this world. You're already dead. Why should you stand in my way? I'll go up and settle the rest of your things. "
Zhuo Er leaned against the gray wall and looked at Ning Que with a bleak smile. His chest rose and fell more violently and he made a sound between his lips.
"Fake, these are all fake. What do I need to prove that these are fake?"
Ning Que lowered his head and stood on the mountain path. He stood in the night fog and in the spring rain on Lin 47th Street.
Suddenly, he raised his head and asked, "Where's Sangsang?"
Sangsang stood beside him and looked up at him with her dark face. She asked, "Young master, what's the matter?"
Ning Que looked ahead and said, "Sangsang, take out all the silver in the house. We'll find a good grave for Darkie and make him a nanmu coffin. He'll die in peace."
Sangsang said, "Okay … but young master, Master Darkie is already dead. There's no way he can die in peace."
Ning Que said, "Anyway, he's alive again. Why not die again?"
After saying this, he walked to the gray wall, raised his sword, and swung it down. He cut off Zall's head, cut off the rain-soaked gray wall, and cut off all the illusions, revealing the steep mountain path leading to the top of the mountain.
Then he looked around and found that Sangsang was no longer there.
"I've said that these are all illusions. They can't scare me."
Ning Que looked at the real mountain path in front of him and said to the end of the night fog, as if to explain to them, "In my imagination, the Sangsang in my memory is a perfect little handmaiden. But the real Sangsang is definitely not like that. You can stimulate my own brain to create an environment of illusion, but you don't know that what is stored in my brain is not all real."
A puzzled voice came from the fog. "Although I don't know what you were thinking just now, how can you tell that it's not Sangsang?"
"Because the real Sangsang is kind, but she would never spend all the silver in the house for a dead man. Zhuo Er can't, she can't, and even I can't."
Ning Que smiled and lifted his sleeve to wipe the blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth. Then he walked up the mountain.
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The mountain top was shrouded in silver light. There were trees here and there, all of which were cold-resistant coniferous trees. They were not Chen Pipi's favorite jujube trees.
Prince Long Qing sat on the grass to regulate his breath and cultivate his Psyche, his eyes tightly closed.
A very small voice came from behind the green tree in the distance. "Senior Brother, thank you."
Second Brother sat cross-legged in front of the green tree. His eyes were tranquil and his expression was solemn. He said indifferently, "This kind of harmless back door can be opened occasionally. Besides, Longqing is one step ahead of Ning Que. It's fair to let him wait for a while."
As the famous saying of the Academy, rules depend on who has the strongest fist. Since it was the examination of the Second floor of the Academy, the so-called fairness was actually just someone's own opinion.
Prince Long Qing went up the mountain earlier than Ning Que, but he waited for a much longer time at the top of the mountain.
The stars in the night sky gradually moved. Time passed by.
After a long time, the thick fog under the mountain path flowed.
Prince Long Qing opened his eyes and looked down.
As the night fog dispersed, Ning Que, in ragged clothes, slowly walked out along the mountain path. His face was blue and purple, like a beggar who had been chased down the mountain by a fierce dog many times. He looked extremely embarrassed.
Prince Long Qing looked at his face and remembered who he was. He slowly stood up and slightly clenched his right hand in his sleeve.
Ning Que took out the pastry wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms. He stuffed it into his mouth to replenish his strength while walking to the top of the mountain. He did not forget to greet the person under the green tree. "Sorry, I'm late, I'm late."
Then he saw Prince Long Qing and said with surprise, "Great, you're still here."
Ning Que handed the pastry to him and asked, "Do you want one?"
Prince Long Qing looked at the strangely crushed pastry in the handkerchief and did not know what to say.
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