A dozen tired horses and dusty carriages could not affect the situation in the Wilderness, and the negotiation between the Barbarian Royal Court and the Central Plains Coalition Army had nothing to do with them. They had been robbed by the Horse Gang, but they still insisted on coming here. The Black Ink Garden disciples themselves knew that they wanted to seek justice, but in others' eyes, they were forced to come here to wait for the Divine Hall's decision. The future was bleak, so no one would be willing to come here, even if it was said that the Calligraphy Addict was in that carriage.
The grassland by the mountain was boundless. Although tens of thousands of people gathered here in the middle of winter and tents were in full bloom, there was still enough space to accommodate people. To show their sincerity, the Royal Court agreed to let the Central Plains Coalition Army choose a place to camp and deploy people. The person in charge of this matter was a manager of the West-Hill Divine Palace. After he indifferently greeted Zhuo Zhihua, he directly led the Black Ink Garden disciples to a place.
The two tents were not far from the Coalition Army's central tent, just behind it. However, it seemed a little remote and the terrain was slightly higher. The Black Ink Garden disciples walked into the tents and looked at the pre-prepared equipment. They found that it was not bad, and they knew that the Coalition Army gave them some face because of the Hill Master.
However, from the time they were picked up by the Royal Court's cavalry to this moment, except for the manager of the Divine Hall, no one from the top of the Coalition Army or the bigwigs of the Divine Hall showed up. In addition, they saw the indifferent eyes of the people from the Central Plains countries along the way. The Black Ink Garden disciples knew that they were deliberately excluded and forgotten, so they inevitably felt a little depressed.
Cat Girl was too young, so naturally, she didn't think too much. She looked at the thick woolen mattress inside the tent and thought that she could finally have a good sleep tonight. She didn't have to squeeze with the Mountain Master in the narrow carriage, so she seemed a little happy.
Ning Que had experienced being excluded and deliberately forgotten in the Academy last year, so he was very used to it and did not care much. He just felt that the location of the camp seemed a little inappropriate.
He walked out of the tent and looked into the distance.
The Big Black Horse, carrying a heavy luggage, walked to him and gently nudged him with its head. It made an unpleasant sound like bellows, and seemed to be extremely tired.
Ning Que stroked the mane on its neck and scolded it with a smile, "Don't always complain in front of me. It's just a small thing. You don't have to work so hard. We're leaving soon, so don't be in a hurry to unload your luggage. If you're hungry, you can find some grass to eat."
The Big Black Horse opened its eyes wide and looked at the faintly discernible grass in the winter wind. It thought painfully that the grass was even less than the hair on the barbarians' heads. How could it be full?
The Big Black Horse had a violent temperament, but if it was tamed, it would undoubtedly be a rare steed in the world. If others found out about its real strength, they would definitely treat it like a treasure. No one would treat it like a dog raised casually by their family like Ning Que, who would kick it out of the house to pick up the leftover bones of their neighbors when there was no food at home.
However, it only obeyed Ning Que's discipline. Seeing that Ning Que had no intention of asking for hay for it, it dejectedly kicked its hooves and walked out of the camp. It did not know where it could find something to eat.
It was still early, but due to the short and bitter winter days in the north, the sun in the sky was faintly approaching dusk. It slowly fell to the ground and the light gradually became dim.
A cold wind came from behind the gentle slope. Ning Que took a cotton scarf out of nowhere and stuffed it into his collar. He said to Zhuo Zhihua beside him, "It's windy here. It'll be cold at night."
Zhuo Zhihua was the oldest among the disciples of Black Ink Garden. She had a gentle and peaceful temperament. Hearing Ning Que's reminder, she knew that the previous Divine Hall manager brought them here to camp with such a boring and mean intention. Even she felt a little annoyed, but did not know how to deal with it.
Ning Que pulled a grassland man passing by and said a long sentence with a gentle and sincere expression.
Mo Shanshan did not get off the carriage until she heard Ning Que's difficult words. She lifted the curtain and got off. After the grassland man left, she walked to his side and frowned, saying, "Senior Brother, you even know the barbarian language?"
Because the Tang Empire was powerful and the Divine Hall kept preaching, the language of the Central Plains had become extremely popular on the grassland. However, there were still many barbarians who were used to speaking their old language, which was the so-called barbarian language.
Ning Que said, "I speak the western barbarian language better."
Zhuo Zhihua asked, "Senior Brother Zhong, what did you say to that man before?"
"I asked him if he could set up a tent on the grassland."
Ning Que smiled and continued, "The barbarian said that we are the most distinguished guests of Chanyu. So as long as it is Chanyu's grassland, we can choose any place to live."
Hearing this, the disciples of Black Ink Garden outside the tent all understood what he meant. They all laughed and thought that it was not bad to choose another camp. Since the Divine Hall treated them so well, there was no need to be too close to them.
Zhuo Zhihua looked at Ning Que with a smile and thought that there were no mature men in the same sect. When facing many problems and choices, they indeed lacked courage. Even the Hill Master could not change this situation.
"Where should we move?"
Ning Que looked at the grassland.
According to the edict of the Divine Hall, all the countries of the Central Plains had sent people to help Yan Kingdom in the war. At least hundreds of thousands of people were gathered on the two frontlines at the frontier fortress of North Yan Kingdom. However, now that they were deep in the Wilderness for peace talks, it was impossible for all the countries to bring all of them. But the cavalries guarding the nobles gathered together, at least a thousand cavalries.
On the grassland under the setting sun, the flags were fluttering. There were not many tents on the grassland in the west, but they were arranged in a very orderly manner. The flags fluttering in the cold wind also looked particularly spirited. As for the faintly visible cavalries, they were much more orderly and solemn than the cavalries of the Central Plains Coalition Army here.
People usually thought that the most elite cavalries in the world were the Papal Guardians of the West-Hill Divine Palace. However, the number of cavalries of the Divine Hall was too small. According to the scriptures, the number of cavalries was strictly limited to less than a thousand. Therefore, the truly powerful cavalries that dared to conquer the world were the other two.
In the Wilderness on the other side of Tianqi Mountain, the palace cavalries under the command of Golden Chanyu and the cavalries of the Tang Empire.
Ning Que pointed to the orderly tents on the west side of the grassland and those familiar military flags. He said, "We will camp there."
The disciples of Black Ink Garden recognized that it was the camp of the Tang army. They were slightly startled and agreed to his suggestion after a moment. The Great River Kingdom and the Tang Empire had been on good terms for generations. Now they were all here under the edict of the Divine Hall. They believed that no one would say anything mean to them if they set up camp there.
Unfortunately, the inexperienced girls of the Great River Kingdom still did not expect that they would abandon the camp designated by the Divine Hall and choose to live next to the Tang camp. This still attracted many people's attention and caused a lot of criticism.
Looking at the dozen tired horses and dusty carriages walking towards the Tang camp in the twilight, the swordsmen from the South Jin Kingdom looked indifferent. The monks of the Yuelun Kingdom looked sarcastic. The manager of the Divine Hall said with a gloomy expression, "If you want to ride on the Tang's coattails, then go ahead."
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