Whether it was true or not, Aunt Quni Madi was not feeling well and had to be helped out of the tent by the disciples. As for whether it was the occasional cold or the anger attacking her heart, one could guess it from the eyes of the monks from the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom.
Ning Que looked at the weak back of the old woman without any sympathy. He thought to himself, "Even I have not seen the teacher. How dare you accuse the Headmaster of the Academy? What kind of fool are you?"
Thinking of the fool, he rolled his eyes and suddenly had the absurd idea of putting the big black umbrella on top of his head. He secretly thought that it seemed to make him more like Second Brother.
Today's arrogance came from Second Brother's teachings. So although it was absurd, it was natural for him to have this association.
From the legendary Youngest Uncle to Second Brother, Senior Brothers and Sisters, and now Ning Que, the puppets of the Academy were proud and arrogant. The people in the tent were shocked and angry before, but when they thought of the stories that had been circulating for a long time, they had to be silent. The Academy had the right to be arrogant. If they were weak, they would be bullied even if they were not arrogant. If they were strong enough, no matter how arrogant they were, no one would dare to do anything to them, just like Quni Madi.
Because of these things that happened before, the agenda of the meeting became much simpler. Ning Que did not listen very carefully. When he reacted, the meeting in the Divine Hall had ended and most of the people in the tent had left.
The Priest of the Revelation Department smiled and went to rest. General Shu Cheng looked at Ning Que and said with a smile, "Although I also know it is good to stay with fresh girls, since our army has a camp here and you have revealed your identity, do you still want to go to the barracks of the Black Ink Garden? It is not good for the imperial court. "
"Look at what you said. Of course I will go with you."
Ning Que was a little embarrassed by the general's teasing. He knew that in many people's eyes, there was something wrong with him, a disciple of the Second floor of the Academy, to disguise himself and follow a group of girls from the Great River Kingdom all the way north into the Wilderness.
The female disciples of the Black Ink Garden were still surprised and surprised. They wanted to come forward to talk to Ning Que, but thinking of his real identity, they did not dare to do so.
Ning Que smiled at the girls and was about to say something. Unexpectedly, Mo Shanshan stood up silently and walked out of the tent without saying a word. He could not help but be stunned.
Zhuo Zhihua sighed in her heart and smiled apologetically to Ning Que. She pulled Cat Girl, who was eager to move forward, and bowed to the Tang army with her Junior Sisters. Then she followed Mo Shanshan out.
Ning Que couldn't help but touch his head, wondering what was wrong with the Calligraphy Addict.
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The Tang camp was quiet and the patrolling soldiers looked serious. Under the escort of several guards, Ning Que and General Shu Cheng walked slowly. No one dared to disturb them.
The slightly cold winter wind blew the military flag above the camp. Ning Que looked up and couldn't help but think of his life at the frontier fortress of the City of Wei. He missed it so much and was about to sigh with emotion. Unexpectedly, General Shu Cheng looked back at him with a faint smile and said meaningfully, "The Calligraphy Addict is a good woman."
Ning Que knew that the general had indeed thought wrongly. He could not help but smile bitterly and was ready to defend himself.
General Shu Cheng shook his head and smiled, "Mr. Thirteen, you don't have to say anything more. It is appropriate for the Calligraphy Addict to be a disciple of the back of the mountain of the Academy. The Tang Empire and the Great River Kingdom have been on good terms for generations. I believe that both the Academy and His Majesty will be very satisfied with this marriage. "
Hearing this, Ning Que suddenly understood why the general and the previous Revelation Priest looked so gentle when they said goodbye, as if they were matchmakers.
With his current identity, it was no longer a purely private matter if he wanted to get married. At least he had to go through the imperial court and the Academy. However, there were very few female disciples in the world who could match the identity of the core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. Of course, the Calligraphy Addict was the best candidate.
Ning Que did not know how to explain. He really admired the woman who was addicted to Talisman and stood on the branch in a white robe and blue belt. However, this kind of thing, no matter what it was, was after all his own business. How could it become a matter for others to discuss? In order to resolve the awkwardness, he changed the topic and said, "I thought that the Priest would protect the dignity of his Divine Hall no matter what. I didn't expect that he was fair."
"The Revelation Department is in charge of the Revelation Institute, but Prince Long Qing's experience in the Revelation Institute was not very pleasant." General Shu Cheng said, "So the relationship between the Priest of the Revelation Department and Prince Long Qing has always been a bit subtle. Especially in recent years, the Judicial Department has become more and more powerful. Prince Long Qing has become famous, and the Revelation Department has been under a lot of pressure."
Ning Que said with emotion, "I see. I didn't expect that there would be so much secular strife in a place like the Divine Hall. "
"The Divine Hall shines brightly in the world, but the resources it can control are not infinite. The three Great Divine Priests each lead a side, and of course there is competition among them. However, these three Great Divine Priests are above the Great Gods, so naturally they can't fight like secular hooligans. The real competition is between the three Priests."
General Shu Cheng continued to explain, "Among the two bigwigs of the Judicial Department, the Tao Addict is obsessed with Taoism and doesn't care about specific affairs. So the Divine Priests and deacons of the Judicial Department, the Apologetics Divine Army and spies are all specifically managed by Prince Long Qing. If the Revelation Department wants to attack the arrogance of the Judicial Department, of course, the first target is Prince Long Qing. "
He looked at Ning Que and said with a smile, "In spring, you defeated Prince Long Qing. In the eyes of many people in the Divine Hall, it was an unbearable humiliation, but the Revelation Department is probably grateful for your appearance."
Ning Que thought of the silver-haired Priest of the Revelation Department and frowned slightly. He said, "How old is the Priest of the Revelation Department this year? Is he stronger or weaker than Long Qing? "
If he could know this, he could roughly infer the true strength of the young powerhouses of the Divine Hall. The reason why he wanted to know this was that he always liked to see the Academy and the Divine Hall as opposite.
"The Priest of the Revelation Department, Cheng Lixue, should be over 30 this year. As for the cultivation state." General Shu Cheng shook his head and said, "Whether it is the Military Ministry or the Imperial Center Administration, they only have a rough estimate of the cultivation state of the people in the Divine Hall. Just like Prince Long Qing, it is said that he is only one step away from the Knowing Destiny State, but no one knows how big that step is."
Ning Que stopped thinking about these issues and looked at a quiet tent in the distance. After a moment of silence, he said, "General, there is something I may need your help with."
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The disciples of the Black Ink Garden stepped on the withered winter grass and walked to their camp. Cat Girl looked at Ning Que and the Tang general walking into the Tang camp. She reluctantly withdrew her gaze and frowned curiously. "Teacher Zhong … no, the way Senior Brother Ning looked at Aunt Quni Madi just now was very strange. I don't know how to describe it."
The girls thought of the previous scene. Aunt Quni Madi was trembling with anger and her face was dark. It seemed that she would go berserk at any time. But Ning Que stood in front of her with a gentle smile. He did not avoid her and even looked up at her. They also felt that the temperament and taste that he revealed at that time were somewhat inexplicable.
Cat Girl bit her finger and thought for a long time. Suddenly she was enlightened and clapped her little hands excitedly. She looked at her Senior Sisters and said, "I know, Senior Brother looked really cheap at that time … hee hee, but I like it."
The girls of the Great River Kingdom were collectively stunned. Then they found that the word "cheap" was indeed the best choice to describe Ning Que's expression at that time. They could not help but cover their mouths and laugh, saying that they also liked his cheap look at that time.
Only Mo Shanshan, who was at the forefront, did not laugh. There was no expression on her silent face.
Zhuo Zhihua looked at her expression and gradually stopped smiling, revealing a trace of worry.
Back in the tent, Mo Shanshan seemed to have completely forgotten the fierce conflict in the tent and the previous scenes. She calmly poured water, ground the ink and the brush pen, sat in front of the table and began to prepare to write.
Zhuo Zhihua waved her sleeves to signal her Junior Sisters to leave temporarily. She walked to the table and sat down on one knee. She quietly looked at the expression on her white cheeks. After a long time, she softly said, "Why did you leave like that before?"
Mo Shanshan's right hand holding the pen slightly stiffened. After a moment of silence, she said, "Then how should I leave?"
She was the Calligraphy Addict, the Hill Master with the highest status in the Black Ink Garden at the foot of Mogan Mountain. She was also the last core disciple of the Master of Calligrapher, Lord Wang. But she was not old. In Zhuo Zhihua's eyes, she was more like a younger sister who was obsessed with calligraphy and didn't know anything about the world.
Zhuo Zhihua quietly looked at her and softly said, "Mr. Thirteen has helped us a lot along the way. If he didn't show up in the tent today, I'm afraid there would be more troubles in the Black Ink Garden. Even if we don't mention the friendship built these days, you should say goodbye to him just to express your gratitude."
Mo Shanshan gently turned her wrist and the soft brush pen touched the yellow paper. She wrote a horizontal line and lightly said, "I haven't said it before. In fact, those Horse Gangs came because of him. In this case, we have no reason to be grateful to him. On the contrary, he dragged us down. It's natural for him to speak in the tent today."
Zhuo Zhihua looked at the crooked horizontal line on the table and couldn't help laughing. She immediately sighed softly and said, "You know that's not what I want to say."
Mo Shanshan looked at the ugly handwriting like earthworms on the paper and felt a little annoyed. She looked back at her and said, "Then what do you want to say?"
Zhuo Zhihua looked at her dark eyes with a little annoyance and said with a smile, "What I want to say is that since you have secretly liked Mr. Ning for such a long time, now that you see him in person, why don't you make it clear?"
Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned. She turned back and continued to write with her head down. She said, "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about."
Zhuo Zhihua smiled and said no more. She walked out of the tent and left her alone to think.
Mo Shanshan didn't think about anything because the thoughts in her mind had become a mess. She just held the brush pen subconsciously and kept writing. Her thin lips were slightly open and she muttered to herself with annoyance, "So you are that guy. But you have been hiding it from me. What do you want me to say? How can I be so cheap …"
As she muttered, the girl's eyes occasionally showed shame and annoyance. Her pink cheeks were slightly puffed and blushed.
The ink on the yellow paper was dripping but tangled. Even when she was three years old, she couldn't write such ugly words.
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