Everyone around the table sighed. Ning Que and Sangsang sat in the corner, playing with the shredded pickles in the plate and listening silently. The sound of them drinking porridge was also very sad. He didn't have much of an impression of Sir Zeng Jing, but he had a deep impression of his wife who was as fierce as a tiger. He didn't know who was right or wrong in this family fight that had spread to the palace. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him. He was more concerned about the situation in the First Minister's Mansion …
"Compared with Lord Zeng Jing, General Lin Guangyuan is really unlucky … That's not right. He dared to commit treason, so he should die a thousand times. But the people in the mansion … are really pitiful."
The old man picked up the tip of his chopsticks and broke the salted egg on the plate. He drank a mouthful of the cheap Lotus White and sighed, "None of you have seen it with your own eyes. I happened to be there that day. The sound of killing shook the heavens in the General's Mansion. Heads fell like watermelons falling to the ground. That blood … overflowed from under the door.
"I don't want to speak for the traitor. It's just that sometimes I feel sad when I think about it. At that time, the neighbors all knew that there were several officials in the imperial court who were good friends with Xuanwei General. But after the incident, no one stood up for the general, and no one even collected the corpse."
The old man put down his wine cup and looked around the restaurant subconsciously. He looked at the street outside the door and said in a low voice, "Have you heard of Huang Xing, the City Gate Officer? He was brought back by Xuanwei General from the frontier fortress. He was the one who first accused the general of treason. Where is he now … He has joined the Prince and is doing well now! "
"And the Zhaowu Commandant is said to be doing well now. I don't know if these people will think of the heads in Xuanwei General's Mansion when they are indulging in debauchery every day. If so, how do they feel?"
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The chopsticks dipped into the egg yolk and ate the wine. Although it was slow, it was still finished. The idlers around the table drank up the daily Lotus White Wine set by the fierce wife at home. Then they stopped chatting and bid farewell with a smile.
Ning Que and Sangsang were still sitting at the small table in the corner. The porridge on the table was already cold. The edges of the pickled cabbage were blown by the wind, but they obviously had no intention of leaving.
"Young master, what is your relationship with the General's Mansion?" Sangsang looked at him and asked seriously.
Ning Que answered with a smile, "Of course."
"I'm asking … what's the relationship, not whether there's a relationship or not," Sangsang corrected her seriously.
After a moment of silence, Ning Que gradually stopped smiling and said seriously, "But I can't tell you about this relationship. You're my maid now. If you tell anyone, the imperial court will execute us together. "
Sangsang looked into his eyes and knew he was joking. She shook her head and said, "Young Master, you are talking nonsense."
"In my Great Tang, the number of people killed by nonsense is no less than the number killed by the barbarians." Ning Que laughed and replied, "Sometimes we all know what's going on, but we can't say it, because once we say it, someone will die. So when we have to say it, we can just keep talking nonsense."
After saying this, he picked up the wooden chopsticks again and rolled up the sleeve of his right hand. His gaze moved back and forth between the five small plates of pickled vegetables and the two bowls of cold porridge on the table, hesitating over what to do next to kill time.
At this time, a young man walked into the restaurant. He was very thin and looked very ordinary. The most obvious feature was his dark complexion. His face was much darker than Sangsang's, like the bottom of an iron pan that had been used for many years.
Sangsang probably rarely saw someone darker than her. She could not help but raise her head and look at him curiously. However, she felt that it was a little impolite. When she was about to look away, she was surprised to find that the dark and thin young man was walking toward the corner. Her body slightly stiffened and her right hand reached behind her back to hold the middle of the black umbrella.
The dark and thin man did not come for them. He sat at the table next to them and reached out his hand to order some food and wine. Sangsang relaxed a little and did not notice that the dark and thin man was sitting very close to Ning Que.
When the dark and thin man walked into the restaurant, Ning Que did not recognize him. After all, when they met in the forest of the Yan territory, they were still very young. The dark and thin man called him Little Ning and he called him Little Blackie. Now, after so many years, Ning Que had become a teenager and the dark and thin man had become a calm young man.
Ning Que picked up a pickled vegetable with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He chewed it like a girl who could not help covering her mouth and giggling. After chewing a few times, he found that it was the vinegar pickled vegetable head that he disliked the most and Sangsang's favorite.
"It seems that you have been doing well these years." He said while holding back his laughter.
Sangsang's chopsticks had just reached the side of the vinegar pickled vegetable head. She showed a slight look of complaint on her face and wondered why the young master had changed his temper today to compete with her for this food. When she suddenly heard Ning Que's question, she realized that he should be asking the dark and thin man who had just walked in. Her chopsticks froze on the side of the plate.
The dark and skinny man's shoulders twitched as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. He said, "I'm not as good as you. How could you pass the Initial Examination of the Academy? You even tricked that little girl into becoming your handmaiden. You're so f * cking wicked … Speaking of which, she doesn't seem to recognize me anymore."
"How old was she seven years ago? She wasn't a genius like me, who was born with knowledge." Ning Que picked up the bowl of porridge and said angrily, "Let's get down to business. How many of those bastards did you help me find out who killed my family? And how many of those who slaughtered your entire village and helped Xiahou cover up? "
The dark and thin young man answered, "Everyone in the world knows who first accused Lin Guangyuan of treason. However, it is not so clear about the few guys who came out to testify and make it an ironclad case. I only found out that two guys were released from prison eight years ago and are still in Chang 'an City. It's wonderful to say that these two guys are not doing well now. I don't know if they will regret the decision they made back then. "
Ning Que did not turn back and thought in silence. But the dark and thin young man suddenly turned back and said with a frown, "Why do we have to sit back to back? Why do we have to make so many turns to send a letter? Where did you learn these messy things? Why do I always feel that we are like spies from the enemy country meeting? "
Ning Que helplessly covered his forehead and sighed. Looking at the dark and simple face, he said, "Damn it, didn't you say that you are working undercover in some gang under the order of the Military Ministry? I didn't know that you spies are so unprofessional. "
The dark and thin young man laughed and opened his arms. He said, "Who cares about being spies? After so many years, I have to see what you and Sangsang have become."
Ning Que opened his arms reluctantly and hugged the man in the dark corner of the shabby restaurant.
The dark and thin young man was called Zhuo Er. He was Ning Que's first friend in the world.
The two of them met at a very coincidental time and also for a very coincidental reason. It was so coincidental that the two of them decided to become each other's companions in life and never leave each other's side in the time it took to tell two stories.
Because they had the same goal in life: to kill Xiahou.
Or that prince.
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