The black horse carriage tailed the convoy of the diplomatic corps. When they were about to reach a county, there were more buildings on both sides of the official road. Ning Que still liked the scenery of the countryside, so he let the Big Black Horse get off the official road and onto the slightly narrow but still smooth county road. Anyway, he was confident that he would not lose the diplomatic corps in front of him.
The countryside scenery on both sides of the county road was even more beautiful, with some primitive and simple flavor. After traveling for a long time, they looked at the village in front of them and the black horse carriage stopped under a big tree outside the village.
The big tree was unknown, but the area of the canopy was huge, with lush green leaves. It was like a big umbrella, blocking the blazing sun and casting a shadow.
Ning Que untied the Big Black Horse and let it play on its own. He walked under the big green tree and touched the thick bark, with a happy smile on his face.
His fellow disciples of the Academy did not like to leave the mountain, because they cared more about their own spiritual realm. Pure spiritual happiness was enough to make them feel fulfilled, but he was different.
He had lived in Min Mountain since he was a child, and the forest was like home to him. Moreover, he had been used to wandering since he was a child, so he did not like to stay in one place for a long time.
He had stood in the forest countless times and looked at the distant villages with smoke coming out of the chimneys, and carried Sangsang away silently because of fear. It was probably because of this that he was extremely fascinated by the scenery of the villages. That year before returning to Chang 'an, he chose to hold Sangsang's hand and walk through the fields and villages because of this mentality. At this time, he chose a remote county road and stopped outside the village because of this mentality.
Sangsang got off the horse carriage and looked at him shyly. She said, "I fell asleep earlier."
Ning Que said, "It's so comfortable. I want to have a good sleep too."
Obviously, Sangsang had not adapted to the change of her role. She was used to thinking that she was still a little handmaiden. It was really inappropriate for her to just fall asleep like that. In order to make up for this mistake, she tried to remember the last sentence she heard before falling asleep and asked, "How is it interesting?"
Ning Que was stunned for a moment before he realized that she was answering his question from two hours ago. He could not help but want to laugh. Looking at her serious expression, he did not want to discourage her, so he answered, "Before leaving Chang 'an, Chen VII came to talk to me. He said that General Xian had been in the Fish-dragon Gang for a period of time in his early years and had a good relationship with Chao Xiaoshu. The early years mentioned here were even before Qi IV and the others. But I don't know why Chao Xiaoshu still lived in Spring Breeze Pavilion after General Xian became a general."
"You mean there is something wrong with this person?" Sangsang asked.
Only Ning Que could understand Sangsang's words. When she said there was something wrong with a person, she did not mean that this person should be suspected or had something to be vigilant about, but that this person was not good.
Ning Que shook his head and said, "Even if there is something wrong with him, it is the arrangement of His Majesty. Even if he is really determined to get the Northeast Border Military as the rumors in Chang 'an City say, it only shows that he has the pride, confidence and ambition that a soldier should have. The Emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is not in a hurry, let alone us."
Sangsang said, "I heard that Her Majesty is very unhappy."
Ning Que said, "Don't forget that His Majesty is also my teacher's student, which means that he is my Senior Brother. He is a really wise person. How could such a person really treat national affairs as a family affair? He is just taking advantage of Her Majesty's anger to warn some people."
Sangsang asked curiously, "Who?"
In fact, she was not curious about these things. So she opened her eyes wide and pretended to be curious, which was very deliberate, very childish, and very cute.
So Ning Que kissed her on her little face.
Sangsang was a little shy, but she did not avoid it.
She did not avoid it, not because she was flustered and helpless, but because she thought it was natural for her to be kissed by Ning Que. So kiss him if you want.
Looking at the little girl's bright eyes, Ning Que was a little flustered. He coughed twice and continued, "Of course it is to suppress General Xian … No, to be more precise, His Majesty is warning his daughter not to get too deep into the army."
"Why? Is His Majesty going to pass the throne to Her Majesty's son? "
Sangsang asked curiously. This time she was really curious, because Li Yu was one of her few friends in Chang 'an City, and also because she knew that this matter had something to do with Ning Que.
Ning Que said, "I don't know. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with us."
Even if he said it had nothing to do with them, it still had something to do with them. Otherwise, why would he think about these problems? Just like the girls from the House of Red Sleeves in the diplomatic corps dozens of miles away, it was also a problem that he had to consider.
Mistress Jian did not ask him to take care of those girls along the way. But with his relationship with the House of Red Sleeves, if something really happened, he could not stand by and do nothing. In addition to their relationship, more importantly, the Academy had the responsibility to take care of the House of Red Sleeves. The girl named Xiaoxiao thirty years ago was the fiancée of Youngest Uncle and almost became their Youngest Aunt. She was Mistress Jian's biological sister.
More than twenty years ago, the last time the House of Red Sleeves performed abroad was when they were invited to the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival in the Lanke Temple. It was also at that festival that their Youngest Aunt died. Now, after more than twenty years, the House of Red Sleeves would appear in the Lanke Temple again. How could Ning Que not be vigilant?
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At this moment, Ning Que suddenly felt that someone was approaching. He could not help but raise his eyebrows and looked toward the direction of the big tree. He saw a black shadow sweeping over like lightning.
With his eyesight, of course, he could clearly see that the black shadow was the Big Black Horse. What made him vigilant was what had happened to make the Big Black Horse so flustered.
After all, except for the Natural Disaster more than ten years ago, the public security of the Tang Empire had always been good. Ning Que was not worried about his own safety. Even if there were rare bandits, he did not mind killing them and making a name for the Academy. It did not matter even if they were cultivators.
First, he defeated Guan Hai, then killed Dao Shi, blinded Liu Yiqing, and finally defeated Xiahou. Someone's strength had been proven countless times. Although Wang Jinglue was not convinced, there was a consensus in the cultivation world that Ning Que, Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, was the real first person below the Knowing Destiny State.
Moreover, with Sangsang, the successor of the Great Divine Priest of Light, by his side, Ning Que could even fight with a Grand Cultivator in the Knowing Destiny State. Of course, those Grand Cultivators who had entered the Knowing Destiny State must be very clear about his and Sangsang's identity and background. Who would be so free to provoke the Academy and the West-Hill Divine Palace at the same time?
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The Big Black Horse ran back to Ning Que and Sangsang, leaving a trail of smoke and dust. It kept panting and looked extremely panicked.
Ning Que looked solemnly at the smoke and dust.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a bare-chested man holding a pitchfork rushed over, yelling and yelling.
"Stop running, stupid horse! I'll beat you to death! "
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Things were soon explained. It turned out that the Big Black Horse was walking around and smelling the fragrance of the village in front of him. He could not control his mind and followed the smell to the window. He poked his head into the window and secretly ate the farmer's food. Then he was discovered by the farmer's owner and caused this chase.
Ning Que glared at the Big Black Horse and thought to himself, "You are such a useless fool. I, your young master, feed you with yellow spirit fruits every day, and you still want to steal other people's food!" Moreover, it was so frightened and panting that it wanted to die after being chased by a farmer with a pitchfork.
The Big Black Horse lowered his head in shame and looked extremely honest. He thought silently that it was his fault for not being able to stop himself from eating. If he did not look embarrassed, who knew how he would be punished by Ning Que.
Ning Que looked at the farmer and apologized with a bitter smile.
The farmer supported himself with the pitchfork and held his waist. He was so tired that he was panting. He said, "This guy runs so damn fast. He is indeed a good horse! No wonder the bowl of porridge I cooked was swallowed in one gulp! "
Ning Que felt even more embarrassed when he heard that the Big Black Horse had secretly eaten a bowl of porridge. He said with a bitter smile, "He is used to eating and being lazy. He is not much better."
The farmer heard this and shook his head disapprovingly. He said, "When I was in the cavalry camp, I did not see anything better than him. Even the general's mount is not as good as him."
The Tang Empire implemented a three-year recruitment system. In order to open up new territory, the army was not small. In addition, people worshiped martial arts, so many men had experience in the army. Ning Que was not surprised when he heard this and knew that the farmer had retired from the army. He took out some money and handed it over. He said, "This is the money for the pot of porridge. The pot must be dirty, so it is counted as well."
The farmer waved his hand carelessly and said, "I saw this handsome horse through the window and guessed that it had an owner. So I came to have a look. I don't need money for porridge."
Ning Que said with a smile, "If you don't need money for porridge, why did you come to have a look?"
The farmer said matter-of-factly, "That's because you have a good attitude. If you are not polite, I will not only need money for porridge, but also the wages for cooking porridge."
This kind of matter-of-factness was common in the Academy and among the Tangs. Ning Que liked it very much. He said with a smile, "If so, I will not beat around the bush."
The farmer looked at the black horse carriage and Sangsang, who was wearing a handmaiden uniform. He guessed that they were resting here temporarily. He invited them, "It is not convenient to talk here. Let's go to my house."
Ning Que was good at dealing with people and liked the farmer's temperament. But he was still the indifferent lad in his bones. He wanted to decline when he heard this.
Unexpectedly, the farmer insisted and said, "Since we are going to travel a long distance, we should always have clean water. If you care, you can even give me money when you leave."
Ning Que still wanted to decline.
The farmer looked at him and frowned. He said, "I can tell that you have been in the military camp. How can you be so wishy-washy?"
Ning Que looked at the farmer's resolute eyes and suddenly thought of the City of Wei that he had not seen for a long time. He thought of the soldiers in the City of Wei and the three sentences he left for General Ma before he left.
"Then let's go." He said with a smile, "But I still want to drink."
The farmer laughed and said, "Homemade grain wine. No matter how good it is, it will be enough."
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