"It's not convenient to keep long hair in the military camp, mainly because it's inconvenient to wash it after being stained with blood, so I just cut it off. Speaking of which, it's a lot darker and there are a lot of scars. It's so ugly."
Situ Yilan rubbed her hair and said helplessly. Although she had changed a lot in the military camp, everyone loved beauty, not to mention that she was a woman after all.
Ning Que looked at her playful appearance and felt very gentle. He said, "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful now, more beautiful than ever before."
Situ Yilan said, "You don't have to say such words to make me happy."
Ning Que smiled and did not explain. He said, "What are you going to do next?"
Situ Yilan said, "The Military Ministry is going to send me to Gushan Commandery."
As soon as she said this, the room became much quieter. Ning Que knew the intention of the imperial court to send her to Gushan Commandery. It was to use General Yunhui's prestige in the army to divide and conquer the Hua family's power in the army. After all, Hua Shanyue was dead. Li Yu was very grateful to the Hua family and had to do this work.
Situ Yilan returned from the Northern Borderline and knew more about the inside story of Hua Shanyue's death than anyone else. She knew that Ning Que had something to do with it, but she did not say anything. Instead, she said, "I want to see Her Highness."
"She doesn't want to see you?" Ning Que was a little surprised. With the status of General Yunhui's Mansion and the relationship between Situ Yilan and Li Yu, it should be very easy for her to see the palace.
Situ Yilan nodded.
Ning Que did not expect that Li Yu was more autistic than he imagined. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll give you an ID token. You go to the palace by yourself at night and talk to her more."
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It was a gathering of the Academy's classmates, and in this situation, naturally there were no dancers to accompany them. But the scene was still very lively. Ning Que went to the top floor to see Mistress Jian.
Dewdrop made a bowl of glutinous rice balls and placed it on the table in front of him. Then, she naturally sat beside him and held his arm. Even when Mistress Jian frowned slightly, she still smiled and refused to let go. She had long been removed from the register, but she was still used to living in the building. Naturally, she was not as respectful to Mistress Jian as she was in the past. However, Ning Que could only take the comfort of her warmth as a test.
Xiaocao stood behind Mistress Jian and snorted angrily. As time went by, the little girl had grown up, especially after Mistress Jian handed over the management of the Song and Dance Troupe to her. She had matured even more quickly. Although there was still a trace of childishness between her eyebrows, she had become very agile. It was rare to see her like this. The reason was because of Sangsang. She did not like to see other girls being close to Ning Que.
Mistress Jian said, "I asked you to come today to discuss the Rite to Light. The West-Hill Divine Palace has requested the House of Red Sleeves to perform a dance. I wonder what the Academy thinks."
Ning Que said, "It's all up to you, Aunt Jian. If you think it's okay to go, then go. If you don't want to go, then don't. Since the contract has been signed, the West-Hill Divine Palace can't do anything about it."
Mistress Jian looked at him and said thoughtfully, "The Rite to Light is the grandest festival recorded in the West-Hill scriptures. It is said that it will only be held when Haotian descends a miracle. What I don't understand is why the West-Hill Divine Palace wants to hold the Rite to Light. If it is to celebrate the victory of the war, they will only become the laughing stock of the world."
Ning Que thought for a while and asked, "Then what do you mean?"
Mistress Jian said, "It's okay to go and have a look. Maybe I can help you."
Ning Que said, "I'm just worried that the journey will not be peaceful."
Mistress Jian looked at his eyes and asked, "Can you guarantee their safety?"
Ning Que said after a moment of silence, "Even if I can't, I think someone else can."
Dewdrop and Xiaocao clearly heard the conversation between Ning Que and Mistress Jian, but they were depressed that they did not understand what they were talking about. Someone could? Who could it be?
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Ning Que left the House of Red Sleeves in a black horse carriage.
Not far from the street corner, the curtain of the carriage moved slightly, and Chu Youxian got into the carriage. He took out several big envelopes from his arms and arranged them in the dim light in the carriage. He said in a low voice, "Until now, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation is still vacant. There is no clue about who is most likely to take over."
In this war, the Divine Hall's spies in the South School of Haotian Taoism and the Tang Empire's spies in the Divine Hall played a very important role. Hundreds of spies in the Divine Hall of Tang launched an attack at the same time and assassinated several Divine Talisman Masters at the cost of their lives. But there were still many spies in the Divine Hall.
From the beginning of the peace talks in early spring, those hiding in the Peach Mountain began to send back all kinds of news through the Imperial Center Administration and secret servants. Chang 'an City knew about the death of the Great Divine Priest of Revelation even earlier than Ye Hongyu who was in Qinghe Prefecture at that time.
Ning Que thought of the mountain full of peach blossoms mentioned in the previous intelligence and was silent.
"According to the analysis of the Imperial Center Administration, Cheng Lixue should be the most likely to take over the Great Divine Priest of Revelation. But the inheritance of the Great Divine Priest of Revelation seems to be somewhat special, so his position is very awkward. If someone else really takes over the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, he is very likely to be in trouble."
Chu Youxian inherited his father's businessman qualities. Although he didn't know how to cultivate and didn't seem to have any outstanding ability, he could find the most valuable information from the reports of the Imperial Center Administration and secret guards.
He looked at the file in his hand and said, "The Millennium Lamp in the Divine Hall of Light did go out, but those who wanted to find out the reason all died inexplicably. So no one knew the reason. The dozen priests mentioned in the previous intelligence were confirmed to have gone crazy. Except for this, there is no other new information."
Ning Que frowned slightly and seemed a little dissatisfied.
Chu Youxian said helplessly, "I have searched through the garbage in the Divine Hall, but they have all been processed. I can't find any marks, so I can't analyze them."
Ning Que asked, "The stables?"
Chu Youxian shook his head and said, "No."
Ning Que thought for a while and asked again, "The amount of wine?"
If it were an ordinary intelligence officer, he might not notice the changes in the number of daily necessities in the Divine Hall. But Chu Youxian was different. He said, "A lot."
Ning Que looked a little serious and asked, "Are there any horses that are pregnant?"
The horses in the Divine Halls of West-Hill were all Papal Cavalrymen's horses, and the male horses would definitely be castrated. So his question seemed a little strange, and Chu Youxian didn't understand.
"No."
Chu Youxian pinched the last big envelope with his fingers and said, "There is one thing that is strange. Our people in the Divine Hall once saw a pot of leftover porridge in the stables. Thinking of what you mentioned, he collected the leftover porridge in the pot."
Ning Que took the envelope and poured out the leftover porridge. The sour smell immediately filled the carriage. Chu Youxian couldn't help but frown and cover his nose.
Ning Que looked very serious at this time, as if he didn't smell the unpleasant smell at all. He carefully poked the stinky porridge with the tip of a knife and finally found a black mane.
"Idiot, thank you for your hard work."
He looked at the black mane and said silently in his heart.
The black carriage arrived at Yanming Lake. Chu Youxian got off the carriage and disappeared in the street in the darkness. Ning Que got off the carriage and stood in front of the courtyard in silence for a moment. Then he said to Wang Jinglue, "Get ready. We may have to go on a long journey."
Wang Jinglue took off his straw hat, put away the reins, and said, "Have you really made up your mind? You know, this time it is not ten miles outside the city, but thousands of miles of dangerous land. "
Ning Que said, "I have to see it anyway. I'd rather see it myself than let others see it."
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Yanming Lake under the night sky reflected the dozens of lights in the house. It was like the night sky today. The bright moon had taken away too much of the brilliance of the once starry sky, making it very lonely.
Ning Que rowed the boat casually on the lake, and the side of the boat brushed against some new green branches from time to time. The lotus had not bloomed yet, but the lotus leaves had begun to reunite.
The lotus leaves were gradually blooming, but people could not be reunited. Looking at the lotuses planted by him and Sangsang, he thought of the Drunkard's words again: Every death in the world is a reunion after a long separation.
He had never understood how Haotian could find the Drunkard and the Butcher in the human world. He had been investigating and got many clues, which vaguely pointed to the person he once thought was the most impossible.
He looked from the green lotus to the Yanming Mountain across the lake, as if he could see the wicked girl holding a black umbrella, standing in the wind and snow and singing to him.
If it is really you, why don't I feel anything? Are you no longer my natal character? You returned the carriage and the iron arrows to me, but took the big black horse and the big black umbrella. Do you really want to separate from the family?
But it was not that easy to separate from the family. Your name is still in my household register, your address is still in the Old Brush Pen Shop, and your notes are still buried in the tomb. How about I send them to you?
The night wind in early summer blew Ning Que's face and gave him a meaningful smile. Since every death in the world is a reunion after a long separation, let's meet again.
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The next morning, the famous black carriage passed through the steam of the bun house and entered the palace under the gaze of many people and the Yulin Royal Guards. It never came out again.
This situation lasted for a few days and caused a lot of speculation. No one knew what Ning Que was doing in the palace, not even the ministers of the imperial court. They only knew that he did not leave Chang 'an.
The spies of the West-Hill Divine Palace in Chang 'an began to be vigilant. They paid a great price for the death of two maidservants in the Old Mansion. They finally got some information.
From time to time, a dull knocking sound could be heard from the underground of the small building in the palace. Lights could still be seen in the imperial study at night. All kinds of rare materials, arranged by the Ministry of Revenue, were continuously transported into Chang 'an from all counties. One evening, someone saw a strong man carrying an iron hammer into the palace.
When the information was sent back to the Peach Mountain, the West-Hill Divine Palace came to a shocking conclusion. The Academy was trying to modify the God-stunning Array. But was it true?
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(It's just a problem with my cervical vertebrae. It's okay. I just need to lie down more. It's just that it affects my working schedule. Continue to ask for monthly votes and recommendation votes. Two more chapters tomorrow. I also suggest that everyone read the good posts in the book review section. There are indeed many good articles. Thank you for your hard work.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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