Nightfall

In the early morning, the master and the servant woke up and began to sort out the luggage through the misty morning light. Sometimes there was a dispute, and more often it was silent.

Ning Que squatted on the wall outside the house for a long time, took out a long bag, took out the bow and arrow in the bag and checked it for a long time. I confirmed that there was no problem and handed it out. Sang Sang was slammed into the cotton cloth. Wrapped and removed three scabbards with a slight rust from the fence, Ning Que took it and carefully wiped it a few times, looking at the morning sun, looking at the front, nodded with hay straw Tightly tied to the back.

He took a black umbrella from behind the door and tied it to Sang Sang’s back with the last piece of hay-grass rope. The black umbrella didn’t know what the material was made, and it always felt a layer on it. The black and black oil is not reflective and looks a bit thick. And this umbrella can be seen very big, even if it is tightly tied, back on Sang Sang’s thin and short body, it is almost to fall to the ground.

Ready to go, Ning Que and Sang Sang walked through the rugged fence wall in tandem, and both turned round to look at the little Stony Ground and the little broken grass house, Sang Sang looked up His jaw, asked: “Young Master, do you want to lock the door?”

“Not locked.” Ning Que said quietly, “In the future… maybe we will be hard to come back.”

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Wrapped iron wood wheels crushed the wet mud, and the gentleman’s car slowly departed and sailed outside Wei City. The front and rear five-wheeled Horse-drawn Carriage are attractive at any time on the side. There are indeed a lot of farewells next to Heavenly Dao, but their focus is not on this noble horse team, but on the first Horse-drawn Carriage, the teenager and the little maid, who have cooked eggs from time to time. Going up, from time to time, there are black and red cheeks on the cheeks, holding dirty hands and wiping and crying and saying something.

“Ning Que, the dead embryo of this wicked, how good the house is in my house, you will not let Sang Sang marry him. This is good, so I want to follow you to those places where people can’t vomit bones! I Tell you, you have to look at my home Sang Sang!”

Sitting on the rut, Ning Que looked extremely ugly and replied: “Hey, Sang Sang is only eight years old. You start to raise your family. This is not a problem.”

After a few snoring with a smile, the sky suddenly began to smash the road, confessing the fur, hanging, scratching, coughing, sputum, sputum, sputum, stalking, stalking, sputum, sputum, scorpion, scorpion堑木浼沂裘Knocking ψ藕湍 姹穑 姹穑 阕詈蟮 阕詈蟮 阕詈蟮 阕詈蟮 裎 裎 裎 裎 痔诘 痔诘 痔诘 痔诘 痔诘 痔诘

At the rear, the most beautifully decorated Horse-drawn Carriage curtain opened its corner. The proud and indifferent prostitute looked out and looked at the eye. The beautiful eyebrows couldn’t help but squat.

Just before the team was about to leave the little border town, Ning Que stood up from the Horse-drawn Carriage and bowed to all around.

The young man carried three old knives behind him, standing in the rain and clapping his hands together, and suddenly gave birth to a few strong and strong.

“Old Young Masters, big sister big sisters, thank you for not saying much.”

After saying this, he opened his arms in the rain, clenched his fists and separated them upwards, revealing his not strong chest muscles and arms, posing a stupid, forced posture, loudly shouted: “Go to Chang An, if I can’t mix my personal appearance, I won’t be back!”

This statement fell, just like Mr. Shuo fell to the sound of the opening of the play, and like a bloody head fell to the dust, the people next to the road screamed together.

Wei City’s only decent pub, Ma Shixiang and several cronies are drinking, and you don’t want them to send them. They don’t bother to send Ning Que the kid, but they clearly see the scene, a military officer. Imagine the words that Ning Que said on the Horse-drawn Carriage. I couldn’t help but sigh: “I can’t come back without a human being? It’s such a kid, it seems to be really It’s hard to come back.”

Ma Shixiang next to the wine table thought about the three short words that Ning Que said to me late last night, couldn’t help but caress the flowers and whiskers, and felt the old comfort, looking at the Horse-drawn Carriage that gradually drove out of the city. Laughing and whispering, “If you don’t come back, you are a wicked thing, go and do a good job of World.”

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Far from Wei City, naturally away from grassland, the spring drought that is plaguing the barbarian tribe and the new Chief has not affected it. The spring breeze has green branches and leaves and dyed the wheels and horseshoes. Chasing continues.

The horse gallops between the meadow and the hills, the soft cords are sometimes as tight as the iron and the leaves are slightly draped, the luxurious carriage with several layers of quilts and blankets also undulates and jumps, the prostitute of the delicate and pretty face Looking at the view of the rapid swept away from the window, perhaps thinking of the north of the sand dancing with the wind at this time, the facial expressions appear somewhat stiff, but the eyes are full of expectation and enthusiasm for the unknown future.

Inside the carriage, a little male child wearing a luxurious frivolous costume is holding her calf and eagerly looking up at her face. She has a few words about Central Plains and seems to want to go out to play.

The prostitute turned her head and severely reprimanded the boy for a few words. Then she returned to her tenderness and took him into her arms, screaming at his head.

The curtain was smashed by the wind, and the spring breeze was not as soft as the cheeks of the year. The prostitute looked at the front of the team with a slight gaze, and his face was not so beautiful.

The relatively humble Horse-drawn Carriage in front of the squat sits on the young soldier named Ning Que. He looks like he is swaying and nodding. It seems to be falling asleep. As a guide, he should replace the whole The team leads the way, and result is dozing off most of the time, no matter how you look, you can’t talk about competent.

The reason why the prostitute’s expression is cold is not because of this, but because of the details in the picture she saw.

Ning Que is dozing off on the rut and seems to be able to fall from the fast-traveling Horse-drawn Carriage at any time, so the little maid Sang Sang is always on the sidelines, trying to support him with his thin, short body, dark and small I couldn’t see my face, but I could feel that she was very hard.

Just then, the team ran over a very shallow grass creek. Ning Que woke up in shock. He blinked and glanced at the sky. He found that it just happened to sleep at dusk, so he raised his hand. , indicating that the team stopped to prepare for the camp.

When I woke up, I seemed to be somewhat irresponsible and noisy, but no one in the team objected to his arrangement.

After leaving Wei City for a few days, every decision made by the teenager along the way proved to be correct afterwards, whether it was from the perspective of path selection, site selection, security, water use, and easy escape. Nothing goes wrong, what is even more impressive is that the speed of the team is very fast.

The more than a dozen barbarian thieves who have been conquered by the nobles in the grassland have some despise of the Wei City side army, but now they have only the admiration for the ability to guide the young soldier.

On the bank of the creek, people silently dig the earthen stove to collect firewood and boil water. The prostitute walked down the valuable protected Horse-drawn Carriage, looking at the place like a picnic, lying on the grass and preparing for the meat. Ning Que, looking at the black and thin maid who was struggling to pick up the water in the pot to collect firewood, the brow wrinkles became more and more powerful.

Next to the well-known Kong Wu powerful guard stood up and looked at her, she shook her head, indicating that there is no need to follow, walked along the creek through the smoke and walked over.

She admits that this teenager named Ning Que is really very capable. It is much stronger than the teenagers who are thought to be Junjie in the capital city. If he is really a Chang An expensive young master, then this kind of behavior can still give her some points. Appreciate the meaning, but he is only a rough young boy at the bottom, but he squeezes the little girl who should have been suffering from it. She unconsciously touched her mood and made her extremely unhappy.

Not far from the little maid Sang Sang, the prostitute smiled softly at her, indicating that the other person put down his heavy firewood and spoke to himself.

Sang Sang glanced at Ning Que and waited until he nodded before he passed. Delicate and pretty The prostitute pulled out a handkerchief from the waist, but Sang Sang shook his head – doing so many hard work, the little maid’s forehead did not see a sweat.

Ning Que finally climbed up from the meadow, took off the grass clippings, wiped out the green grass juice outside the cotton shirt, and smiled and gave a hand.

The prostitute did not turn to look at him, indifferently said: “I don’t like you, so you don’t have to be close to me. People like you look superficially childish, and people are gentle and gratifying. In fact, the bones are full of old man. The feeling is disgusting.”

There is no emotional tone, and the slightly raised jaw does not deliberately open the distance, but it naturally reveals a condescending noble, as a close-knit servant serving the Great Tang Your Highness Princess, even to the Empire. Some officials can be arrogant, let alone a small role like Ning Que.

Ning Que smiled and shook his head and turned to walk to the dirt stove on the creek.

He has only one little maid, and the nobles have countless prostitutes. The only little maid is taken away by one of the countless prostitutes of the nobles. The nobles and other people serve, but he has to go and cook the wood to cook.

It may be because the wind is too thick for the skin to become thick, and his laughing with one’s wish can’t see any embarrassing meaning at all.

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When the setting sun sinks, Sang Sang walks back with a lot of snacks like milk. Ning Que was holding the bowl of burnt meat porridge in a daze. After seeing it, he took it unceremoniously, and then desperately stuffed it into his mouth.

“Why did she like to chat with you so much? I don’t want to think that I haven’t eaten a serious meal in a few days… This kind of expensive sympathy for the noble, sometimes it’s really not a place to use, look at her smile, think about it. The little girl’s wolf-like grandmother, who thought she was gentle and decent, was even more fake than the water-mixed wine sold in the Wei City pub.”

“She is a good person.” Sang Sang picked up the porridge next to him, and the curtain was ready to leave to do it again, but he was shouted back.

“You talked about these things in the past few days,” Ning Que asked.

Sang Sang glared at the sharp eyebrows and remembered it for a long time. He replied: “It seems… you know that I don’t really like to talk… Most of the time she is talking about grassland, but I also forget What did she say?”

When I heard this, Ning Que’s mood suddenly became much better. He gently sipped the little tune and chewed the delicious milk. He said, “Let’s talk to you later, remember to collect money from her, or take more Some of these milk stems are not bad.”

Into the night.

Sang Sang used a stream of water to extinguish the fire. After careful confirmation, he dragged the hot water bucket to the small tent. The people on the slopeside of the river looked at the scene and knew that this was a little maid who was preparing Ning Que to wash his feet. I don’t know how much. At the same time, people showed a look of disdain.

This derogatory course is for Ning Que.

After washing the feet, Ning Que drilled into the woolen scorpion, and then put the pair of ice-cold feet that came across the other side into his arms, making a sound that he didn’t know whether to enjoy or painfully. After two yawnings, he said: “Sleep. “”

Sang Sang was much tireder than him during the day, and he couldn’t sleep for a long time.

Ning Que didn’t know when to open his eyes again. His eyes seemed to penetrate a lot of tents, falling on the stars and falling on one handkerchief.

Recalling the Phnom Penh handkerchief that the prostitute took out, he knew that his guess was right, but he didn’t know what he could do if he guessed it.