Nightfall

Looking at the tent roof, Ning Que's head appeared a bit after leaving Weicheng.

The luxury carriage was closed all the way. Except that the little boy with obvious barbarism would occasionally get out of the car and play, there was no chance to see any princess. Only the handsome and proud maid issued instructions from time to time.

I don't know why, the maid likes to call Sang Sang to chat.

Still somehow, the maidservant did not conceal his aversion to him.

Ning Que thinks she is a good actor. Because whether it is in Weicheng or on the road, whether it is the attitude of the subordinates of the grassland men, or the temperament and expression that she exudes, it is difficult to see ... She is not a maidservant.

It was this that made him feel a little strange. He always thought that the real aristocrats in the upper level of the Datang Empire should not have too much sympathy for Sang Sang.

However, these are not his real concerns. For a few days, he always paid attention to the old man in the old robe in the carriage. If the guess is good, the old man with a gentle expression should be Haotian Daonan mentioned by General Ma. Men of the door.

From a very young age, Ning Que decided to step into that mysterious world, but he was unable to enter. He was willing to follow this team back to Beijing, because there was such a true monk in the team.

Unfortunately, along the way, he never found an opportunity to talk to the closely guarded old man, but when he was camping for dinner, he occasionally faced the old man's gaze. At that moment, he seemed to see the gentle and amiable in the old man's gaze Even the meaning of encouragement makes him a little puzzled.

Thinking about the analysis is inexplicable, Ning Que took his attention back, only to find that the little feet in his arms were still not covered with warmth, still cold like ice knots, and even bringing his own chest and abdomen cold, could not help worrying Frowned.

The young maid, Sang Sang, suffered too much when she was a child. She was wrapped in wind and rain in the dead body beside the road for several days. After being picked up, she suffered a serious illness.

Weicheng's military doctors have seen it. He also took her to Kaiping Mansion in the distance. All doctors have the same opinion: congenital deficiency and weak constitution.

Because of the extremely cold constitution, Sang Sang rarely sweats, and the waste toxins produced every day cannot be cleared, and her body is getting worse and worse over the years, so Ning Que, according to the doctor ’s instructions, allows her to guarantee daily A dose of exercise is used to slightly improve the cold environment in the body, which is why he always treats this black and thin little maid as a donkey and horse in the eyes of outsiders.

Even if you work so hard every day, it may not be possible to warm Sang Sang's physique every time, just like the wool mattress like an ice cellar at this moment.

Ning Que got up, rubbed her nearly frozen stomach, took out the cowhide wine sac from the corner, awakened Sang Sang, and handed the wine sac to her lips.

Sang Sang opened his eyes confusedly, took the wine bag naturally, unscrewed the stopper skillfully, and poured it into his lips. The wine did not spill a drop, but the tent was still filled with spicy wine, it seems that it should be a throat-cut spirit on the grassland.

The thin little maid was holding a big wine pouch and drinking, and two bowls could tip a big man's spirits, and she suddenly drank a small half of the bag until the abdomen slightly bulged. This scene is difficult to describe with boldness. It's better to say it's weird.

She wiped her lips, her willow-like eyes became brighter in the dark night, and she could not see that she had drunk alcohol. Xiang Ning Que smiled and fell down to sleep.

The room was full of strong wine, and the cold feet in her arms gradually became warm. Ning Que watched a few drops of sweat oozing from the tip of her nose, finally letting herself go and wiping the sweat on her forehead.

Wrapped in a woolen mattress, Ning Que slowly closed his eyes, and not far from his face was the roll of Taishang Induction, which had been ripped apart. He read a few pages before going to sleep every day. Memorize again, this is a habit that has been cultivated over the years.

"May all sentient beings have enough practice to abandon the old death method, and all poisons and poisons will not harm their lives."

"May all sentient beings be old and ill, live permanently, and enter the wisdom path bravely and finely."

In his shallow sleep, his spirit runs slowly with the words on the scroll, with those seemingly simple and simple, but in fact a method of perplexed perception.

Gradually, the woolen mattresses covering him and Sangsang disappeared, the humble little tent disappeared, the grass outside the tent disappeared, the stream also turned into a white mist and then became invisible, the whole world changed It became a world where you are in me, and you are in me, and in this world, you can vaguely feel some kind of breath in a mysterious rhythm.

This magical feeling is not unfamiliar. Ning Que is not unfamiliar many years ago. After he watched Taishang Sensory for the first time, he often sensed it before falling asleep. Perceive, but just dream.

The warm ocean is probably just an illusion in my dreams, because the little feet wrapped in thick cotton socks in my arms are getting hot, but this is also a very beautiful illusion.

Such self-consolation, Ning Que entered a deep sleep, a dark night without dreams.

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Woke up early the next morning, Ning Que was sleeping very well, but his expression seemed to be extremely eager to sleep for another three days and three nights, full of consternation and dissatisfaction.

"Why change the route temporarily?"

He looked at the indifferent maid in front of him, suppressing his emotions. UU reading www.uukananshu.com said as gently as possible: "Crossing the Minshan to Huaxi Road, I will choose the route without any problems."

Including the maidservant, no one in the tent answered his question.

"I am a guide, and you are not familiar with Minshan at all." Ning Que looked at her maid and said after a moment of silence: "I know you are worried about ambush. I can assure you that as long as you listen to me, no one can Stop you. "

Maid glanced at him, as if looking at a stone, the meaning he wanted to express was very clear. Probably, what qualification do you have for me to explain to you?

Back to his tent, Ning Que looked at Sang Sang who was packing his luggage and said, "Send them into this big straight, we will withdraw immediately."

Taking out the hand-drawn simple map that year, he pointed to one of the places and said, "We can only follow this place farthest, and then go forward. The opponent only needs to send a few horse teams to complete the team. Now. "

"You should convince them." Sang Sang said with his head raised.

"I think there are troops to meet the princess over there, so they won't listen to me." Ning Que replied: "To convince a group of pig-like partners, I'm not good at it."

Sang Sang did not speak, and asked with his eyes, since there was a response there, why are you still so worried and even prepared to slip away halfway?

"I have a problem with my intuition."

Ning Que replied: "Because I believe that the bold character who dares to assassinate the Four Princesses of Tang Dynasty will never be as idiot as that woman, and there are few plans."

Sang Sang stopped talking, reminding: "You ... Be polite to her."

"I know her true identity." Ning Que raised her eyebrows slightly, mockingly said: "How is she a princess? I said in Weicheng that this is an idiot princess."