Nightfall Chapter 79: First lesson
Chapter Seventy-Nine First Class
Situ Yilan opened his eyes wide, staring at the lawn like wildfire in the setting sun, staring at the pair of masters and servants in the lawn driveway that were drifting away, couldn't help holding her hands on her waist, and mumbled: "This person is really interesting."
Ning Que didn’t think these things were interesting, and arguing with a group of little kids was meaningless other than wasting time. He is now thinking more about it, according to the academy’s curriculum, leaving students with freedom. There is a lot of time, and he should use that time to do something meaningful, such as killing people to make money.
Lying on the bed of Lao Bi Zhai, he looked at the name on the oil paper and asked: "Are you ready?"
Sangsang was anointing the polished Pu knife, lowered his head and replied: "The new cloth cover and the old clothes are ready, but what kind of hairstyle are you going to wear this time? ?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "You are in charge of such small things."
Sangsang raised his head and asked: "When are you going to kill?"
"This guy lives in the East City, not far from us, kill him whenever he wants to."
Ning Que looked at the name Chen Dongcheng on the oil paper, looked at the simple information below, and explained after a pause: "We don't know when to kill people. It will not be easy for the government to investigate the case in the future. Calculate something based on the law of time."
"There are no rules in the world, but when more people are killed, there will be rules naturally."
Sangsang inserted the bright simple sword in his sheath, walked to the bedside and looked at Ning Que’s face, and said seriously: "This is what you taught me when I was young, no matter how you hide yourself, the government In the future, you can always find the reason for your killing from the identity of the people you killed."
"The General Mansion is all dead, and all the mountain villages in the Yan realm have been slaughtered." Ning Que smiled and replied: "Even if the court finally found out that the murderer's purpose was to inflict hatred on these two things, how could it be investigated? Come on to me?"
"You may not be able to find the young master, but the court knows who you want to kill, then they can protect your murder target in a targeted manner, and even use those names as a decoy trap. At that time, you will be the young master. Knowing that there are people from the court around those people, don't you want to kill them?"
Ning Que quietly looked into the eyes of the little maid, suddenly laughed, and said, "You rarely think about so many things."
"I'm not really stupid, I just don't bother to think about it." Sangsang muttered. As for why she is willing to think about these things that would be too troublesome on weekdays, or she doesn't understand it herself.
Ning Que understood, so his pupils became a little warm, and he looked at her with a smile and said: "I promise you, after killing two or three more, I will rest for a while, and then I will honestly stay in the college. Reading."
Sangsang laughed, and finally a relaxed expression appeared on his dark little face, and said: "Yes, the academy is such a good place, the young master can know so many talented people of the same age, you must cherish it." /
Ning Que is very uncomfortable with Sangsang suddenly becoming an attacker. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and looked at the roof. The right hand stretched out under the bed was using his finger to calculate. The so-called same age, in fact, he is better than Are they seven or eight years older?
On the second day, the college officially opened for classes. Ning Que and Sangsang woke up again early in the morning. After washing and eating, Sangsang stood at the door of the shop to see him off. Ning Que boarded the carriage alone. The two masters and servants are now big households with a net worth of more than two thousand taels. Although they are still thrifty, they don't mind the extravagance of a long-term carriage.
It was just in the dark, the south gate of Chang'an City opened, and dozens of carriages with obvious logos of the college came out one after another. Depending on the number of carriages, most of the students in the college were still reluctant to travel back and forth and chose to live on campus for a long time.
Along the Liuyin Official Road, you can see flowers and fields and water shadows all the way, and the curtains are lifted. Goodbye to that steep mountain and the meadow flowers and trees that stretch like a sea at the foot of the mountain, although this is the second time I have seen this After seeing the scene, Ning Que still couldn't help feeling again, as if such wonderful fairyland could actually appear in the world, in the bustling and noisy suburbs of Chang'an.
More than ten black carriages were climbing on the green meadows and arrived at the main entrance of the academy in a short time. The students got out of the car and greeted each other with humor. The unremarkable Jianshu Shimen had been surrounded long ago. Many inpatients who entered the examination room together yesterday greeted each other, and the quiet gate suddenly became lively.
The young students are uniformly dressed in the cyan left-breasted robe of the academy. The boys wear black turbans, while the girls use ebony updos as hairpins to lift up their black hair, which complements the simple stone gate of Yinyin Lawn. , Coupled with the unique vigor on the faces of young people, facing the rising sun in the east, a breath called youth spreads around.
Ning Que sorted out the blue school uniform on the left side of his body, then took out the small bronze mirror that Sangsang stuffed into the package at night, and checked whether the black head scarf on top of his head was crooked, and then got out of the carriage after making sure that it was correct. .
On admission to the hospital yesterday, in addition to the three of Nanjin Xie Chengyun, he was the most conspicuous, the **** horse tame the **** horse. The students who were chatting at the gate of the courtyard saw him and did not avoid jealousy. But from afar, they greeted him enthusiastically, and it was a good time to talk about the current situation, and to tell the family.
The bells in the depths of the academy rang quietly, and the students stopped talking. They climbed up the steps in the morning light. The corners of the blue academic uniform were blown by the morning breeze. The turban and the hair bun were gradually separated. A sense of dust.
Ning Que, who deliberately slowed down and landed at the back of the crowd, raised his head in the rising sun, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart moved slightly, did not speed up his pace, but looked more carefully at the seat in front of him Jian Zhuo is like the front entrance of the academy with three stone pillars, as well as the ordinary study buildings in Pingzhou above the stone steps.
His Majesty the Academy came here yesterday, the honor guard is rigorous and he is busy taking exams to read the rankings. He hasn't looked at it carefully—the Academy gives people such a strong sense of dust, the mountain behind the courtyard is half hidden among the clouds. It gave people such a strong sense of oppression, but why didn't he find anything special here from yesterday to this morning?
A few years ago, Ning Que didn’t know where the academy was. He only knew how to distinguish the smell of animal urine and how to calculate the flight trajectory of feather arrows. It was not until General Weicheng Ma signed up for him. The academy gradually gained some understanding, such as those glorious history, countless former wise names.
I don’t know why, he insisted that the academy in front of him should not be as simple as he saw. It shouldn’t be just an educational institution that cultivates talents for the Tang Empire, but should carry a greater meaning-- The reason for this understanding is probably related to what you saw and heard on the journey back from the grassland.
"An abandoned apprentice who came out of the academy was a great sword master. Elder Qingchen Lu and His Royal Highness mentioned that the academy was very respectful, but why the people here are similar to me and didn't see any special place?"
He helped the Heila turban on his head and muttered to himself.
At this time, he had walked through the main entrance of the college alone, through the stone ping, away from the main building, and walking in an alleyway where the morning light had not yet poured in. Not far in front of the alleyway was a lively bookstore. I faintly heard the excitement of the students calling friends and talking, but the lane was very quiet.
A sound suddenly sounded in the quiet alley.
"There is no special place in the world, such as the imperial palace, the Haotian Temple, and those unknowable places, so what is special about the Academy?"
Listening to this voice, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand in his sleeve suddenly collapsed, ready to take the **** umbrella in the cloth cover behind him at any time. Instinctively judged as dangerous.
Sometimes a scholar appeared in front of the laneway.
This scholar has straight eyebrows and a simple and amiable look. He is wearing an old cotton robe that looks too thick in spring, and a pair of torn straw shoes under his feet. Both the old cotton robe and the torn straw shoes are full of dust. It seems that I have not been washed for many years, but I do not know why this person looks very clean.
From body to mind, it is extremely clean.
The book student held a volume in his right hand, with a wooden scoop tied around his waist. Ning Que's eyes went back and forth between the book and the wooden scoop, and finally fell on the scholar's face, and the right hand in the sleeve gradually relaxed.
This is a college. No one in the whole world has the courage to do anything wrong here, and although this scholar is covered in dust, he feels as clean as a child. No matter who sees him, he will I want to subconsciously believe in him, as if he should be believed in everything he says and do.
Ning Que's body relaxed, but on the contrary, he became extremely nervous, because he felt that he believed the scholar who appeared suddenly, and he was struggling with life and death since he was a child and determined to trust no one for his whole life. For him, this kind of unfounded and powerfully irresistible sense of trust is a very scary thing.
He could not be hostile to this scholar at all, and what made him even more frightened was that he had a very clear feeling that even if he took out the **** umbrella behind him, there was no way to do anything to the scholar in front of him. Threatened.
The scholar in cotton robe smiled slightly, his gaze fell on the cloth cover behind Ning Que, as if he could see what was inside, tapped the wooden scoop beside his waist and asked: "That umbrella behind you is good, do you want to change it? Click?"
How does this person know if the cloth cover behind me is an umbrella or a **** umbrella? Ning Que felt thirsty between his lips and tongue, and couldn't speak at all. After a long silence, he shook his head firmly.
The scholar sighed with regret, and walked past him with the scroll, never looking at Ning Que again, and walked to a remote side gate of the college.
A lone ox cart parked outside the side entrance of the college.
The scholar walked to the side of the car, saluted the carriage very seriously, then sat on the cowl and picked up the bullwhip.
An ordinary old man's voice in the carriage came out with the rich aroma of wine: "He won't change it with you?"
The scholar smiled and shook his head, then waved the bullwhip, and the bullock cart slowly began to move forward.
In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, the master took his great apprentice to start another trip to the country.
I wonder how many pots of wine he will drink on this trip.
Chop a few catties of plums from a few mountains.