Nightfall Chapter 130: The quiet beauty and silence of autumn
Chapter One Hundred and Thirtieth Autumn’s Quiet Beauty and Suicide
Ning Que could see his thoughts at the sight of the female professor, and was a little embarrassed, touching his head and smiling.
The female professor looked at him and smiled and said: “You don’t have to avoid me. I only come to this forest occasionally.”
Ning Que asked respectfully: “Mr. Woman, why do you like this forest?”
The female professor was silent for a moment. She looked up at Lin Shaoqiuye with her back hand behind her, and said calmly: “Years ago, someone who enlightened this sword Lin was the only person I really admired in the academy. Maybe this Jianlin still has some aura of that person, so every time I come to this forest, I feel a little happy.”
“The only person who truly admires?” Ning Que asked puzzledly: “Is the dean enlightenment here?”
The female professor smiled without saying anything.
Ning Que looked at her back, and suddenly found that the slender female professor was looking at the sky with her hands on her back. She felt a sense of magnificence and scratched her head. “If that senior is still in this forest now, maybe sir Will become friends with him.”
The female professor shook her head, and said in harmony: “If we can meet each other, I should test whether his sword aura is so unparalleled.”
Listening to the four-character Haoran Wushuang, Ning Que thought of the old Haoran sword for no reason, but was still clueless.
“There is true meaning in the mountains and forests. Since you can understand the scenery here, don’t waste it, take a look.”
The female professor looked back at him and said: “The practitioners disdain to compete with the world for a while, but they can’t read and appreciate the scenery and go astray. Why should they be indifferent? If you want to go to the frontier fortress to practice, you have to lay a solid foundation this year, otherwise, if you die on the battlefield, wouldn’t it be a shame?”
Ning Que was sincerely polite and taught, and suddenly thought of the word in her words, she curiously asked: “Mr. is not from Tang Dynasty?”
The female professor shook her head, and walked gently toward the forest.
Ning Que looked at her slender and moving back and asked: “Sir, the student still doesn’t know your name.”
“My name is Yu Lian.”
Yu Lian? This is really an ordinary or even tacky name. Ning Que wanted to think that such a generous college female professor would have such a name. Suddenly thinking about that question these days, he couldn’t help but muster the courage to ask loudly, “Sir. , Dare to ask Guigeng?”
Yu Lian smiled slightly, did not stop or look back, and whispered by the forest bank: “If I remember well, asking a woman about her age is very rude.”
Ning Que looked at the figure of the female professor who disappeared outside the forest, and laughed at himself, thinking that if it weren’t for your innocent appearance, you looked like sixteen, and your gentle and graceful manner looked like thirty, how would you think of asking? This one?
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The autumn scenery is beautiful, the sky is high and the clouds are light and refreshing, the layers of forest are dyed red with the shame of the girl’s face, and the morning frost has cleared the world’s dusty hearts. Ning Que calmly studied practice in the academy. He no longer had the eager desires he had in the past. He slowly gradually understood the world of practice. He patiently tried countless times to condense, and kept intimacy with candlelight paper silver ingots. He did not rush to find his own The zombies, occasionally gossiping with Chu Youxian, and Situ Yilan standing in a corner out of the college students’ attention to communicate mathematics issues, using messages and tangerine peels to demean each other, and occasionally bringing two bowls of crab porridge to face each other late at night communicate with.
There is no hatred, no blood, only learning and waiting. He waits for his strength to slowly improve, and waits for the enemy to gradually relax and grow old. He waits for the arrival of winter in the fall. After the winter is spring, the second of the Academy is in spring. The floor is about to enter people, and he will return to the border fortress next fall.
After the four-year-old hatchet murdered, he finally had time to live, not just survive. In future memories, except for the absence of Sangsang, this time in the academy can even be said to be the most peaceful and happy day in his life.
The mountains at the border between Datang and Yan State are also ushering in autumn. The border troops of the two countries stationed in the valley between the soil can not feel any peace and happiness. Although there have been no major wars for many years, they are stationed. The frontier is a drudgery. It’s a bit north here. Once it’s autumn, the temperature will drop extremely. Everyone’s anger becomes frosty and their hands are flushed red. Looking at the sullen and sullen leaves, there is no idea of admiring the autumn scenery.
In the early morning, two men wearing Yan Guo costumes crossed the border and entered the Datang Military Camp. The strongest frontier army of the Tang Dynasty was stationed here, and it was also the place where the army barracks of the generals of the town army was located. The defensive inspections were extremely strict. The two middle-aged men held the secret spy fingerprints issued by the military department and used extremely It took a long time to pass the inspections of the barracks.
Walking into the room of the Intelligence Department in the camp, the younger of the two looked back at the majestic Chinese army tent not far away, his gaze fell on the flying flag at the top of the tent, his eyes flashed coldly. Fleeting.
Entered the tent and confirmed that no one was eavesdropping. Another middle-aged man looked at his companion coldly and whispered: “From Chang’an City to the secret handprint of the Datang Army, the court did not know how much benefit was sacrificed. , Today’s assassination can only succeed, not fail, everything needs to be cautious, you shouldn’t have a look before.”
The young Yanren’s face was full of disdain, and said: “But a butcher’s ear, can it be that I can make him feel that someone wants to stab him by looking from a distance?”
“There are not many people in the world who want to kill the butcher, but he has never died.” The middle-aged Yan Ren looked at him indifferently, and said: “The distance from the central barracks here is accurately calculated by the Privy Council, enough to initiate a sneak attack. , But have you ever thought that if we can sneak attack on him, can he not perceive our existence?”
“Don’t be too careful.” The young Yanren said in disbelief.
At this moment, the middle-aged Yan Ren’s complexion changed drastically and he looked out of the tent incredibly.
Although this place is not too far away from the nearest Liangzhou state capital, because of the strict discipline of the Tang army, the border with Yan State is even more strictly seen. Taking advantage of the mid-winter, the army pressed the border to threaten the enemy. Any military officer dared to return to Suzhou city privately. The tents set up by tens of thousands of frontier troops turned out to be a continuous sea, and the tents with flags flying on them and majestic as hills were naturally the tents of the Chinese military camp of the highest general of the tens of thousands of frontier troops.
There are no soldiers patrolling outside the camp. It is quiet like the back garden of the princes and nobles of Chang’an City. The light in the tent is extremely dim. A windproof oil lamp hangs on the tent wall, gently shining on the toilet bed covered with precious fur .
There is a middle-aged man lying between dozens of precious furs. The man is wearing a plain blouse. His eyebrows are thick as black silkworms, his lips are red like blood, and his burly body is like steel under the thin clothes. In deep sleep, there is also the meaning of killing.
When the middle-aged man sensed something, he opened his eyes and looked somewhere outside the tent, his face was indifferent, his eyes flashing like electricity.