Chapter 29 Reunion Seven Years

Everyone sighed at the wine table, and Ning Que and Sang Sang dialed the pickles in the corner in the corner, listened silently, and the sound of drinking porridge was very sighed. He didn't have much impression of the Lord Zeng Jing, but he was remembering the lady who was like a tiger. As for the big show in the palace, he did not know how to talk about right or wrong Anyway, these things have nothing to do with him. He is more concerned about the situation opposite the doctor's house ...

"Compared with Lord Zeng Jing, even the general Lin Guangyuan poured blood mold ... This is not right. Ya's dare to rebel against the country, and it is cheaper to die a thousand times. It's pitiful ""

The old man picked up the chopsticks and poked the salted egg in the dish, and drank the cheap lotus white with the taste of the taste. The head of the people sounded like a watermelon to the ground, that blood ... It was miserable from the bottom of the door. "

"I don't want to speak for that thief, but the things in this world sometimes think of it and think about it. It was really not a taste. One person stood up to speak for the general, and there was no corpse afterwards. "

The old man put down the wine glass, looked around the restaurant subconsciously, looked at the street outside the door, and lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard of Chengmen Lang Huangxing? It is him who betrayed the country, and he wants to ask where this person is now ... The person has rely on His Royal Highness, and now he is mixed! "

"There is also the captain of the Zhaowu school that year. It is said that it is also very good now. I don't know if these people are in the daily flowers of the world, will they think of the head in General Xuanwei's house. If you think of it,"

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The chopsticks are dipped in egg yolk. Although they are slow, they still eat them. The Changan idle people at the wine table drink the daily lotus white share stipulated in the family's wife in the family.

Ning Que and Sang Sang were still sitting at the small table in the corner. The clear porridge on the table was cold early, and the edge of the pickled cabbage was rolled up by the wind blowing, but it was obvious that there was no intention to leave.

"Master, what does you have to do with the General Mansion?" Sang Sang asked carefully.

Ning Que replied with a smile: "Naturally, it is related."

"I ask ... what's the matter, it's not that there is any relationship." Sang Sang corrected it seriously.

Ning Que was silent for a moment, and gradually gathered with a smile, and said seriously: "But this relationship can't be said. You are my maid now. Once you say it, the court will cut us together."

Sang Sang looked at his eyes, knowing that he was talking to a joke, shook his head and said, "Master, you are talking nonsense."

"In my Tang Dynasty, there were no less people who killed nonsense than the barbarians." Ning Que laughed and replied: "Sometimes we all know what is going on, but it cannot be said, because as soon as you say it, you can say When we want to die, so when we have to say, we will always talk nonsense. "

After saying this, he picked up the wooden chopsticks again, rolled up the sleeves on his right hand, his eyes on the five small plates of pickles and two bowls of cold porridge on the desktop, and hesitated what to use next.

At this time, a young man walked into the restaurant. This man was very thin and average-looking. His most obvious feature was black. His dark face looked like the bottom of an iron pot that had been used for many years, much darker than Sangsang.

Sangsang probably rarely saw anyone darker than herself, so she couldn't help but look up curiously, and felt that it seemed a bit rude. When she was about to look away, she was surprised to find this dark and thin young man. Walking towards the corner, her body stiffened slightly, and her right hand reached behind her back to hold the middle part of the black umbrella.

The thin black man did not come for them. He sat directly at the table next to them and asked for some wine and food. Sang Sang felt a little more relaxed and did not notice that the thin black man was facing Ning Que. Sitting there, the distance is extremely close.

When the thin, dark man walked into the restaurant, Ning Que didn't recognize him. After all, when they met in the mountains and forests of Yanjing, they were both very young. The other party called him Xiao Ningzi, and he called the other party Xiaoheizi. Now, after so many years, Ning Que has become a young man, and the other party has also become a young man. A young man with a calm demeanor.

Ning Que picked up a chopstick and put the pickles in his mouth, chewing them like a girl who couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. After chewing several times, she realized that it was the food she disliked the most. Sang's favorite dish is pickled cabbage heads in vinegar.

"It seems that you have been doing well these years." He said while suppressing a smile.

Sang Sang's chopsticks had just reached the plate of vinegar-pickled cabbage heads, with a slightly complaining look on her face. She was wondering why the young master had changed his temper today and wanted to fight with her to eat this food. Suddenly, she heard Ning Que's question and realized that he should He was asking the thin dark man who just walked in. The tips of his chopsticks froze on the edge of the plate.

The thin black man's shoulders twitched slightly, and he seemed to be holding back his laughter. He said, "Why are you not doing as well as you? Even a wicked thing like you was able to pass the academy's preliminary examination, and you actually deceived that little girl back then. It's so damn wicked to become my own little maid... It seems like she doesn't recognize me anymore."

"She was only a little older seven years ago, and she is not a genius like me who is born with knowledge." Ning Que picked up the porridge bowl and responded angrily: "Let's get down to business. What did you do to those bastards who killed my family back then?" How many have I found? And how many of the guys who killed your whole village and helped cover up Xiahou later?"

The dark and thin young man replied: "The whole world knows who the person who first accused Lin Guangyuan of treason was, but the few guys who came out to testify and nailed the case into a solid case are not so clear. Only the ones found There are two guys who were released from prison eight years ago and are still in Chang'an City. It's wonderful to say that these two people are living in ordinary lives now. I don't know if they will regret their decisions back then. "

Ning Que didn't look back, thinking silently, but the dark and thin young man suddenly turned around and said with a frown: "Why do you sit back to back? Why do you have to make so many turns to send a letter? Where did you learn these messy things? Why do I always feel like we are meeting with spies from an enemy country? "

Ning Que helplessly covered his forehead and sighed, looking at his dark and simple face, he said, "Didn't you tell me that you are undercover in some gang under the orders of the military department? How did I know that you undercovers are so unprofessional?"

The dark and skinny young man chuckled, opened his arms and said, "Never mind the undercover, I still want to see what you and Sangsang have become after so many years."

Ning Que reluctantly opened his arms and hugged the other person in the dark corner of this shabby restaurant.

The thin, dark young man named Zhuoer was his first friend in the world.

The time when the two of them met was coincidental, and the reason for meeting was also coincidental. It was such a coincidence that the two of them only needed the time to tell two stories to decide to become each other's companions on the road of life and never deviate from each other.

Because their lives have the same goal: to kill Xiahou.

Or that prince.