Chapter 90 A fairy tale called the Little Prince

Thinking about these things that he could not fully understand with his IQ experience, Ning Que slowly closed his eyes in the sunshine and began to reconstruct Zhuo's face that was so dark that it could not be black anymore in his somewhat confused mind to strengthen himself. Confidence to clarify one's chaotic and confused thoughts. The clear and beautiful spring sunshine shines beside the rockery of the princess's mansion, on bamboo chairs, and on his body. The brightness is just right and the warmth is just right, and gradually the spring cold he contains in the old bookstore is completely sunburned.

"Are you basking in the sun? But... Mom doesn't let me basking in the sun."

A clear and crisp sound sounded softly behind the chair. Ning Que opened his eyes and looked back and saw a boy's face sticking out next to the rockery. Two smears of apples on his slightly dark and healthy face. It was as red as a whisper, with long eyelashes very beautiful, but the expression on her face was a little timid.

Ning Que looked at this little black face and somehow he thought of Zhuoer, feeling a little sad. He stood up from the chair, bowed slightly to the little boy who had not seen for a long time, and said in a harmonious voice: "I have met the little prince."

The timid little boy was Xiaoman, the stepson brought back by Princess Li Yu from the grassland. On the way from Weicheng to Chang'an, especially after the bloody battle on Beishan Road, Ning Que had a lot of contact with the little boy.

"Why don't your highness let you bask in the sun with your little prince?" he asked with a smile.

"Mom said it's easy to tan." Xiaoman looked at Ning Que seriously and explained: "I am my mother's son, my grandson recognized by His Majesty, and the most proud nobleman in the Tang Empire, so I can be black, but not too much black."

Ning Que couldn't help scratching his head as he listened to the little boy's answer. He could imagine the discomfort of a child from the grassland coming to the prosperous Chang'an City, but he didn't expect that His Royal Highness the prince's education and care would be so rigorous, and explained with a smile: "It's good to bask in the sun occasionally."

The vestibule was quiet. The little boy looked around and found that the teacher's nanny and the palace maid did not notice that they had sneaked out. He showed joy on his face, jumped to the bamboo chair, pulled Ning Que's sleeve, and suppressed his little face and used it. He looked at him with anticipation and said, "Can you tell me a story?"

Ning Que was stunned. He didn't expect the little boy to recognize him, and he didn't expect that he would still be obsessed with the fairy tales next to the fire. Looking at the little boy's eager eyes, looking at the quiet vestibule, thinking that he had nothing to do except bask in the sun at this time, he smiled and sat back on the bamboo chair, signaling the little boy to sit next to him, and said, "I But I can't tell stories, the ones I told last time should be called fairy tales."

"What is the difference between fairy tales and stories?" Xiaoman asked curiously.

Ning Que replied: "The story is complicated, the fairy tale is simple, and it is very happy."

Xiaoman laughed happily and said, "Then I want to listen to fairy tales."

Ning Que thought of some scenes in the past years and couldn't help but smile and said, "This happens to be what I'm best at."

Xiaoman moved his body, closer to him, and prepared to listen intently.

Ning Que thought for a while, looked at him and said, "You are the little prince on the grassland, so I will tell you a fairy tale about the little prince, okay ?"

Xiaoman said happily, "Okay, okay."

Ning Que lay on the bamboo chair, looked at the sky and said, "There are pythons in the forest. They are very big. After capturing prey, they don't have to chew it and swallow it in their stomachs. Then they sleep for a full six months. Time to digest food in your stomach."

Xiaoman opened his big eyes and said in horror: "...It's so terrible. Didn't it mean that fairy tales are all happy?"

Ning Que glared at him, thinking that you are not as good as Sangsang back then, and said, "It's just the beginning, don't worry... When I heard this story, I was more interested in the things in the forest, so I followed my own I imagined drawing a painting, which was a big python devouring a large wild beast. I gave this painting to other adults to see it and asked them if they were scared. As a result, they said: There is a hat. What's so scary?"

Xiaoman clapped his hands excitedly and said, "I understand. You painted the snake as the edge of the hat, and you painted the big beast as the middle of the hat. Are you not well drawn?"

Ning Que was speechless and continued, "What I drew was not a hat, but a snake swallowing a wild beast. Those adults couldn't understand it like you are now, so I simply drew the situation in the python's belly. Come out."

Xiaoman looked at him in confusion and asked, "Isn't it a fairy tale for the little prince? Where is the little prince?"

"It'll come out soon." Ning Que explained, "Wait a little longer and you'll come out."

Not long after, the nanny and the palace maids of the princess's house finally found the vestibule. At this moment, His Royal Highness of the princess also ended the reminiscence with Sangsang. Ning Que held the hand of the little maid and was at the palace maids. He fled with suspicious eyes and ended his visit to the Princess's Mansion as fast as possible.

Walking on the quiet streets of Nancheng, a large black umbrella tightly wrapped in coarse cloth kept slapping Sangsang's thighs. The master and servant walked quietly for a while, Sangsang suddenly said without a head or end: " The princess is a good person."

Ning Que looked up at the sky above the street separated by the sycamore trees, looked at the gradually gloomy clouds, and said, "It seems that it is going to rain."

The bull's head is not right and the ponytail is probably the case. Sangsang wants to say something, but Ning Que doesn't want to say those things, so the former has no beginning and no end to say something, and the latter looks up at the sky and says it's going to fall. rain.

Sangsang stopped, looked up at him with his head raised, and asked, "Young Master, why don't you like her?"

Ning Que felt it was necessary to let the little maid know her true thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Because I don't think she is a good person in the traditional sense, although she is really good to you."

For some reason, Sangsang showed a rare stubbornness on this issue and said seriously: "If Your Highness is not a good person, why did she go to the grassland back then? Why did she treat Xiaoman so well?"

Ning Que looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "If she was a good person, why did she go to the grassland back then? Why did she treat Xiaoman so well? I don't think all stepmothers in the world are bad people, but I also I have never seen any stepmother who regards Xiaoman as more important than her life as she does."

The same two questions can be proved to Sangsang that His Royal Highness the Princess is a good person, but in Ning Que, she has become the opposite example. She is a little confused about what he wants to say and looks at him in confusion.

At this moment, raindrops gently floated down from the spring-like Chang'an City. Ning Que untied the big black umbrella from behind and opened it. He continued to walk forward, saying, "If things are abnormal, they will be a demon. Your Highness, the stepmother, is so young and has a lot of maternal sex? It seems too early to me. I think this is a transference. She moved her feelings for Shanyu to the little boy... In this way, she is about that The Chanyu, who was sleeping in the grassland forever, seemed to have a lot of apology."

"Only we border troops know what an amazing master that Khan is, but just such an amazing person, was he murdered and seized the throne by his idiot brother for no reason?"

"Young Master, what exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that His Royal Highness the Princess will probably regret it in the future, because that Shanyu should really love her, and is also the only man in the world who dares to really love her."

"I can't understand."

"nothing."

After Sangsang was silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke, "Do you think it was His Highness the Princess who killed Shanyu?"

Ning Que did not answer directly, and said, "It seems that your usual stupidity is really just pretending to be lazy."

Sangsang lowered his head and walked under the black umbrella, clenched his small fist slightly, and said, "Where is the evidence?"

"There are many things in this world that don't require evidence."

Ning Que looked at the strands of rain falling outside the umbrella and said, "When she went to the grassland, she could not only resolve the attacks of some charlatans in the empire, but also show weakness in the fight with the queen in exchange for His Majesty's pity. It can win the respect of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and even develop its own strength on the grassland, but she cannot stay on the grassland forever. His Majesty is getting older and older, and the candidates to succeed the throne must be decided as soon as possible. She needs to come back, and as the woman Chanyu loved deeply, she only has one way to come back."

Sangsang lowered his head and whispered, "But when His Highness decided to marry far away, he was only twelve or thirteen years old."

"I started killing horse thieves when I was twelve or thirteen years old. A person's ability is not necessarily proportional to his age." Ning Que held the big black umbrella and gradually accelerated his pace, shook his head and said, "What I just said was just your highness doing. The reason for that matter and can benefit, but in my opinion, what proves the matter best is the sentence I said before."

"We all know what an amazing man that Chanyu died young. Such an amazing man is hard to be framed and killed unless the person who takes action is the one he believes in the most and loves the most."

Sangsang lowered his head and pursed his thin lips, muttering softly, "Anyway, it's all your guess, Young Master."

Ning Que said: "I also hope that the guess is wrong. I also hope that the world is full of fairy tales. The prince and the princess will live happily forever in the end, but look... the prince on the grassland died, and the princess went home. ."

Sangsang raised his head, and a drop of rain slid down her slightly dark cheeks. She looked at him and asked angrily, "Young Master, why is the world in your eyes always so dark?"

Ning Que stopped and looked at her silently. After watching for a long time, he said coldly: "Because from the beginning of my survival and picking you up in the pile of dead bodies on the side of the road, the world I see is so dark. "

After saying this, he also felt his incompetence and walked towards the street with a little ashamed and annoyed. I don't know if it was the shadow cast by the old bookstore in the academy or because he was about to kill someone, he always felt that it was big. The raindrops outside the black umbrella are no longer so refreshing and look a little dull.

Sangsang stood in the rain and looked at his back. He suddenly accelerated his steps and chased after him, chased him under the big black umbrella, and chased him to the side of the guy, then reached up to catch the corner of his sleeve that was hanging down with his right hand holding the umbrella, and then Don't let it go.

The conversation between the master and the servant sounded from time to time under the big black umbrella.

"I thought you, Master, would call Your Highness an idiot again."

"Don't move emotions without moving anything. In the end, it will only hurt others and yourself, so she is really an idiot."

"Then why didn't you scold me just now?"

"I will curse these two words less in the future, because those idiots who are emotional... are all pitiful people."