As the disciples of the academy, their news was quickly reported to Xiahou.
Xia Hou looked at the candlelight in front of him, his expression constantly changing, and finally took a deep breath and said:
"Since Mr. Da from the academy is visiting, let's invite them over! By the way, let me know and prepare meals. Don't neglect Mr. Da and others when they come to visit late at night!"
"yes!"
The messenger ordered the soldiers to retreat from the tent.
After a while, Li slowly brought Mo Shanshan, Zhuoer and Ning Que to the big tent.
At this time, there was a home-cooked banquet in the big tent. There were no brutal and extravagant dishes like the legendary hericium, nor the rumored General Xiahou who wanted to test the courage of his guests by killing cooked concubines alive. There was nothing on the black wooden table.
There were only elegant side dishes and three-color rice porridge. Everyone around the table ate in silence, and no one spoke.
Ning Que drank a bowl of rice porridge, picked up delicate pickles with his chopsticks, drank another bowl of rice porridge, and put the pickled vegetables into the bowl with his chopsticks. He teased them silently for a moment with the tips of his chopsticks. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the head of the table.
Xiahou.
A word in silence is like thunder.
When both were silent, a glance was like lightning.
As a guest, it is very rude to look directly at the host like this. As a junior fellow in the academy, it is unreasonable to act first when the senior fellow is present. Then Ning Que did this because he really wanted to take a real look.
this person.
As for Zhuoer and others, they ate their porridge in silence. After all, the protagonists at this moment were Mr. Da and Mr. Thirteen of the academy, so naturally they would not overwhelm them.
Of course, there was also a reason why they had to pay attention to the two Ke Haoran in the carriage outside the tent.
Xiahou slowly and seriously ate the porridge in the bowl. Even more slowly than his elder brother. It wasn't until a long time later that he finished eating. He slowly raised his head, looked back at Ning Que and asked, "Why do you keep looking at me, little sir?"
Follow me?"
Ning Que smiled and said, "Because the general is so powerful."
Naturally, no one believed this, and Zhuoer even chuckled in his heart:
"Ning Que is really good at talking nonsense, but to be able to still talk nonsense in this situation seems to be that his character has improved a lot!"
After eating porridge, they drank tea. Xiahou looked at Zhuoer and Mo Shanshan with a tea cup and asked:
"These two are Bookworm and Mr. Zhuoer!"
Mo Shanshan and Zhuoer nodded slightly.
Although there is a deep hatred between Zhuoer and Xiahou, after the battle with Xiahou, he has vented a lot and will no longer be controlled by hatred. Moreover, his strength has greatly increased at this time. To be honest, after being fully prepared, he has no regrets.
He is not afraid of Xiahou, and even has the confidence to win in battle.
For an enemy who can be defeated or even killed at any time, one can naturally face it calmly. After all, no one would be angry with a dead person, right?
Mo Shanshan knew that the next conversation in Dongyuan was an internal matter within the Tang Dynasty. He stood up, bowed slightly, and left with Zhuoer. After all, there were only Ke Haoran, Jian Xiaoxiao and Situ Yi in the carriage at this time.
Lan, it's better for them to stay protected inside.
Mo Shanshan and others left, and Xiahou looked at the tea soup that was as thick as blood in the tea cup. After being silent for a long time, he flicked his wrist, put it into his lips and drank it all in one gulp. His long gown moved with the wind, showing his indescribable heroism.
Casually, just like drinking a glass of double distilled liquor.
The tea soup entered the throat like blood. The general's voice became more and more cold and solemn, and the meaning of gold and stone was loud.
"Mr. Ke back then..."
What was said in the big account was that when Xiahou faced the threat of Xiling and neither the court nor the academy spoke out, he had no choice but to kill Murong, betray Mingzong and join Xiling as a dog.
Xiahou told what happened that year, not because he wanted to change anything, but because he had knots in his heart.
He didn't understand why His Majesty was silent, and he was also a little resentful that the Master didn't speak out.
And Mr. Li Manmanang also told everything about what happened that year. His Majesty did not remain silent, but was ready to meet Xiling's swordsmen at any time. However, the Master was aloof. If Xiling really took action, how could he not speak up.
Everything is just because Xiahou was too nervous about his own sister, so he kept making mistakes one after another, until he reached the point where he is irreversible today.
This time His Majesty sent the Academy to the frontier to practice cultivation, obviously he did not want to use Xiahou. And once His Majesty gives up Xiahou, his role in Xiling will be gone.
A Xiahou who has no value, then his only fate is death. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that the sister in the palace will be implicated by him.
In fact, Xiahou's choice must have been part of the Xiling Temple's calculations. In other words, they had identified Xiahou's character, the character of Emperor Li Zhongyi of the Tang Dynasty, and even the master's detachment.
After many calculations, Xiahou thought that he had been given up by his majesty and his master, so he had no choice but to make a desperate move and become a dog under Xiling's command.
Poor people must be hateful. Although Xiahou's experience was painful, it was entirely Xiahou's own choice.
It’s not like the Master has never interpreted Xiahou. The word “Wuwei” is the interpretation of Xiahou. But like Long Qing, he didn’t understand the meaning at all, so the trouble has reached an irreversible point.
Emperor Tang would naturally not do anything to Xiahou for Xiahou's sake, but once Xiahou was not reused, all the causes and effects of what he had done over the years would be retributive.
The senior brother slowly pushed the tea cup in front of him further away, raised his head and looked at Xia Hou calmly and said: "If you have finished speaking, then it is my turn to say something that you probably don't like to hear."
Xia Hou narrowed his eyes slightly. His fingers tapping on the table had already stopped.
The senior brother asked: "Whose orders did the group of horse thieves who attacked the academy team on the grassland follow?"
Xiahou replied: "I."
The senior brother asked: "Who transferred the more than a thousand cavalrymen of the Tang Dynasty to the Hulan Sea?"
Xiahou replied: "I."
The senior brother asked: "Who wants to shoot my junior brother to death in the mountain road?"
Xia Hou calmly replied: "It's still me."
The senior brother was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said: "In that case, you can return to your old age."
Xia Hou squinted his eyes and looked at his senior brother.
After answering many questions, he only asked one sentence: "Mr. Da wants to interfere in government affairs?"
The senior brother took a sip of tea and said calmly:
"The Master does not allow the academy to interfere with the affairs of the state because he wants us disciples to stay away from such trivial matters as the affairs of the state.
As a guest of the temple, you should be very aware of the Master's visit to Peach Mountain, so you should understand what matters are important in the Master's eyes.
It is a small matter for you to organize a group of horse thieves in the wilderness without telling the court and the temple. It is also a small matter for you to snatch the Heavenly Book. It is also a small matter for you to be a remnant of the Demon Sect. Everything you have done in these years is a small matter in the eyes of Master.
But if you want to kill my junior fellow student in the academy, this is a big deal."
Xiahou was silent when he heard this. Faced with the important matter in Master's heart, he seemed to have no ability to resist, so he could only return to his old age.
But Xia Hou also knew that Gui Lao seemed to have broken free of his shackles, but he was unable to eliminate his own crisis.
Especially the murderous intention in Mr. Thirteen Ning Que's heart, although it was well hidden, was very conspicuous in Xiahou's perception.
If he is forced to retire by the academy, the academy will not take action against him again, and neither will Xiling.
But Ning Que is different. With this blood feud, Ning Que can challenge himself head-on, and Xiling will also take this opportunity to make both himself and Ning Que suffer...