Chapter 135 On the first day of the new year, there is snow in the alley
In the courtyard, the body of military advisor Gu Xi was gradually burned to ashes, and the remaining snow on the stone slab gradually melted, turning into a strange island in human form. What happened to these pictures were the small fireballs that the deceased had once mentioned contemptuously.
Ning Que stood beside him and watched silently. He didn't know that the eldest brother would be satisfied with his performance in the winter garden of the General's Mansion. He was just satisfied with his previous performance.
Military advisor Gu Xi is such a powerful talisman master. This is indeed something he did not expect. He could tear the energy of heaven and earth into countless fine stream-control cracks. Gu Xi used at least thirty runes, and also
The means that these runes do not conflict with each other are really shocking. Faced with the enemy's long-planned means or planning, he chose the simplest and most direct way of dealing with them. In the face of absolute power, any yin plan is like a fire.
Canxue was so fragile that he was very satisfied with his previous response.
When the fist broke through Guxi's head, the sadness and stagnation between his abdomen seemed to be blown away at the same time, and it was open and clear. When he recalled the tens of millions of stones in front of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he understood a lot of things.
Under the shadow of the winter trees, he felt a lot of unwillingness in his heart. Those existences that make the feelings unhappy are so-called blocks. How can we soak blocks? With a ray of great energy in xiong, how can we nourish great energy? If you want to kill, you should kill.
When you are a person, just kill him directly, look at what you look at and think about the overall situation?
"I came from the mountains, rivers, grasslands, and from the village general's mansion, just to take your life."
Ning Que said softly this simplified poem of revenge written by Sangsang, holding the Pu knife in both hands to erase all the footprints left on the ground. He was not worried that he would be caught by Xiahou, what evidence was, it was very
Be careful not to let the world discover the truth that they have become possessed by the devil.
After doing these things, he jumped out of the gray-white mansion wall. There was a clear onion fragrance coming from a house in the distance. He was stunned and walked out of the alley and looked calm and peaceful. He didn't look like a self-contained person.
The Death God, who stretched out his bone claws in the underworld, wanted to take revenge, was just a traveler who was eager to return home.
When Ning Que returned to the general's mansion, there was chaos inside and outside the winter garden. All the lieutenants and servants' faces were filled with shock and fear. It seemed that the news of the death of military advisor Gu Xi had spread. He had no expression and walked in silence.
By the side of the carriage outside the stone gate of the winter garden, I took the luggage handed over to Shanshan.
On the stone steps outside the winter garden, General Xiahou was saying goodbye to his senior brother, no emotion on his face, which was cold and cold. It seemed that the death of the loyal subordinate had no effect on his mood.
Suddenly Xiahou turned around and looked at Ning Que.
Ning Que Shen looked back at him calmly.
Although one of Xiahou's arms had just been cut off, Ning Que had no vigilance in his heart. He and Fuhou had killed many people and violated many Tang Rules. Their status was very ordinary, as long as there was no evidence.
If you are caught on the spot, then you will have no choice but to deal with them.
Looking at the middle-aged man on the stone steps raised his eyebrows slightly, and looking at the cold murderous intent in the other person's eyes, Ning Que remembered the unstoppable fist on the Hulan Seaside, and then remembered the one he had hit before.
He punched and laughed.
At this time, Ning Que wanted to tell Xiahou that I would wait for you in Chang'an City to kill you, but he said nothing. He quietly carried his heavy luggage and followed his senior brother onto the carriage, and then gently pulled the mountain.
A mountain.
"Actually, the most important thing in life is happiness."
In the simple carriage, the senior brother looked at the street scene of Tuyang City outside the window and suddenly spoke, "Hate cannot be cleared by blood, so there is really no meaning in killing people."
Then he looked back at Ning Que and said with a gentle expression: "I'm not talking about the way of forgiveness, of course I don't want you to be killed at any time. It's just that if this kind of thing continues to develop, it's difficult to find any end, and I'm constantly being
Revenge is a very troublesome thing. Your senior brothers and I can hide in the back mountain of the academy and not come out, but if you want to enter the world, you can't hide. Even if the name of the academy is as heavy as more than thirty pounds of pork head meat,
No matter how strict Tang Lu is, if the other party is not afraid of death, he will naturally not care about these things."
Ning Que listened to the elder brother's teachings, thought silently for a moment and nodded, but said nothing.
The cold wind lifted the curtains of the carriage, and the rich fragrance came from nowhere again. He looked out the window in a dawn. It was almost dusk, but the streets of Tuyang City, which were sparsely populated during the day, seemed much more lively, with soldiers and people.
They all had joyful smiles on their faces. The bloody incident that happened not long ago did not have much impact on the secular life.
Ning Que didn't know what he thought of, jumped out of the carriage and walked into a local shop that was still open by the street. After buying some things for Sangsang, when he walked out of the shop, a loud muffled sound suddenly sounded on the city wall in the distance. He was slightly shocked.
Wen, a few fireworks shot into the air, illuminating the gradually deeper night.
He stood by the street with a paper bag, looking at the beautiful fireworks, and a smile appeared on his face.
Today is the New Year Festival, and every household in Tuyang City is making dumplings. No wonder the whole city is filled with the pungent fragrance of onions.
The sound of fireworks, the fourteenth year of Apocalypse ended like this.
Night has just arrived in Chang'an City.
A black carriage parked at the entrance of the alley of Linsi Lane, but there was no horse. The carriage was dull and seemed to be made of cast iron, with complex lines engraved on it. The lines were too much gray, so it seemed a little depressed.
.
A wet rag came up from the bottom of the carriage and wiped off the gray from the complex lines of the carriage board. Suddenly, the lines restored their original vitality and became beautiful and vivid.
Sangsang put the rag into the bucket and rubbed it hard, then wiped his red hands, which were frozen by well water, on his apron, looked at the closed door next to Lao Bizhai, and then carried the bucket with difficulty.
Entered the shop.
During the New Year's Day last year, the shopkeeper Wu and Aunt Wu invited her and Ning Que to have the New Year's dinner together. Perhaps because of the disturbance a few days ago, Aunt Wu looked a little dull when she invited her to have dinner at noon today, and she didn't seem to want to
She agreed.
Sangsang saw it, so she didn't go to have a meal.
Walking back to the patio, she poured out the dirty water. She looked at the corner of the wall, two new and old urns, and then went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for herself. There was no fried egg, but just put a few more green onions, which was considered a thing of the past.
Years old.
The next door would not invite her to have the New Year’s Eve dinner. Sangsang didn’t care. Ning Que was not at home, so she was willing to live a simpler life. After eating the noodles, she closed the shop door, then climbed onto the cool northern kang and crawled into the bedding
middle.
She is born with a cold body, so it is very difficult to heat her mattress by body temperature. She is used to it and it takes a long time to fall asleep, so she put her thin fingers in front of her eyes and looked at the burning between her fingers.
The radiant brilliance of the sky was used to pass the time, and then counted the silver notes under the pillow before closing his eyes.
On the last night of the 14th year of the Apocalypse, Haotian seemed to add some firework-like beauty to the world, quietly dissipating the thick snow clouds above Chang'an City, allowing the stars to sprinkle on the quiet or lively houses.
The light starlight fell on the old Bizhai in Linsuiqi Lane, on the two lonely urns in the patio, and on the wall of the backyard of Lao Bizhai. There was a lonely cat among the snow on the wall.
Tiǎn the wound left after fighting with his fellow men in the winter snow, looked up at the stars and meowed softly in pain.
To be strong and powerful, many people need to make more efforts for it, especially the bureaucratic institutions that maintain the operation of the empire. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, when the people in Chang'an were still sleeping soundly or hangover before they woke up, there were many yamen in the court.
The office has begun to work in advance, especially the government offices responsible for the security of the capital have taken action.
Dozens of yamen runners from Chang'an Mansion came to Linfossil Alley on the first day of the Lunar New Year, with thick snow pressing on the gray walls. They were not as lively and warm as those years used to be, but became depressed.
Become solemnly.
The yamen runners knocked on all the shops facing the street, and asked the people in the shops to leave in a very polite but unquestionable manner. Whether they were visiting relatives' houses or shopping in Xicheng, they were not allowed to stay in the alleys.
Wu Laoer, who was selling fake antiques, cursed and got on the carriage. When Aunt Wu got on the carriage, she looked back at the closed shop door next to her and thought to herself that Sangsang was still in the shop, so there should be nothing wrong, right?
Sangsang was fine. She got up very early as usual. She just finished the leftovers of yesterday and scrubbed the table, chair, pen and inkstone. She couldn't find anything to do, so she sat at the table and supported her.
Chin dazed.
At this moment, the door of Lao Bizhai was knocked on.
She opened the door.
Outside Lao Bizhai are several yamen runners from Chang'an Mansion, with cold and even a bit ferocious. The iron chains in their hands jingled in the cold wind, not because they were blown by the wind, but because they were shaken by their hands.
The middle-aged official in the lead was wearing a green official uniform, with slightly white eyebrows and a vicissitudes of life. He was the most powerful captain Tieying, the Chang'an Prefecture Office.
Tieying looked at the thin black girl in front of her, and was slightly stunned and asked, "Are you Sangsang?"
Sangsang was slightly stunned and nodded.
Tieying looked at her and asked, "A few days ago, did an old man stay with you?"
Sangsang looked up at him.
Tieying took out a portrait and handed it to her.
Sangsang looked at it and confirmed that the teacher they were looking for was indeed the teacher, and said, "He is dead."
"I know." Tieying said: "This old man is a wanted criminal in the court. You took him in for so long, but did not report it to the government. It is suspected of being tolerant, so you have to go with us."
Sangsang thought for a while, looked up at him and asked seriously, "How long will it take to go?"
Tieying and the Chang'an Government yamen runners behind him were stunned.
They were ordered to arrest the prisoners today, but they never thought that they were such a young black and thin girl. The black and thin girl did not show any fear, which made them even more difficult to understand.
Sangsang then asked, "Do you want to bring bedding?"