Chapter 36: Penetrating the heart and liver, calming the face
The Yulin Army imposed a blockade and martial law on Lin 47 Lane, but more and more Chang'an people gathered around to watch, regardless of the slightly cold rain that wet their bodies. People were nervous or uneasy, excited or regretful.
The black-faced man under the wall was wondering what happened.
Ning Que stood in the rain holding a black umbrella, looking at Zhuoer sitting in the rain from a distance through the crowd, with a calm expression on his face, looking very focused and serious, as if he wanted to engrav that face in his mind forever
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When we met in Minshan seven years ago, this face was so dark. Why are you so dark? Blacker than the bottom of a pot. Blacker than mulberry. Blacker than the night. But after seven years of not seeing each other, Xiao Heizi became
Black man, after all, this face is still a bit unfamiliar, so at this last moment, he has to look at it carefully and remember it firmly.
Zhuoer, who had always closed his eyes, was carried away from Lin 47 Lane by the sergeants of the Yulin Army. The onlookers dispersed. Ning Que and Sang Sang walked back to the shop huddled under the black umbrella. They seemed calm, but Sang Sang could clearly see
It felt like there was no sparkle in his eyes, like a body that had lost its soul.
After the shop door closed, Ning Que sat in an armchair and was silent for a long time, then whispered: "Let's eat noodles tonight."
"Okay." Sangsang replied as quickly as possible, threw the book and powder box aside and entered the back house.
After eating a bowl of noodle soup with three fried eggs specially made by Sang Sang, Ning Que's mood seemed to have completely returned to normal. He even joked with her after putting down the bowl and chopsticks, but his laughter was inevitably a bit dry.
In the dead of night when the rain stopped, Ning Que walked out of the shop. After making sure that no one was peeping in the dark night, he slowly walked to the gray wall opposite the shop and squatted down. He raised his arms and slowly rubbed the wall, feeling wet and cold.
The guy's body temperature was no longer on the wall. He didn't know what the guy was doing here when he was seriously injured and about to die, what he wanted to tell him, how long he waited in the cold rain, and what he thought about while waiting...
The slender fingers froze slightly when they touched a brick. There was a very faint trace of blood on the corner of the brick, and there was also a very subtle small scratch. If you didn't touch it with your fingers, you would never be able to detect it with the naked eye.
Walking back to the shop, Ning Que handed some pieces of tissue paper soaked in oil to Sang Sang and told her to keep it well. Then, in an extremely rare move, he boiled a pot of boiling water and scalded his feet before getting into the slightly cool and moist room.
Bedding. As before, Sangsang slept obediently on the other end of the bed, her whole body curled up like a mouse.
"Seven years ago, I only stayed with him for a dozen days, and then he was taken away by his evil master. But you don't remember those things. He has learned nothing from following that evil master all these years.
, up to now, he is just a spy of the military department, and he is really not doing well."
"We did write letters, but it was seven years before we met again. I don't know what kind of person he has become now. It would be too pretentious to say how deep my relationship with him is...
My relationship with him is really based on mutual use. To be more precise, I used him to know things about Xiahou."
"But he died like this. This is very troublesome. Now I am the only one who knows about the massacre of their villages. Of course I didn't include you, so wouldn't it fall on me?
But now that I’m burdened with a lot of troubles, how can I still have the energy to take care of this matter?”
Sangsang knew that he just needed to vent or persuade himself at this time, and did not need anyone to talk to him, so he never spoke, and gradually he seemed to have really fallen asleep.
Ning Que couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the marks on the corner of the room caused by the rain. He suddenly sat up, put on a single cotton-padded jacket and went to the small courtyard. He took out three old knives from the pile of firewood and put them in the well.
The eaves are lowered and worn.
After sharpening the knife, he still couldn't sleep. He walked to the shop and lit a lamp, poured water to sharpen the ink and moistened the pen. He casually pulled out a piece of torn paper, and the ink from the pen was splashed like a heavy rain during the day, and he wrote a few lines hastily.
"It's so cruel to chase after something, and it hurts my heart and soul, and I can't do anything about it. I haven't been able to get a run, and my sorrow is getting worse, but I can't do anything. I felt choked when I was writing the paper, and I didn't know what to say... Xiao Ningzi paused."
There was no expression on Ning Que's face, and his eyes were calm, which was in sharp contrast with the increasingly miserable and agitated writing on the paper. I don't know when, Sangsang got up from the bed, and the little maid stood beside him in a single coat.
Next to him, he silently looked at the words on the calligraphy, then raised his little face and looked at him questioningly.
"These words were written by a predecessor, and I just copied them." Ning Que explained: "The predecessor's ancestral grave was dug up. Although it was repaired immediately, he could not rush back to see it, so he wrote this in grief and anger.
a few words."
Sangsang nodded, but looking at the confused look in her eyes, she probably still wasn't sure. Ning Que smiled and didn't explain more. He copied this famous post at least ten times. Only tonight, he could probably
Understand what kind of pain can penetrate the heart and liver, and what kind of things can make people feel so choked that they don’t know what to say.
After dawn, the rain stopped.
The sun that had been washed by the spring rain was particularly beautiful. It shone on the quiet Lin 47th Lane, painting the eaves and corners of all the buildings and the gray wall with a beautiful color. The door of Lao Bizhai opened wide, and Ning Que
Sitting in an armchair, holding a scroll and reading, occasionally frowning or smiling at the content in the book, I picked up the teapot and took a sip of tea.
There was a piece of oil-soaked paper sandwiched in the middle of the seemingly idle book. The handwriting that would never be wetted by rain appeared very clear in the oil paper. He was not reading the book at this time but looking at the paper.
This piece of oil paper was stuffed into the wall brick before Zhuoer died. It recorded several names of Liao Liao and some information about his whereabouts and preferences. Ning Que didn't know if this paper had anything to do with Zhuoer's death, but
He at least knew a little bit about what he should do if he wanted to make Drow's death worthwhile or live a happier life after death.
The first name on the oil paper is Zhang Yiqi.
Zhang Yiqi served as the imperial censor, responsible for inspecting all officials and impeaching lawless officials. When this censor Zhang was still the supervisory censor, he was responsible for assisting in the trial of the treason case of General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan, and when he was promoted to the censor
When Shi Tai was in charge of the bookkeeping, he was also one of the officials investigating the case of annihilation of villages in Yanjing.
In thirteen years, he rose from the eighth rank to the sixth rank, which is not a prosperous official career. But Ning Que doesn't care about this. He only cares about the role this person played in the two cases. General Xiahou
Being able to kill enemies on the basis of excuses and escape from massacres of villages, this person obviously played the role that a censor can play.