Zhang Yiqi struggled desperately. His white and fat body, wearing only a pair of silk trousers, bounced like a disgusting worm on the short bed. From time to time, his mouth blocked by the towel made vague calls for help.
The towel that tied his hands and feet to the short bed was tied in a strange knot. The wild boar that is rampant in the Minshan Mountains was tied with this knot and could not break free even if it struggled all night. What's more, he was older now and his body was not as good as before.
In the past few years, my body has been drained by alcohol and sex. The so-called struggle is futile and funny. As for those vague calls for help, it is really no louder than the cry of mosquitoes.
Zhang Yiqi immediately discovered this in despair. After all, he was an official of the Tang Dynasty who dared to ignore hundreds of wronged souls. At this tense moment, he forced himself to calm down, stopped struggling, and listened to the sounds around him.
There was someone in the room, and it was obvious that the person did not want to hide it. The sound of footsteps sounded steadily and clearly from behind Zhang Yiqi, gradually approaching, and was about to walk in front of him. Zhang Yiqi was about to see who dared to act so boldly, and suddenly
Thinking of something, my whole body stiffened, and I used all my strength under the pressure of fear... and closed my eyes tightly.
You can imagine how brave and ruthless a criminal who dares to recruit guests with evil intentions in Hongxiu is. If he finds out that he has seen his face, how can he survive? Yes, he is indeed the censor, but the Tang Dynasty
In the history books of China, there are many officials who died at the hands of reckless men in the market!
"This thing is not as fun as I thought. I thought that after being gagged, you would still vaguely declare that I don't like this tune, so I can use this thing on my hand to give you pain and pleasure, but I didn't expect
You have calmed down so quickly, okay, open your eyes."
The voice was very clear, with a hint of sarcasm in the calmness. It didn't sound like a murderer talking at all, but more like a young man from a certain shop in Chang'an joking with someone.
Zhang Yiqi thought that he couldn't be fooled, so he closed his eyes tightly, and even the eyebrows hurt when he closed them. He refused to open his eyes, but in his heart he kept wondering who this young man was and why he wanted to deal with him.
"Open your eyes, otherwise I will really blow your anus with the thing in my hand." The young voice was very calm, but it sounded like he meant what he said.
Zhang Yiqi no longer dared to guess what the other party was thinking. He opened his eyes tremblingly and looked forward in horror——
I saw a young man squatting in front of a short bed, looking at me with a smile from less than half a step away, as if he met an old friend in another country, but he was holding a two-foot-long stick in his hand.
The table legs, at this moment in this scene, looking at them with such concentration, can't help but look a little crazy.
Ning Que looked at the censor's blushing face seriously and smiled gently: "I will take off the towel from your mouth, but please control your volume. If your volume is too loud, I will have no choice but to
I will kill you immediately. I know that many officials in the Tang Dynasty are not afraid of death, but you are definitely not included."
But in Zhang Yiqi's eyes, this childish face and these gentle smiles exuded the coldest smell. The other party did not cover his face, was not worried about being seen by himself, and even wanted to be seen by himself, so there were only two
Possibility: The young man has a huge background behind him and is not worried about an angry retaliation after a royal censor is insulted, or... he wants to kill himself.
"Do we have any grudge?"
Zhang Yiqi forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and asked. He quickly recalled his political opponents and the descendants of the prisoners he had punished. However, he sadly discovered that in the past few years, he had been suppressed by His Majesty's invisible coldness and was suppressed on the edge of the court. He was not qualified to go to the court.
If he offends anyone, how can he have any descendants?
"In a normal story, many avengers will say at this time that you and I have no grudges. We are just for the suffering of the people in the world, so we have to act on behalf of Haotian and kill you and other traitorous ministers. But it is a pity..."
Ning Que shook his head regretfully and said: "We really have a grudge. So I am not a hero, nor am I Sailor Moon. I am just a little person who holds a grudge."
"How old are you? What grudge can we have?" Zhang Yiqi asked in a trembling voice.
Ning Que coughed twice, and then began to slowly chant in the most affectionate tone and with the fullest spirit: "I come from the mountains and rivers, and I want to take your life; I come from the river, and I want to take your life; I come from
Grassland, I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited small village in Yanjing, and I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and I want to take your life."
When he heard the words "uninhabited village in Yanjing" and "uninhabited general's mansion in Chang'an City", Zhang Yiqi's vision went dark and he almost fainted. He finally knew what grudge the young man in front of him had against him, but it was already too late.
If constant praise can make the other party stop seeking revenge, he would definitely not mind praising this bunch of shitty short sentences into the most perfect poem during the Tianqi period of the Tang Dynasty, but he knew that this was impossible, whether it was massacre of villages or propaganda.
General Wei's family was exterminated, which is a grudge that cannot be resolved in the world.
Zhang Yiqi looked at the young man in front of him with dim eyes and despair. He no longer expected to survive today, but still wanted to delay the time. He said with a sad face: "I was ordered by someone, I just..."
He was about to cry out for help. He believed that when his seemingly desperate begging for mercy turned into a scream for help, the boy would not be able to react. As long as the word "help" was spoken, whether it was his own guard or the brothel's thugs, they would definitely respond.
When the time comes, the young man will also have to be buried with him, and even... maybe the young man will forget to kill himself in his panic.
This plan looks beautiful, but the censor, who has lived in Chang'an for a long time, has no idea how vigilant the hunters in the Min Mountains will be about the seemingly dead prey before cutting the flesh and skin of the prey. Just as he took a breath
When the airflow in the lungs was still far away from the vocal cords, Ning Que's palm had already inserted through the hole in the short bed.
The steel-like palm tip stabbed Zhang Yiqi's throat hard. The skin did not show any damage, but the cartilage inside was completely broken.
Ning Que stood up, took out a random iron nail and pointed it at the back of the censor's head. He used the yellow-rusted but still sharp nail tip to measure the opponent's head, and then held the table leg with his right hand.
Smashed it down hard.
There was a slight muffled sound, just like the sound of the sharp scimitar of the prairie barbarians piercing the wine skin. The rusty iron nail penetrated Zhang Yiqi's skull and penetrated deeply until it was gone.
Ning Que quickly placed a snow-white towel on the back of his head, aiming it at the spot where the rusty nails were embedded in his skull. He pressed the towel with both hands and pressed down hard, then stood on tiptoes. He actually used up all his strength, because he used too much force.
Suddenly, the short bed began to creak, as if it was about to fall apart.