After a while, Ning Que stopped pressing down, took off the towel and looked carefully at the back of Zhang Yiqi's head. He used his fingers to push back the hair there, and found that the wound where the rusty nail entered the skull had shrunk to a very small size, and the tiny blood spots had solidified.
, it should be extremely difficult to find if you don't look for it deliberately with a light source.
He lowered his head and looked at the towel in his hand, and found that there was a blood stain the size of a copper coin in the middle of the snow-white towel, and some black spots looked like spoiled wintersweet.
Miraculously, Zhang Yiqi did not die immediately. Instead, he kept struggling and twitching on the short bed in pain. He wanted to scream in pain, but his voice was very hoarse and weak. His eyes kept rolling upward, revealing most of the whites of his eyes, which looked extremely scary.
He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He thought it was Ning Que who hit him hard with a stick. He didn't know what the real situation was. If he knew that an iron nail had been inserted into his brain, he would be frightened.
Scared to death.
"If you are ordered by others, you must have the consciousness to die on behalf of others. But... if you can run to your carriage, maybe I can spare your life."
After saying this, Ning Que untied the towel tied around his hands and feet, threw it into the bucket next to him, and disappeared into the approaching night.
Any words a person hears when he is on the verge of death are like the last straw he catches in the roaring Yellow River. He will subconsciously act according to the other person's words, not to mention that at this time, the censor is already in pain, fear, and uncomfortable.
He had no ability to think and judge, and if there was some sense left in the end, it was just a confused instinctive reaction: no matter whether the cruel young man would let him go or not, he would definitely have to run to his carriage to be safe.
Ning Que stood in a bamboo shadow not far from the side door and looked over there. He found that the time was later than expected, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Just when he was a little worried, he saw Zhang Yiqi, the censor, staggering out of the side door. This man who should have been naked had an extra layer of clothing at some point. His body was shaking violently and he was swaying around. His eyes were blurred and he opened his mouth desperately to shout.
He couldn't shout anything, he looked like a drunkard, more like a fish that was about to die of thirst.
The entourage beside the carriage outside the side door was full of anxiety and didn't notice anything strange at all. He shouted loudly: "Master, I heard that the lady has been convinced that you are here and wants to bring those women over to cause trouble. Let's leave quickly!"
Zhang Yiqi rushed over with a whooshing sound in his mouth. He was about to rush to the carriage, but he couldn't hold on for the last few steps and fell directly to the ground. He stretched out his trembling hands in despair.
He grabbed the attendant's clothes, and the eyebrows on his gray face twitched, making him look extremely distorted and ugly.
Perhaps it was this terrifying expression that frightened the horse into a panic. Only a roar was heard, and the carriage collapsed at this moment!
The carriage shaft timbers scattered like building blocks, directly pressed Zhang Yiqi at the bottom like a hill!
The dust gradually fell, and the few guards stood beside the broken carriage like fools. Looking at the master whose face was bleeding and obviously not breathing, they were a little confused about what happened.
Yes, we know that Madam is indeed very fierce. Master, you drank a lot today and your fear was amplified. When you heard our shouts, you ran faster in fear, but you... how could you just hit the carriage?
Why is this carriage so fragile? It collapsed upon impact!
The movement at the side door had already alerted the thugs and management personnel of the Red Sleeves. They gathered around with livid faces. They ignored the frightened and inarticulate explanations of the accompanying guards and directly controlled everyone present.
Stay, and then send someone to notify Chang'an Mansion immediately.
The people onlookers didn't know who the old fat man who was crushed to death by the carriage was. They just thought he was a poor prostitute who had suffered a bloody misfortune. They pointed at him one after another. But how could the people in the red sleeves move not know this person's identity?
A royal censor died at the door of his brothel. Where could they reason?
Censor Zhang Yiqi became the first official in the history of the Tang Dynasty who boarded the train in panic because of fear of his fierce wife. Unfortunately, his horse frightened his horse and he died tragically under the carriage.
And when the censor was running for the last time in his life, Ning Que, the real culprit behind the incident, was standing in the shadows with his fists clenched, silently cheering for this person in his heart.
Using a sharp blade to pierce the cerebellum for sniping would have a very short buffer period. When he learned how to kill bison with the barbarian swordsmen on the grassland, he had tried it many times, but this was the first time it had been used on a human being, and he didn't know.
How long this extremely weak censor can persist is a small gamble. As for the frightened horse dragging the carriage to pieces, it is not a problem for him.
"Sure enough, we cannot underestimate the powerful desire of officials to be greedy for life and afraid of death."
Looking at the censor who finally managed to run to the carriage and was pushed to the bottom by a pile of tattered wooden cloths, Ning Que sighed silently, quickly turned around and left, holding the snow-white towel and wiping the sweat on his forehead.
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This was his first time killing someone in Chang'an City, so he was inevitably a little nervous. However, what he was thinking more about at this moment was that when Zhang Yiqi finally rushed out, he was actually wearing a coat. At this critical moment of life and death, the Censor
You still don't want people to see your naked body, and you care about your face very much. You can really be called a moral model, dressed like a beast.
At this time, the stewards in the front building and the backyard of Hongxiuzhao had already known the news. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes were trying to find out if there was anything suspicious. Of course, Ning Que would not choose to leave at this time. He walked along the stream to another acquaintance.
In the girl's courtyard, I chatted with her, who had been on vacation with relatives in recent days, and chatted with her. She was probably bored. The girl was extremely happy to see him. Ning Que was also extremely happy, with a smile on his face and he was spitting.
Occasionally, I would dab the corners of my lips with the towel in my hand that looked white and contained ebony plums.
Night shrouded Alley 47, and the master and servant were talking about the previous events on the bed in the back house of Lao Bi Zhai. There were traces of burned towels in the basin beside the bed.
Sang Sang was wrapped tightly in quilt at the other end of the bed and asked curiously: "If this is called forging a crime scene, then why not just fake it and make it look like Ma Feng?"
Ning Que asked in surprise: "Do you know what Ma Feng is?"
"I don't know. I heard you tell stories when I was a kid."
"I told this story? Well, maybe I forgot."
"If the Imperial Censor had contracted a prostitute in a brothel, how could the lady not continue to make trouble? How could the court not investigate? Once the real case-solving experts of the Ministry of Punishment are alerted, I don't have much confidence."
"So our most important purpose is to convince the Chang'an Prefecture that this was a traffic accident - only traffic accidents will not alarm the court - but more importantly, this conclusion is the easiest for the Chang'an Prefecture to force the Yushi Prefecture to shut up.
"
Sangsang was quiet for a long time, and then said shyly in a low voice: "It's very complicated. I can't quite understand it. Master, you have so many things on your mind."
"So you keep thinking about things?" Ning Que used the same tactics as Jian and others to deal with him, and said, "If you keep thinking about things, you will become more and more stupid."
Sangsang replied calmly: "Girl, you should be stupid. Don't people say stupid girl, stupid girl?"
Ning Que was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked with concern: "Are you tired from sending letters to both ends today? Has anyone in Zhang's house seen you?"