Chapter 46: Demolition Households in Chang'an City
In the dead of night, Ning Que lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling with his eyes open. He naturally thought that if Xiao Heizi was still alive, there would be no need for Sangsang to risk sending a message to the Zhang family.
There are not many things worth summarizing about today’s assassination. After so many days of preparation, it is very simple to kill an old civil servant without a guard cleanly. When the rusty nail penetrates Zhang Yiqi’s skull, that person is already dead.
It is absolutely impossible to leave behind anything that is not good for him. The following methods are just additional actions. As he explained to Sangsang, it is more in line with the court's expectations for the censor to die in a traffic accident than to die in the bed of a prostitute.
As for the feeling of killing? He doesn't have much feeling. His life in Datang began with a murder and grew up with countless murders. He has killed many people and used more killing methods, which are more cruel than today's methods.
There is a lot of blood. After killing someone, will you feel scared, nauseous, or even afraid of the dark? This kind of situation can only happen to those scholars who are immersed in poetry all day long. As for him, although he will also participate in the admission examination of the academy
, but he is not a scholar at heart after all.
——He is a hunter who kills old hunters, he is a horse thief who kills young horse thieves, he is a natural killer.
But the person killed today was after all a high-ranking official of the Tang Dynasty, the target of whom he had accumulated his will for revenge for many years. The blood that flowed in the general's mansion when he was four years old flashed on the ceiling in front of his eyes. The old housekeeper and the little guy were shocked and lifeless.
Ning Que smiled happily, feeling that the tightness in his chest and abdomen was finally gone.
Sang Sang's little face on the other side of the bed was also full of smiles. She knew that he must be in a particularly good mood today, so she decided to wait until the young master killed all his enemies, including General Xiahou, before hiding the one under the bed.
I took out the box and showed it to him. I believe that when he saw the piece of paper again, he would feel differently than he does now.
Hidden in that box were some writing papers that Ning Que had thrown away at random in the past few years, but which were very good in Sangsang's eyes, and the latest one was the mourning note written by Ning Que on the night Zhuoer died. Ning Que thought that
The paper had been mixed with the garbage and thrown away long ago. Who would have thought that his little maid had secretly hidden it.
After being quiet for a long time, Ning Que suddenly sighed and said with a little regret: "I didn't feel anything wrong when I listened to the poem you wrote last night, but today when I read it in front of that guy
, I always feel like something is wrong, well, I feel a little silly when I think about it carefully.”
This is of course the song "Where do I come from to take your life?" The monotonous repetition, deliberately deepened, and crude and stupid words are really not even as good as a limerick, but the two masters and servants clearly lack
Literary talent, on the night when I drafted the revenge style, I actually thought it was pretty good.
"Then I will revise it." Sangsang replied with a very serious expression: "Master, when are you going to kill the second person? Tell me the time, and I promise that it will be corrected before that day."
Completed the revision before the deadline? How does this feel like writing a magnificent masterpiece? Ning Que thought blankly, and then replied with a smile: "In this case, there is no rush. The second name on the paper seems to be a bit troublesome. I
I don’t plan to take action recently, I’ll wait until Zhang Yiqi’s situation calms down, and I also have to prepare for the admission test.”
"When you were in Weicheng, young master, you were often worried that those old guys would die of illness and old age before the revenge could begin."
"But since I have been waiting for more than ten years, I believe it is impossible for Mr. Haotian to deny me even dozens of days."
Revenge is a comprehensive project, especially when you are just a small person and the targets of your revenge are all big figures in the upper echelons of the empire, this project will be unimaginably complicated and huge. Ning Que is not as lucky as a certain earl, nor is he
Without the forbearance of a certain eunuch, he must be more cautious.
After staying in Lin 47 Lane for two days, he went to the market to inquire about interesting things happening in Chang'an City. He found that the death of the censor Zhang Yiqi did not cause much turmoil, but only attracted countless gossips among the people of Chang'an.
There are countless versions of what happened at the side door of the brothel, but most of the narrators tend to link the censor's death with the fear of his wife's misfortune.
As Ning Que expected, the powerful wife of the Yushi Mansion is now making trouble in the Chang'an Mansion Yamen. However, the Red Sleeve Tactics only closed for one day and then reopened. It seems that although the court has not yet determined the incident.
, but basically everyone thinks that there is nothing strange about the death of the censor.
On the third day, Ning Que knew that he should go to Hongxiu to recruit again, otherwise the performance would be too different from the previous performance, and the girls in the building and the maid Xiaocao would definitely find it a little strange.
This time he decided to take Sang Sang with him. Sang Sang tied up her hair and hid it in a hat, and changed into Ning Que's old coarse cloth clothes.
With his face and extremely ordinary eyebrows, he looked like an inconspicuous young man.
"It's not raining today, so why bring that to attract attention?" he said, pointing to the big black umbrella behind Sangsang.
Sang Sang shook her head and insisted on her opinion, so Ning Que ignored her. He knew that she was worried about the aftermath of the death of Censor Zhang Yiqi, so it would be safer for the two of them with the black umbrella.
However, he did not expect that as soon as the master and servant closed the door of Laobi Zhai, they were blocked by a group of people.
This group of people are all strong men. They opened their chests in the sunny spring, revealing their strong chest muscles and three or two black chest hairs to declare their power and bravery. However, the two people under the tree in the distance looked expressionless when they saw someone making trouble.
The officials of Chang'an Prefecture even showed that their prowess and bravery were recognized by the government.
There was a look of vigilance on Sangsang's little face, and her right hand subconsciously reached behind her to hold the middle part of the big black umbrella tightly. Ning Que, on the other hand, was not nervous at all. He looked at the two Chang'an government officials under the tree in the distance and noticed each other.
He didn't even have a chain or iron hand in his hand, so he guessed the origin of these strong men.
The leader, a muscular man, was about thirty years old. He did not come up and yell insults and then order his men to rush into the old pen shop to beat, smash, and rob, as Ning Que had imagined. Instead, he bowed his fist in a very polite salute.
He said in a deep voice: "You are the little boss, right? I came here once a few days ago, but unfortunately you were not there at that time, so there are some things we can't talk about."
Ning Que glanced sideways at Sangsang, and was about to ask, when he suddenly remembered that she had mentioned something to him, turned around and looked at the man and replied gently: "I wonder what this elder brother has to say."
"I believe you, young boss, now know why your shop is the only one open in Alley 47." The man put forward the conditions directly, "I will buy out your shop rental contract with two hundred taels of silver.
You can go and find another shop. If there are any losses in the process, you can also raise it and we are willing to pay compensation if it is reasonable. But we only have one request for you, and that is... move out immediately."
These conditions are really good. Ning Que looked at these men with emotion and thought that Chang'an City was indeed the best place under the emperor's feet. Even the demolition was carried out in such a grand manner.