Volume Five, The Pen of God, Chapter Fourteen, Difficulty Sleeping
(I remember I said before that I was not used to input methods and often made myself. Now, looking back, there are many such mistakes. I am going crazy. The manuscript can be replaced and changed. I can't change it in the VIP chapter.
I'm moving, please take care of it. This is the second chapter, and there is another chapter. Let's try to come out halfway.)
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The people in the city guard's palace found that Zhong Dajun was kidnapped without long and began to search around Yangzhou City. The armed forces of the various lords showed strong control ability, and in a very short time, they checked.
After getting some clues, I took a torch and came to this dilapidated temple outside the city.
In the dilapidated temple, they saw Zhong Dajun, who was covered in blood and pools of blood. After confirming that the noble man had no breath, everyone's faces were filled with tension and anxiety.
The famous gardens on the Fuchun River also became nervous because of Zhong Dajun's bizarre death, especially as subsequent clues were found, the atmosphere became more depressing.
"Half an hour ago, the two monks boarded the official ships of Southern Jin. They should have arrived on the lake at this time. Even if they use speedboats to chase them, they are afraid they will have to go to the other side to catch up."
Cui Shi looked at the wrinkles on his old father's face and said after a moment of silence: "The Zhong family's reaction was very strong and asked to send someone to chase him immediately. I was temporarily suppressed."
This owner of Cui Valve looks like an ordinary rich man, but compared with his father, the real master of Qinghe County, he still seems not calm enough.
The old man once served as the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. He had supreme prestige in Qinghe County. He was the best choice, which allowed Qinghe County to regain the opportunity that was hard to find in a thousand years. However, he was such a powerful old man, looking ordinary.
There is no difference between the old slave. In fact, he has met Ning Que as the old slave.
"The Zhong family is just a successful child. He died so miserably. It is natural to react strongly. You handle it well and you should not let their anger destroy the rare peace of Qinghe."
Mr. Cui reached into the copper basin and slowly rubbed the towel that was scalded by boiling water. His tired voice gradually became loosened and said, "But the identities of the two monks must be found."
The most important reason why the Qinghe County clans reacted so low-key to the bloody incident tonight is that the biggest suspect is two monks. In today's world, the Buddhist sect is as low-key as in previous years. However, with the struggle between the academies and Taoist sects, people gradually became increasingly
Begin to be alert to the power of those monks.
The old man covered his hot towel on his face and was silent for a long time. He felt that there should be something else in Zhong Dajun's death, but there was no way.
"Silent, quieter." His old voice passed through the wet towel, mixed with hot mist and echoed constantly in the quiet study. "At this time, Qinghe must be quiet."
Cui Shi knew where his father's concerns or fears came from, but the Xiling Temple could not destroy the Tang Kingdom in one day, so Qinghe would be afraid for a day. What's the use of quietness?
Mr. Cui kneaded the towel into a ball and threw it into the copper basin. He looked at him and said, "You should keep a low profile for tomorrow's birthday party. As for the trick... I'll send their gifts out of the country."
Cui Shi looked at the white cloth on his father's face and suddenly thought with a malicious intention that this was really similar to the scenes of the old man's death. Then he calmly responded and walked out of the study.
The study room was quiet and silent. The old man walked to the desk tremblingly, picked up the tea cup with the right temperature, put it on his lips and drank it lightly. The wrinkles on his face were filled with worries.
The tea cup in his hand was trembling slightly, and the clear yellow tea water rippled into waves, just like his true mood at this time. After knowing the news of Zhong Dajun's death, he was extremely calm like in the past years, but who could know,
He had already begun to fear and became uneasy.
From the beginning of the enlightenment of tribes, he made a grand wish to lead Qinghe County to regain its independence and glory that was thousands of years ago, and to separate himself from those savage and ignorant Tang people, but he never dared to do anything.
Do it, you can only wait honestly.
He was recuperating his body, strictly controlling his diet, and lived for more than a hundred years, and was still healthy, and even lived for many years before he finally waited for that day.
The Master left the world.
Mr. Cui began to make a name in history. But he was still afraid, especially every night, when he watched the bright moon shine on the Fuchun River, he was even in fear that he could not fall asleep.
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The monk Guanhai and Wudao left on a boat and went to Xiling directly to participate in the light festival held by the temple. Perhaps Wudao on the way would get some opportunity from the blood of that night and leave.
Wang Jingluo disappeared into Yangzhou City with a straw hat. Except for Ning Que, no one knew that he had been here, and no one knew where he was hiding now and what he was preparing to do.
Zhong Dajun died, Qinghe County began to feel uneasy, and the famous gardens on the banks of Fuchun River began to be afraid. Ning Que finished what he wanted to do, and left Qinghe and came to Daze.
This is a very ordinary passenger ship. Compared with the Southern Jin Navy ship that was cruising around the Daze, the storm of the South Jin Navy ship, and even slightly larger storms will make the ship swing very hard.
This kind of passenger ship is very slow, and it takes two days to cross the big lake. Those who take this kind of boat are naturally ordinary people without money. The seemingly vast big lake, the quickly boring lake view,
Coupled with the cabin that smells bad but has nowhere to hide, these people who are already a little numb and become more numb. Only the vomiting sounds from time to time can people know that this is a group of living people.
Ning Que sat at the rear of the boat and did not go to the cabin to squeeze out a sleeping position with those people. The two-day journey was not difficult for him. If he was not afraid of attracting attention, he would not even need to eat.
The wind on the lake was very strong, and there was a lot of wetness in it. He sat at the stern of the boat, looking at the white foam on the lake, without any poetry, just thinking about other things silently.
His mind was feeling between heaven and earth. He did not want to alarm the practitioners in the Southern Jin Navy. He was accurately controlled on the lake behind the boat, and part of it fell into the lake.
On that snowy day, he wrote the word on the snow street and cut out tens of millions of swords. From that moment on, even the drunkards and the butcher did not dare to step into Chang'an.
However, he could never be trapped in the city of sorrow forever. He did not want to become a prisoner in Chang'an, especially after the news was uploaded back to Taoshan, he knew that he was leaving.
If the world knows that he has left Chang'an City, what will be greeted will be endless assassination, and it may even be that the next moment, he will see the wine pot swaying in the lake wind on the boat.
He needs to write that word outside Chang'an City.
However, now people in the world are as numb as passengers in this passenger ship. Faced with unavoidable things, they use silence to bear it. Who can be with him?
If no one is in the same way, how can I write the word "hee"?
Ning Que looked at the sand gull on the lake, holding his right hand on the hilt of the iron knife, thinking about this question silently, from daytime to late at night, and then to morning light, the lake surface shone into the fish's belly.
Still nothing has been gained... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and give me rewards. Your support is my greatest motivation.)