Nightfall

The **** umbrella is like a black lotus ... Flowing away slowly in the rain and mist of Chang'an City.

Sang Sang didn't know when to loosen the sleeve of the horn that was tightly held in his hand, frowning and asked, "Master, what were you and Xiaoman talking about in the princess's palace? very ugly."

Ning Que watched the little girl's calm attitude, and couldn't help thinking of the scenes that were often born in Minshan in those years, when he was carrying her from this dangerous peak to another dangerous peak, and stealing from this cottage to another cottage. , Busy searching for the way, and busy telling fairy tales to the little girl in the back basket to coax her, and she was so busy that she could n’t help laughing and rubbing her head, saying, “Tell about fairy tales ... you know me This is good. "

Sang Sang asked curiously: "Which one? Cinderella or the three little pigs?"

"little Prince."

Sang Sang frowned seriously and asked, "Little Prince? Does he understand?"

Ning lacked a startle, thinking this was indeed a problem.

In the drizzle of the deep spring, the two masters and servants chatted all the way to the north, passed through Tongxiaofang and then returned to Dongcheng. Instead of entering Lin 47 Lane, they went around the lane and went deeper into Dongcheng. Lao Bi Zhai rested behind closed doors today, and I don't know when Sang Sang quietly hugged back a Park knife tightly wrapped in cloth, with a slight rain mark on his shoulder.

The rain gradually started, and the pedestrians on Dongcheng streets were forced to return to their homes or workshops. Ning Que and Sang Sang went to a remote slum in Dongcheng and stopped, holding a **** umbrella and standing Under the eaves of the shattered Haotian God Ancestral Temple at the incense burner, he looked into the square and silently listened to the sound of iron hitting in the rain.

Sang Sang said quietly and quietly: "The iron shop will close in a little while, the young masters will be busy packing up today's orders, and Chen Zixian will return to the backyard to rest. I heard that he has rarely fallen in the past few years. He was the only one in the courtyard, and it just happened to rain today. "

Ning Que looked at the dark clouds in the sky and silently calculated the time. It was estimated that the time should be almost the same. He handed the **** umbrella in his hand to Sang Za and said to me, and then took out a hat that he did n’t know where to pick it from behind. Dai walked towards the west of Fang West, passing two lanes in the growing rain, near the backyard of the iron shop in the square.

Tough boot sole stepped on the uneven stone road, stepped in the stagnant water and made a slap, not noticeable in rainy days, rather looking at the simple wooden door not far away, walking slowly , Holding the left hand wrapped in Bu Pu knife more and more tightly silently recalling all the information of this second name.

The names on the oil paper are the important figures in the Xuanwei General's House Destruction Case and the Yanjing Tucun Case. They are the results of Zall's investigation when he was a spy in the military department under Xiahou Yu. data of.

Chen Zixian was forty-seven years old, former General Xuanwei's lieutenant general, was rewarded by the court for his promotion of General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan's treason, then Yu Tianqi was expelled from the army for four years due to his arrogant war and was expelled from the army Even with the disaster, his wife was separated from him and returned to his hometown with two young children. However, this person stayed in Chang'an City and became a master in an iron shop in the poor village of Dongcheng. Poverty could not bear to speak.

Those who are on the list of oil papers, after the Mengmen and Tucun cases, except for two or three senior officials who still enjoy the reputation of Houjue, the rest of them are very badly mixed up with the deceased Yu Shi who died in his hands. During the day, some people are scared all day long, and Chen Zixian behind the courtyard door in the rain in front of him is spending all his days.

Ning Que couldn't understand why. According to the usual inference or the common bridge above the novel, when the guys who had cruelly sold the loyal conspiracy sellers at the beginning of the vengeance, it must be that the fire was burning and the flowers were arrogant and happily messed up, so that the revenge people can be more Innate sense of justice and pleasure, but the fact is not so. Those who are committed to revenge and killing, don't seem to live better than him.

I vaguely guessed that it should be the means of His Majesty the Emperor, but he did n’t confirm it, and he did n’t want to think about it again. Today is the heavy rain and the princess palace is calling. It ’s important not to doubt or dare to doubt him.

He looked down slightly at the rain dripping from the edge of the hat, and moved slowly, closer to the door.

The surface of the unpainted wooden door was slightly wet, and his fingers pressed against the door panel felt a bit cold. He listened carefully to the sound of the iron workshop in the front of the courtyard, listening to the sound of the heavy hammers hitting the anvil. Densely, he slowly lifted the left hand of the cloth-wrapped Park knife, and gently pushed the wooden door away with his right hand.

The old door shaft moistened by the rain made a whimper-like whine, and Ning Que, wearing a hat, entered with a knife, walked down the broken stone steps calmly, and looked at the old man squatting outside the wood house in the courtyard, saying : "Chen Zixian?"

The old man outside the firewood house was wearing an old thin jacket, and there were traces of scorching at the corner of the shoulder and sleeve from the years of fire. Several black cotton sticks out from the crack of the crisp cloth, and it looked sad. . The old man's head was garbled in one place, and his thick, iron-like hands were holding an axe and a wooden block, and were chopping wood.

The old man raised his head, and a strange color flashed in his turbid eyes. He looked at Ning Que who pushed the door open, looked at the shadow under the hat, and wanted to see his face clearly. After a moment of silence, he said: "I Yes."

Ning Que stopped and looked slightly around the humble courtyard to confirm that all the apprentices were indeed in the front square. There was no one in the courtyard. He turned back to close the courtyard door and unfastened the neck cap with his right hand. Then he slowly grasped the front handle of the cloth-wrapped Park knife and continued to walk towards the old retired officer.

The hat fell on the rain.

Chen Zixian blinked slowly, his left hand covered with black mud loosened the firewood, wiped the front of his clothes, then stretched to the waist and held a knife while raising his right hand holding the axe, Looking at the pale boy who came from the wind and rain, he said hoarsely, "It's finally here."

Ning Que's knife is here.

At Lin 47 Lane, Lao Bi Zhai sharpened the sharp blade with Taomi water for more than ten days, pulled out lightning from the sheath, and easily cut through the old cloth wrapped tightly outside the sheath, chopping wind and rain, passing by, and moving forward. Cut to Chen Zixian's neck.

Chen Zixian set up a knife, and the two knives intersected a crisp buzz, and raindrops on the blade sputtered out.

At this moment, there was a rushing sound of iron hitting in front of the iron square, covering the sound of the knife in the courtyard.

锃 锃 锃 锃 锃, in the heavy rain, rather lack of hands holding the knife, expressionless forward and forward, split the neck and cut the abdomen, Park knife stirred the wind and rain, rubbing and dragging each other with the knife and axe in the old hand .

Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang, beside the fiery red stove ... The apprentices were numbly squeezing the red hot iron, wielding a heavy hammer and pounding again and again, and the sound of the wind and rain outside the square was great, and they heard nothing. Baidu will fight at night

Hissing sounded, the thin robe was cut open, the axe was shaken off, the wrist was cut off, the sound of humming in the wind and rain continued to sound, the wood piles outside the house were scattered, and Ning Que split between seventeen Knife, and Chen Zixian blocked the first sixteen knives.

Then the sound of the knife disappeared, leaving only the sound of wind and rain and the thunder of hammering the cutting board.

Chen Zixian fell down beside the firewood pile, his body was covered with mud and water stains, a few more drops of blood on his old dark face, the thin jacket between his chest and abdomen was cut out of countless openings, and the gray cotton stretched around, most The mouth in the middle is very deep, deep into his bones, in the viscera, blood and other colors of body fluids.

The rain dripped from the eaves onto the pile of wood, onto his gray head, onto the wrinkled wrinkles between his foreheads, and then ran over his dark cheeks, quickly washing away those few drops of blood.

Ning Que bowed his knife slowly, looked at his sharply undulating chest, and looked at the dangerous axe mark on his chest. He couldn't help frowning, but he didn't expect an ordinary general of Datang to suffer at the bottom of the market. After so many years of hardship, he still has such a powerful combat effectiveness.

Chen Zixian looked murky and unable to look at the young man in front of him. He seemed to have a lot of sputum in his throat. He coughed a few times in pain and coughed up two blood sputums. He said weakly, "I thought I had long been forgotten by this world. Now. "

"You are indeed the most forgotten one of those people. I think it's probably because of the lord who seeks glory. No one in the court dares to use you boldly, and I don't know if you have regretted these years. "

Ning Que wiped the cold rain on his face and looked at the dying old man and said, "But it is because you have been forgotten by the world, so I think killing you should not cause too much trouble. The other is my exam Entering the academy, killing you is regarded as an indispensable part of the celebration, like flowers and pigeons. "

Chen Zixian's weak old eyes were full of confusion, and whispered: "Let's show it quickly."

"It's still very early, and it will be a long time before your poor apprentices complete today's order."

Ning Que looked up at the sky, the rain cloud was hanging like a curtain of rain, he could not see where the sun was, but he knew that he still had a lot of time, and said softly: "As for this kind of thing, you have let all these years I ’m not happy ... so you do n’t want to die too happy. "

"I have a poem to read to you." He looked at the old man in the woodpile without any expression on his face, and said calmly: "I came from the mountains and rivers, I came from the prairie swallowland, I came from the general's mansion , Take your life. "

Hearing the three words of the General's Mansion, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Chen Zixian's turbid eyes suddenly became brighter, and the expression on his face gradually became relieved. His shaking hands subconsciously dragged on the wet woodpile and stared. Ning Que's childish face said with a trembling voice: "So that's it, it turns out ... the general's son is still alive, you ... you said ... you were admitted to the academy, Baidu will fight at night, it's so good ... so good, I I have lived so tired all these years. I knew before death ... the son of the general is still alive ... not alive yet ... I can really look away. "

"Who is not tired when people live?" Ning Que looked down at the potholes of countless yellow turbid water flowers that were hit by the rain at his feet, and whispered: "To learn books, to learn math, to learn piano painting, every weekend I'm going to sit around on the back seat of my mother's bicycle, and by the end I will be more familiar than home. Do you say I am tired? "

Chen Zixian did not understand this sentence, clutching the bleeding edge, and shook his head in pain.

(Walking the dog in the morning, going into the elevator and going home, power outage, darkness, emergency lights flashing, invalid alarm bell, no sound on the intercom, no signal from the phone, forcible cracking of the elevator door, and a two-segment signal for the wife to call , The elevator is between the two floors, and I roared to the police, and at the same time, the text message indicated the floor and the eye-catching sign to regret ... my wife went downstairs to accompany me through the elevator door ... After hours, the police inspector had not arrived, the property arrived, and I came out , Legs are a little soft, came out and smoked a cigarette, and then fell asleep at this time.)