Nightfall Chapter 14: Difficult to sleep
(I remember I said before that I’m not used to the input method, and I often typed myself as myself. Looking back now, I have made a lot of mistakes like this. I’m going crazy. The manuscript can be replaced and changed back. The VIP chapter is really I can’t change it, please bear with me. This is the second chapter, and there is one more chapter. Strive to... come out half-a-time.)
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It didn’t take long for the people in the city guard’s house to discover that Zhong Dajun was taken abducted, and began to search around in Yangzhou City. The armed forces of the various cliques showed a strong ability to control, in a short time , He found some clues, and then came to this ruined temple outside the city with a torch.
In the ruined temple, they saw Zhong Dajun, who was full of blood and a pool of blood. After confirming that the nobleman was not breathing, everyone's faces were full of tension and anxiety.
The famous gardens by the Fuchun River have also become tense because of Zhong Dajun's bizarre death, especially as the follow-up clues are found, the atmosphere is even more depressing.
"Half an hour ago, the two monks boarded the official ship of the Southern Jin Dynasty. They should have been on the lake by this time. Even if they were chased by a speedboat, they would have to go to the opposite shore 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. They asked to send someone to the ship to chase them immediately. I temporarily suppressed them."
The Cui Clan’s lord, looks like an ordinary rich man, but compared with his father, the real ruler of Qinghe County, he still seems not calm enough.
The old man once served as the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. He possessed supreme prestige in Qinghe County. He turned his hands on to get back to Qinghe County a golden opportunity that was hard to find in a thousand years. However, he is such a powerful old man. It was no different from an ordinary old slave. In fact, he had seen Ning Que as an old slave.
"The Zhong family is just such a successful child. He died so miserably. It is natural to react strongly. You should deal with it appropriately. Don't let their anger destroy Qinghe's rare peace."
Old Mrs. Cui reached into the copper basin and slowly rubbed the towel that was soaked in the boiling water. Some tired voices gradually became hot and unfolded, saying: "But the identity of the two monks must be found out. ."
The most important reason for the low-key response of the Qinghe county cliques to tonight's murder is that the two monks are the biggest suspects. In today's world, Buddhism is as low-key as in previous years. However, as the academy and the Taoism are both defeated, people gradually began to be wary of the power of those monks.
The old lady put a hot towel on her face and was silent for a long time. He felt that Zhong Dajun's death should have other secrets, but there was no way.
"Be quiet, then be quiet." His old voice pierced through the wet towel, mixed with hot fog, reverberating in the quiet study room, "At this time, Qinghe must be quiet."
Cui Shi knows where his father's worries or fears come from, but the Xiling Temple cannot destroy the Kingdom of Tang in a day, so Qinghe will have to fear for a day. What's the use of being quiet?
Grandpa Cui rubbed the towel into a ball and threw it into the copper basin. He looked at him and said: "Tomorrow's birthday banquet, you should also keep a low profile. As for the * tricks... send them out of the country as a gift."
Cui Shi looked at the white cloth on his father's face, and suddenly thought with malicious intent that this was really like the scene when the old people died, then calmly responded, and walked out of the study.
The study was quiet and silent, the old lady walked to the case tremblingly, picked up the tea cup at the right temperature, and drank it lightly to her lips. The wrinkles on her face were full of worry.
The teacup in his hand was trembling slightly, and the orange tea water wafted into waves, just like his true mood at this time. After knowing the news of Zhong Dajun's death, he behaved extremely calmly as in the past few years, but who would know that he had begun to fear and began to feel uneasy.
From the beginning of his enlightenment in clan studies, he set up a grand desire to lead Qinghe County to regain its independence and glory thousands of years ago, and to be separated from those savage and ignorant Tang people. However, what has he been doing? I didn't dare to do it, but waited honestly.
He recuperated his body and strictly controlled his diet. He lived more than a hundred years, still in good health, and he could even live for many more years before finally letting him wait until that day.
The master left the world.
Grandpa Cui began to leave a name in the history of youth. But he was still scared, especially every night, when he watched the bright moon shining on the Fuchun River, he even couldn't sleep in fear.
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The sea monk and the enlightenment will leave the night by boat. They will go directly to Xiling to participate in the light festival held in the temple. Maybe enlightenment will get some chance from the blood of that night and leave.
Wang Jinglue disappeared into Yangzhou City with a straw hat. No one except Ning Que knew that he had been there before, let alone where he was hiding now and what he was preparing to do.
Zhong Dajun died, Qinghe County became uneasy, the famous gardens on the Fuchun River began to fear, Ning Que left Qinghe and came to Daze after finishing what he wanted to do.
This is a very ordinary passenger ship. Compared with the Nanjin navy ship that is cruising around Daze, it is small and pitiful. Even a little bigger wind and waves will make the ship sway very badly.
The speed of this kind of passenger ship is very slow, and it takes two days to cross Daze. People who ride this kind of ship are naturally ordinary people without money. The seemingly boundless Daze, the rapidly boring lake scenery, and the unpleasant smell but nowhere to hide the cabins make these people who are already a little numb become more numb. Only the sound of vomiting from time to time can Let people know that this is a group of living people.
Ning Que sat at the stern of the ship and did not squeeze a place to sleep with those people in the cabin. The two-day journey was not hard for him. If it weren’t for fear of being noticed, he didn’t even need to eat. .
The wind on the lake was very strong, and there was a lot of moisture in it. He sat in the stern and looked at the white foam on the lake. There was no poetry, just thinking about other things.
His thought power is being felt between heaven and earth, and he doesn't want to alarm the practitioners in the Nanjin naval division. He is precisely controlled on the lake behind the boat, and part of it falls in the lake.
In that windy and snowy day, he wrote that word on Snow Street and cut out thousands of knives. From that moment on, it was the drunkard and the butcher, who did not dare to step into Chang'an.
However, after all, he couldn't stay in trouble forever. He didn't want to be a prisoner of Chang'an, especially after Momoyama uploaded the news, he knew he was leaving.
If the world knows that he has left Chang'an City, he will be greeted by endless assassinations. It is even possible that the next moment, he will see the hip flask swaying in the lake breeze on the boat.
He needs to be able to write that character outside Chang'an City.
However, people in the world are as numb as the passengers in this passenger ship, facing the inescapable things, they use silence to endure, who can be like him?
There is no one like me, how can you write that character?
Ning Que looked at the sand gulls on the lake, holding his right hand on the handle of the iron knife, thinking about this question silently, from daytime until late at night, and then to the morning light to illuminate the lake surface as a fish belly.
Still nothing...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)