Nightfall Chapter 91: Tiefang Chaifang Murders

Chapter 91 Murder in Iron Fang Chaifang

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

Sangsang didn’t know when to loosen the horned sleeves in his hands, raised his face and frowned and asked, “Master, what were you and Xiaoman talking about in the princess mansion earlier? I see those The face of the maid and the maid is ugly."

Ning Que looked at the little girl's pretentious attitude, and couldn't help but think of the scenes that often happened in Minshan in those years, when he was carrying her from this dangerous peak to another dangerous peak, stealing from this cottage to another. When I was in a cottage, I was busy exploring the way, and I was busy telling fairy tales to the little girl in the basket to coax her, so busy, I couldn't help but smile and rub her head, and said: "Telling fairy tales... You know I am good at it."

Sangsang asked curiously: "Which one are you talking about? Cinderella or the Three Little Pigs?"

"Little Prince."

Sangsang frowned and asked seriously: "Little prince? Does he understand?"

Ning Que was startled, thinking that this was indeed a problem.

In the drizzle in the deep spring, the master and servant chatted all the way north, passed through Tongxiaofang, and returned to the East City. Instead of entering Lin 47 Lane, they bypassed the alleyway to the deeper part of the East City. When I walked, Lao Bi Zhai closed the door and rested today. I don't know when Sangsang quietly took back a Pu knife wrapped tightly in the cloth, with a slight rain mark on his shoulder.

The rain is getting heavier and the pedestrians on the streets of Dongcheng are forced to return to their homes or workshops. Ning Que and Sangsang walked to a remote slum in Dongcheng and stopped, holding a **** umbrella. Standing under the eaves of a dilapidated Haotian god's attendant temple with incense and Liao Liao, he looked into the hall and listened to the faint sound of iron strikes in the rain.

Sangsang said quietly, "The iron shop will be closed in a while, the young masters will be busy packing today's orders, and Chen Zixian will go back to the backyard to rest. I heard that he has rarely dropped the hammer himself over the years. At that time, he was the only one left in the courtyard. It happened to be more convenient for it to rain today."

Ning Que looked at the lead cloud in the sky and counted the time silently, guessing that the time should be almost up. He handed the **** umbrella in his hand to Sangsang, said and waited for me, then took out one from behind. I wore the hat I picked on the top of my head and walked towards the west of the workshop, crossing two lanes in the increasingly heavy rain, near the backyard of the iron shop in the workshop.

The tough soles of the boots stepped on the uneven stone road, and they made a light popping sound in the standing water. They were not noticeable at all in the rain. Ning Que looked at the simple wooden door not far away, slowly Stepping forward, the left hand holding the Baopudao became tighter and tighter, silently recalling all the information of the second name in his heart.

The names on the oil paper are important figures in the Xuanwei General Mansion’s Miemen case and the Yanjing Tucun case. They are the results of Zall’s investigations when he was a spy under Xiahou’s military department. It was his sweat and Information in exchange for life.

Chen Zixian, 47 years old, former lieutenant under General Xuanwei, was commended by the court for his first treason by General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan, and was later stripped of his merits and expelled in the fourth year of Tianqi for arrogant war and provocation. The army later suffered misfortunes at home. The wife left with her and returned to his hometown with two young children. However, this man stayed in the city of Chang'an and became a master in a certain iron shop in Dongcheng slums. The poverty was unbearable. Speak.

Those people on the oil-paper list, after the Miemen and Tucun cases, except for two or three high-ranking officials who still enjoyed a high reputation, the others were very bad, the ones who had died in his hands. The Yushi was depressed, and some people were worried all day long, but Chen Zixian behind the courtyard gate in the rain was going down.

Ning Que couldn't understand why. According to the usual inferences or the common passages in the novel, the guys who killed Zhongliang’s conspiracy sellers in the past must be full of flames and flowers at the beginning of their revenge. This will make the people who revenge more. Innate sense of justice and pleasure, but the fact is not the case. Those who he committed to revenge and kill did not seem to live better than him.

Vaguely guessed that it should be the emperor’s means, but he couldn’t confirm it, and he didn’t want to think about it again. Today coincides with heavy rain, coincides with the princess mansion calling, it is a good time for murder and revenge, no matter what the government will do in the future The investigation, I would not doubt it, nor dare to doubt him, this is more important.

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

The surface of the painted wooden door was slightly damp, and pressing his fingers on the door felt a little cold. He listened carefully to the sound from the iron workshop in the front of the courtyard, and listened to the sound of heavy hammers beating the anvils. As he became more and more dense, he slowly raised the left hand holding the cloth wrapped knife, and gently pushed the wooden door open with his right hand.

The old door shaft moistened by the rain made a soft whine similar to a whimper, and Ning Que, wearing a hat, entered with a knife, calmly walked down the broken stone steps, and looked at the squatting outside of the courtyard. The old man said: "Chen Zixian?"

The old man outside the firewood room was wearing an old thin jacket. The corners of the shoulders and cuffs were scorched by the fire. A few blackened cotton sticks out of the cracks in the crisp cloth, looking kind A sense of misery. The old man's gray hair was tied in a random place, and his thick iron-like hands were holding an axe and a wooden block, respectively, chopping wood.

The old man raised his head, a strange color flashed in his muddy eyes, looking at Ning Que who pushed open the courtyard door, looking at the shadow under the hat, trying to see his face clearly, and said after a moment of silence : "I am."

Ning Que stopped and looked up at the surroundings of the small courtyard. He confirmed that all the apprentices were in the front house and there was no one in the courtyard. He turned around and closed the courtyard door and unbuttoned the neck hat with his right hand. Tie the belt, and then slowly hold the front handle of the cloth-wrapped knife, and continue to walk towards the old retired officer.

The hat fell on the rain.

Chen Zixian blinked slowly, his left hand with black mud in his nails loosened the firewood, wiped it on the front of his clothes, and then reached up to his waist and held a knife while holding the axe. With his right hand, looking at the pale-faced teenager who was walking in the wind and rain, he said hoarsely: "It's finally here."

Ning Que's knife is here.

In Lin 47 Lane, Lao Bi Zhai has sharpened the sharp blade with rice water for more than ten days, pulls it out of the sheath with lightning, and easily cuts the old cloth tightly wrapped around the sheath, cutting wind and rain. In the past, one cut to Chen Zixian's neck indefinitely.

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

At this moment, there was a rush of iron strikes in the iron workshop ahead, which overwhelmed the sound of knives in the yard.

In the majestic heavy rain, Ning Que held the knife in both hands, and moved forward with no expression, splitting his neck and cutting his abdomen, Pu knife stirred the wind and rain, nestling with the knife and axe in the old man's hand coldly Friction and drag each other.

Dangdangdangdang, beside the flaming stove, the apprentices numbly sandwiched the burning thick iron, waving heavy hammers and beating them again and again. The sound of wind and rain outside the square was loud, and they heard nothing.

The sound of hissing, the thin robe was cut open, the axe was shaken off, the wrist was cut off, the wind and rain continued to moan, the firewood outside the room scattered all over the place, and it was a short time before Ning Que cut out Seventeen knives were lost, and Chen Zixian blocked the first 16 knives.

Then the sound of the knife disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sound of wind, rain and thunder hammering the cutting board.

Chen Zixian fell down beside the firewood, his body was covered with mud and water stains, a few drops of blood appeared on his old dark face, the thin coat between his chest and abdomen was cut out countless holes, and the gray cotton spread out everywhere. Then, the opening in the middle was extremely deep, deep into his bones and viscera, blood and body fluids of other colors were constantly venting.

The rain dripped from the eaves of the pyre, on his gray hair, on the sad wrinkles on his forehead, and then ran over his dark cheeks, quickly washing away the few drops of blood.

Ning Que lowered his head and slowly retracted his sword. He looked at his sharply undulating chest and the extremely dangerous axe mark on his chest. He couldn't help frowning. He did not expect that an ordinary general in Datang back then After so many years of suffering and hardship at the bottom of the market, they still possess such a powerful combat effectiveness.

Chen Zixian looked at the teenager in front of him with muddy eyes, a few **** hos in his throat seemed to have a lot of sputum, he coughed a few times in pain, and coughed up two mouthfuls of **** sputum, and said weakly: "I thought I had been This world is forgotten."

"You are indeed the most forgotten person among those people. I think it's probably because of a betrayer. No one in the court dared to use you boldly. I don't know if you have Regret it."

Ning Que wiped the cold rain on his face, looked at the dying old man and said, "But it is precisely because you have been forgotten by the world, so I don’t think killing you will cause much trouble. In addition, I was admitted to the academy, killing you is regarded as an essential part of the celebration, just like flowers and pigeons."

Chen Zixian’s old and weak eyes were full of perplexity, and he whispered: "Have fun."

"It's still early, and it will take a long time for your poor apprentices to complete today's order."

Ning Que raised his head and glanced at the sky. The rain cloud was hanging like a curtain of rain, and he couldn't 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, these You have made me very unhappy over the years, so don't expect to die too happy."

"I have a poem to read to you." He looked at the dying old man in the pyre, without any expression on his face, and said calmly: "I come from the riverside of the mountains and rivers, I come from the prairie swallows, I Coming from the general's mansion, I will take your life."

Hearing the words General Mansion, Chen Zixian's muddy eyes suddenly brightened, and the expression on his face gradually became relieved. His trembling hands subconsciously drew on the wet pyre, staring at Ning Que’s Qingzhi Zhang The face, trembling said: "So, it turns out that... the general's son is still alive, you...you said...you were admitted to the academy, it's so good... so good, I lived so tired all these years, before I died Do you know... The general's son is still alive... He's alive... I can really look down."

"Who is not tired while a person is alive?" Ning Que looked down at the potholes in front of his feet that were hit by the rain, and said in a low voice: "If you want to learn calligraphy, you must learn Olympiad, you must learn piano painting. I have to sit on the back seat of my mother’s bicycle and run around this weekend. In the end, the Children’s Palace is more familiar than home. Do you think I’m tired?"

Chen Zixian didn't understand this passage, clutching the bleeding knife, shook his head in pain.