Tonight, it's too quiet.

This is especially true in this long-abandoned courtyard.

The former court celebrant poured the warm wine into the two jade cups in front of him, straightened his hat belt, and sat upright.

The door was gently pushed open, and a strange man in a mask entered, dressed in black, with a black mask and his hair, ears, and hands wrapped tightly in black cloth.

The superintendent pointed to the instrument and said, "Sit, the wine is just warm, and the taste is just right." ”

"Nope. A man's voice came from under the mask, he took out a short knife from his coat pocket and handed it to the superintendent, the knife was no more than a foot long, sharp in front and curved in the back, very exquisite, the handle of the green and white jade knife, carved into a flower shape, inlaid with gold wire as the edge, filled with red, blue and other gems to form a four-petal flower. Sheath wood, covered with gold, chiseled rhombic flower pattern.

The superintendent took the knife, looked at it carefully for a while, and sighed: "This is the emperor's favorite knife, which I have maintained for nearly ten years, and it is a blessing to use it today to understand my life." ”

"Lord Song, this is the first time you have made a mistake. The man's voice was as flat as water.

Song Kuanshui said: "It is also the first time that Qianmian Lang personally asks for the guilt. ”

Qianmian Lang said: "I want to hear you tell me what the problem is. ”

Song Kuanshui said: "Tang Tian was raised by me since I was a child, and he has been placed in the forbidden place for all these years, and the problem will not be with him." The other two people, who have used it many times, are indeed a little reckless this time, but they have also made arrangements. ”

Seeing that Qianmian Langjun was silent, he continued: "The original plan was to kill the two of them at the time of the joint, so that there would be no flaws. ”

"What about the perpetrator?"

Song Kuanshui replied: "The two witnesses who escaped from the inn where the accident occurred were intercepted in Yubangguo. Tortured, the perpetrator is just one. ”

"One person killed all your thirty good hands?" said Thousand Faces' tone full of suspicion.

Song Kuanshui explained: "According to the testimony of eyewitnesses, it is accurate to say that the perpetrator is not a human, but some unknown humanoid monster. Song Kuanshui stroked his chin and said, "It doesn't sound credible, but those two have no possibility of lying." ”

"It doesn't matter if it's a person or a ghost, what matters is how he knows where the joint is." He is clearly coming for the girl, and the only one who knows the identity of the girl is me and you. ”

Song Kuanshui shook his head slightly and said, "Not necessarily." ”

"You mean?"

"The queen is in charge of the ban, and even if the news of the palace maid giving birth and escaping is tightly covered, it will inevitably not reach her ears. ”

"She?"

The thousand-faced Langjun thought for a moment, and then said: "She has not a firm foothold in the forbidden, and she dares to move this kind of thought?"

"She doesn't dare, it doesn't mean she doesn't dare backstage. It is an open secret that the emperor is suffering from a strange disease. The royal family has no queen, and it is the best time for her boyar family to enter Kyushu. ”

"If the girl is really obtained by them, it will be a bit of a headache. As to whether it is as you suspected, I'll confirm. Qianmian Lang suddenly changed his words, "How is the aftermath handled?"

"It's a small town with a small population, so it's not too difficult to deal with. For the outside world, there was an outbreak of plague in the town, and the people of the town died of illness and their bodies were burned, without attracting unnecessary attention. ”

"Well, that's good. It's a pity that these are extraordinary times, and for the sake of our career, we need to abandon the car and protect the handsome. ”

"Understand, someone has to be held accountable. Song Kuanshui said and pulled out a short knife.

Qianmian Lang grabbed his wrist and said, "Early tomorrow morning, the front page of the "Daily Chronicle" will publish the news about the sudden death of Song Kuanshui, the former court rite supervisor, due to overwork. ”

Song Kuanshui was puzzled and asked, "Sudden cardiac death?"

"I put you in the position of the former court rite supervisor, it took many years of hard work, it is indeed a pity to give up this chess piece, if I give you up again, wouldn't it be even more pity. ”

Song Kuanshui couldn't believe it, and asked again: "What do you mean?"

Qianmian Lang replied: "Song Kuanshui, the former court rite supervisor, needs to die, but if you are no longer Song Kuanshui, you don't have to die with him." You leave tonight, go to An Mo first, look for the 'Ghost Hand Gold', he will give you a face and an identity, and when you recover, you will go to Daxiguo." ”

"You want me to deal with the boyar family?" Song Kuanshui's eyes lit up.

"Don't want to?"

"I can't ask for it!" Song Kuanshui said firmly.

"I want you to be close to them, to be one of them, and you and I will not see each other for a long time to come, and when we say goodbye ... ”

Song Kuanshui hurriedly said: "I will give everything for our cause." ”

"For our cause. ”

Senmian Lang left the deserted house, and under the bright moon, Kyoto became another city—it seemed to be peaceful and quiet to filter out all your worries.

If you are someone else, you may feel lonely. On the contrary, he really likes to be alone, and sometimes the more power he gains, the more freedom he loses, and he knows this.

He slowed down, wanting to extend the rare moment.

Helplessly, the carriage was not far away, and his heart returned to heavyness.

There was another carriage parked next to his carriage, and he climbed into his carriage and pushed open the partition window, which was also a curtain of cloth.

An old voice couldn't wait to say, "You shouldn't be soft-hearted, because the real Thousand Faces will not be soft-hearted." ”

He said, "First, the thousand-faced man is me, and I am the thousand-faced man. Second, I didn't relent. ”

The old voice added: "I mean that if I were to be him, I would not hesitate to kill Song Kuanshui." ”

"He's dead, and I'm not him." ”

The old voice said in a deep voice: "If those who make mistakes are not punished, there will be more and more people who make mistakes." ”

"It's easy to kill someone, but it's not easy to use a damn person's value." Teacher, that's what you taught me. ”

The old voice coughed lightly twice and said, "I can't argue with you." The time is running out for me to become a teacher, and the emperor has agreed to my resignation, and I will leave for my hometown tomorrow. Your master and apprentice will be separated from each other, and there will be no time in the future, so I will nag you two sentences in the end: Qianmian Lang's strength today is the life of several generations, and now you are Qianmian Lang, you must think and act in the way of Qianmianlang, otherwise people will lose their trust in Qianmian Lang sooner or later. Your talent has never been doubted as a teacher. But your heart is not strong enough, no one is more important than our cause, you have to keep that in mind. ”

Qianmian Lang let out a long breath and didn't say, "Yes, teacher." ”

"It will be very useful to give you a parting gift, and when it is time to make a new emperor. The old man's voice finished speaking, and he lifted the curtain and handed over a brown wooden box.

Thousand Faces took the wooden box, opened it in no hurry, and put it beside him.

He was silent for a long, long time, and said gloomily: "The north is getting cold, and the light Luo is thin, don't forget to change your clothes." ”

"Disciple, no difficult thing in the world can overwhelm a strong heart, and it will be up to you in the future. These were the last words left by the old voice.

Senmian Lang listened to the sound of the wheels and walked away, and the teacher, perhaps the last person in the world to understand him, had now left him. He suddenly realized that the freedom of being alone also had a price, and that price was the emptiness and hesitation that loneliness brings. The teacher is right, his heart is not hard enough, even if he has sacrificed the people he loves the most, the people who love him the most, his heart is still not hard enough.

I'm going to overthrow this ridiculous world, he told himself.

I'm going to trample those so-called gods under my feet, he told himself.

If you can hear, then listen, I'm here to challenge you.

The night was still quiet, and in the sky, a star was twinkling, as if in response to him.