The wind poured in from nowhere, and the charcoal fire in the brazier instantly brightened a lot, and the dark red flames rose, reflecting Ben's somewhat sallow face.

Wen Yanbo was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "What should I do?" Do you want an old man to live? ”

Wang Ning raised his eyes and looked over, shaking his head: "Don't hide it from Elder Wen, I plan to go to Jiangning." ”

Wen Yanbo shook his head: "The old man is not going anywhere." ”

This is not to be refused, and the old man's eyes are also full of joy to die, Wang Ning is a little worried, but with his ability, he is not sure that he can protect the other party under the premise that the old man is completely uncooperative, and he has a faint headache.

In public and private, he doesn't want the old man to go to a dead end, but what can he do now?

In the crackling voice, the old man complained a few words that the newly sent charcoal was not good, Wang Ning turned his mind, and looked at the old man with an indifferent face, and he no longer insisted on it.

The so-called fate is not like this.

Bidding farewell to the old man and coming out of the academy, the sky was already clear, Qin Haoran followed behind, presumably pretending to be in trouble, looking a little unhappy.

Wang Ning knew why the other party was like this, and opened her mouth lightly: "Many things are not undone, but they may not be suitable in a certain scene, Qingqing and I, I will think of an appropriate way." Jiangning, I want to go back, and it is impossible for Qingqing to let go of Qingmu Village, so the matter between me and her ......" Speaking of this, Wang Ning grinned helplessly, "At least I haven't thought of a good way yet!" ”

Qin Haoran was a little angry, but he was helpless, the so-called falling flowers and flowing water, even if it was the current situation, he could only sigh in vain......

When I returned to the General's Mansion, it was already midnight, and the weather was cold, and only a guy with brain problems like Wang Ning would go out in the middle of the night.

Qin Haoran is a martial artist, so he didn't feel much about the change in this weather, so he sent Wang Ning back to the unit's residence, and he left, probably thinking about going to the street to drink flower wine.

Life can actually be very simple, Qin Haoran has always felt so.

At the corner of the long street, the faint candlelight in the lantern overflowed, and the texture of the bamboo strips was also clearly transparent, so that those rough traces could be seen very clearly.

This is just an ordinary wonton stall, the stall owner is old, and the craftsmanship is also a must, this stall has been set up for many years, and only stopped for a while during the previous Hangzhou curfew...... Now that it is put on the table again, there are still many diners.

The three tables in front of the stall were already full, and the old stall owner was very happy to hide behind the heat.

A few days ago, there was a burst of rain that lasted intermittently for a long time, and the chill that came with this rain also made people realize that winter was coming.

The stall owner rubbed his hands together and put away his messy thoughts.

A certain person came from the corner, went straight to the stall and sat down, and the people at the table deliberately avoided him when they saw him coming.

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, and he looked a little fierce.

The stall owner didn't care much, and came over to ask. The middle-aged man raised his head and said, "Uncle, let's go home." As he spoke, he took out a gold leaf from his body.

The stall owner was a little vague and didn't mean to reach out to pick it up.

The middle-aged man snorted and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I can't leave." ”

As he spoke, a group of people had already come out from behind the corner.

There are not many such fires in this city, but for the people of Shengdou, it can also be said that it is a little far away. The old man, who sells wontons, eventually witnesses a massacre, but is lucky to survive.

The man with the scarface died, and he didn't put up too much resistance before he died, and there was a feeling that he actually knew that he had to die, and he came here just to wait for death, but maybe it was to prove something, and the man still made some resistance.

A somewhat farcical massacre is over, and someone comes to clean up the mess, perhaps noticing the ragged table of the wonton stall owner, and they give some compensation.

The old man didn't dare to pick it up, but he was just an ordinary old man, and when he really witnessed a bloodshed, his heart was probably not so easy to recover.

The old man did not know that what he had witnessed had led to an even more tragic situation.

However, some people in the upper circles were quickly caught up.

Aoki Village, which was in charge of order in the city, was the first to strike.

On this day, above the court, the Yasukuni general Mu Qingqing went to the palace with a sword, and anyone could see that she was in a bad mood.

Of course, King Qin's bag was not broken, and he also noticed it.

The eunuch said those words habitually, and the official and military general in the palace shouted long live, and after the ceremony, Mu Qingqing didn't wait for Fang Mingye above to speak, and had already opened his mouth: "Uncle Ming." She did not address His Majesty as usual, but used the same title as before, and as soon as there was silence in the hall, the official of the Imperial Historical Observatory reacted, but was silent when he noticed the sword on his body.

"Uncle Ming." Mu Qingqing looked at the person above again, and said, "It's been a long time since I came out of Qingxi last year. Uncle Ming, I don't want to play anymore......"

After a few words, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, Fang Mingye's face did not change, and his heart was a little bitter, but he had no intention of staying, "If you want to go, go yourself." ”

Mu Qingqing didn't mean to say more, bowed his hand, turned his head and walked towards Bao Bupo, and said word by word: "I didn't have a father or mother when I was not too old, Uncle Bao, you also know, so ah, senior brother is my relative...... But he's dead! ”

Mu Qingqing didn't avoid anything, and the palace was silent again. Bao Bupo said: "I'm also sad that he died, how can I say that I also watched you grow up...... This good man, all of a sudden, went! ”

Mu Qingqing didn't have the heart to fight with Bao Bupo, she walked out and walked away without any nostalgia.

Mu Qingqing knew that all this behind him didn't matter, just like those people in the palace.

She knew that the army in the north had been integrated and had already driven over, and under the other party's kind of offensive, Hangzhou couldn't even withstand a day!

The hearts of the people in the city have not been with them all along, and now more than half of the temple's mind has fallen.

She knew that Fang Mingye would die, Ying Baihua would die, and she might also die!

But no matter what the outcome is, the senior brother can't die in vain, and those who want to reap the benefits can't make their wishes come true so easily.

She is Mu Qingqing, the head of Qingmu Village, she is a Zhuangzi of more than 3,000 people, and now in the Hangzhou General's Mansion, she has 1,000 people!

Back at the General's Mansion, Qin Haoran, who was red-eyed, was already waiting for her at the door, the two looked at each other, no one spoke, Qin Haoran got out of the way Mu Qingqing walked in.

Wang Ning appeared in a wheelchair, she stopped, and said again: "Write a poem, the poem you read when you kill someone......"

(End of chapter)