A day later, Zhang Ru arrived as scheduled. The location of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is not the broken temple, but Chang Wei's address.

He still has a mask on his face, but this time he has a different face.

Chang Wei held the wooden box containing Li Baiqian's head in both hands and handed it over: "Master Hou, the things you want have been prepared." ”

Zhang Ru took the wooden box, with both hands, and after turning around and putting the wooden box on the table, he asked, "Is there any wine?" ”

Chang Wei didn't know what he was going to do, so he bent down under the bed to check it and moved out a jar of wine that had been dusty for a long time. Use the sleeves of your coat to sweep the ash off the lid of the jar, and then place the jar on the table.

There were ready-made teacups on the table, not good, just some crude porcelain.

Zhang Ru opened the cover, and a strange fragrance came from the wine jar, and at a glance, he knew that this was many years of old wine.

Good wine with heroes, worth it!

poured a bowl of wine, respectfully held the head to Li Baiqian and bowed, and spilled the wine on the ground without leaking.

After doing all this, Zhang Ru seemed to have completed an important ceremony, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Hundreds of thousands of brothers, you will not die in vain." ”

For all this Zhang Ru did, Chang Wei couldn't say that he was moved, but he was still touched.

Regardless of whether this young marquis was cozy or sincere, he at least made his own gesture in front of him, a ninth-rate person.

This is a very difficult thing for the nobles who rely on their own status.

Xun Gui, who thinks he is superior to others, and the achievements that come from fighting with his life make them look down on many people.

Zhang Ru was different, he didn't mean to look down on Chang Wei, let alone look down on Li Baiqian.

"If you can make the prince toast, it will be worth dying for a hundred thousands." Chang Wei whispered.

Zhang Ru squeezed out a smile: "Your task is complete, this matter is only known by God, you know and I know, and you must not let a third person know." ”

Chang Wei patted his chest and said: "Master Hou, please rest assured, although Chang Wei is a ninth-rate person, he disdains to use the means of the lower three. ”

Zhang Ru nodded solemnly: "I'm relieved!" ”

After speaking, he walked out of the dilapidated small house with the wooden box containing Li Baiqian's head.

It's not far from the time given by Lan Tianen, and if you take the head back now, maybe it will be useful. When those people are ready to do it, it will be worthless to take the heads back.

Spending so much money and wasting a living life, this is not a joke.

After Zhang Ru left, Chang Wei watched him until his back disappeared from sight.

Closing the door, Chang Wei, who was a little sluggish, lay down in front of the table and took a hard breath, the aroma of wine was intoxicating, and just one breath made him feel like a world away.

He took the teacup and poured a glass of wine, took a sip of it clean, and held the sip of wine in his chest, and it took a long time before he let out a hearty 'Ah! ’

"Baiqian, Baiqian, the matter is done, are you lonely on Huangquan Road?" Chang Wei looked at the empty table and muttered.

The wine entered the stomach one by one, and the stomach was as uncomfortable as a burning fire, and in this discomfort, there was also an indescribable pleasure.

Men like to drink, mostly because they like the thrill of burning fire.

Half-drunk and half-awake, it seems that he can see through all the grievances and hatreds in this world.

"Ten years of treatment for Xue Jing Kang, fierce and passionate courtiers. The bloody Central Plains passed on the holy order, and did not cross the Yellow River to return to the army. ”

Half-asleep and half-awake, Chang Wei sang Peking Opera, which was about Yue Wumu.

At the end of the song, Chang Wei stumbled, but still managed to crawl under the bed, and found a rusty broken blade from the middle of the bed.

His fingers caressed the rust on the broken blade, and underneath the rust was the chill of the broken blade.

"I think I, Chang Wei, am also a good fighter on the battlefield, but I have no choice but to deceive people too much and cut off my future! Now he has returned to Gyeonggi and served the imperial court, although he has been reduced to a ninth-rate person, he still has the heart to serve the country.

Hou Ye, Hou Ye! Since Chang Wei is willing to fake and be the head of your life, how can he leave a chance for others.

A dummy head, two cheap lives, I hope that one day, Master Hou, you can truly fulfill your ideals.

It's a pity, it's a pity, on this day, Chang Wei is afraid that he won't be able to see it, and on that day, if Hou Ye still remembers Chang Wei's three-inch nails, he will go to Chang Wei's grave and spill a few glasses of thin bar! ”

Chang Wei was the only one in the room, and he was talking to himself.

But the rusty, broken blade was already across his neck.

This person, after receiving Fan Wuyi's letter, made a decision. This decision is that he is willing to use his life to protect a secret that can reassure Zhang Ru.

Since the head cannot be known to anyone, who can know that the head man is dead?

The blade slashed across his neck, blood gushed out, Chang Wei knelt on one knee, and the broken blade was stabbed on the wooden table by him at the last moment.

A soldier who had killed countless enemies on the frontier died in a house that was in tatters.

Blood, which enveloped Chang Wei's body, began to spread around, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.

His eyes, which were not big, closed at the last moment of his life. But the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Until his death, he did not regret his decision.

He did not allow his body to rot in the inconspicuous little dilapidated house, and soon after his death, his body was collected. The burial location is the place where Chang Wei has already called Mr. Feng Shui to calculate, and there is already a new grave in that place. There was a man buried in the grave, a scholar named Li Baiqian.

He didn't have any confidantes before he was alive, and after he died, he could only be wronged and buried with Chang Wei, a rough man.

Next to the grave in Xishan, a figure stood in the wind for a long, long time, and the reason why he didn't leave had nothing to do with the plain white clothes on this person's body, nothing to do with this person's identity, only to the two people in the tomb.

Qiushui Yiren, standing in front of the grave is a person named Mu Qiushui, she is a Qinglou woman, but she has been loved by two men.

It's a pity that her identity can't grow old with the two of them after all.

She didn't understand why the two men died, she just took them after they died, according to their request.

The wind continued to blow, and the plain white gauze fluttered and danced on her body, just as the two men watched her dance while drinking.

Many years later, someone brought three or five retinues, appeared on the grave on a white horse, and personally poured the best Hengshui Lao Baigan for these two people who didn't even have tombstones.

At that time, Mu Qiushui knew that the two men did not die unjustly.

After standing in front of the grave for a long time, Mu Qiushui left.

On the other side, a conspiracy is slowly unfolding.