Erhu was wearing a gray and extremely unobtrusive coarse linen coat leaning against the wall, and his face was smeared with a handful of dust, and the street was bustling with people, and it would not be long before the wedding procession would pass by.

He had been waiting since dawn, not because he was taking money, but because he couldn't sleep.

After knowing that he was going to do this big thing, Erhu didn't sleep a good night's sleep when he went back, no matter whether this thing was done or not, he couldn't stay in Yicheng.

Therefore, he sold the dilapidated house that could only shelter from the wind and rain, packed up the necessary softness of life, and lived in a cheap inn.

Just wait for the matter to be over, and then go out of the city and stay away from the strife.

If it were the usual ones, Cui Shouzhi would never leave the house.

But today, it is the wedding of Li Yinzhi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, but all officials in the court, whether they are opposing parties or have no friendship, more or less go to the prime minister's mansion after receiving the invitation, which is nothing more than the length of time they stay at the banquet.

Erhu took a dry straw in his mouth, half-squinted his eyes, leaned on the pillar with his arms crossed, his eyes projected out of the narrow eye slits, blocking out all those noisy sounds, and paying full attention to the wedding procession that was about to walk to his street, the sound of suona was high-pitched and excited, piercing the sky.

The crowd was surging in the distance, and in a moment it was already in front of you.

Erhu spat out the dried straw that had been chewed up in his mouth, wiped his face, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at a broken wall not far behind him.

The sound of the stones falling on the ground was very soft, completely muffled by the excited voices.

The second tiger turned around and fled into the crowd, like a drop of water falling into the sea, and disappeared in an instant.

Lian Rui sat on the branch, one leg drooped down, the autumn leaves fell a lot, but he could barely cover his figure, the students in Qiyang Academy were still in class, and most of the teachers walking outside were hurried, and none of them looked up.

In the window not far away, Cen You was writing something on the desk.

"What else is it to write, there are no relatives and no reason, and no one reads the suicide note

。 Lian Rui lowered his head and touched the scabbard of the long sword hanging from his waist.

If it were him, he would have died and died, and what if he had died in a terrible flood?

After a while, there was a festive sound of music outside the courtyard, Cen You stopped his pen and looked out the window, but didn't find Lian Rui, only listened quietly for a while, and then lowered his head to continue writing.

Lian Rui calculated the time, it was almost over, and then he saw a stone thrown in from outside, and it landed right in the flowers, without attracting anyone's attention.

Outside the gate of Cui's mansion, the carriage had already stopped, and after a while, Cui Shouzhi walked out slowly.

The street was quiet, but the sound of laughter could be faintly heard from the distance.

The coachman stood beside the carriage with a newly made whip in his hand, and Cui Shouzhi glanced at him and stepped on the wooden ladder.

The wheels turned, getting closer and closer to the downtown area, Cui Shouzhi sat in the car with his eyes closed, his body swayed slightly from side to side, and the smell of fireworks after the firecrackers exploded drifted into his nose along the swaying carriage curtain, a little choking, Cui Shouzhi raised his hand and pulled the baffle on the window.

Outside the carriage, the coachman flicked the reins hard, and the horse's hooves clicked, mixed in the killing intent that was ready to attack.

After a while, Cui Shouzhi's body tilted to the right, he opened his eyes, his eyebrows locked in doubt, and a faint uneasiness, he reached out and pulled the baffle on the car window, revealing a crack, there was no one on the street outside, but joy could still clearly penetrate his ears.

"Did you make a mistake?"

The coachman's voice came from outside: "Back to my lord, the other road is blocked." ”

Cui Shouzhi closed the baffle again, reached out and pressed his chest that began to beat wildly inexplicably, only once, the carriage suddenly leaned back, Cui Shouzhi's body had no focus, and the whole person also fell backwards, and his back hit the carriage hard, making his face pale in pain.

"What's going on?!"

"Back to my lord, some children threw firecrackers that didn't explode, and the horse was shocked!"

The coachman's voice did not show any panic, Cui Shouzhi's eyes widened, and he hurriedly got up to lift the door, but before his fingers touched the door, the carriage slammed into the side again.

"Stop!"

This time, there was no more sound from the coachman outside.

"Stop!" Cui Shouzhi panicked, got up in embarrassment with his hands and feet, and finally sat up straight in the turbulent carriage like the sea, but he couldn't open the door of the carriage.

Someone was going to kill him.

This was Cui Shouzhi's first reaction when his thoughts returned.

How to kill him?

Who is going to kill him?

Cui Shouzhi subconsciously touched his waist, and reached into his sleeve, which was empty, and there was only a jade pendant left for decoration, which was useless.

He remembered.

Originally, he planned to bring a dagger, but the concubine who was waiting for him to change his clothes in the mansion said that he would come back immediately after a trip, not to mention that it was still a big day for others, and the location was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which one who was not long-sighted dared to make trouble in the Prime Minister's Mansion? Why bring all these sinister things?

Yes, they didn't dare to make trouble in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but they dared to let him die outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Cui Shouzhi thought about the concubine who looked so much in line with his heart, and his whole body was cold.

The car door opened at some point, staggering on the wall of the car, Cui Shouzhi put away his panicked emotions, and hurriedly crawled out, but saw that the coachman had long since disappeared, the horses were really shocked, the fierce neighing, the horses' hooves were thrown wildly, and the crowds on both sides of the street were all crowded together because today was a happy day.

The carriage suddenly crashed out of the corner where no one was paying attention, the crowd made a panicked noise, and the thing was knocked to the ground, and someone was caught off guard, stepping on someone else's skirt or instep, and for a while, man-made disasters broke out.

Cui Shouzhi hurriedly wanted to get out of the carriage, staying in the carriage, there was only a dead end.

The coachman is probably also the other party's person, and the concubine who told him not to carry a weapon on his body, when he goes back alive, when he goes back alive, she must be better than dead!

Cui Shouzhi touched almost all over his body, and there was nothing that could be used to defend himself.

He leaned on the door of the car and looked out, the crowd retreated, all of them were people, no one rushed to save him, and the joy of the wedding procession was still noisy on the street next door.

Cui Shouzhi tried to stop the startled horse, but was bounced back into the carriage just as he was about to reach the reins.

On the last attempt, Cui Shouzhi grabbed the reins of the ownerless flick in mid-air, the smile on the corner of his lips rose, but he caught a glimpse of a cold light in the afterglow, piercing him in front of the door.

The reins were taken off again.

And he, rolled off the carriage.

Someone mixed in the crowd and kicked him hard in the waist, Cui Shouzhi snorted, the whole person originally wanted to roll to the side of the street with his strength, but because of this kick, he rolled under the horse's hooves.

It's silent.

The blood slowly flowed under his body, Cui Shouzhi opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and his chest rose and fell rapidly, but for some reason he couldn't reach his heart anymore, he only felt cold, extremely cold, as if a hole had been opened in his chest, and the cold wind couldn't stop pouring into it, freezing all his blood and bones, and then shattering inch by inch in the next second.

Cui Shouzhi only felt as if he had been knocked open with a hammer little by little, revealing the dirtiest and most unknown ugliness inside.

"Save ...... Save ......"

A broken voice floated out of the old voice, and then dispersed in the eyes of the people who surrounded it.

The wedding procession is long across a street, blowing joy, beating the drums of joy, and everyone on that street is happy @ Go to the book @, saying festive words, picking up the joy candy that was thrown down at random on the ground, everyone wants to have this luck on their faces, until the end of the year.

Erhu rolled up his sleeves, took out a candy from his arms, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

To be honest, it's quite sweet.

He turned and walked deeper into the alley, picked up a stone from the side of the road, raised it in his hand, and threw it into a wall.

On the tree in Qiyang Academy, Lian Rui changed his seat to lean, his fingers rubbed the hilt of the sword for half an hour, and the second stone fell into the grass, as if it had hit some hard wound, only to hear a crisp sound of "da", Cen You in the window raised his head, looked outside, didn't see anything, and lowered his head again.

Lian Rui tightened the corners of his lips, pulled out a cold and hard line, he stood up with his support for the trunk, his eyes glanced down, found a flat place and jumped down, and in just a moment, the figure appeared on the roof of the room where Cen You was.

"Mr. Cen, Master Cui, please tell us at the back door." In the room, a young man spoke.

Cen You raised his head, thought for a moment, put down his pen, and followed the little guy to the back door.

"Isn't it Li Shangshu's wedding today? Why did Master Cui come here? Are you sure it's Lady Choi who asked you to call me? Although Cen You followed, he still kept asking on the way.

The little guy led the way in front and nodded again and again: "It's indeed Lord Cui." ”

Until the back door opened, Cen You stood by the door, looking at the empty alley, and couldn't help frowning.

"Where's Lord Cui? You're not ......."

Cen You was a little angry, but when he turned his head, he didn't see the little guy, only a chill on his chest.

He opened his mouth and took two steps back.

"Yes...... Who is it? ”

Lian Rui held the long sword, poked out half of his head from a wall next to him, and the smile hung on the corner of his lips, like the morning glow on the horizon, brilliant and gorgeous.

"It's me."

Cen You gasped intermittently, and saw Lian Rui reach out and pull out the knife on his chest, and then raised his hand to insert it into another place, the pain rolled into his brain, and Cen You almost didn't catch his breath.

He was not reconciled.

It's not easy to get to this point.

He was not reconciled!

"Who wants you...... Come...... Come...... Kill ......"

Lian Rui lowered his voice and smiled: "Of course it is...... Lady Cui. ”

Cen You's eyes widened: "Don't ...... It couldn't be ......."

The knife was pulled out again, and then stabbed again, blood splashed on Lian Rui's face, he raised his hand to wipe it, and the last knife simply cut Cen You's neck neatly.