Zhang Yiqi struggled desperately, his white fat body wearing only a pair of silk pants bounced like a disgusting worm on the short bed, and his mouth gagged by a towel made a vague cry for help from time to time.

The towel that tied his hands and feet to the short bed was tied with a strange knot, and after the wild boar that was rampant in the Minshan was tied by this knot, even if he struggled all night, he couldn't break free, not to mention that he was now old, and his body was not as good as before, and he had been emptied of wine in recent years, and the so-called struggle was just futile and funny, as for those vague cries for help, they were really no bigger than the mosquitoes.

Zhang Yiqi immediately discovered this in despair, after all, it was a Datang official who dared to ignore hundreds of unjust souls, and at this tense juncture, he actually forced himself to calm down, no longer struggled, but listened attentively to the sounds around him.

There was someone in the room, it was obvious that the person didn't want to hide it, the footsteps sounded steadily and clearly from behind Zhang Yiqi, gradually approaching, and he was about to walk in front of him, Zhang Yiqi was trying to see who dared to act so boldly, suddenly thought of something, stiffened all his body, and used all his strength under the pressure of fear...... Closed his eyes tightly.

The murderer who dares to bind up the guests with bad intentions in the red sleeves, can imagine what kind of courage and ruthlessness, if he finds that he has seen his face, where can he still live? Yes, he is indeed the imperial history, but in the history books of the Tang Dynasty, there are many officials who died at the hands of reckless men in the market!

"It's not as fun as I thought. I thought that after being gagged, you would vaguely state that the old man didn't like this tune, then I could use this thing in my hand to make you hurt and be happy, but I didn't expect you to be honest so quickly, okay, open your eyes. ”

The voice is very crisp, calm with a hint of mockery, not like a murderer talking at all, but more like a teenager in a square in Chang'an talking and laughing with people.

Zhang Yiqi thought that he couldn't be fooled, his eyes were closed tightly, and even his closed eyebrows hurt, refusing to open his eyes, but he kept guessing in his heart who this young man was and why he wanted to deal with himself.

"Keep your eyes open, or I'll really blow up your chrysanthemum with something in my hand." The young voice was calm, but it smacked of what it said.

Zhang Yiqi no longer dared to guess the other party's mind, opened his eyes tremblingly, and looked forward in horror-

I saw a young man half-squatting in front of the short bed, looking at himself with a smile from a distance of less than half a step, as if he had met an old acquaintance in another country, but holding a two-foot-long table leg in his hand.

Ning Que looked at the blushing face of the Imperial History Lord very seriously, and smiled very gently: "I will untie the towel on your mouth, but please control your own volume, if your volume is too loud, I have to kill you immediately, I know that many of our officials in the Tang Dynasty are not afraid of death, but it definitely does not include you." ”

But in Zhang Yiqi's eyes, this still childish face, these gentle smiles, but with the coldest taste, the other party did not cover his face, he was not worried about being seen by himself, and even wanted to let himself see it, then there were only two possibilities: the young man had a great background behind him, and he was not worried about the angry counterattack after a royal history was humiliated, or...... He's going to kill himself.

"Do we have a grudge?"

Zhang Yiqi forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and asked, quickly thinking back to his political enemies, the descendants of the criminal officials he had punished, but he sadly found that in the past few years, he had been suppressed by His Majesty's invisible coldness on the edge of the court, and he was not qualified to offend anyone at all, where could the criminal officials have offspring?

"In the general story, many avengers will say at this time, I have no grudge against you, just for the sake of the suffering of the common people in the world, so I have to act on behalf of Haotian, Xu'er and other traitors, but it's a pity ......"

Ning Que shook his head regretfully and said, "We really have a grudge. So I'm not a hero, I'm not a beautiful boy warrior, I'm just a little person who holds grudges. ”

"How old are you, what kind of enmity can we have?" asked Zhang Yiqi in a trembling voice.

Ning Que coughed twice, and then began to chant slowly in the most affectionate tone and with the fullest spirit: "I am from the mountains and rivers, and I want to take your life, I am from the riverside, and I want to take your life, I am from the grassland, and I want to take your life, I am from a small village with no one in Yanjing, and I want to take your life, and I am from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and I want to take your life." ”

When he heard the words of Yanjing Uninhabited Village and Chang'an City's Uninhabited General's Mansion, Zhang Yiqi's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted, he finally knew what kind of grudge the young man in front of him had with him, but it was too late.

If he said that non-stop praise could make the other party stop taking revenge, he definitely didn't mind praising this pile of shit as the most perfect poem during the Tang Dynasty, but he knew that it was impossible, whether it was the slaughter of the village or the destruction of General Xuanwei, it was an unresolved grudge in the world.

Zhang Yiqi looked at the young man in front of him with gloomy and desperate eyes, and he didn't expect to live today, but he still wanted to delay time, and said with a sad face: "I was instructed by others, I just ......"

He was ready to shout for help, he believed that begging for mercy in despair turned into a scream for help, this teenager should not be able to react, as long as the word "help" is out, whether it is his own guards or the thugs of the Qinglou, he will definitely react, and then this young man must also be buried for himself, and even ...... Maybe the boy will forget to kill himself in a panic.

This plan looks beautiful, but the imperial historian, who has lived in Chang'an for a long time, has no idea how the hunters in Minshan will be wary of the seemingly dead prey before cutting the meat of the prey and dividing the skin of the prey. Just as he had just inhaled, and the airflow in the lobes of his lungs was still very far away from his vocal cords, Ning Que's palm had already been inserted through the hole in the short bed.

The tip of the palm like steel stabbed Zhang Yiqi's throat fiercely, and the skin did not show the slightest damage, but the cartilage inside had been cracked piece by piece.

Ning Que stood up, took out an iron nail that he picked up at random and aimed it at the back of Yu Shi's head, measured it in the other party's head with the tip of the nail with yellow rust but was still sharp, and then held the table leg with his right hand and smashed it hard.

There was a slight muffled sound, like the sound of the sharp scimitars of the steppe barbarians piercing the sacs full of wine, and the rusty iron nails pierced Zhang Yiqi's skull, piercing deep into it until it was gone.

Ning Que quickly put a snow-white towel on the back of his head, aimed at the position where the rusty nail sank into the skull, pressed down the towel with both hands, and stood on tiptoe, using all the strength of his body, because the force was too strong, the short bed began to creak, as if it was about to fall apart.

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