In the courtyard, the corpse of the military advisor Gu Xi was gradually burned to ashes, and the residual snow on the stone slab gradually melted, turning into a strange island in the shape of a human, and what made these scenes happen was the small fireballs that the deceased had once contemptuously mentioned.

Ning Que stood beside him and watched silently, he didn't know that the senior brother would be satisfied with his cousin in the Winter Garden of the General's Mansion, he was just satisfied with his previous cousin.

The military master Gu Xi was actually such a powerful talisman, this was indeed something he didn't expect, to be able to tear the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into countless small cracks in the flow control, Gu Xi used at least thirty runes, and he could also make these runes not conflict with each other, and the means were really shocking. Faced with the enemy's long-planned means or schemes, he chose the most simple and direct way to deal with it, in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy is as fragile as the remnants of snow in the fire, and he is very satisfied with his previous response.

When that fist blasted open Gu Xi's head, the sadness and stagnation in his chest and abdomen seemed to be blasted away at the same time, and it was open and clear, remembering the ten million stones in front of the Demon Sect Mountain, he understood a lot of things.

Under the shade of the winter tree, he has a lot of unwillingness in his heart, those that make the love unpleasant are the so-called blocks, why pour the blocks, with a haoran qi in the chest is enough, how to raise Haoran qi? When you want to kill the person you should kill, kill him directly, what to look forward to, what to think about the overall situation?

"I came from the mountains, rivers, and grasslands, and I came from the village general's mansion, and I only came to take your life. ”

Ning Que whispered this simplified little poem of revenge written by Sangsang, holding the Pu knife in both hands to erase all the footprints on the ground, he was not worried that he would be caught by Xiahou What kind of evidence of the handle, but he was very careful not to let the world discover the truth that he had fallen into the devil.

After doing these things, he gently jumped out of the gray-white house wall, and in the distance, I don't know which house came from the clear fragrance of green onions again, he was stunned, and then walked out of the alley, his face was calm and serene, where was like a grim reaper who poked out of the netherworld and wanted revenge, just a traveler who was in a hurry to return home.

When Ning Que returned to the General's Mansion, there was chaos inside and outside the Winter Garden, and the faces of all the captains and servants were full of shock and fear, thinking that the news of the death of the military master Gu Xi had spread, he had no expression, and walked silently to the carriage outside the stone gate of the Winter Garden, and took the luggage handed over by Shanshan.

On the stone steps outside the Winter Garden, General Xiahou was saying goodbye to his senior brother, and there was no emotion on his cold face, as if the death of that loyal subordinate had no effect on his state of mind.

Suddenly, Xiahou looked back at Ning Que.

Ning Que looked back at him calmly.

Although he had just cut off one of Xiahou's arms, Ning Que didn't have any vigilance in his heart. He and Fuhou have killed many people and violated many Tang laws, their identities and statuses are not ordinary, as long as there is no evidence and they are not caught red-handed, then there is no way to take them.

Looking at the middle-aged man's slightly raised eyebrows on the stone steps, and looking at the undisguised cold killing intent in the other party's eyes, Ning Que remembered the fist that couldn't be stopped on the shore of Hulan Sea, and then remembered the punch he had hit earlier, and laughed.

At this time, Ning Que wanted to say to Xiahou that I would wait for you in Chang'an City and wait to kill you, but he didn't say anything, quietly picked up his heavy bag and followed the senior brother into the carriage, and then gently pulled Shanshan a hand.

"In fact, the most important thing in being a human being is to be happy. ”

In the humble carriage, the senior brother looked at the street scene of Tuyang City outside the window, and suddenly said: "Hatred can't be washed away by blood, so there is really not much meaning in killing people." ”

Then he looked back at Ning Que and said with a gentle expression: "I'm not talking about any way of forgiveness, of course I don't want you to be killed at any time, it's just that if this kind of thing continues to develop in a cycle, it will be difficult to find an end, and it is very troublesome to keep being avenged." Your brothers and sisters and I can hide behind the academy and not come out, but if you want to enter the WTO, there is no way to hide, even if the name of the academy is as heavy as more than 30 catties of pig's head meat, no matter how strict Tang Law is, if the other party is not even afraid of death, naturally he will not care about this. ”

Ning Que listened to Senior Brother's teachings, nodded in silent thought for a moment, but did not say anything.

The cold wind lifted the curtains of the carriage, and the rich smell of green onions came again from nowhere, and he looked out of the window in confusion. It was almost twilight, and the streets of Tuyang City, which were sparsely populated during the day, seemed to be much more lively, and the sergeants and civilians had joyful smiles on their faces, and the bloody incident that occurred not long ago did not have much impact on the worldly life.

Ning Que didn't know what to think, jumped out of the carriage and walked into a souvenir shop that was still open on the street, and after buying some things for Sangsang, when he walked out of the shop, a loud muffled sound suddenly sounded on the city wall in the distance, and he was slightly alarmed, only to see a few fireworks shooting into the air, illuminating the gradually deepening night.

He stood on the side of the street with a paper bag and looked at the beautiful fireworks with a smile on his face.

Today is the New Year's Day, and every household in Tuyang City is making dumplings, no wonder the whole city is filled with the pungent fragrance of green onions.

The sound of fireworks, the fourteenth year of the apocalypse came to an end.

Night has just fallen in Chang'an City.

There was a black carriage parked at the mouth of the alley of Linsi Lane, but there were no horses, and the carriage was dark and seemed to be made of stainless steel and cast iron, and there were intricate lines engraved on it, and those lines carried too much gray so that they looked a little decadent.

A wet rag poked up from the bottom of the carriage and wiped the ash off the complicated lines of the compartment, and suddenly those lines restored their original vitality and became beautiful and vivid.

Sang Sang put the rag into the bucket and scrubbed it vigorously for a while, then wiped his reddened hand frozen by the well water on his apron, glanced at the closed shop door next to the old pen house, and then carried the bucket into the shop with great difficulty.

During the New Year's Festival last year, the shopkeeper Wu and Aunt Wu next to her invited her to have a New Year's dinner with Ning Que, probably because of the disturbance a few days ago, Aunt Wu looked a little sneering when she invited her to dinner at noon today, and she didn't seem to want her to agree.

Sangsang saw it, so she didn't go over to eat.

Walking back to the patio to pour out the dirty water, she looked at the two urns in the corner, one new and the old, and was stunned for a while, and then went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for herself.

The next door invited her to eat Chinese New Year's Eve, Sangsang didn't care, Ning Que was not at home, so she was willing to live a simpler life, after eating noodles, she closed the shop door, and then climbed up the slightly cool North Kang into the futon.

She was born with a weak constitution, and it was very difficult to rely on her body temperature to warm her mattress, and she was used to taking a long time to fall asleep, so she stretched out her thin fingers in front of her eyes, looked at the glow of Haotian Shenhui burning between her fingers, and passed the time, and then counted the silver tickets under the pillow again, and then closed her eyes.

On the last night of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, Haotian seemed to add some fireworks-like beauty to the world, quietly dispersing the thick snow clouds above Chang'an City, and letting the starlight shine on the quiet or lively mansion.

The light starlight fell on the old pen in the 47th lane, on the two lonely urns in the patio, and on the wall of the backyard of the old pen house. There was a lonely cat in the snow at the top of the wall, licking the wounds left by the food of its kind in the winter snow, looking up at the stars, and meowing softly in pain.

For an empire to be strong and powerful, it takes a lot of people to put more effort into it, especially the bureaucracy that keeps the empire running. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, when the people in Chang'an City were still asleep or hungover, many yamen in the imperial court had already begun to work in advance, especially the government offices responsible for the security of the capital.

Dozens of officials of Chang'an Mansion came to Lin47 Lane, the alley on the first day of the Lunar New Year, with thick snow pressed on the gray wall, not as lively and warm as in previous years, but became depressed and solemn.

The officials knocked on all the shops facing the street, and very politely but undoubtedly asked the people in the shops to leave, whether they were visiting relatives' houses or going shopping in Xicheng, in short, they were not allowed to stay in the alleys.

Wu Laoer, who sold fake antiques, scolded and got into the carriage, and when Aunt Wu got into the carriage, she looked back at the closed shop door next to her, thinking that Sangsang was still in the shop, it should be fine, right?

Sangsang was fine, she got up very early as usual, but after eating yesterday's leftovers and scrubbing the tables and chairs, she couldn't find anything to do, so she sat at the table with her chin propped up in a daze.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the old bizhai's shop.

She opened the door.

Outside the old pen are several officials of Chang'an Mansion, their faces are cold and even a little vicious, and the iron chains in their hands tinkle in the cold wind, which should not be blown by the wind, but shaken by their hands.

The middle-aged official in the lead was wearing a cyan official uniform, his eyebrows were slightly white, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

Tie Ying looked at the black and thin little maid in front of her, was slightly stunned, and asked, "You are Sangsang?"

Sang Sang was slightly stunned and nodded.

Tie Ying looked at her and frowned and asked, "Some time ago, did an old man stay with you?"

Sangsang looked up at him.

Tie Ying took out a portrait and handed it to her.

Sang Sang looked at it, confirmed that it was indeed the teacher they were looking for, and said, "He is dead." ”

"I know. Tie Ying said: "This old man is a prisoner wanted by the imperial court, you have taken him in for so long, but you have not reported it to the government, you are suspected of tolerating the murderer, so you have to go with us." ”

Sang Sang thought for a while, looked up at him and asked seriously, "How long will it take?"

Tie Ying and the officials of Chang'an Mansion behind him were stunned.

They had been ordered to arrest the prisoner today, and they had no idea that it was such a young black and thin maid, and that this little black maid did not show any fear, which made them feel a little incomprehensible.

Sangsang then asked, "Do you want to bring a futon?"

(Next chapter around half past five) (To be continued)