The ninety-second chapter of the empire in the early morning of the first volume is washed in blood

Ning Que raised his head, looked at him expressionlessly and said: "But that kind of tiredness is always some benefit, the guy who has studied Olympiad mathematics goes to the academy mathematics subject, and he will not feel difficult when he looks at the difficult questions, but he will only feel that the special two, which is much better than the tiredness in my life." ”

"I came to such a ghost place for some reason, and I lived a good life in the General's Mansion for a few years, but because of you people, the good life is gone, everyone I know is dead, my father is dead, my mother is dead, I was only four years old that year, and as a result, I have to think about the shit of survival or death, do you think I'm tired?"

When he was four years old, he held the knife tightly for the first time, killed for the first time, and then watched the slightly black blood flow down the head of the knife to the fingers into a viscous semi-solid, then he knew that the chocolate hot pot was a very disgusting thing, and afterwards he washed his hands countless times, but he always felt that he could not wash away the smell of blood and the faint rust on the knife, which had been with him for twelve years.

He stretched out his right hand into the rain, letting the rain keep washing, but he always felt that there was still no way to wash off the sticky blood between his fingers, and said with a pale face: "I didn't kill anyone before, but now it's easier to kill people than back then, I haven't been married, but I want to carry a drag oil bottle across the mountains for thousands of miles, looking at a person, I feel that he wants to kill me and then snatch the drag oil bottle away as a wife, do you say I'm tired?"

"It's all because you're so tired, so I can only get easier if I kill all of you, and only when all the blood in your body is gone, I will feel the blood on my hands being washed away, so you can think of it as a cold-blooded revenge, but sometimes I think it's more like washing my hands. ”

Ning Que looked at the dying old man and said, "Use your blood to wash the blood on my hands." ”

After saying this, he squatted down and picked up the woodcutter beside the old man, looked at the old man and said: "As for whether you can turn a blind eye, ask when you see the heads of the General's Mansion after you go to the underworld, but I believe that you are a boring guy who lives a life and prides himself on loyalty and righteousness, and cannot use suffering as atonement for his sins, he must not be able to close his eyes." ”

He leaned into the old man's ear and whispered a word, then grasped the wood knife tightly, cut the old man's neck with great skill, stood up, picked up the hat in the rain accumulated in the courtyard, put it back on his head, pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.

The rain was still falling in the courtyard, and the sound of striking iron was still heard from the iron workshop in front, and no one was chopping the firewood outside the firewood room anymore, and the firewood knife was in the old man's neck.

Chen Zixian, the former deputy general of Xuanwei, and now the old ironsmith in Chang'an Dongcheng, stared at the rain falling from the sky, his cold eyes like a fish belly were full of gloomy despair, and he could not close it, letting the rain hit his eyeballs and rinse the blood clean.

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Under the big black umbrella outside the slum's square, Sang Sang silently looked at the direction of the alley, from the beginning to the present, there was no change in posture, her feet in old shoes were always standing in the same place, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, wetting her head and the clothes on her left shoulder, but she did not take a few steps back to hide under the eaves.

The entrance of the alley was empty, but there was a sound of footsteps, she turned her head to look, and saw Ning Que wearing a hat walking out of a certain road intersection on the west side, her cheeks in the shadow of the hat were extremely pale, she hurriedly stepped forward with an umbrella to cover him from the rain, and then took advantage of no one to pay attention, and quickly left this alley.

The second name on the oil paper list was finally crossed out today, and the killed Chen Zixian was one of the direct murderers in the case of the general's mansion extermination, but when he returned to Ning Que in the old pen in Linforty-seventh Lane, he didn't look very good, and after wiping the rain off his body and face, he lay down directly without washing his feet; These days he is suffering in the old book building, both physically and mentally has been weakened to the extreme, today in the rain to kill, the spirit of the collapse of the string collapsed to the extreme, and then suddenly loosened, plus a slight cold mountain mudflow directly sick bsp; The slightly cold body didn't feel much heat, even though Sang Sang had already covered him with two quilts, he stared at the roof with a lot of paper, and muttered, "Do you know why I have to go to the academy? Do you know why I have to stay in the old library building so desperately? Do you know why I desperately want to step into that world?"

Sang Sang was squatting at the door, busy cooking ginger soup, ignoring his nonsense that would come every year and a half, and he didn't have time to answer his boring questions.

Ning Que turned his head with difficulty, looked at the thin body squatting by the threshold, and said with a smile after being silent for a long time: "This question is really a bit nonsense, of course you know...... But other people don't know, like, in fact, it's just the most fragile and powerless reason, it's so hard to kill an old blacksmith, if I'm still the current me, I have three knives that look very powerful...... How can you have the ability to kill Xiahou and kill the prince?"

"Xiahou is too powerful. He turned his head, stared at the freshly pasted yellow paper on the roof again, and muttered, "How can you kill the peak of martial arts? If you don't embark on the path of cultivation, I won't want to kill him in this life." ”

"Her Royal Highness the princess said that if you still insist on going to the old library every day to work hard, something will happen to your body. Sang Sang took the hot ginger soup, sat down and struggled to help him up, and said in a low voice: "I don't know if you can embark on the path of cultivation at that time, Xia Hou will have to die of illness before he dies." ”

Ning Que took the ginger soup, weakened his mouth, drank it one by one, and whispered in between drinks: "Hope may be vain, but hope is better than no hope, so you have to work hard." ”

Sang Sang looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Young Master, have you ever thought that if Master Haotian really makes you unable to set foot on the path of cultivation, then what can you do?"

Ning Que handed her the bowl, wiped the sweat on his forehead weakly, smiled slightly, and said very slowly and calmly: "If Master Haotian is so bad...... Stubborn, bearded, then I will go against the sky. ”

Sang Sang thought that the young master had really started to talk nonsense again, so he put him down angrily, and then went to wash the dishes and prepare dinner, and ignored him.

In the middle of the night, Ning Que's nonsense became more and more, because he was burning, his pale cheeks were full of unhealthy flushes, and his occasionally open eyes were full of radiance, and from time to time he replied between the yellow paper on the roof and Sang Sang's face, as if he couldn't focus, and his dry and peeling mouth was hoarse and slightly difficult to understand.

Bicycle backseat, entry fee, youth palace, chai knife, chocolate, blood. Drag oil bottles, blood, Minshan, blood, Weicheng, blood, grassland, blood, the general's mansion is all blood.

"Why, why?...... Why?"

He grabbed Sangsang's cold hand, but his eyes didn't know where to fall, frowned tightly, pursed his mouth, the wine vortex was like a sad question mark, his face was full of grievances, and he kept saying these three words, looking very pitiful.

Sang Sang changed the wet towel on his forehead, held him in his arms, patted his back gently, and coaxed softly: "Yes, it's all their fault, it has nothing to do with you, young master, it has nothing to do with it at all, they are all bad people." ”

In the early morning, the rain in Chang'an City stopped, and Ning Que's fever also subsided, he opened his eyes in a daze, and felt a burning pain in his throat, and he wanted to call Sangsang to pour water to drink, but he saw someone beside him, and turned his head with difficulty, only to see Sangsang half-sitting on his head, and he didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

Glancing at her apologetically, he forced his body to go down and pour water by himself, but he still alarmed Sangsang behind him, Sangsang woke up, hurriedly pushed him back on, and then jumped down.

Ning Que looked at her busy back, and suddenly said, "Am I useless?"

Sang Sang handed the teacup to the side, tested the temperature, and responded, "Young master, you are talking nonsense again." ”

Ning Que muttered: "I haven't understood it after reading the Taishang Induction Chapter for so many years, and I can't even remember the words in it when I look at the thin book of Qi Sea Snow Mountain...... It's useless. ”

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In the early morning, behind the tall and majestic Zhu Wall, in the imperial study surrounded by different green trees, Li Zhongyi, the son of the Tang Dynasty, stood in the threshold, looking at the rain dripping from the leaves not far away. The queen had just finished washing and breakfast with him, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to come to the imperial study to have a look.

As the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the only man who made all the states submit, according to the eyes of ordinary people, he should not have any troubles, but he looked at the garden silently at this time, and his face was obviously a little manic.

"The Master has gone to the world again, and I don't know when I will return. This guy has finally slipped away, I don't know...... Will he come back. ”

Li Zhongyi thought about the mentor and friend who had left Chang'an in recent days, and his mood became heavier, looking at the wet tree in the morning after the rain, he gradually gave birth to a lonely and lonely mood, and he was so lost. That's why he came to the study early in the morning, and it was only in this undisturbed room that he felt he could find true peace.

His Majesty the Emperor loved calligraphy, and although he often offered treasures to summon ministers to come to appreciate books and paintings, no one dared to disturb his tranquility except for the extremely pampered queen mother and the four princesses, and even he did not let the eunuchs and palace maids tidy up the room.

After a long sigh and a short sigh, he turned his head, he was about to write a few bad words that had always been kept secret to talk about his feelings, and suddenly his expression froze slightly, and he noticed that the tilt direction of the books on a certain layer of the bookshelf seemed to be a little different from before.

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