Ning Que stared sternly at the examiner's red face before smiling warmly and said, "I'll take the towel off your mouth, but please turn down the volume." If you make too much noise, I must kill you immediately. I know that many officers of our Don Empire are not afraid of death, but I believe that you are not one of them.

However, in Zhang Yiqi's eyes, that childlike face and that warm and friendly smile could send chills down his spine. Not only does the other party not cover his face, but he is also not afraid of being seen. In fact, the other party wanted him to see his face. If this is the case, then there are only two possibilities: the background of this lad is not simple. Therefore, he is not afraid of the censors going crazy and fighting back; Or... Young people commit suicide instead.

"Do you have any grudges against me?"

Zhang Yiqi forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and asked. Then he quickly recalled whether he had enemies in the government office, or the son of any guilty official in the palace. Suddenly, he sadly realized that for the past few years, he had been snubbed by His Majesty and always ignored in the court. Therefore, he has no right to punish anyone, and, moreover, how can the son of any guilty official work in the palace?

"Usually in the story, the people who come to take revenge will say that they have no grudge against the officer, and they are only doing it for Haotian. They did it just to get rid of the evil officers, but unfortunately ......"

Ning Que shook his head regretfully and said, "I do have a grudge against you. I'm not a hero, I'm not a handsome warrior. I'm just a person full of resentment.

"You're still young, how can you hold a grudge against me?" Zhang Yiqi asked in a trembling voice.

Ning Que coughed twice before he began to recite slowly in his most excited and energetic voice. "I am from the mountains, and I have come to take your life; I am from the river, and I have come to take your life; I am from the steppe, and I have come to take your life; I come from a small empty village in the land of Yan, and I have come to take your life; I'm from the empty General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and I'm here to take your life.

Hearing the empty villages in Yan Kingdom and the empty general's mansion in Chang'an City, Zhang Yiqi almost fainted. He finally knew what kind of resentment the lad had against him, but it was too late.

If constantly praising the other party could stop the entire revenge plan, of course he didn't mind putting together Tang Nian Tianqi's most beautiful praise sentence and making a poem for him, but he knew that it was impossible. Whether it was the massacre in the village or the killing of General Xuanwei's family, it was a grievance that could never be forgiven.

Zhang Yiqi stared at the young man desperately. He knew that he would not be able to live after today, but he still wished to delay some time, and he cried and said, "I am just following orders." I just..."

He was about to cry out for help. He believed that if he pretended to beg for mercy and ended up shouting for help, the lad would not have been able to react quickly in time. As long as he can shout for help, he trusts that his bodyguards or the axe man in the brothel will definitely react to him. By that time, the lad will also die with him, or...... The lad was probably too panicked to remember killing him.

It seemed like a perfect plan. However, the censor had lived in Chang'an for too long and did not know that in Minshan, before the hunter had to cut open the flesh and skin of the prey, he would definitely observe the prey and make sure that it was really dead. Just as the examiner began to take a deep breath, Ning Que's palm had already been put into the hole in the small bed.

He smashed Zhang Yiqi's throat like an iron palm. Although no external injuries were seen, the cartilage of his internal organs was broken.

Ning Que stood up, took out a metal nail and aimed it at the back of the examiner's head. After aiming at a spot with his rusty and sharp nails, he hammered it off with the table leg of his right hand.

A dull and soft "bang" sounded the sound of the steppe barbarians poking open the leather bags full of wine with their sharp scimitars. Rusty nails had pierced Zhang Yiqi's skull and nailed deep into his head.

Ning Que hurriedly put a snow-white towel on the back of his head. He then aimed directly at the place where the nail was driven and applied pressure with both hands. He stood on tiptoe and pressed with all his strength, and the cot creaked as if it would soon fall apart.

After a while, Ning Que stopped asking. He took off the towel and carefully examined the back of Zhang Yiqi's head. He pushed aside the hair in that spot with his fingers and found that the wound from the rusty nails had shrunk and the remaining blood had clotted. Without the help of lighting, it should be difficult for the coroner to spot it.

He lowered his head and looked at the towel in his hand. There was a blood stain in the middle of the snow-white towel, about the size of a copper coin. Part of it has turned black, like a withered winter sweet flower.

Surprisingly, Zhang Yiqi did not die immediately. On the contrary, he felt pain as he kept shaking in the cot. He wanted to scream in pain, but his voice was hoarse and weak. He rolled his eyes upward, revealing a large chunk of his sclera, which looked extremely terrifying.

He could feel a sharp pain in the back of his head, thinking that Ning Que had hit him on the head with a baton. He doesn't know the truth. If you knew that you had a nail in your head, you would have been scared to death.

"You should know that if you work for one person, you should be prepared to die for that person. However... If you can run to your carriage by yourself now, I might be able to spare your life.

As he spoke, Ning Que let go of the towel tied to his limbs and threw it into the bucket beside him. Then he disappeared into the night, where he had just arrived.

When a person is on the verge of death, any word he hears at that time is his last hope. Therefore, the person will subconsciously follow what he is told to do. In addition, examiners were already in great pain and fear. He couldn't make any judgment or think. If he still had any rational thoughts, it was only his natural reaction to the situation: whether or not the ruthless lad would spare his life, he had to run to his carriage for safety.

Ning Que stood in the shadow of the bamboo forest, not far from the side door, observing. It was longer than he had imagined, and he frowned slightly.

Just when he was worried, he noticed that the examiner Zhang Yiqi was clumsy and hurriedly ran out of the side door. He wasn't half-naked, but was already dressed when he stumbled out. His eyes were empty. He opened his mouth and tried to shout, but he couldn't hear it. He looks like a drunkard, or worse, like a dying fish hungry for water.

The attendants standing by the carriage did not notice the censor's unusual behavior. He exclaimed, looking anxious. "Master, I heard that Madame overheard some reliable news and knew that you were coming. She brought a group of women with her and is now on her way here. Let's get out of here!

Zhang Yiqi made a "chirp" sound from his mouth and rushed forward. His legs swayed. Before he could get to the carriage, he lost control of his body and lay flat on the ground. He stretched out his trembling hands, hoping to grab the squire's clothes, looking desperate. Then his face turned pale as his body twitched and twitched in its ugly state.

Perhaps because of his terrible facial expressions, the horses were frightened, and after a loud howl, the carriage actually broke!

Like Lego, the carriage was broken into pieces when it fell and piled up on the top of Zhang Yiqi's mountain.

Dust was blowing in the air, and the few attendants and bodyguards stood beside the broken carriage like fools. They stared blankly at their master, his face covered in blood and no longer breathing. They don't know what's going on.

Indeed, we know that Madame is fierce, and you drank a lot tonight, which may amplify your fears. Also, our exclamation may make you panic, but you ...... How can you rush over and crash into the carriage! And, why is the carriage so weak that it falls apart after you hit it!

The commotion has alarmed the axemen and housekeepers of the House of Red Sleeves. Their faces turned pale as they crowded the scene. Ignoring the unclear explanations of the attendants and bodyguards who were still stunned by the incident, they immediately controlled the crowd before sending someone to inform the local government of Chang'an about the incident.