The crowd did not know the identity of the fat old man who was crushed to death by the carriage. The crowd only treats the victim as a poor hapless prostitute hostess as they begin to gossip and criticize. However, this is not the case with the staff at the House of Red Sleeves. They knew the victims, but how could they justify themselves by saying that the censor had just died in front of their own brothel?

In this way, Zhang Yiqi became the first person in the history of the Tang Dynasty to be hit by a carriage and die when boarding the carriage due to great fear of his wife and the frightened horse.

When the censor ran for the last time in his life, the real murderer Ning Que stood in the shadows, clenched his fists, and silently cheered for the censor in his heart.

It will be stabbed into the victim's head by using a small sharp weapon, giving the victim a very short buffer time before dying. It was a skill he learned from the savages of the steppe, when they used it to kill buffalo. He tried it a few times, but this was the first time he had used it on a human. He wasn't sure how long the feeble censor would last, but he would take it as a bet. As for scaring the horses and disassembling the carriage, it was an easy task for him.

"Indeed, the enormous psychological strength of a greedy officer in fear of death should never be underestimated.

Seeing that the censor finally ran to the carriage, only to be killed by a pile of broken wood in the end, Ning Que sighed silently, turned around and left here, wiping the wheat off his forehead with the white towel in his hand.

This was the first time he had killed someone in Chang'an, so he was a little nervous. However, at this time, what he was worried about was that Zhang Yiqi got dressed instead of rushing out naked. At that life-or-death juncture, the censors still cared about his face and didn't want others to see his naked body. This completely paints a picture of how false and insincere the leaders are.

At this time, all the housekeepers of the Red Sleeves House had heard about it, and many people were trying to find the suspicious elements of this matter. Now is not a good time for Ning Que to say goodbye. He followed the stream into the courtyard, looking for a woman he was familiar with. He decided to accompany and chat with the woman, because menstruation came and she rested for a few days. Maybe it was because she was bored alone, and the moment she saw Ning Que, she seemed overjoyed. Ning Que was also very happy. He laughed happily as he chatted with her, and sometimes, he gently wiped his lips with that bloodstained white towel.

Night envelops Lin 47th Street. In the old brush shop, the young master and the maid were sitting on the bed, discussing what had just happened. Next to the bed was a basin containing the remnants of a burnt towel.

Sang Sang sat at one end of the bed, hugged the blanket tightly, and asked curiously: "If this is called faking a crime scene, then why don't you just die when you love?"

Ning Que was taken aback by this question and asked, "Do you know what this means?"

"I don't know, but I remember telling this story when you were a kid.

"I've told you stories like this before? Well, I may have forgotten about it.

"Think about it. If the censor died while loving love in a brothel, how could his wife be silent? How could the imperial court abandon the investigation? If an expert comes to investigate this, I am not too confident to hide it.

"Therefore, our most important goal is to convince the local government of Chang'an that the death was just a traffic accident, because only the traffic accident will not involve the imperial court, but more importantly, this conclusion can easily make the local government of Chang'an force the families of the examiners to remain silent."

Sang Sang was silent for a while before he blushed and said softly, "It's too complicated, I really don't understand." Young master, you really think too far.

"That's why you don't always think?" Ning Que used the same tone as Miss Jian used for him. Then he added, in a disgruntled tone, "If you don't think, you'll get even more stupid."

Sang Sang replied honestly: "I'm just a servant girl, naturally stupider than you." Aren't people always talking about stupid maids or stupid maids?

Ning Que was speechless. He was silent for a while before he asked with concern, "Are you tired of delivering the letter to two places today?" Did anyone see you in Zhang's Mansion?

"I'm fine," Sangsang replied.

On a quiet night, Ning Que lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. He naturally thought that if Xiao Hei was still alive, Sang Sang would not have to risk his life to deliver the letter to the Zhang Mansion.

There is nothing to sum up about today's assassination. After all, he had been preparing for this for several days, and killing an old officer without any guards was an easy task for him. The moment the rusty nail pierced Zhang Yiqi's head, it was considered dead. It is impossible for him to leave any evidence at the scene. What he did afterwards was an extra, and as he explained to Sang-sang, it was much better for the imperial court to kill the censor in a pure traffic accident than the bed in which he died.

As for the feeling of killing? He didn't feel much. His life at Don began with killing, and he experienced countless killings during his upbringing. He killed a lot of people. He had also used all sorts of cruel and bloody methods than tonight, killing people. After killing someone, does he feel fear or disgust or even fear of the dark? Such a thing can only happen to scholars who are always immersed in poetry and literature. As for him, although he also signed up for the college entrance exam, he could never be a real scholar.

He is a hunter who kills old hunters. He is a gang that has killed other pony gangs. He is a natural killer.

However, the person he killed today was after all a high-ranking official of the Tang Empire, and it was also the target he had been trying to get rid of for many years. The blood-red scene he had witnessed at the General's Palace when he was four years old flashed across the ceiling, and then the old squire and the little boy had shocked and unexcited expressions. Ning Que was overjoyed and laughed. He felt a sense of relief welling up from within.

Sang Sang also smiled. She knew that he would be in a good mood today, so she decided to wait for her young master to get rid of all the enemies, including all the generals under Xiahou, and then she would take out the box she had hidden under the bed and show him. She believed that when he saw the paper, he would feel different from now.

The box contained books that Ning Que had casually thrown away over the years, but Sang Sang thought they were good books and secretly put them aside. The latest of these was written by Ning Que on the night of Zhuo Er's death. Ning Que thought that the word had been thrown into the garbage heap, but he never expected that his maid would secretly put it aside.

After being silent for a long time, Ning Que suddenly sighed and said regretfully: "I listened to your poem last night, and it seems to be fine." However, when I tried to recite it in front of that man, I felt that something was wrong. Or should I say, it sounds stupid if you analyze it in detail.

It is clear that he was referring to the poem "Where am I from, I am here to take your life". The words repeated in each phrase are used to emphasize the meaning, but those clumsy word choices make the poem sound silly and unprofessional. It is a pity that the young master and his maid lack literary talent, and on the night they wrote the poem, they both thought the poem was very good.

"Then I'll edit it again," Sang Sang replied with a serious expression, and she added, "Young Master, when will you kill someone for the second time?" Let me know the time and I'll make sure it's done before then.

"Planning to finish editing before the submission date? Why does it sound like a famous and magnificent work? Ning Que thought silently, then grinned and said, "Since that's the case, then there's no worry." The second name on the list seems to be troublesome, so I'm not going to take action lately. Let's wait for Zhang Yiqi's case to be resolved. In addition, I need to prepare for the college entrance exam.

"Young master, but when you were in Wei City, you were always worried that if you didn't take revenge earlier, those old guys would die of illness or old age first."

"Since I've been waiting for more than ten years, I believe that Master Haotian will spare me for more than ten days."

Ethereum is an integrated project, especially when you're only playing a small role in the overall project. And when your revenge targets the big guys of the Empire, the project becomes even more complicated than one might think. Ning Que was neither lucky, nor as secretive as the eunuchs in the palace. Therefore, he needs to be more cautious.