Nightfall

After a while, Ning Que stopped pressing down, took off the towel and took a close look at Zhang Yiqi’s back. He used his fingers to open the hair there. He found that the rust nails entered the skull and the wounds were very small. The tiny blood spots were already Solidification, if you do not use the light source to deliberately search, it should be extremely difficult to find.

He looked down at the towel in his hand and found that there was a copper-sized blood in the middle of the snow-white towel, and some of the hair was like a ruined plum.

It’s amazing that Zhang Yiqi didn’t die right away, but he was struggling to twitch in a short bed, but he was very hoar and weak. His eyes kept turning up, revealing most of the white eyes, and it looked terrible.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of the head. He thought that it was a nap by Ning Que. I don’t know what the real situation is. If you know that a nail has been inserted into your mind, I’m afraid. Be scared to death.

“Accepted to be enlightened by generations to die. But… if you can run to your own Horse-drawn Carriage, or I can leave you a life.”

After saying this, Ning Que untied the towel tied to his hands and feet and threw it into the bucket next to it, disappearing into the night that will come.

Anything that a person hears on the verge of death is like the last straw he caught in the Yellow River. He will subconsciously follow the other party’s words, not to mention that the imperial masters at this time have already suffered from fear to difficulty. Without any discretion in thinking, if there is a little sensibility left in the end, it is just an instinctual reaction: no matter whether the ferocious teenager will let himself go, he must go to his own Horse-drawn Carriage to be safe.

Ning Que stood in a bamboo shadow not far from the side door and looked over there, found that it was a little later than expected, and could not help but frown.

When I was worried, I saw that Zhang Yiqi ran out of the side door. This person should have been naked and didn’t know when there was more clothes. The body trembled violently, his eyes were already smashed, and he tried to open his mouth. What shouts but can’t say anything, like a drunkard, more like a fish that will die of thirst.

Outside the side door, the Horse-drawn Carriage was full of anxiety and didn’t notice anything unusual. Loudly shouted: “Master, I heard that the lady is convinced that you are here, to bring the women to trouble, let’s go. !”

Zhang Yiqi screamed in his mouth, his feet vain, but he was about to rush to the Horse-drawn Carriage. He couldn’t hold the last few steps and fell straight to the ground. He shuddered desperately. The hand wants to grab the clothes of the entourage, and the gray face is twitching and extremely distorted.

Perhaps this kind of terrifying expression, scared the horse was frightened, only heard a loud bang, the carriage was actually smashed at this time!

Carriage coffin, which collapses like a building block, is like a hill that directly pushes Zhang Yiqi to the bottom!

The dust gradually swelled, and the entourage guards stood next to the broken carriage like a fool, looking at the blood on the face, obviously no breathing, and some did not understand what happened.

Yes, we know that my wife is really fierce. Master, you drank a lot of wine today and amplified the fear. I heard the rush of our shouting and rushed, but you… how can you hit the Horse-drawn Carriage? It! And how is this Horse-drawn Carriage so fragile that it collapses when it hits it!

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The movement at the side door had already alerted Red Sleeves’s thugs and management personnel. They were surrounded by iron and blue, and ignored the explanations of the escorts who had not faded their mouths. Control, then send someone to inform Chang An.

The onlookers didn’t know what the old fatty was crushed by the Horse-drawn Carriage. It was only a pitiful hacker who had fallen bloody, and they were pointing around, but the people in Red Sleeves would not know. This person’s identity, a censor is so dead at the door of his own brothel, where do they go to reason?

Yu Yizhang became the first official in the history of Great Tang to be afraid of marrying his wife and then boarding the car, and unfortunately, the horse finally died under the carriage.

When the name of the censor was the last run of his life, the scene behind the scene, the fierce teenager Ning Que was standing in the shadows clenching his fists, and kept quietly cheering for this person in his heart.

There is a very short buffer period when you use the sharp-edged cerebellum to kill. When you learn the buffalo with the barbarian on the grassland, he tried it many times, but it is still the first one in the person, he does not know. How long does this extremely weak sacred history last for a long time? It is a small gamble. As for the horror of the car, it is not a problem for him.

“Sure enough, we can’t underestimate the strong ideas of officials who are greedy and fearful of death.”

Looking at the final success, he ran to the Horse-drawn Carriage, and then was pressed to the bottom of the coffin by a pile of rags. Ning Que silently sighed and quickly turned away, holding the white towel and rubbing his forehead. Khan on.

This is his first killing in Chang An City. It is inevitable that he will be nervous. However, what he thinks more at this moment is that when Zhang Yiqi finally rushed out, he actually put on a coat, which is a matter of life and death. Yushi adults still refuse to let people see their own light body, and they are very concerned about the face. It is really a moral model, a clothing animal.

At this time, the management of Red Sleeves in the backyard of the front floor has already known the news. I don’t know how many eyes are trying to find out whether there is any suspiciousness. Ning Que will certainly not choose to leave at this time. He followed the creek to another familiar girl, small courtyard, accompanied by her relatives who had been on vacation for a few days, chatting about gossip, probably idle and bored, the girl was very happy to see him, Ning Que is also extremely Happy, smiley saliva splash across, only occasionally wipe the lips with a towel that looks like a white ebony in his hand.

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The night is enveloped by the 40 Seven Lanes. The old servants and the two servants on the bed after the old pens are talking about the previous things. The basin in the bedside is the trace of the towel burning.

Sang Sang wrapped his quilt tightly on the other end of the bed and curiously asked: “If this is called a fake crime scene, why not directly fake the wind?”

Ning Que was surprised and asked: “Do you know what the wind is right now?”

“I don’t know, when I was young, I heard you telling stories.”

“I told this story? Ok, maybe I forgot.”

“If the Yushi adults got the wind in the brothel, how could the lady not continue to make trouble? How could the Imperial Court not check? Once I was alarmed by the real criminal masters of the criminal department, I didn’t have much confidence.”

“So our most important purpose is to let Chang An House believe that this is a traffic accident – ​​only the traffic accident will not alarm the Imperial Court – but more importantly, this conclusion is the easiest for Chang An to force Imperial Censor’s Residence. To shut up.”

Sang Sang was quiet for a long time, then shyly said: “It’s very complicated, I don’t understand, Young Master, you think so much.”

“So you don’t want to be old?” Ning Que took out Jian Dajia to deal with his behavior, hate iron and not steel: “Old people don’t want to be more and more stupid.”

Sang Sang replied quite frankly: “Well, what a stupid thing should be, people don’t all say stupid gimmicks?”

Ning Que was speechless, and after a moment of silence, he asked: “Is the two letters sent here tired? Are there anyone in Zhangfu who sees you?”

“It’s okay,” Sang Sang responded.

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