Nightfall

Big Black Umbrella is like a black lotus flower that slowly flows away from the rain and fog of Chang An City.

Sang Sang didn’t know when she let go of the slanted sleeves in her hand and raised her eyebrows and asked: “Young Master, what did you say in the Princess Residence with the young barbarian? I see those 嬷嬷The palace girl’s face is very difficult to see.”

Ning Que looked at the little girl child and made a calm look. She couldn’t help but think of the scenes that happened frequently in Mount Min. He was carrying her from this dangerous peak to another dangerous peak, stealing from this cottage to another cottage. When I was busy exploring the road, I was busy talking about the fairy tale to the little girl in the back. She was so busy that she couldn’t help but smile and lick her head and said: “Let’s tell a fairy tale… you know I am a good master.”

Sang Sang curiously asked: “Which is it? Cinderella is still three pigs?”

“Little Prince.”

Sang Sang earnestly asked: “Little Prince? Can he understand?”

Ning Que startled, I thought this was really a problem.

In the deep spring drizzle, the master and the servant went all the way to the north, and went back to the Dongcheng through the Tongxiaofang. They did not walk into the 40 7th Lane, but walked around the alley to the deeper part of the East City. The pen is closed today, and I don’t know when Sang Sang whispered back to a plain and simple blade wrapped in cloth, with a slight rain mark on his shoulder.

The rain gradually grew, and the pedestrians on the streets of Dongcheng were forced to return to their homes or workshops. Ning Que and Sang Sang walked outside a remote slum in Dongcheng and stopped at Big Black Umbrella. The incense of Liao Liao’s ruined Vast Sky, the temple of the gods, looked at the square and listened to the rusting iron in the rain.

Sang Sang said quietly and softly: “After a while, the iron shop will close. The young Masters will be busy packing up today’s orders. Chen Zixian will go back to the backyard to rest. I heard that he has rarely dropped his hammer in the past few years. There is only one person left in the hospital, just raining today is more convenient.”

Ning Que looked at the lead cloud in the sky and calculated the time silently. It was estimated that the time should be almost the same. The Big Black Umbrella in the hand was handed to Sang Sang, and he waited for me, then took out one from behind and did not know where to pick it. Wearing a hat on the top of the head, heading west of the square, passing through two lanes in the increasingly rainy water, close to the backyard of the iron-clad shop in the square.

Tenacious boots on the uneven stone path, stepping on the water to make a light sound, not noticeable in the rain, Ning Que looked at the simple wooden door not far away, slowly moving forward The left hand holding the plain and simple blade is getting tighter and tighter, and all the information about this second name is silently recalled.

The names on the oil paper were important figures in the case of the General’s Residence and the Yan Territory in the village of Xuanwei. They were the result of Zhuo Er’s investigation into the spy in the military department under Xia Hou. He exchanged sweat and life. Information coming.

Chen Zixian, 40, seven years old, former deputy general of General Xuanwei, was reprimanded by Lin Guangyuan, the first general of Xuanwei, and was awarded by the Imperial Court. Later, in the four years of Tianqi, he was stripped of his merits and expelled from the army. Afterwards, the family suffered another disaster. The wife and his wife left the home with two young children. However, this person stayed in Chang An City and became the master of a certain iron shop in the Dongcheng poor village. Say.

Those on the list of oil papers, in the case of the killing case and the Tu Village case, in addition to two or three senior officials still enjoy the name of the great prince, the other people are very mixed, the censor who has died in his hands On the day of sorrow, some people feared the whole day, and Chen Zixian at the back of the courtyard in front of the rain was stumbling.

Ning Que can’t understand why this is. According to the usual inference or the common bridge above the novel, the guys who used to slay the loyalty conspirators in the past when the revenge began, must be the fire, the flowers and the flowers are full of sorrow and sorrow, so that the revenge can be more Innate sense of justice and pleasure, but this is not the case. Those who are determined to revenge slaughter seem to be no better than him.

Vaguely guessed that it should be the means of the emperor’s majesty, but he could not confirm, and would not think again, today is the heavy rain, coincides with Princess Residence summon, it is a good time to murder revenge, no matter how the government investigates in the future, presumably It is not doubtful or afraid to suspect him. This is more important.

He looked down at the rain dripping from the edge of the hat, slowly moving his footsteps, and getting closer to the door.

The surface of the stripped wooden door was slightly wet, and the fingers felt a little cold on the door panel. He listened carefully to the sound of the iron workshop in front of the courtyard. He listened to the sound of the hammer hitting the anvil. Intensive, he gently lifted the left hand holding the plain and simple blade, and the right hand gently pushed the wooden door away.

The old door shaft moistened by the rain made a whisper-like whisper, and Ning Que, wearing a hat, took the knife and calmly walked down the broken stone steps, watching the old man outside the firewood room in the courtyard, said : “Chen Zixian?”

The old man outside the firewood house wore an old thin plaque, and there were traces of scorching in the corners of the shoulders. A few black cotton stretched out from the cracks of the crispy cloth, and it looked like a kind of bitterness. sense. The old man’s hair was white and indiscriminately tied in one place. The long, iron-like hands held the axe and the wooden block, and they were chopping wood.

The old man looked up, and there was a faint color in the smoky eyes. He looked at Ning Que, who opened the door, looked at the shadow under the hat, and wanted to see his face. After a moment of silence, he said: “I Yes.”

Ning Que stopped and looked up at the small courtyard all around, confirming that all the apprentices were in the front square. There was no one in the courtyard. He turned back and closed the courtyard door. He used the right hand to unlock the neck cap. Take the belt, then slowly hold the front handle of the plain and simple blade and continue to the old retired officer.

The hat fell on the rain.

Chen Zixian blinked slowly, his left hand with black mud in his nails loosened the firewood, rubbed it on the front of the clothes, then reached the waist and held a blade, while lifting the right hand holding the axe. Looking at the pale-faced teenager who came from the wind and rain, he said with a hoarse voice: “It’s finally here.”

Ning Que’s knife is coming.

In the 40 Seven Lanes, the old pens used the Taomi water to sharpen the sharp blade for ten days. Pulling out the lightning from the sheath, it was easy to cut the rags wrapped around the scabbard, and the wind and the rain lingered in the past. To Chen Zixian’s neck.

Chen Zixian stood the knife, and the two knives intersected to make a crisp cicada, and the raindrops on the blade spattered out.

At this time, there was a rush of iron in the front of the iron square, and the sound of the knife in the yard was covered.

Hey, in the heavy rain, Ning Que holds the knife in both hands, expressless forward and forward, and the neck and the abdomen cut the abdomen. The plain and simple blade stirs the wind and rain, and the old axe in the hands of the old man cuddles to each other coldly. Friction and drag.

Dang dang dang Dangdang, the flaming stove, the apprentices numbly smothered the red iron, waving the hammer and hammering it again and again, the wind and rain outside the square, they did not hear anything.

The squeaking sound, the thin robe was cut open, the axe was shaken, the wrist was cut off, the sound of snoring in the wind and rain rang out, and the firewood outside the room was scattered, and Ning Que was pulled out. Seventeen knives, and Chen Zixian blocked the first sixteen knives.

Then the knife sound disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind and the thunder of hammering the cutting board.

…………Chen Zixian fell to the side of the woodpile, full of sludge and water stains, a few drops of blood on the old and dark face, the thin chest of the chest and abdomen was pulled out of countless mouths, gray cotton messed up Stretching, the middle of the mouth is very deep, deep into his bones, dirty, constantly blood and other body fluids.

The rain dripped from the eaves, dripping onto his white hair, dripping onto the wrinkles of his forehead, and then rubbing it through the black cheeks, quickly washing the drops of blood.

Ning Que bowed his head slowly and looked at his sharply undulating chest. He looked at the extremely dangerous axe mark on his chest. He couldn’t help but frowned. He didn’t think that Great Tang was an ordinary general in the past, and he suffered for so many years at the bottom of the city. After that, he still has such a strong fighting power.

Chen Zixian’s eyes were dull and unable to look at the teenager in front of him. He seemed to have a lot of sputum in his throat. He coughed a few times with extreme pain and coughed up two bloody sputum. He said weakly: “I thought I had been forgotten by this World. It is.”

“You are indeed the most forgotten person among those people. I think it is probably because of the lord of the Lord. No one in the Imperial Court can boldly use you. Do you know if you have regretted these years? “”

Ning Que wiped a cold rain on his face and looked at the dying old man. “But it is because you have been forgotten by World, so I think it would not cause too much trouble to kill you. The other is that I am admitted. Academy, killing you is seen as an indispensable part of the celebration, like flowers and pigeons.”

Chen Zixian’s old and weak eyes are full of confusion, whispered: “Give a one’s heart’s content.”

“It’s still very early, and it takes a long time for your poor apprentices to complete today’s order.”

Ning Que raise one’s head Looks at the sky, the rain clouds are raining like a bead curtain, I can’t see where the sun is, but he knows that he still has a lot of time, whispered: “As for one’s heart’s content You have made me not one’s heart’s content for years, so you don’t want to die too to one’s heart’s content.”

“I have a poem to read to you.” He looked at the old man who was going to die in the woods. He had no expression on his face. He said calmly: “I came from the riverside of the mountains, I came from grassland Yan Territory, I am from General’s Residence. Come, take your life.”

When I heard the words of General’s Residence, Chen Zixian’s turbid eyes suddenly became brighter, his face gradually faded, and the trembling hands subconsciously slid on the wet woodpile, staring at Ning Que’s childish face. The trembling said: “originally is this way, it turns out… the general’s son is still alive, you… you said… you have been admitted to the Academy, it’s so good… I’m so tired, I’m so tired all these years, before I die. I know… the son of the general is still alive… it’s not bad… I can really look at it.”

“Who is a person who is not tired?” Ning Que looked down at the potholes in front of his feet and was hit by countless yellow turbid waters. He whispered: “To learn calligraphy, you must learn the Olympics and learn piano painting, every weekend. I want to sit on the back seat of my mother’s bicycle and run around. In the end, the Children’s Palace is more familiar than home. You said that I am tired?”

Chen Zixian did not understand this passage, shaking his head in pain and shaking his head.

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(To be continued)