Chapter 36: Heart-wrenching, calming face

The Yulin Army blocked the Linfossil Alley and martial law, but the people around Chang'an gathered more and more, regardless of the cold rain, wet their bodies. People were nervous, uneasy, excited or regretful, looking at the black-faced man under the wall, guessing what was going on.

Ning Que stood in the rain with a black umbrella, looking at Zhuoer sitting in the rain from afar through the crowd. His face was calm and he looked very focused and serious, as if he wanted to engrave that face in his mind forever.

When we met in Minshan seven years ago, this face was so dark, why are you so dark? It was even darker than the bottom of the pot and darker than Sangsang than the night. But after seven years, Xiao Heizi became a black man. After all, this face was still a bit strange that I hadn't seen for a long time, so at this last moment he had to look at it seriously and remember it tightly.

Zhuoer, who had always closed his eyes, was carried away from Lin47 Alley by the Yulin Army soldiers. The onlookers dispersed. Ning Que and Sangsang snuggled under the black umbrella and walked back to the shop. It seemed calm, but Sangsang could clearly feel that there was no spirit in his eyes, like a body that had lost its soul.

The shop door was closed, Ning Que sat in the ring chair and was silent for a long time, then whispered: "Eat noodles tonight."

"Okay." Sangsang replied as fast as possible, throwing the book and the powder box aside and entering the back house.

After eating a bowl of noodle soup made by Sangsang specifically, Ning Que seemed to have completely returned to normal. He even put down the bowl and chopsticks and joked about her, but the laughter was inevitably a little dry.

When the rain stopped late at night, Ning Que walked out of the shop and confirmed that no one was watching in the dark. He slowly walked to the gray wall opposite the shop and squatted down. He raised his arms and slowly rubbed the wall. The cold wall had no temperature of that guy had long disappeared. He didn't know what that guy came here to do when he was seriously injured and was about to die. He wanted to tell himself, how long he had waited in the cold rain, and what he thought about when he was waiting...

The slender fingers touched a brick and slight stiffened slightly. The corners of the brick had extremely light blood marks and a very subtle small mark. If you don't touch it with your fingers, you will never be able to detect it with your naked eyes alone.

When she walked back to the store, Ning Que handed Sangsang a few pieces of oil-soaked tissue paper in her hand, and told her to keep it well. Then, she burned a pot of boiling water and scalded her feet, and then got into the bedding with a slightly cool humidity. As before, Sangsang obediently slept on the other end of the bed, her whole body shrank like a mouse.

"I stayed with him for only a dozen days seven years ago, and then he was taken away by his devil master, but you don't remember those things. He has learned nothing with that devil over the years, and he is still just a spy from the military department, and he is really not doing well."

"I did pass letters in the middle, but I met again after seven years. I don't know what kind of person he has become now. To talk about how deep the relationship he has with him... would be too pretentious. If I say that my relationship with him is really mostly used, and to be more precise, I use him to know about Xiahou's things."

"But he died like this. This is very troublesome. I am the only one who knows about the slaughter in their villages. Of course, I didn't count you, so wouldn't it fall on me? But I'm already carrying a lot of troubles on my body now, so how can I still have the energy to care about this?"

Sangsang knew that he just needed to vent or persuade himself at this time, and did not need anyone to speak, so he never spoke, and gradually he seemed to be asleep.

Ning Que couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the stains formed by the rain in the corner of the house. He suddenly sat up, put on a single cotton jacket and went to the yard, pulled out three old knives from the pile of firewood, and lowered his head to grind it on the well eaves.

After grinding the knife, he still didn't feel sleepy. He walked to the shop to light the lights, poured water and polished the ink and moistened the pen, and pulled a piece of broken paper casually. The ink under the pen was splashed like the heavy rain during the day, and he wrote a few lines of words in a cursive way.

"The pursuit is very cool, and the trumpet is destroyed, and the pain is penetrated by the heart and liver. What should I do if I have no idea when I am running. I am sad and poison are deeper, but I can do what I can do if I am. I feel choked up when I am on the paper, and I don't know what to say... Xiao Ningzi paused his head."

Ning Que's face had no expression, his eyes were calm, which contrasted with the increasingly sad and exciting handwriting on the paper. At some point, Sangsang got up from the bed, and the little maid stood beside him in a single dress, silently looking at the words on the words, and then raised her little face and looked at him questioningly.

"These words were written by a predecessor, and I just copied them." Ning Que explained: "That predecessor's ancestral tomb was dug up, but although it was immediately restored, he could not go back to read it, so he wrote these few sentences in grief and anger."

Sangsang nodded, but he was probably not very clear about the confusion in her eyes. Ning Que smiled and did not give any more explanation. He copied this famous post at least ten times. Only tonight did he understand roughly what kind of pain could penetrate his heart and liver, and what kind of things could make people feel choked and choked when they read the paper.

After dawn, the rain stopped.

The sun washed by the spring rain was particularly beautiful, shining on the quiet side of the Forty-seven Alley, and painted all the eaves and gray walls of all buildings. The door of the old Bizhai shop was wide open, and Ning Que sat in a ring chair and watched the book with a book of leisure. Occasionally, the brows on the contents of the book were slightly frowned or smiling, so he picked up the teapot and drank a sip of tea.

The seemingly idle book was filled with a piece of paper soaked with oil. The handwriting that would never be wet by rain seemed very clear in the oil paper. He was not reading the book at this time but reading the paper.

This piece of oil paper was stuffed into the wall brick before Zhuoer died. It records the names of Liao Liao and some whereabouts and preferences. Ning Que didn't know if this piece of paper had anything to do with Zhuoer's death, but he was at least clear about it. If Zhuoer wanted to make his death valuable or be more happy after death, then what should he do.

The first name on the oil paper is Zhang Yiqi.

Zhang Yiqi was appointed as the Imperial Censor, responsible for picking up all the officials and impeaching illegal acts. When Zhang was still the Censor of the Censor, he was responsible for assisting in the trial of General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan's treason. When he was promoted to chief clerk of the Censorate, he was also one of the officials who investigated the village destruction case in Yanjing.

After thirteen years, he rose from the eighth rank to the sixth rank. It was not considered a prosperous official career, but Ning Que did not care about these things. He only cared about the role this person played in the two Chun cases. General Xiahou was able to kill the enemy through matters and escape from the village slaughter. This person obviously played the role that a censor could play.

Then, you will die.
Chapter completed!