Chapter 52 Spring Breeze Pavilion, Old Chao Xiao Tree

Ning Que looked up at him and asked, "If you want to kill someone, go and kill me. What are you doing when you stand at the door of my shop?"

The middle-aged man replied: "I'm waiting for the rain to stop, and I'm waiting for a few people."

"When the rain stops, the rain often does not stop, and when people come, they often do not come." Ning Que advised kindly.

"There is definitely a reason why people don't come." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "But can I ask you to talk to you about a few more serious words, instead of trying like those ascetic monks?"

"This attitude is right. I don't like to just wander around in the mountains of clouds." Ning Que replied with a smile: "But I don't like to squat on the ground and talk to people standing because there is a gap in height."

"You can stand up."

"Why didn't you squat down?"

The middle-aged man smiled and squatted down without any hesitation. The hem of the wet blue shirt covered the threshold of Lao Bizhai. Then he looked at Ning Que's green face and said seriously: "I'm very struggling now."

Ning Que lowered his head and ate noodles, waiting for the following.

"Many big names want me to express my opinion, but my current situation is not enough, so I am now being besieged. My brothers and I are doing things very cleanly. If the government wants to use Tang Rules to cure me, they decided to destroy me directly tonight. Taking advantage of this night rain, the opponents of Nancheng and Xicheng have already come."

"Where are those people you are waiting for?"

"I have a brother who died a few days ago. Most of the remaining brothers have errands in the government. Those big men can easily trap them in the military camps and yamen with errands, so I have very few people tonight."

The night rain continued, and it seemed that there was an increasing tendency. The middle-aged man could not wait for the person who looked at him, but he didn't seem to care. He just talked calmly and gently about the situation he was facing, without any concealment. Then he looked at Ning Que beside him and said with a smile: "But all these are not a problem. My problem tonight is that there must be someone around me, but I can't find that person."

Ning Que glanced at the sword beside his waist, guessing that the sword inside should be very small, and asked, "What kind of person do you need?"

"It's fast, ruthless and brave enough. You can't blink your eyes when killing people, and you can't let anything fall on me."

"Not including rain?"

"Of course not."

"Then this requirement is not high."

Ning Que scratched his hair that was somewhat wet and said, "Why is it me?"

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on his right hand holding the bowl and said, "I have found out some things. Although the woodcutter in Shubi Lake is not very famous in Chang'an City, I know very well what a young man who specializes in killing horse thieves can do."

Ning Que was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why should I follow you? What are the benefits?"

The middle-aged man admired the boy's directness very much. He stretched out his finger and flicked off the rain on the oil paper umbrella. He smiled and said, "No one in Chang'an City knows my trump card. If I win tonight, that trump card can be lifted. Then you will know that I am really a very thick thigh, which is worth your hug."

"Since tonight is so dangerous, why don't you play the trump card first?"

"Because the trump card is not a card, it is a person. I can't order him, but he can order me. He needs me to win this battle tonight because he wants to see if there are cards hidden in his opponent's hand."

"Well, I really hate this style of dialogue. I just want to say that your thigh may be very thick, but it is not very attractive to me. Since you know the distant Shubihu, you must know that I once had the opportunity to hug a seemingly thin but actually one of the thickest legs in the Tang Dynasty, but I didn't hug it."

What Ning Que said was naturally Li Yu, the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty. After saying this, he was silent again, put the noodle bowl in his hand on the wet ground, and squatted alongside the middle-aged man to watch the rain. At this moment, he suddenly thought of a certain picture in a story he liked very much, and thought of Xiao Heizi’s explanation in the small restaurant, so he made a decision. (Note)

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "Or... are you used to quoting prices directly?"

Ning Que stretched out his palm to the annoying Yushui and slapped the other party, and said neatly: "Five hundred taels of silver."

The middle-aged man frowned and suggested, "It's too little, should I add more?"

On a rainy night, the scene of the two bargaining at the threshold of the book shop was really weird. The employer actually felt that the money was too small.

Ning Que turned his head and looked at him and asked, "How many people do you think I will kill tonight?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and said, "At least five."

Ning Que replied: "On the grassland, I might not be able to find five taels of silver if I kill five horse thieves, so don't worry, I can definitely fight to the death for five hundred taels of silver."

"I don't need you to fight hard." The middle-aged man looked at him with a smile and said, "If it's time to fight hard, you can leave first."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "That's not my style of doing things. It's really an idiotic saying that love and friendship are stronger than gold, but since it's business, of course you have to abide by basic professional ethics."

The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand: "Trade."

Ning Que reached out and grabbed him gently, then let go, and said, "My surname is Ning, An Ning. Ning Que."

"My surname is Chao, the Chao of the Tang Dynasty, Chao Xiaoshu."

"What an arrogant surname, what a gentle name."

"Everyone in Chang'an calls me Chunfengting Lao Chao, you can call me Chao brother."

"It's better to be up to Xiaoshu... I said Xiaoshu, are you the leader of the Yulong Gang?"

"You can call me Lao Chao... In addition, I have never admitted that I am the leader of the Yulong Gang. I just gathered a group of brothers to do things that are inconvenient to the court."

Ning Que finally confirmed his identity, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, "The leader of the No. 1 gang in Chang'an is so humble, Xiaoshu, you seem too hypocritical."

The ordinary-style knife was pulled out from the pile of firewood, and found the boxwood hardwood bow and quiver from the box. He picked up a large black umbrella from the crude celadon and wrapped it layer by layer, then tied it all on his back. Then he touched the bottom of the box for a long time and found a black mask that had not been washed for a long time.

He carefully put on his close-fitting soft armor, put a short-sleeved old-year robe on the bottom of the box outside, spread his hair and tied it back into the common style of the Chinese people in Yuelun, and covered most of his face with a black mask. Ning Que looked at the bronze mirror carefully for a long time, and confirmed that there were no loopholes. He walked out of the kitchen and leaned into it and said, "I'm leaving."

Sangsang was cleaning the kitchen stove, washing the pots, bowls and inkstones. There was no expression on his little face. His slender eyes as thin as willows were faintly childish and irritable. For some reason, the little maid was very active in putting bowls and brushing the pen today, making a big bang from time to time. She rubbed the bottom of the pot hard on the rag and seemed to wipe the black bottom of the pot.

Ning Que was slightly stunned, then understood a little, and explained gently: "It is always good to be able to earn some money, and I think that guy should have a good background. I can use it in the future."

With a bang, Sangsang threw the rag heavily on the edge of the stove and took a heavy iron pot to pour out the dirty water. The little girl twisted her waist and pretended that she hadn't seen him or heard his explanation.

Ning Que rubbed his furrowed eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The idiot Xiao Heizi casually threw a word and was burping. Even if I wanted to refuse, I couldn't run to the underworld to find him. Then tonight I would pay the bill for him."

After saying this, he ignored Xiao Sangsang's little emotions and went out of the back house and walked into the shop ahead.

Chunfengting Lao Chao, the leader of the largest Yulong Gang in Chang'an, has been wandering around the world for many years. I don't know how many strange people he has seen. He knows that the young boss of Lao Bizhai must be one of the strange people and has been mentally prepared. But at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw Ning Que's outfit. He looked at the mysterious thing wrapped in thick sticks behind Ning Que, and said with a wry smile: "Look at your outfit, it's not like you're going to kill someone, but it's like you're owing gambling debts to escape your family overnight. Are you planning to carry all your belongings on your body?"

"I only carry one knife, you're content."

Ning Que walked to him and looked at the wind and rain in Linfostern alley. He noticed that there were no people on both ends of the long alley. He couldn't help but frown and said, "I hope there is no traitor in your brothers, I hope your brothers can take this alley well. I don't want the scene of following you Feng Xiaoxiao to kill people tomorrow will become a picture of Chang'an Mansion."

Chunfengting Old Qian looked down at the black mask that covered most of the boy's face, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to be so cautious. If you and I are still alive after tonight, then as long as you do not violate the Tang Dynasty's law and do evil in the future, no one in Chang'an City or even the entire Tang Empire will dare to cause trouble for you again."

Listening to this, Ning Que thought to himself who said that there was no background behind Chang'an's No. gang, but he did not take off his mask and go to kill people openly. His clear voice came out through the black mask: "I'm used to being low-key."

Chunfengting Old smiled at him and stopped advising him.

The quietness of the spring night was already disturbed by the sound of drizzle, and there were footsteps at this time. Ning Que walked out of the threshold and opened the seemingly broken oil paper umbrella towards the small tree. The two of them raised their feet at the same time and walked towards the night and rain.

Sangsang rushed out. She stood in the threshold, holding the heavy iron pot in both hands, looking at the bowl of noodles left on the table, looking at the back in the alley of Fengyu and shouting anxiously: "Young Master, you haven't finished your noodles yet!"

Ning Que turned around and looked at her with a smile, saying, "Let's put it there first, come back and continue eating."

Sangsang held the big iron pot, leaned against the door wet by the rain, and shouted loudly: "It's not delicious if it's cold!"

Ning Que waved his hand vigorously and replied loudly with a smile: "Then you cook another pot and wait for me to come back to eat."

Sangsang pursed his little mouth tightly, stared at him and turned around, and finally shouted: "I'll put more green onions, young master, you must remember to come back and eat!"

Ning Que no longer answered, but the smile in his eyes outside the black mask became stronger and stronger. Looking at the darker and darker alley scene, looking at the increasingly anxious raindrops, he suddenly asked, "Little Tree, where are we going now?"

"Chunfeng Pavilion."

Lao Chao replied calmly: "My home is there...the enemy is there too. In addition, I would like to recommend you to call me Lao Chao because you are a small tree."

The wind and rain in the alley are still there, I don’t know where the Chunfeng Pavilion is.

(Note: Wen Rui'an's "Who is a Hero" Wang Xiaoshi Baichoufei first met Su Mengzhen.)
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