Nightfall

Chang'an City is a city without regrets, except for its summer.

In June, the sun becomes brighter and brighter, the temperature becomes higher and higher, and the hot summer heat envelopes the streets and alleys, and occasionally the wind is also an annoying warm breath, blowing the original green and full Leaves, yellow and purple grapes on the shelf, brought out the ice cubes in the house of the nobility of the prince, pushed the doors and windows of the home of the common people.

All the doors and windows along the street of Lin 47 Lane are open.

Compared with the risk of theft, the horror of heat stroke heat death is obviously even greater. The hard-working little guys sat on the stone steps and looked around with frustration, guarding against the hair thieves who also stayed at home to cool off. The shopkeeper and the main family were carrying bamboo chairs and carrying buckets to the back street. In the alley.

The alleys are quiet and narrow, shaded by green maple, and there is not much sunlight during the day. In addition, the night wind is scored by a bunch of narrow alleys, and blowing on people will show relatively cool.

All kinds of bamboo beds and small square tables have completely blocked the narrow alleys of the back streets. The neighborhoods are lying on the bamboo beds and gossiping idlely, and beside the small square tables are placed melons moistened with well water.

Someone who is accustomed to bitterness is eating with a bowl of oil splashing on his face and eating madly. The sweat stimulated by chili is mixed with the sweat forced by the sultry. Very hot.

From time to time in the alley, there will be a crackling sound. It sounds like an adult is educating naughty children. In fact, it is just that people are slapping their backs full of greasy sweat with towels wet with well water.

"If you're not sure, you're not right! Do you still want to find a warm foot in such hot weather!"

The couple in the fake antique shop are arguing about the issue of concubine day after day. The people in Lane 47 have long heard it, and they even began to wonder if it is a kind of alternative.

There is also a back door on Laobi Zhaibei Street, which has not been used a few days ago, and now he has finally sent the utility Ning Que to lie on the bamboo chair, and took the wet towel that Sang Sang handed over and wiped the upper body with a sigh and sigh, Listening to the quarrel from the bamboo bed next door, I thought about what is really interesting about the literati in the city life.

Since he was bored, he left, put his wet towel on his shoulders, and got up and greeted his neighbors back to his small courtyard. Sang Sang almost carried the bucket and dragged the bamboo recliner with one hand. Go up.

The little maid was wearing a thin blue flower shirt today, with bare arms and calves, and a ruddy black face.

Her cold body is not easy to sweat, it does not mean that she can not feel the heat inside and outside the eaves, but it makes her feel more annoyed. She looked at Ning Que near the well and asked, "Master, can I take off the outside shirt? Alright? "

After hitting a bucket of fresh cold water from the well, Ning Que was almost ready to pour it on his head, to go to this annoying summer heat, and suddenly listening to this, he could not help but feel more troubled, and taught the currency back, "Although You are young, but after all it ’s a girl who can undress and undress in front of men. Now that it ’s not when you are three or four years old, I can wipe your body and take a bath for you. You have become a big girl. Sober, OK . "

Sang Sang glared at him angrily and asked, "Is it really so interesting that you haven't avenged me before, Master? It's not boring to kill one after a few days."

This is an interesting and irrelevant thing. "

Ning Que replied: "We are eating leftovers every day. We have to go to Maokeng to **** every day. Isn't it boring and repetitive? But you still have to do it. Because you have to starve to death without eating, just shit. It ’s suffocating to kill, it ’s boring to avenge murder, but to be at ease in life and bored and boring, you still have to kill. ”

After finishing this sentence, he put his hands up and then turned it over, and the whole barrel of cool well water slammed on him, then poured on the stone floor of the small courtyard, and the whole person was refreshed. Then, after seeing that his lower body was slightly cool, he was surprised to see that the cotton shorts worn by his lower body were washed down.

Sang Sang looked at the half of his buttocks exposed, and giggled with the trousers line tightly tied between his hips ... "The little hand covered his lips but he couldn't hide the joy.

Ning lacked a pair of shorts and turned back angrily to teach coins: "What do you see? Killing is always more interesting than this kind of thing."

Sang Sang put down his little hand that covered his mouth and watched him seriously answer: "I'll stay for a while to make a bowl of fat sausage."

In the summer of Chang'an City, the darkest and coolest before dawn, the residents who were forced to lie on the street by the hot night and took the wind to return to their beds, taking advantage of this coolest period of time, doing The most wonderful and deep sleep, the intention is to make up for all the time lost in the summer.

No one sleeps in Lao Bi Zhai.

Sang Sang made a bowl of fragrant soup noodles, with a lot of chives and sixty-seven cut fat intestines plus two large intestine heads.

Ning Quexiang swallowed the clouds and finished wiping her mouth. She wiped her mouth, put on a shabby common shirt, put on a brand-new, featureless hat, covered most of her face with a mask, and wrapped it in a rough cloth. The knife and the **** umbrella, and then pushed open the back door of the small courtyard, greeted the little maid softly, greeted each other, and then got into the night.

Walking through the quiet streets and alleys of Dongcheng, and the cool night breeze through them, both tired residents and alert dogs are sleeping sweetly. The whole city seems to have never woke up, but there are occasionally water truck wheels The sound of rolling the blue stone slab suddenly sounded, and then gradually moved away until it disappeared.

The faint light of the lantern illuminates the front road not far from the water truck, shaking unsteadily.

When the water truck passed the side entrance of Fangshi somewhere in Nancheng ... Ning Que, who was squatting in the gap of the big bucket, jumped down, his feet fell silently, and his body flew into the night of the side lane of Fangshi. Then he took out Sang Sang's hand-drawn features, and finally glanced at them with extremely dim light.

As Sang Sang wondered, after a period of time, I was going to plan to kill a person. This kind of thing is not like the quiet and painful and happy reading life of the academy, and the lively and annoying city life of Lin 47 Lane. Tune in, and this dull repetition is really very boring. But for Ning Que, who returned from Changcheng to Chang'an City, eating bowls of fatty sausage noodles or fried egg noodles from time to time, and then going to kill and revenge, just like writing a few pictures of Yu Meditation for a few hours, has become his life. A very important component has even become a certain lifestyle. Whenever an object of revenge is killed, and every name on the list of wiped paper is wiped off, it will make him feel less burdened on his shoulder, easier on his body, and a thicker blood on his hand. Everyone instincts yearned for a relaxed and happy life, so his instincts asked him to continue to do so.

The knives wrapped in cloth masks, coats and hats, as well as the life habits of the map and the target, all were prepared by Sang Sang for him. A black-faced little maid walking through the streets of Chang’an will not attract any attention. Que is not worried about her safety, and believes in her ability.

So whenever the sword is about to come out of the sheath, he never thought that his blade would never cut a head, including today. When he quietly entered the city of Fang by night and walked towards the small lake at the back of the tea house, he had begun to use the person's head to pay tribute to many people in the general's palace and the village in advance.

Today he is about to wipe out the third name on the list.

The head of that man's name is Yan Suqing, 41 years old, a former military clerical expert.

This man is good at the technique of the tea ceremony seal and emblem. After being excused from the military by the court, he became a specially appointed tea master of the famous tea merchants in Chang'an City. According to Zall's investigation, General Xuanwei was accused of treason and enemy The three letters of the iron evidence are personally identified by this person, and may even be forged by this person.

His people also had many unclear connections with the Yanjingbian Tucun case. When the Xiahou army was pointing at the country of Yan, but the date was not reached at the edge of Minshan, Yan Suqing was in the Xiahou army, but it was just puzzling. Yes, as a military appraiser for the Ministry of Culture, why would it appear on the frontline battlefield full of blood of killing.

Yan Suqing now lives in the Linhu small building purchased by the tea merchant for him. Ning Que quietly moved along the bank, looking at the row of secluded small buildings near the lake, and watching those seemingly alienated. But the bamboo hut in the implied ancient meaning, the eyebrows exposed outside the mask slowly picked up, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because this small lakeside building is too quiet.

Living in Chang'an is not easy. It can be said that every inch of the earth is gold. In the prosperous and lively city, the Qingyou Eryu represents the precious and very expensive. Ning Que knows that Yan Suqing has won the trust of the tea merchant, but he believes that no matter how extravagant and generous he is, it is impossible to give such a piece of Linhu Xiaozhu to his master tea master.

The morning light is still not here, the view of the lake is still dark, only the water waves reflect the lights of some unknown family ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is a slight glare, Ning Que walks to the front of the lakeside building, separated by the detached bamboo wall , Looking at the huge stone seat under the stone steps in the courtyard, and looking at the thin middle-aged man in the chair, paused and then pushed in.

A small oil lamp was lit, and the thin middle-aged man sat on the stone chair. He held a large mud-burned teacup in his left hand, and gently tapped the corner of ebony tea Qin in his right hand, looking at the door calmly. The young man who entered, suddenly a faint smile on his thin cheeks, said softly: "

The so-called tea ceremony, in fact, only uses a complicated process to strengthen a certain sense of ritual, thereby producing a sense of dignity. "

"Many people think that I must burn incense and bath at home to drink tea, worship Haotian for a long time, and then play a cup of tea with a cup of tea in silence to send the tea soup to my lips. Actually, otherwise, my favorite in my life Pouring tea in a large teacup is probably a habit made in the military. I still like to be direct. "

It's such a hot summer night, young boy, you sleep in the house and wander the lake. Presumably ... it's here to kill me. "

(Stop anger and anger, if you ca n’t quit, you will close yourself and write quietly. You are slow and hard to write today, but this chapter was revised and came out. There are two chapters. I continue to write slowly and seriously, and finally Say something: Well, do n’t say it, see you later.)