When Ning Que found Shangguan Yangyu, the new nobleman of the Tang Empire was drinking in the House of Red Sleeves. His distinctive triangular eyes looked more wretched because of the blurriness. His goatee, which was soaked in wine, was like an ink brush swinging on the table, which was funny and even disgusting.
Logically speaking, the current situation of the Tang Empire was extremely serious. The imperial study in the palace was lit day and night, and all the departments were extremely busy. He really couldn't understand why Shangguan Yangyu was here, but he didn't bother to ask because he was pressed for time.
When Shangguan Yangyu saw him, he sobered up and felt his stomach was heavy. He wanted to go to the toilet to solve the problem, but he didn't dare to leave. He asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Thirteen?"
Ning Que said, "I want to kill some people."
He said it casually, but in Shangguan's ears, it was like a clap of thunder. The remaining tipsy feeling was immediately dispelled, and his lower abdomen twitched. He shivered, as if he had already gone to the toilet.
The reason why he reacted so strongly was that Shangguan knew very well that if Ning Que said to kill people, he would kill them. And the people he killed would not be ordinary people, nor would he just kill them.
Since many years ago, Ning Que had started killing people in Chang 'an City. He had committed many murders and killed many officials of the imperial court. It was also from then on that Shangguan began to contact him. He pretended that he didn't see anything, but in the end, he had to be loyal to Ning Que from body to soul.
If Ning Que hadn't killed the censor Liu Yiqi, he wouldn't have been able to become the prefectural magistrate of Chang 'an City. In a sense, he was the first spectator of Ning Que's killing and the first beneficiary. He had never forgotten those bloody memories.
However, Ning Que was now the most important bigwig in the Tang Empire. His words were more powerful than the emperor's. No matter who he wanted to kill, no one dared to oppose him. So why did he come to him?
Shangguan Yangyu couldn't understand, and his expression became more humble. Ning Que knew what he was thinking, but he didn't explain. He looked at him with interest and said, "You don't want to help me?"
"What are you talking about?"
Shangguan Yangyu looked determined. Seeing that no one in the building was paying attention to them, he lowered his voice and said firmly, "Even if you want to kill your way into the palace, I will follow you!"
Ning Que was satisfied with his attitude and led him out of the House of Red Sleeves.
Shangguan Yangyu did not dare to say anything. He grabbed the front of his robe and followed him into the puddles on the street. Perhaps it was because of the cold autumn rain, his face looked a little pale.
His performance in that war was outstanding and he had been promoted many times. He was already a Grand Secretary and ranked at least among the top five in the imperial court. But he was very clear that the fundamental reason why he could have his current position was that Ning Que and the Academy trusted him. So no matter what the Academy decided to do, no matter who Ning Que wanted to kill, he had to follow. After all, he was not Zeng Jing the Grand Secretary, who could scold Ning Que badly without worrying about his position in the imperial court or being killed by the Academy. It was all because he did not have a good daughter. But who did Ning Que want to kill? He wouldn't really kill another Emperor of Tang, would he?
The autumn rain was pattering and the long street was already wet. The sound of wheels rolling on the flagstones gradually stopped. Shangguan Yangyu lifted the curtain and found that he did not enter the palace, so he felt a little relieved.
The place Ning Que brought him to was a large inconspicuous house. There was no sound in the whole house and it looked a little gloomy in the misty rain.
Shangguan Yangyu knew what this house was for and felt more and more confused. He thought that if the person Ning Que wanted to kill lived here, he could just kill him. Why did Ning Que bring him along?
Walking into the main hall of the house, Ning Que sat on the armchair and took the hot tea from the official of the Ministry of Penalty. He gently pulled the lid off and looked at him and said, "The money and grain counselors from the Ministry of Revenue will be here soon."
After saying this, he looked at the corridor outside the hall that was wet by the autumn rain and sensed the looming Qi of Heaven and Earth Lock in the air. He said, "Time is a little tight, so we have to hurry."
When the whole world attacked the Tang Empire, Li Huiyuan took the opportunity to usurp the throne. He Mingchi was in charge of the Imperial Center Administration and the Southern Gate Temple and caused chaos. No one knew how much blood was shed in Chang 'an during those nights.
After Ning Que and the Empress returned to Chang 'an and stabilized the situation, the next thing they did was to suppress and purge. The cultivators who participated in the rebellion in the Imperial Center Administration and the Southern Gate Temple were either killed or captured. Now they were imprisoned in this large house. The tactical array here could not trap the powerhouses of the Knowing destiny State, but it was enough to turn them into ordinary people.
"Killing these people is not a big deal …" Shangguan Yangyu did not finish his sentence.
"There are many people to kill." Ning Que said, "Besides the people here, there are many more people to kill. How can I kill so many people alone? I need the imperial court to do it."
Shangguan Yangyu said with a sad expression, "Although I used to be a Judicial Military Advisor in the Chang 'an Local Government, I never supervised executions. Isn't it more convenient for the Ministry of Penalty to do this?"
"I can judge whether they are dead or alive. It's not a matter of supervising executions."
Ning Que said, "As I said, there are too many people to kill today. There can't be any mistakes. The Ministry of Revenue, which is in charge of you, is best at counting the number."
Thinking of what Ning Que said before, the Grain Advisors of the Ministry of Revenue were coming here, Shangguan Yangyu was extremely shocked. His body stiffened and he thought, "Do I need the Ministry of Revenue to count the heads? This … this … how many people are they going to kill? "
"You should know about the governor of Chuzhou." Ning Que stood up and walked to the railing. He looked at the curtain of rain and said, "You are afraid, so you are fooling around in the House of Red Sleeves."
The whole Tang Empire knew that Mr. Shangguan was greedy and immoral. The most admirable thing was that he did not abandon his wife or that he feared his wife like a tiger. It was strange that such a person was drinking in a brothel early in the morning.
Listening to Ning Que's words, Shangguan Yangyu was silent for a long time. Then he said tiredly, "Yes … I am indeed afraid … I don't want to die quietly."
Ning Que said, "As long as you are in Chang 'an, I can guarantee your life."
Shangguan Yangyu looked at his back and said, "What about outside the city? The Academy can't guarantee the lives of the officials of the imperial court. How can they not be afraid? "
Ning Que turned to him and said, "What you said makes sense. So I want to kill people today. I want to kill a lot of people. Only in this way can we hope that they won't dare to kill our people."
Shangguan Yangyu's triangular eyes suddenly brightened. He knew what the Academy was going to do. But the next moment, his eyes dimmed again, because this might not solve the problem.
At this moment, the Yulin Royal Guards escorted more than ten officials of the Ministry of Revenue to come in the wind and rain. These people were the best accounting experts. They could count everything correctly, including the number of people.
So Ning Que could start killing.
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