In the dead of night, Ning Que lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He naturally thought that if Darkie was still alive, Sangsang would not have to take the risk to send a message to the Zhang Mansion.
There was not much to conclude about today's assassination. After so many days of preparation, it was easy to kill an unguarded old civil official. When the rusty nail pierced into Zhang Yiqi's skull, he was already dead. There was no way he would leave anything that could harm Ning Que. The other methods were just additional actions. As he explained to Sangsang, the imperial court expected the censor to die in a traffic accident rather than in a prostitute's bed.
As for the feeling of killing someone? He did not feel much. His life in the Tang Empire began with a murder and grew up in countless murders. He had killed many people and used many more methods to kill people, many of which were more cruel and bloody than today's. Would he feel fear, nausea and even fear of the dark after killing someone? This kind of situation could only happen to those scholars who immersed themselves in poetry. As for him, although he would also participate in the academy entrance exam of the Academy, he was not a scholar.
— He was a hunter who killed old hunters, a Horse Gang who killed young Horse Gangs, and a natural killer.
But the person he killed today was after all a high-ranking official of the Tang Empire. He was the target of revenge that he had accumulated for many years. The blood that flowed in the General's Mansion when he was four flashed across the ceiling, the old housekeeper and the little guy's shocked and lifeless eyes. Ning Que laughed happily, feeling that the stuffiness in his chest had finally dissipated a little.
On the other side of the bed, Sangsang's little face was also full of smiles. She knew that he must be in a particularly good mood today, so she decided to wait until he killed all his enemies, including General Xiahou, before she took out the box she hid under the bed and showed it to him. She believed that when he saw that piece of paper again, his feelings would definitely be different from now.
The box contained some papers that Ning Que had casually thrown away over the years, but they were very good in Sangsang's eyes. The latest one was the funeral note that Ning Que had written on the night of Zhuo Er's death. Ning Que thought that the paper had been thrown away with the trash, but he did not expect that his little handmaiden had secretly hidden it.
After a long period of silence, Ning Que suddenly sighed and said with some regret, "I didn't think there was anything wrong with the poem you wrote last night. But when I read it in front of that guy today, I felt that something was wrong. Well, after thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was a little silly."
Of course, he was referring to the poem 'Where do I come from, to take your life?'. The monotonous repetition, the deliberate intensification, the clumsy and clumsy words were even worse than a limerick. However, the master and the servant were obviously lacking in literary talent. On the night when they came up with their revenge plan, they actually thought it was pretty good.
"Then I'll make some changes," Sangsang replied seriously, "Young Master, when do you plan to kill the second person? Tell me the time, and I promise I'll fix it before that day. "
Finished editing before the deadline? Why did it feel like he was writing a magnificent masterpiece? Ning Que thought silently, and then he replied with a smile, "In that case, there's no hurry. The second name on the paper seems to be a little troublesome, so I don't plan to do it for now. Let's wait until the matter with Zhang Yiqi calms down. Besides, I have to prepare for the academy entrance exam."
"When we were in the City of Wei, young master, you often worried that those old guys would die of illness or old age before you started your revenge."
"But since I've already waited for more than ten years, I believe that Old Master Haotian would definitely give me dozens of days."
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Revenge was a comprehensive project, especially when you were just a nobody, and the targets of your revenge were all bigwigs in the upper echelons of the empire. This project would be unimaginably complicated. Ning Que didn't have the luck of a certain count, nor the forbearance of a certain eunuch, so he had to be more cautious.
After staying at Lin 47th Street for two days, he went to the market to inquire about the interesting things that happened in Chang 'an City. He found that the death of the censor Zhang Yiqi didn't cause too much of a disturbance, but it attracted countless gossip and ridicule from the people of Chang' an. There were countless versions of what happened at the side door of the brothel, but most of the narrators tended to link the censor's death with the misfortune of his wife.
Just as Ning Que expected, the powerful wife of the censor was now making a scene in the Chang 'an Local Government, but the House of Red Sleeves only closed for a day before reopening. It seemed that although the imperial court hadn't concluded the case, they basically thought that there was nothing suspicious about the censor's death.
On the third day, Ning Que knew that he should go to the House of Red Sleeves again, or else the girls in the brothel and the maidservant Xiaocao would definitely find it strange if he behaved so differently from before.
This time, he decided to bring Sangsang along. Sangsang tied up her hair and hid it under her hat. She changed into Ning Que's coarse clothes and didn't need to disguise herself anymore. With her tanned face and extremely ordinary eyebrows, she looked just like an inconspicuous manservant.
"It's not raining today, why bring that to attract people's attention?" He said, pointing at the big black umbrella on Sangsang's back.
Sangsang shook her head and insisted on her own opinion. Ning Que ignored her, knowing that she was worried about the aftermath of the censor Zhang Yiqi's death. It was safer for them to bring the big black umbrella.
However, he didn't expect that the moment they closed the door of the Old Brush Pen Shop, they were blocked by a group of people.
This group of people were all strong men. In the spring, their chests were exposed, revealing their strong chest muscles and two or three strands of black chest hair to show their strength and bravery. There were two local government runners of Chang 'an Local Government standing under the tree in the distance, looking at the people making trouble but expressionless. This showed that their bravery and bravery were recognized by the government.
A vigilant look appeared on Sangsang's face. She subconsciously stretched her right hand behind her back and tightly held the big black umbrella. Ning Que, however, was not nervous at all. He looked at the two local government runners of Chang 'an Local Government standing under the tree in the distance and noticed that they didn't bring any chains or iron handcuffs. Then he guessed the origin of this group of strong men.
The leader of the strong men was about 30 years old. He didn't yell and insult as Ning Que had imagined, and then order his men to break into the Old Brush Pen Shop to smash and rob it. Instead, he politely cupped his hands and bowed to Ning Que. He said in a low voice, "You are the little boss, right? I came here a few days ago, but you were not here at that time, so I couldn't talk about some things. "
Ning Que turned sideways and glanced at Sangsang. When he was about to ask her about it, he suddenly remembered that she had mentioned it to him. He turned around and looked at the man, answering gently, "What can I do for you, big brother?"
"I believe by now you should know why you are the only shop on Lin 47th Street." The man directly stated his conditions, "I'll buy out your shop contract with two hundred taels of silver. You can go find another shop. If there are any losses in the process, you can tell us. If it's reasonable, we're willing to pay for it. We only have one request for you, and that is … to move out immediately."
These conditions were really good. Ning Que sighed with emotion as he looked at this group of men. He thought to himself that Chang 'an was indeed the most benevolent city under the rule of the emperor. Even if they were to do a demolition, it was still so generous.
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