Chapter 36 Penetrating the heart and liver, calming the face

The Yulin Army imposed a blockade on Lin 47 Lane, but more and more Chang'an people gathered around to watch, regardless of the slightly cold rain getting their bodies wet. People were nervous or uneasy, excited or regretful. The black-faced man under the wall was wondering what happened.

Ning Que stood in the rain holding a black umbrella, looking at Zhuoer sitting in the rain from a distance across the crowd, with a calm expression on his face, looking very focused and serious, as if he wanted to engrav that face in his mind forever middle.

When I met in Laoshan seven years ago, this face was so dark. Why are you so dark? It's darkened than Sangsang than the night, but it is seven years old. The little sunspot has become a black man. After all, this face is still a long -lost strange, so at this time, he has to be serious at the moment. Go to see, remember.

Zhuoer, who always closed his eyes, was lifted away from the Yulin Jun Senior Senate. Feeling that there was no deity in his eyes, it was like a body that lost his soul.

The shop door closed, Ning Que sat in the circle chair for a long time, and then whispered: "Eat noodles at night."

"Okay." Sang Sang replied at the fastest speed, threw the book and the fat powder box aside and entered the back house.

After eating a bowl of Sang Sang specially made with three fried egg soup noodles. Ning Que's emotions seemed to completely reply to normal. Even after putting down the chopsticks, she also interesting her two sentences, but the laughter was inevitably dry.

When the quiet rain stopped in the middle of the night, Ning Que walked out of the shop and confirmed that there was no one peeping in the night, and slowly walked to the ash wall opposite the shop to squat down. He raised his arm slowly and rubbed the wall, wet and cold. There was no body temperature on the wall. He didn't know what the guy would come here to come here when he was seriously injured. He wanted to tell him what he was, how long it was during the cold rain, and when he waited, what he thought about ...

The slender fingers touched a slight stiffness on the brick. The brick corner had extremely light blood stains and a very small small scar. If you don't need to touch your fingers, you can't find it with the naked eye alone.

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After walking back to the shop, Ning Que handed a few pieces of oil in his hand to Sang Sang, and told her to save it well, and then it was very rare to burn the pot and boiled the water. bedding. Just like in the past, Sang Sang was sleeping at the other end of the bed, shrinking his whole body, like a mouse.

"Seven years ago, I stayed with him for only a dozen days, and then he was taken away by his dead ghost master, but you didn't remember those things. These years he has followed the dead ghost. Until now, it is just a spy of the military, which is not good. "

"I did pass through the letter, but after seven years, I met again. I don't know what kind of person he has become now, and how deep it is with him ... My relationship with him really uses most of them, and more accurate is the things I use to know about Xia Hou. "

"But he was so dead. This was troublesome. The only thing they were slaughtered in the villages were now the only one. Of course, I didn't calculate you in, wouldn't it fall on my head? But now I have a bunch of troubles on my body. Where can I still control it? "

Sang Sang knew that he only needed to vent or persuade herself at this time, and did not need to have a cavity, so he never spoke, and gradually seemed to be really asleep.

Ning Que couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the spotted marks formed by the corner of the house by the rain. Suddenly, he sat up and went to the small courtyard with a single cotton jacket. The eaves bowed their heads.

After grinding the knife, there was still no drowsiness. He walked to the pavement to lit the lights, injected water and grinded ink, and pulled the paper from the paper. The ink was splashed like the heavy rain during the day, and a few lines of words were written.

"Chasing is cool, the name is destroyed, the heart is painful, and it is painful. I have not won the Mercedes -Benz, I am soaked and deep, but what is it?

Ning Que's face had no expression, his eyes were calm, and the handwriting on the paper became a clear comparison. I don't know when, Sang Sang climbed up from the bed. The little maid stood beside him in a single clothes, silently looked at the words on the words, and then raised his little face and looked at him in doubt.

"These words are written by a predecessor, I just copy." Ning Que explained: "The predecessor was dug that the ancestor's tomb that year. Although he was immediately repaired, he couldn't rush back to see, so he was sad and angry. A few words.

Sang Sang nodded, but looking at the confusion in her eyes, it was probably not clear. Ning Que smiled and did not make more explanations. The famous post is at least ten times. Only tonight, he probably probably probably. Understand what kind of pain can penetrate the heart and liver, what kind of thing can make people feel that I do n't know what to do.

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After dawn, the rain stopped.

The sun washed by the spring rain was particularly beautiful. It was on the back of the quiet lane, and the corners of all buildings and the ash wall were painted with a layer of show. Lao Bizhai opened the door. Ning Que was sitting in a circle chair holding a rolling book. Occasionally, the brows of the contents of the book were slightly frowned or smiled, and they raised a teapot for a sip of tea.

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

This oil paper was stuffed into the wall tiles before the death of Zhuer, which recorded several people names Liao Liao. Some of the preferences of whereabouts. At least he knows that if it is valuable or happy after death or after death, what should he do.

The first name on the oil paper was Zhang Yiqi.

Zhang Yiqi officially settled in the imperial history of the Empire to serve the Royal History, and was responsible for the patchwork of the patchwork and the impeachment illegal. The Zhang Yushi was still in charge of the case of the case of the Xuanwei General Lin Guangyuan when he supervised the Royal History. During the main book of Shitai, he was also a member of the officials of the Yanjing Village case.

Thirteen years have risen from the eight products to the six grades, how can it not be regarded as the official transportation, but Ning Que did not care about these. He only cared about the role of this person in the two cases of the two cases. General Xia Hou Being able to kill the enemy and get rid of the village case, this person obviously played the role of a royal history.

Then you die.