Chapter 45 Death of Censor Zhang Yiqi

After a while, Ning Que stopped pressing down, took off the towel and looked carefully at the back of Zhang Yiqi's head. He used his fingers to push back the hair there, and found that the wound where the rusty nail entered the skull had shrunk to a very small size, and the tiny blood spots had solidified. , it should be extremely difficult to find if you don't look for it deliberately with a light source.

He looked down at the towel in his hand and found that there was a blood stain the size of a copper coin in the middle of the snow-white towel, and some black spots looked like spoiled wintersweet.

Miraculously, Zhang Yiqi did not die immediately. Instead, he kept struggling and twitching on the short bed in pain. He wanted to scream in pain, but his voice was very hoarse and weak. His eyes kept rolling upward, revealing most of the whites of his eyes, looking extremely terrifying.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He thought it was a severe blow from Ning Que with a stick. He didn't know what the real situation was. If he knew that an iron nail had been inserted into his brain, he would be frightened. Scared to death.

"If you are ordered by others, you must have the consciousness to die on behalf of others. But... if you can run to your carriage, maybe I can spare your life."

After saying this, Ning Que untied the towel tied around his hands and feet, threw it into the bucket next to him, and disappeared into the approaching night.

Any words a person hears when he is on the verge of death are like the last straw he catches in the roaring Yellow River. He will subconsciously act according to the other person's words, not to mention that the censor at this time is already in pain, fear, and discomfort. He had no ability to think and judge, and if there was some sense left in the end, it was just a confused instinctive reaction: no matter whether the cruel young man would let him go or not, he would definitely have to run to his carriage to be safe.

Ning Que stood in a bamboo shadow not far from the side door and looked over there. He found that the time was later than expected and frowned slightly.

Just when he was a little worried, he saw Zhang Yiqi, the censor, staggering out of the side door. This man who should have been naked had an extra layer of clothing at some point. His body was shaking violently and he was swaying. His eyes were distracted, and he opened his mouth desperately to shout. He couldn't shout anything, he looked like a drunkard, more like a fish that was about to die of thirst.

The entourage beside the carriage outside the side door was full of anxiety and did not notice anything strange at all. He shouted loudly: "Master, I heard that the lady has been convinced that you are here and wants to bring those women over to cause trouble. Let's leave quickly!"

Zhang Yiqi rushed over with a whooshing sound in his mouth. He was about to rush to the carriage, but he couldn't hold on for the last few steps and fell directly to the ground. He stretched out his trembling hands in despair. He grabbed the attendant's clothes, and the eyebrows on his gray face twitched, making him extremely distorted and ugly.

Perhaps it was this terrifying expression that frightened the horse into a panic. There was only a roar, and the carriage actually collapsed at this moment!

The carriage shaft timbers scattered like building blocks, directly pressed Zhang Yiqi to the bottom like a hill!

The dust gradually fell, and the few guards stood beside the broken carriage like fools. Looking at the master whose face was bleeding and obviously not breathing, they were a little confused about what happened.

Yes, we know that Madam is indeed very fierce. Sir, you drank a lot today and your fear was amplified. When you heard our shouts, you ran faster in fear, but you... how could you just hit the carriage? And why is this carriage so fragile? It collapsed upon impact!

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The movement at the side door had already alerted the thugs and management personnel of the Red Sleeve Recruitment. They gathered around with livid faces. They ignored the frightened and unarticulate explanations of the accompanying guards and directly controlled everyone present. Stay, and then send someone to notify Chang'an Mansion immediately.

The people who were watching had no idea who the old fat man who was crushed to death by the carriage was. They just thought he was a poor prostitute who had suffered a bloody misfortune, and they all pointed at him. But how could the people in the red sleeves move not know this person's identity? A royal censor died at the door of his brothel. Where could they reason?

Censor Zhang Yiqi became the first official in the history of the Tang Dynasty who boarded the train in panic because of fear of his fierce wife. Unfortunately, his horse spooked his horse and he died tragically under the carriage.

And when the censor was running for the last time in his life, Ning Que, the real culprit behind the incident, was standing in the shadows with his fists clenched , silently cheering for this person in his heart.

Using a sharp blade to pierce the cerebellum for sniping would have a very short buffer period. When he learned how to kill bison with the barbarian swordsmen on the grassland, he had tried it many times, but this was the first time it had been used on a human being, and he didn't know. How long this extremely weak censor can persist is a small gamble. As for the frightened horse dragging the carriage to pieces, it is not a problem for him.

"Sure enough, we cannot underestimate the powerful desire of officials to be greedy for life and afraid of death."

Watching the event of successfully running to the carriage, and then being pressed by a lot of broken wood cloth to the bottom of the Royal Shi, Ning Que silently sighed, quickly turned to leave, holding the snow -white towel wipe the sweat on the forehead. Essence

This is his first killing in Chang'an City, and it will inevitably be a little nervous. However, at this moment, what he thinks is that when Zhang Yiqi finally rushed out, he even put a coat on his body. The adults still refuse to see their own light body, and take care of their faces very much. It is really a moral model and a beast.

At this time, the management of the red sleeves and the backyard of the front building already knew the news. I do n't know how many eyes are trying to find out whether there is any suspiciousness. Of course, Ning Que will not choose to leave at this time. He went to another familiar girl's courtyard along the stream, and accompanied her to come to relatives on vacation in recent days. Happy, the saliva said with a smile on his face, and occasionally wiped the corners of his lips with the like -white towels in the white inside.

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The night was shrouded in Lane Forty -seven, and the bed and servants on the bed of the old man's house were talking about the previous things. The pot beside the bed was the traces of the towel burning.

Sang Sang was tightly wrapped in a quilt on the other end of the bed, and asked curiously: "If this is called forgery of the crime scene, why not directly falsify into the wind?"

Ning Que asked in surprise: "Do you know what the wind is?"

"I don't know, listened to you when I was a kid."

"Have I told this story? Okay, maybe I forgot."

"If Master Yu Shi got the wind in the Qinglou, how could the lady not continue to make trouble? How could the court not check it? Once the true disconnection masters of the Criminal Ministry were alarmed, I didn't have much confidence."

"So our most important purpose is to convince Changanfu to believe that this is a traffic accident -only traffic accidents will not surprise the court -but it is more that this conclusion is most likely to make Changanfu forced Yushi Shifu to shut up. "

Sang Sang was quiet for a long time, and then whispered shyly and said, "It's complicated, I don't understand, the master you think is so much."

"So do you always want to do?" Ning Que took out Jane to deal with your own factions, hate iron, he couldn't be a steel road: "I don't want to do things more and more stupid."

Sang Sang replied frankly: "Girl, stupid, shouldn't all people say that stupid girl and stupid girl?"

Ning Que was speechless. After a moment of silence, he cared for: "Isn't it tiring to send letters on both ends today? Does anyone see you there?"

"It's okay." Sang Sang said.