Nightfall Chapter 45: The death of Yushi Zhang Yiqi
Chapter 45 The Death of Yushi Zhang Yiqi
After a while, Ning Que stopped pressing, took off the towel and took a closer look at the back of Zhang Yiqi’s head. He used his fingers to poke the hair out there and found that the scar where the rust nail entered the skull had shrunk extremely small, with tiny blood spots. It has also been solidified. If you do not deliberately search for the light source, it should be extremely difficult to find.
He looked down at the towel in his hand and found that there was a copper coin-sized blood stain in the middle of the snow-white towel, some of which looked like corrupted winter plums.
It’s amazing. Zhang Yiqi didn’t die right away, but struggled and convulsed in pain on the short bed. He wanted to howl, but he was very hoarse and weak. His eyes kept rolling upwards, exposing most of the whites of his eyes, looking extremely scary.
He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He thought it was caused by Ning Que with a stick. He didn’t know the real situation. If he knew that an iron nail had been inserted into his head, he would only I’m scared to death.
“If you are instructed, you will have the consciousness to die. But…If you can run to your carriage, or I can keep you alive.”
After saying these words, Ning Que untied the towel tied around his hands and feet, threw it into the bucket beside him, and disappeared into the coming night.
Any word that a person hears when he is on the verge of death is like the last straw he caught in the surging yellow river, and he will subconsciously act according to the other party’s words, not to mention that the Yushi-sama at this time is already in pain. It’s hard to suffer without any ability to think and judge. If there is some reason left in the end, it is just a dazed instinct: no matter whether the cruel teenager will let him go, he must run to his own carriage to be safe.
Ning Que stood in a bamboo shadow not far from the side door and looked over there. He found that it was later than expected, and frowned slightly.
When I was a little worried, I saw Yushi Zhang Yiqi staggering out of the side door. This person should have been naked for some time. His body trembled violently, and his eyes were lost, and he opened his mouth desperately. I wanted to shout something but couldn’t say anything, like a drunkard, more like a fish about to die of thirst.
The entourage by the carriage outside the side door was full of anxiety and didn’t notice anything unusual. He shouted: “Master, I heard that Madam is convinced. Knowing that you are here, you are going to bring those women over to make trouble, let’s go. Come on!”
Zhang Yiqi screamed and rushed over, his feet were vacant, but he was about to rush to the carriage, but finally failed to hold the last few steps, and fell directly to the ground, he stretched out and trembled in despair His hand wanted to grab the dress of that entourage, his gray face twitched, extremely distorted and ugly.
Perhaps it was this terrible expression that scared the horse into a panic, and only heard a bang when the carriage collapsed!
The rails of the carriage, which were scattered like building blocks, pressed Zhang Yiqi to the bottom like a hill!
The dust gradually fell, and the guards stood beside the tattered carriage like fools, looking at the blood on his face, the master who was obviously not breathing, and some did not understand what happened.
Yes, we know that Madam is really fierce. Master, you drank a lot of alcohol today and amplified your fear. Hearing our shouts, I ran a little in horror, but you…how could you run into the carriage? Too! And why is this carriage so fragile, it collapses when it hits it!
The movement at the side door had already alarmed the red-sleeved thugs and the stewards. They surrounded them with all their faces, ignoring the horrified explanations of those entourages, who had not lost their tongues. Everyone took control, and then sent someone to immediately notify Chang’an Mansion.
The people onlookers didn’t know who the old fat man was crushed by the carriage, but just as a poor, **** client, they all pointed around, but the people in the red sleeve trick didn’t know this. As a person, a Yushi died at the gate of his brothel, where did they go to reason?
Yushi Zhang Yiqi became the first official in the history of the Tang Dynasty to panic boarding a car because of fear of a fierce wife.
And when the Yushi made the last run of his life, Ning Que, the real murderer behind the incident, stood in the shadows, clenching his fists, and kept cheering and cheering for him in his heart.
Using a sharp blade to break the cerebellum will have a very short buffer period. When learning to slaughter bison from the barbarians on the grassland, he tried many times, but it was the first time to use it on humans. I don’t know how long this extremely weak Yushi can last. It’s a small gamble. As for him, it is not a problem for him to start dragging the carriage.
“Sure enough, you can’t underestimate the powerful ideas of officials who are greedy for life and fear of death.”
Looking at Master Yu Shi who finally managed to ran to the carriage and was pressed to the bottom by a large pile of tattered wooden cloth, Ning Que sighed in silence, turned and left quickly, and wiped his forehead with the snow-white towel. Khan on.
This is his first murder in Chang’an. It is inevitable that he will be a little nervous, but at this moment, he thinks more is that when Zhang Yiqi finally rushed out, he actually put on a coat on his body. This is the moment of life and death. Master Yushi still refuses to let people see his naked body, and he takes care of his face. He is really a moral model, a beast in clothing.
At this time, the steward of Hong Xiuzhao’s front building and backyard already knew the news. I don’t know how many eyes were trying to find out if there was anything suspicious. Of course, Ning Que would not choose to leave at this time. He went along the river bank to another familiar girl’s courtyard, and chatted with her who had been on vacation with relatives in recent days. She was probably idle and bored. The girl was extremely happy to see him, and Ning Que was also extremely Happy, with a smile on his face, the saliva flies, only occasionally I wipe the corners of my lips with the white towel in my hand that looks like a white plum.
Night shrouded in Lane 47. The master and servant on the bed in the back house of Lao Bi Zhai were talking about the previous events, and there were traces of burning towels in the basin next to the bed.
Sangsang tightly wrapped a quilt on the other end of the bed, and asked curiously: “If this is a crime scene fake, why not just fake it?”
Ning Que asked in surprise: “Do you know what the immediate wind is?”
“I don’t know, I heard you tell stories when I was young.”
“I told this story? Well, maybe I forgot.”
“If Yushi-sama got the wind in the brothel, how could that lady not continue to make trouble? How could the court not investigate? Once the real masters of the criminal ministry were alerted, I didn’t have much confidence.”
“So our most important goal is to convince Chang’an Mansion that this is a traffic accident—only a traffic accident will not disturb the court—but more importantly, this conclusion is the easiest way for Chang’an Mansion to force Yushi Mansion Shut up.”
Sangsang was quiet for a long time, and then whispered shyly: “It’s very complicated, I don’t understand, Master, you have so many things on your mind.”
“So you always don’t want things?” Ning Que took out Jane’s way of dealing with him, hating iron for not being able to do it: “When you don’t think about things, you will get more and more dumb.”
Sangsang replied calmly: “Well, you should be stupid. Don’t people say stupid girls are stupid?”
Ning Que was speechless, and after a moment of silence, he asked concerned: “Is it tired to send letters at both ends today? Is anyone from Zhang Mansion seeing you?”
“It’s okay.” Sangsang replied.