MTL - Peerless-Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Daxing City, the 14th day of the first month, the third day.

Everyone is silent, and the chicken sleeps.

"It's freezing cold, the doors and windows are closed!"

Liu San'er sang a long sigh, and his voice came out in the quiet night.

He lifted the gong, and the old fellow next to him knocked on it with a mule.

clang!

"Zhang Yang, do we have to go all night?"

Liu San'er took his father's class. His father was an old husband-in-law. He had a sudden heart attack last month.

The first time she was a husband, Liu Saner was excited for a while, but soon felt cold and hard.

Although it wasn't snowing, no matter how tightly the wind was wrapped, the wind would do everything possible to get into a tiny gap, making life worse.

Liu Saner began to miss the quilt in his hut.

"Of course!" Lao Yang didn't like Liu San'er's virtuosity that he had been screaming for the first day, he couldn't help but teach, "I went with your father when I was on business. You follow me tonight Once again, if you do n’t happen sometimes, you have to be on your own, you have to know the way! "

Liu Saner's face was even bitter: "Is there any time to be on duty alone?"

As soon as Lao Yang heard this tone, the young guy was so happy that he could earn money to marry his wife and support his family, so he opened his mouth and trained him a few words.

Liu San'er was not a good temper, but this time he was surprisingly silent, neither refuted nor impatient.

"Have you been a husband-in-law for so many years, have you encountered any strange things?"

Lao Yang was rushing, he was interrupted by Liu San'er, and he wasn't good at saying: "What a weird thing? No!"

"Not one?" Liu Saner's tone was a little strange.

Old Yang frowned: "What are you kid thinking about!"

Liu San'er looked straight behind him: "What are you looking at behind you?"

Lao Yang turned back subconsciously.

Not far behind the corner, half a white man stood.

It was said to be half because the man had half of his body hidden behind the corner of the wall.

More importantly, people in white have no head around their necks.

His head, held in the palm of his hand, was looking here with blood-red eyes.

Lao Yang was frightened with white hair and sweat. He rubbed his eyes. The white man was still there, not a dream.

"Hurry, run! There are ghosts!"

He didn't want to, and grabbed Liu Saner's hand and ran back and forth.

An old man in his fifties was doing his best, but he could run no slower than the young man.

The two ran for a while, and Lao Yang was finally unable to run, bending over and holding his knees, panting.

"Hurry up, go to the newspaper, no, go to the door and report directly to the officer. The thief is scary!"

"Is it so scary?" Liu Saner said quietly.

"Did you just see it, you are so big, you haven't got your head yet ..." Old Yang suddenly realized that Liu San'er had a weird tone before he looked up.

It doesn't matter at this point, he was frightened!

Liu Saner's head was being held by his own hand, grinning at Lao Yang, his mouth still moving.

"Is the ghost you said?"

Old Yang can't answer anymore.

He collapsed to the ground and passed out.

...

Daxing City, the fifteenth day of the first month, dawn.

Shangyuan Festival of Lights.

For the people of Dajingshi, this is the first Lantern Festival they spent after moving into Xindu.

For Song Liangchen, deputy envoy of Zuo Yue Bureau, this is a very unusual Lantern Festival.

As the deputy envoy of Zuoyue Bureau, her martial arts were uncommon, not even a second-rate master.

However, her strengths are not in martial arts, but in taking care of her internal affairs. With Song Liangchen's left-moon bureau, Cui can avoid the worries.

Song Liangchen was therefore relieved to stay in the Zuoyue Bureau, and he did not have to go out once in ten days and a half.

Even if it is the silver house and rouge shop that most women like to go to, she also admires her insensitivity, prefers to make tea, read a book, chat and play chess, and even plays against herself without an opponent. Compared to Cui's failure to go, her health is better. Sun likes to run out, but Song Liangchen is the other extreme.

Therefore, a private statement was circulated to the Chinese side: there were three strange people in the Zuo Yue bureau, a sick ghost, a woman who never showed up, and a fake monk.

Something unusual today.

The sky was faint, and the light blue was nearly white.

Song Liangchen got up much earlier than usual.

Facing the door, sit tight.

Like waiting for news, or waiting for someone.

The plum soup on hand changed from lukewarm to completely cold, and finally a few people came in.

Wind and dust, frost and snow.

Headed by the grandson Bodhi.

Every time he saw Bodhi the eldest son, Song Liangchen thought about a very serious question: He shaved his hair completely. Is it cold in winter?

Now it seems that it must be cold, because when the eldest grandson took off the hat, she noticed that a gray fluff was embroidered on the inner edge of the hat.

Instead, she would definitely laugh at two words, but today she said nothing.

The grandson's look was more solemn than her.

"died."

Hearing these two words, Song Liangchen's eyebrows tightened even more, but no surprise was revealed.

She asked, "Liu Ye?"

The grandson nodded slowly: "Liu Ye."

Song Liangchen: "Cause of death?"

Grandson: "Self-confidence."

Song Liangchen's face became more and more strange, and he even repeatedly asked as if he could not hear clearly: "Self-confidence?"

And the grandson Bodhi, the deputy ambassador of Zuo Yue, who never said much, also emphasized like a parrot, saying, "Self-assist."

Song Liangchen was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'm going out."

A person who almost never goes out actually says that she wants to go out, which is almost as strange as gold in the world.

The elder Bodhi said, "I will go too."

The two went out together without any prior communication, but approached Dongshi very tacitly.

That's the most prosperous part of the entire Daxing City. There are many wine shops and shops. It is said that in Dongshi, there is no one that can't be bought, only the price can't be afforded.

It ’s not long before the New Year has passed, and the atmosphere of the first month is still strong, and the three days starting from the fifteenth day of the first month are three days without a curfew by the court during the year.

In other words, starting from tonight, in East City and elsewhere, the entire Kyoto will surely be the true fire tree and silver flower, and the night city of Biye Fuxia.

Many business travellers who came from a long distance from the Western Regions encountered wind, snow and cold weather, so they chose to spend the New Year here before returning.

Not only does the court have blessings, fireworks festivals and the people have fun, there are also spontaneous lantern riddle tea party song and dance games in the city hall, playing with fire, competing for the torch, and even businessmen have seized the opportunity to launch a variety of novelties, Plus the name of the scene,

Wherever the grandson and Song Liangchen went, Zhang Xinxi was expecting a smile.

The princes of the princes have been struggling to compare with each other, and they have to show off tonight.

The common people are slightly relieved by this year's bumper harvest, and because of the new policy of torture promulgated by the emperor, they have expectations of their future days.

The curfew ban on the Lantern Festival will make these three nights more lively than the New Year's Eve and New Year's Eve.

It was still early, and the East City was already very lively. Many people rushed to see the temple fair early.

Song Liangchen was almost squeezed out of his shoes, and the grandson's veil had long been unknown, and a smooth head was particularly noticeable.

After finally arriving at the tea shop door, Song Liangchen showed despair, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle of life and death.

Tea is not popular these days. The so-called tea shop also sells a variety of drinks and snacks. There is a donkey scone shop next to the tea shop. When the scones are baked in the evening, people who come to buy will grow up. Team, in fact, these two places are the secret whistle of Zuoyue Bureau in Beijing. The mixed flow of people is different, and it is the best place to collect news.

Dude is also a person in Zuoyue Bureau. Naturally, two deputies were recognized. As soon as they entered, they were welcomed into the middle.

There is no place here, both sides lean against the wall, and both sides are surrounded by cloth curtains, which are separated from the outside and can clearly hear the guests' chat.

"Haunted again last night!" A middle-aged man screamed first, his voice rough.

Listening to the accent, Song Liangchen speculated that the other party might be a small businessman in the surrounding county seat.

"I also heard that it is Changlefang in the south of the city. It is said that someone saw three headless men in white clothes!"

"How do you know it's white? Didn't you see it?"

"Everyone said that! Not only was he in white clothes, but he also wore a gold crown, not a noble man? It was just said that his head was not around his neck, like the ones who had their heads cut off before."

"Which ones?"

"Hey, haven't you heard the rumours circulating in the city recently? Yang Hua was defeated, rain was coming, and good and evil came to an end."

"You mean ..."

"Shh!"

"Don't talk about haunted things, it's all catching the wind, who have you seen ?! I have a bigger news, just last night, something happened to Shu Guo's government!"

"Shu Guogong? The Liu family?"

"Exactly, Liu Guogong, Shu Guogong, died last night. He had a big battle and shocked the palace, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, Dali Temple, and other officials, all gone!"

"Did you know about this?"

"My neighbor delivered food to Shu Guogong. How do you know how I knew?"

"On the third day of the first month, did Shen Guogong's family also do funerals? But it is said that Shen Guogong died of illness at an older age."

"So evil?"

The rumblings of rumors began to fall, and then they suddenly fell down, whispering instead.

Like holding a treasure in his arms, he opened it carefully in front of others, cautious and unable to show off.

Neither the grandson nor Song Liangchen spoke, and they listened quietly for a while. After making sure there was no more valuable content, Song Liangchen let out a long breath.

"Let's go back?"

The grandson Bodhi nodded silently.

The two didn't even drink the tea at hand, hurried in, and hurried away.

The tea rumors did not give them much new information, at best it only helped them confirm the original guess.

Haunted, dead, ballad.

A dark tide is flowing.

"Liu Ye actually left a suicide note when he said to himself." After returning to the left month bureau, the elder Bodhi suddenly said.

Song Liangchen: "Why didn't you just say?"

Grandson: "You didn't ask."

Song Liangchen sighed. In fact, she should have become accustomed to the style of this partner. Unless she is not in the face of Cui, the grandson always asks a word, which is much better than dumb.

"What about the testament?"

"It was taken away by the Ministry of Justice, and it was supposed to be sent to the palace," said the elder Bodhi. "But I saw it. There is only one sentence above. I haven't figured it out, so I didn't tell you."

Song Liangchen: "So you want to understand now?"

Changsun: "Liu Xuan's last words are the last words in the song of Cai Cai. Good and evil are reported in the end."

Song Liangchen said to himself: "Yang Hua is defeated, rain is coming, good and evil will be reported in the end?"

The grandson Bodhi nodded.

The so-called ballads naturally need to be straightforward in order to spread the vocals. As soon as many people hear these words, they will automatically trigger association.

Yang refers to the Yang family, which is now the Yang family of the Sui Dynasty.

Rain, Yin Tongyu, Yi Yuwen, refers to the former Yuwen royal family.

As everyone knows, Yang Jian took the throne of his son-in-law, and it is only today.

And after he ascended the throne, those ancestors facing the front also inevitably end up in the end.

The Yuwen tribe, almost anyone who was threatened, was almost killed.

This song suggests that the wrong Yang Yang will have retribution.

"On the third day of the first month, Shen Guogong Li Mu slashed his servant and killed himself with a sword. In order to avoid unnecessary speculation, the Shen Guogong government reported to the court that Li Mu died."

"Fourteenth of the first month, that is, last night, Shu Guogong Liu Ye, hanged himself."

"Then haunted rumors, the rise of ballads."

"The queen was sick a few days ago."

"Coincidentally, Li Mu and Liu Xun were both Conglong ministers who supported the Holy ascension."

Song Liangchen said, looking to the grandson Bodhi: "Do you think there is really an injustice in the world?"

The eldest son twisted the beads in his hands and whispered a Buddhist horn, solemnly: "The Buddha is in the heart, and the ghost is in the heart."

Song Liangchen: ...

"If only the envoy was here!" She couldn't help but sighed. "The envoy has been away for so long, and it's time to return!"

"Are you looking forward to my return?"

Song Liangchen turned his head sharply!

The small courtyard in front of the door slowly walked alone.

When the face was expressionless, it was only plain and pale, and there was always tiredness and illness between the eyebrows. Once the corner of the mouth was raised, all the dullness became bright and bright, as if a little red plum on the white snow lit up the sight. Everything inside makes people intolerant of others.

He was getting thinner, but his eyes were still bright, and even bright, sharp, like a sword with a sheath, invincible.

As long as he is there, there is no trouble that cannot be solved.

Even with a sick bone, he can support half of the country.

The author has something to say:

PS1, two deputy envoys of Zuo Yue Bureau, one is the grandson and the other is Song Liangchen, as mentioned earlier, but some pot friends may have forgotten it.

PS2, Liu Ye and Li Mu are historical figures, and they really support Yang Jian, but they did not die this year in the text.