Nightfall Chapter 217: Rain Street, Burning Man

The twilight disappeared, and the light rain came again.

A middle-aged official with a clear face is walking on the rainy street with an umbrella. From the color of his official uniform, the rank is not low, but there are no entourages beside him. Only a general with a grim face is silent. follow.

The soldiers and lower-level officials at the West City Gate stood silently under the eaves, their eyes moved with the footsteps of the two officials in the street, no one came forward, and no one showed a surprised look.

The middle-aged official is Chengmen Lang Huangxing, who is responsible for the opening and closing of the entire Chang'an City and the gates of the imperial city. The general who followed him is named Shuizhu, and is a general of the city gate army.

Huang Xing is known for his diligence and integrity. Since taking over the post of Chengmen Lang, he will inevitably choose a city gate to inspect every morning and evening. Apart from the water master, he will not bring any subordinate officials. The light car is simple, rain or shine, and no day has been so over the years.

The people at the Zhucheng Gate of Chang'an have long been accustomed to the scene before them. They can only leave after the two adults have finished their inspections. This has formed an unwritten rule.

According to the rules of the past years, the gate of the city gate inspected by Lord Lang Huangxing today is the west gate.

After inspecting the West City Gate, Huang Xing confirmed that no problems were found, and nodded. Pi Jiang Shuijiao looked back at the soldiers and officials who were nervous under the eaves, and waved his hands coldly. Everyone knew Today is finally over, with a relaxed face, and go home.

Standing on the rainy street outside Xichengmensiya, Huang Xing slightly tilted his umbrella and looked up at the rain falling from the sky, feeling that his legs were a little tired, and said slightly, "I'm still old after all."

Yu Shuizhu said: "My lord can still serve the court for another 30 years."

Huang Xing asked: "I have accompanied me to patrol the gates of the city every day, every day I have to step on the night to return to the house. My younger brothers and sisters have long been dissatisfied, and I have worked hard for you."

Yu Shuizhu was silent for a while and replied: "My life was given by an adult. Don't say that I accompany the adult to walk through the nine gates of Chang'an City. Even if I give my life away, it is natural." Now these two A well-known incorruptible official in Chang'an City was once a fellow in the military camp. Their fate was changed because of a tragedy that year, and they were closely linked.

If it weren’t for Huang Xing’s determination, he would have taken Yu Shuizhu to his Royal Highness Li Peiyan first. Maybe he would have died with that general long ago. Even if he didn’t die, he would have been left alone by the court. There was no prince. His Royal Highness's vigorous protection, where is the hard work and glory of patrolling the gates of Chang'an today.

Unfortunately, after all, it was still affected by the incident that year. Although the two were diligent and honest in working for the court, their military positions had already reached the end, and it was difficult to get promoted, but at least they were rich and wealthy.

Huang Xing looked at the city of Chang'an in the light rain. After a long period of silence, he suddenly said with emotion: "We went back to Chang'an with the general back then. It seems that we entered the West Gate."

Yu Shuizhu's expression is slightly cold.

When the two of them patrolled the city gates in the early morning and evening, they talked about the nostalgic affairs in the palace, the interesting things in the court, and they also recalled their military careers, but they never mentioned the general.

Because the two did not want to remember the tragedy of the year, or the role they played in that event, perhaps because of guilt and shame, or perhaps because of fear.

Yu Shuizhu did not understand why the lord would suddenly sigh with emotion today, and whispered: "According to court rules, the force should be to enter the city from the East City Gate. Later, this matter was also taken out as a crime."

Huang Xing sighed and said nothing.

The rain in the twilight is getting worse and worse, and the pedestrians have already returned home. The officials of the city gate department have probably returned to the warm mansion. The guards of the night watch hide in the gate hole or the duty room, and the wet street is empty. Quiet, only the sound of rain accompanied the two silently remembering that year.

Two carriages waited silently at both ends of Yujie. It was a carriage sent by the two-person mansion. The steward in the mansion had long been accustomed to the rules of the adults and did not come to rush them.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded on Yu Street. The footsteps were very soft and stable. If you listen carefully, you seem to be able to hear the faint sound of the sole of the boot stepping through the puddle.

It was a young man dressed in black and carrying a black umbrella.

It is very strange that the young man did not open an umbrella and let the rain fall on him. His clothes were already soaked, and the rain followed the silky strands of hair hanging down his forehead

Huang Xing looked at the black-clothed young man approaching him, his brows slowly raised.

He just thinks that this drenched young man in black is a little weird, and he didn't detect any dangerous aura, and he didn't think anything would happen.

Because this is the well-secured city of Chang'an, and here is the heavily guarded West Gate. Whether it is the brave lady army or the powerful practitioners, facing the majesty and powerful military force of the Tang Empire, they will change To be humble and calm.

Nothing really happened.

When the young man walked in front of the two, he noticed the official uniform worn by Huang Xing and the light armor worn on the water lord, saluted, and walked out of Long Street.

Huang Xing noticed that when the young man in black was saluting, the expression on his face was not in awe, but with complicated emotions. He smiled and said, "Let’s look at this young man in the rain. It’s weird. It’s also weird to come to him to see our two officials standing silent in the rain."

Yu Shuizhu said: "It is reasonable, then go back."

Huang Xing suddenly felt that there was something in his hand. Looking down, he saw a note in his palm.

He didn't look at what was written on the note, but turned and looked behind him. He saw the spring rain patter, and the black-clothed young man had long been gone on the street.

Yu Shuizhu also noticed this incident, his brows were suddenly raised, and his voice was low and he said, "This person is amazing to be able to slip paper into an adult's hand quietly."

Huang Xing was silent for a moment and opened the note in his palm.

The paper strip is slightly yellow, it seems very common, it seems very unusual, the handwriting on it is probably written with cinnabar mixed with some material, and it is red like blood.

There are some lines drawn on the top of the yellowish paper. The lines look like a character when combined, but neither Huang Xing nor Yu Shuizhu can recognize what this character is.

They recognize the words under the note because they are all normal words.

"I came from the general's mansion to take your life."

The expressions of the two changed drastically. When the night was so dark and gloomy and gloomy to the extreme, Huang Xing's fingers holding the note trembled slightly.

The three characters General Mansion on the yellowish note recalled the memories they buried deep in their hearts. Those **** memories were already blurred. Today Huang Xing saw Chang'an City in the rain with emotion, let them I remembered some, and then this note brought all those memories back.

The two of them knew very well that the general on the note did not refer to General Xu Shi, General Zhen Guo, nor General Xia Hou, but General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan.

Huang Xing sighed and said: "I was sighed with emotion before, and sure enough, something should be expected."

Yu Shuizhu said solemnly: "I'm going to the Prince's Mansion."

Huang Xing nodded.

The two separated in the middle of Yu Street, holding an umbrella and walking towards the carriage in their house on the other side of the street.

Official boots snapped on the stagnant water in the street.

At the beginning, the rhythm of the sound was gentle and steady.

Then the footsteps on the rainy street became faster and faster and more urgent.

This proves that their true mood at this time is not as easy as it seems.

Yu Shuizhu walked hurriedly under the umbrella, the expression on his face became more and more severe, more and more solemn, the fear in his heart was replaced by anger, he just wanted to report to His Royal Highness as soon as possible. Sure enough, there are still fish that slip through the net.

The sound of footsteps suddenly became slightly chaotic.

His left foot entered a puddle, and the crackling sound became much longer and dull.

Because he can no longer lift his foot.

His foot fell into the puddle.

There seemed to be an invisible sharp thin thread on the ground of Yujie, which cut the pants on his legs, cut his flesh, cut his bones, so his feet fell off.

Not an invisible sharp thread, but countless invisible sharp threads.

Yu's knees were disconnected from it, and then the entire thigh was disconnected.

Then the light armor on his body was split into countless pieces.

His people were cut into countless pieces of meat. Like ripe fruits, they fell from the air one after another, smashed into the rain, and made a popping sound.

Huang Xing walked hurriedly toward the carriage at the junction of the street in the rain, holding a paper umbrella.

The oil paper umbrella in his hand is very old and his face is very pale.

He doesn't want to die.

Although his oil-paper umbrella is very old and the entire Chang'an City thinks he is very clean, but in fact he has been greedy for a lot of silver over the years, and he wants to live and enjoy everything that silver brings.

Although patrolling the city gates every day is very hard, in fact he enjoys the timid gaze of his subordinates during the patrol. The people admire and admire the look of admiration. He wants to continue to enjoy it all alive.

He thinks he is a scene of Chang'an City and wants to be long.

At this moment, he heard a popping sound from behind him.

The crackling sound of a heavy piece of meat falling into a puddle is different from the crackling sound of an official boots stepping into a puddle, and it is very clear in the sound of falling rain.

Huang Xing didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back.

His hand holding the oil paper umbrella trembled, looking at the carriage and the steward who bowed respectfully beside the carriage not far away, his pale face showed a look of despair.

The yellowish piece of paper he was holding tightly in his hand was wet with rain and sweat.

Suddenly, a splendid flame sprayed out of his hand.

Another flame spewed out from his official robe.

Another flame spit out from the wrinkles of his old cheeks.

Countless flames, spewing out from the deepest part of his body, instantly melted his hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, skin, fat, musculoskeletal, and burned everything.

The long street on rainy night is dim and wet.

The person under the umbrella is burning.

After a while, the oil-paper umbrella fell from the sky and landed on the rainy street.

Huang Xing under the umbrella has been silently turned into ashes.

The umbrella rolls slowly in the puddle, and the handle is slightly burnt.

In an alley not far away, Ning Que stood quietly in the rain.

I don't know if the mood swings were too intense, or the spring rain was a bit cold, his face was a little pale, and the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was a bit tired.

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