Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 514: My Ranger

The rainstorm came suddenly in the afternoon. m

This place has always been full of rain water at the turn of the summer. It ’s common for this kind of place to be bright and sunny, and the sudden torrential rain pouring down for a while is common.

Several sacks enter the rain under the ground, trek deeper and shallower in the heavy rain, the middle one also wears the sack, but there is another entry above the head to support him with an oil paper umbrella, just The rain was too heavy, and the raindrops in a string were blown by the erratic wind, and fluttered into the body constantly, and the umbrella swayed in the wind and rain, which had no effect at all.

Several Yifu hurriedly walked into the door of Shishifu, and then he was relieved, and Yifu pushed back to reveal their white face, and the middle one was Zhang Cambodian.

He had just returned from the Commander-in-Chief house, and Huang Jingrong, an imperial escort, was eager to leave, resolutely rejecting Luo Shudao's good intention to call the Weizhou bureaucracy for him. Luo Shudao had to send Huang Jingrong away, and only after returning to the city asked Zhang Cambodian to report the situation. Unexpectedly, after a while, it started pouring downpour.

There are promenades on both sides of the gate of Shishifu all the way to the middle hall and the back house. Zhang Cambodian walked down the promenade on one side, shaking his soaked robe, and asked, "Where is the mission now?" ? "

The housekeeper replied: "It was just before the heavy rain, and the emperor was quite sleepy and had returned to the room to rest. I was told not to disturb."

Zhang Cambodian wanted to immediately tell Yang Fan that Huang Jingrong had left, and when he heard that he had rested, he turned to his study room.

Lao Dou, the doorman of Shishifu, waited for Alang and several guards to return to the house, and then closed the door again, hitting a few pots of water to rinse the footprints of the yellow mud on the step stone. When he returned to his porter, Suddenly found something missing, the old Dou looked around, only to realize that the clothes hanging on the wall were gone.

This season is rainy, rain gear is a standing thing. Although he did n’t go out, there was a spare on the wall when he entered the door. Because Yao Yao was hanging there, he did n’t pay much attention to it. Take away.

Lao Dou patted his forehead and scolded: "It must be Kuang Si'er who was taking advantage of the heavy rain and stolen my clothes to bet on money." Lao Dou didn't take it anymore after he scolded twice, anyway There will be Ru deliberately ran to the Shi Shifu to steal clothes, it will certainly be familiar with.

With heavy rain, the passengers on Fish Market Street dispersed, and the heavy rain was like a splash, splashed on the ground, because the water could not be drained for a while, and the water accumulated without the knee. The ground on Yushi Street was very dirty and was washed by the rain. The sewage mixed with fish heads and fish giblets and flowed to the low-lying places. The smell was flat here, but the smell was lighter in heavy rain.

The entry of people on the street has disappeared, and a few street vendors are hiding under the awning of customers who have not brought rain gear and have no time to go home. The fishmonger scooped up the turbid current on the ground with a large wooden basin. A basin was splashed on the chopping board under which the rain could not be poured, and washed out the blood and fish head scales and other internal organs.

A man dressed in clothes appeared on the fish market street. He walked from the east end of the fish market to the west in the filthy rain. He did n’t notice him at the beginning until he reached the end and folded back. This Only drew some attention from the rain. It's just that he was wearing his clothes, because he was afraid of rain falling on his face, and he deliberately lowered his head. He couldn't see his appearance at all, so he could only guess from his smooth chin that he was a young age.

The streamers hanging from a fishmonger ’s stall are hanging down in the rain without jijng. Occasionally, they are swept by the wind, opening the triangular flag, and immediately returned to their original form by the dense rain . But just for a moment, enough to call in to see the handwriting above.

Yun Yiru walked from Dongtou to Xitou in the fish market, and he only saw a family surnamed Chen ’s stall, so when he walked back, he ran straight to the family.

Lao Chen wore a leather apron and was flushing the chopping board under the tarpaulin. The rain hit the tarpaulin above his head, making a "poo poo" sound. The dirty blood, fish scales and internal organs on the chopping board were washed into the rolling sewage by a basin of water.

Some sticky fish giblets were still on the legs. Lao Chen scooped up a pot of sewage in a large wooden basin. Just about to rinse it, he walked under the shed. Old Chen glanced at him coldly, a pot of water splashed out, and some sewage splashed on the infiltrated jacket, and he didn't care.

He just glanced at it, and he knew that he was n’t here to take care of his business. He probably just borrowed the shed in front of him to block the weather. However, the man looked at him and said, "Excuse me!"

Old Chen glanced at him impatiently. The head was drooping, and the facial features could not be seen clearly. The rain was dripping on the jacket, and he could only see the part under his nose. This was a young, tall nose bridge. The distinct lips of the wheelhouse are not ugly. However, the heavy rain disturbed the business, and Chen was in a bad mood, so he frowned and asked unhappyly: "What's the matter?"

Young Ruo did n’t care about his bad attitude. He smiled politely, with two smile lines on his lips: "Excuse me, is Sima not in doubt?"

Old Chen Qu was surprised and looked up sharply. The young man was still smiling. He did n’t look up according to 1rì, he had smile lines on his lips, and there were two dimples on his cheeks. This young man was not only ugly, but it looked pretty.

The tub in Lao Chen's hand fell into the rain nearly feet deep, splashing a splash of water. Lao Chen hurried forward, grabbing a sharp knife stuck on the chopping board.

This sharp knife was used by him to kill fish. It was sharply sharpened every time before it was washed with water. The blood on the knife had been washed away. The sharp knife was in hand and cold light flash flashed.

Lao Chen held the knife in his hand. Without saying anything, he went from top to bottom, drawing a knife into the chest for the young man, just like he usually chopped a big fish, even if it was a big fish weighing a hundred pounds, Hanging on the iron hook under the shed, he cut the gills from the gills to the caudal fin with a knife, and then reached out, and the fish floated with a **** giblet, and he could take a thousand nets.

"O Ah!"

Customers across the shed sheltering from the rain could not help but exclaim.

Young Jin raised his head and looked at the knife drawn from the air. The tip of the knife was curved, and he brushed over the tip of his nose. Seeing that he was about to touch his chest. Splitting his clothes and his belly, there was still a shining phantom in the air that did not disappear.

Young Shin ’s hands stretched out from under the clothes, and old Chen only felt a numbness in his wrist. before one's eyes ’s young entered was still standing there neatly, his clothes were not cut open, and his stomach did not seem to hang The big fish on the hook are generally separated from side to side, and the young man is still smiling, saying with a smile: "It seems that he is still here, isn't he?"

When he was talking, his head was raised. Old Chen saw that this handsome young man seemed to be hurting his eyes, and his eyes were red and swollen. Lao Chen looked down at his chest again. His hands were still tightly gripped by the handle, but a blade more than a foot long had been inserted through the gap in the third rib of his chest.

Lao Chen has killed, although he kills more fish. If it weren't for killing him, he wouldn't be so decisive in his shots, so when he saw the knife, he knew he was dying. He raised his head, and his eyes were like those of the fish Qian hanging under the shed.

Yunyi is walking into the house, and walks to himself while saying to himself: "He actually hides here! There ca n’t be no place, no way to enter without a place!"

Lao Chen suddenly wanted to laugh when he heard this sentence. An inevitable entry has been killed by you. What is your entry?

The fishmongers under the shed and the other stalls all looked at here in amazement, and Yujin had nervously picked up the knife and harpoon.

Lao Chen shook, and the porch fell into the dirty sewage, washed by the flowing rain, and drifted a little outside the shed, moving in the direction of the drain.

After a while, roaring noises and fighting sounds came from Lao Chen ’s hut, because it was raining and there was no business, Lao Chen had already installed the door panel, leaving only a doorway that was in and out. With a loud noise, the door panel was hit by a huge force and burst open suddenly. The card slot under the door panel was also damaged. A row of door panels snapped in the water and splashed across the opposite side. Meet the ghostly watcher's face.

The visitors were shocked to see a soft body, as if the bones of the whole body were broken, rolled a few times outward from the inclined door panel, the head was planted into the water, and the feet leaned on the door panel, still Don't move. Then, the man who walked out step by step, still lowered his head, still did not see him.

Yiyi walked forward step by step with the turbid water, there was a feeling of blood and blood, this was the most desirable thing in his youth, but how long has he not felt this way?

He is a ranger in this city, hiding in Fangxiang, happy to hate, unfettered. Later, he found that the military force he entered was not worth mentioning at all compared to the powerful power of the government. In order to get revenge and master the greater power, he decisively devoted himself to the officialdom.

But the official has been doing it for a long time, and he has kept it in a pile of rules. He has almost forgotten the simplest and most effective method, so that he has to be restricted by rules, follow the rules everywhere, even without rules. Everything that can be solved is used to solving within the rules ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The terrible consequences of almost blinding eyes and Sima's undoubted threat to an innocent child aroused the anger in his heart. I will be Feng Fu again now, and my heart is really happy!

At the same time, the most important thing is that the fish market broke into the street and broke the shackles in his heart. Chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, and officials are forbidden by power. These are two conflicting and out-of-match aspects. When he was a ranger, he opposed the government. When he was an official, he abandoned the behavior of the ranger. Now that he can break this shackle, he is also a ranger. What else can restrain him in the future?

The lightning flashed in the sky like a purple python, and then a thunder struck, and the earth shook violently, and the clothes threw into the thunderstorm and suddenly burst out laughing, chanting: "I kill on the street of the fish market, Yao Po Haoyu washes the red dust, and a mess of things, Jun Mo asked, Jing Keyuan and Qin Wubi ... "

The clothes walked into the rain, and the steps became bigger and bigger, like chopping waves, walking towards the end of the long street. There were many eyes looking at him under the sheds on both sides of the high and low, fearful, suspicious, and fierce. No one dared to rush up.

Yiyi walked indifferently beside him, and in the laughter, disappeared into the mist and rain ...

(To be continued)