Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 10: 　February Luoyang Spring is still early

February 22.

Luoyang.

Morning.

Riding a fast horse and rushing into Luoyang braved the wind and snow, immediately people wore a navy blue cloak and a fan Yang felt hat, pressing the hat low on the eyebrows, blocking half of the face.

This man's riding is exquisite, but he dismounted as soon as he entered Luoyang, as if he didn't want people to see his true face, but he didn't want to be seen by others.

But this is the first time he has come to Luoyang. No one in Luoyang City has seen him yet.

The same year, the same month and the same day.

Chang'an.

The early morning in Chang'an in February was as cold as Luoyang. When most people were still in bed, Zhuo Donglai was already up.

Although he is in good spirits, his face is heavy.

Sima Chaoqun has been ill for several days, and his condition has not improved. Naturally, his mood will not be good.

He hasn't seen Sima in the past few days. Every time he went to visit the doctor, Wu Wan stopped him from driving.

The inside and outside of the ward were filled with the fragrance of medicine, and Wu Wan's expression looked haggard, but her attitude was very firm. No one could enter except herself and the doctor, including Zhuo Donglai.

Note that Zhuo Donglai was so rude the first time in her life.

Zhuo Donglai didn't care at all. Instead, he told others: "A woman deserves to be forgiven for her husband's safety, no matter what she does."

Although it is early morning, there are already two guests in the garden waiting for Mr. Zhuo.

Two people, one surnamed Jian and the other surnamed Shi, are both famous doctors from generations in Chang'an, and they are usually respected. In such cold weather, I almost never left the bed and brazier.

But today, they were invited by Zhuo Donglai early in the morning, and instead of welcoming them into the warm room, they were asked to wait in a small ventilated pavilion.

If it is June, the lotus is red and willow green outside the pavilion, and the breeze is coming in all directions, it would be very pleasant.

But now the cold wind is blowing on them like knives. Although the two gentlemen are wearing heavy fur, and even though they are holding the heater in their hands, they are still blue from the cold. They can't wait to prescribe two laxatives to Zhuo Dong immediately.

Of course, this kind of thinking can't even show any shadow. Everyone in Chang'an knows exactly what will happen to those who offend Mr. Zhuo.

So when Zhuo Donglai was wearing purple shaoqiu, and when Shi Shiran with his entourage walked over from the stone path, both of them looked very happy. They arrived to the ground with a smile and said hello.

Zhuo Donglai is also very kind to them.

"It's so cold, I didn't invite the two to sit in the Nuan Pavilion, but greeted the two of them here, do you think it's weird in your heart?"

Of course it is strange in my heart, but the statement in my mouth is different.

"Quick snow and early clear, plum blossoms are blooming just right." The more talkative Doctor Shi rushed and said: "Dong Weng has always been an elegant person, do you want us to come here to see the flowers and enjoy the snow?"

"I really want to invite both of you to come here to see something, but it's not flowers or snow."

It’s not about what flowers are?

"The skin of Mrs. Xue in the annex outside the city of Doctor Shi is like snow, and the girl with flower stamen provided by Mr. Jian last night is much more beautiful than the plum blossoms here." Zhuo Donglai smiled: "If you want to see the flowers and enjoy the snow, why bother to invite two Are you here yet?"

The hands of the two famous doctors seemed to be sweating, and even their wives didn't know these things. Zhuo Donglai spoke out lightly.

In front of someone who can tell your secrets casually, what else would they dare to say?

"You two, please follow me."

Zhuo Donglai smiled so badly that Doctor Shi and Doctor Jian had to follow him obediently.

Walking to the side of the flower path in front of a ditch made of white stones, Zhuo Donglai first asked someone to lift the slab covered on it, and then turned around and said: "Please look at the two of them, what is this?"

This is a ditch. No matter what anyone can see, this is a ditch. Zhuo Dong came to find them early in the morning. Is it because he wanted them to see the ditch?

What's so nice about a ditch?

Dr. Shi and Dr. Jane were stunned.

Zhuo Donglai stood there straight, looking at this ditch, and he could see God. It's as if there is nothing more worthy of them to see in the world than this water ditch.

Doctor Jane's temper was rather anxious, and he couldn't help asking: "It looks like this is just a ditch."

"Not bad at all, it looks like this is just a ditch." Zhuo Donglai said lightly, "because this is just a ditch, how can it look like something else?"

Doctor Shi and Doctor Jane closed their mouths again.

Zuo Donglai said leisurely: "This is a very well-built ditch, smooth and dry, never blocked. From the residence of the Sima couple to the garden, it has been unimpeded."

Although the two doctors are familiar with medical books, this time they don't know what medicine he sells in the gourd.

At this time, there really seemed to be a scent of medicine in the wind.

The stone path was cleaned up early in the morning, and even the snow in the ditch was removed.

As soon as they smelled the scent of medicine, there was already a dark brown sewage flowing down from the ditch.

Zhuo Donglai waved his hand, some of his entourage gently held the dirt in a small bowl and held it in front of the two doctors with both hands.

"Two people, please take a look, what is this?"

The two doctors don't even need to look at it, they already know what it is. This is certainly not sewage, and there will never be medicine in sewage.

Zhuo Donglai stared at them coldly.

"I guess neither of you know what this is?"

Doctor Jane wanted to speak, but after moving his lips twice, he didn't even say a word.

The big mouth is more like being sewn with a needle and thread.

"This is the medicine that the two bosses prescribed for our boss yesterday. Since the middle of the night yesterday, they have been simmered for more than two hours and have not been cooked until now." Zhuo Dong said: "As far as I know, this post The medicine is also worth at least fifty taels."

The faces of the two doctors changed.

Zhuo Donglai said: "This bowl of medicine should have flowed into Sima's intestines and stomach, how could it flow into the ditch, I really don't understand."

Suddenly bright light appeared in his eyes: "Fortunately, I know someone must know themselves."

"Who?" Doctor Shi asked, "Who knows himself?"

"You."

Doctor Shi seemed to be slapped with a whip suddenly, and he couldn't even stand steady.

"If you don't understand, it must be because it is too hot here." Zhuo Donglai's tone became very gentle again: "When a person is too hot, there will always be many things that I can't remember."

So he immediately ordered his entourage: "Aren't you hurrying to undress Doctor Shi?"

Doctor Shi tightened the fur on his body and stammered: "You're welcome, you don't have to be courteous, this dress is extremely forgiving."

Wearing fur fur is about to freeze to death. If you want to take it off, it will only freeze to death.

In the entourage, there are two big men standing around Shi Da, and Zhuo Donglai said in a very gentle tone between him: "Are you really not hot?"

Doctor Shi shook his head desperately.

"Then you must have remembered, how could the medicine that should have been drunk be poured into the ditch?" Zhuo Donglai asked, "Is it because the patient is not sick at all?"

"I don't know."

Zhuo Donglai sneered, the two big men's giant palms had been on Doctor Shi's shoulders, and Shi Da finally couldn't help but scream.

"I really don't know, I haven't seen him at all."

Zuo Donglai's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Have you not met him? Haven't you met Sima Chaoqun?"

"I didn't, really didn't."

"His wife invited you to see him, but you haven't seen him?"

"I haven't even seen his shadow department." Doctor Shi is already anxious: "There is no shadow of Benlian in that room."

Zhuo Donglai stood there quietly, facing the gloomy and indifferent sky, standing quietly for a long time, then slowly turned his head, staring at Doctor Jian, and asked each word:

"How about you? Didn't you see him?"

"Neither did I." Doctor Jian was already a little more calm: "Sima hero is not in that room at all. Mrs. Sima invited us to come, but we only want us to see a doctor in an empty room."

Then they heard Wu Wan's voice.

"If someone is willing to give out five hundred taels of gold, many doctors are willing to see a doctor in an empty house." She said lightly: "Next time I want to look for it, I will definitely look for someone who is less afraid of the cold."

If someone in this place is really sick, then this person must be Wu Wan.

Her face is yellow and haggard, and her eyes are now full of bloodshot eyes.

She stared at the two doctors who were afraid of the cold.

"I'm just a woman. Of course I don't have the skills of Mr. Zhuo. I don't want two of you to undress," her voice was as cold as ice: "But I advise you to be careful before going to bed. Portal, don’t wait to wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly find that you are already sleeping on the snow."

The two big faces are green.

If a person's vision can kill, now they are probably already dead on the snow.

"Are the two of you now ready to go please?" Wu Wan said: "Please, go away."

She has always been a very gentle woman, gentle and elegant, she usually says "please" first when she speaks.

"Mr. Zhuo," after the two doctors had left, she said again: "I really want to ask you to do something."

"What's the matter?"

"Please go with them too."

Zhuo Donglai did not respond, not even a single reaction, not even a slight expression on his face.

"Unfortunately, I also know that you will definitely not get out." Wu Wan sighed: "You are a good friend and good brother of Sima Chaoqun. I will never find you such a good brother and friend in the world! "

Her voice is also full of ridicule, just like Die Wu talking to Zhuo Dong.

"And Sima Chaoqun all started his career with you. He is just a puppet with well-developed limbs and simple mind. Without you, how could he have today." Wu Wan sneered, "At least you think so in your heart, yes. Isn't it?"

Zhuo Dongwei still has no response at all, just like listening to an actor singing on stage.

"Of course you are an amazing person, an amazing good friend, because you sacrificed everything for him, and you have lived for him all your life, making him famous and making him the master of the big game. , Let him become a great hero in the hearts of the world."

Wu Wan's sneer suddenly became crazy.

"But do you know how he lived as a hero?" Her laughter was full of resentment: "He has a wife and children, and has his own home, but he doesn't seem to belong to this family at all. He has never had a day that he is willing to live, because you have arranged everything for him, and he has to do what you want him to do, and even drink some alcohol secretly."

Zhuo Donglai interrupted her suddenly.

"Enough." He told Wu Wan: "You have said enough."

"Yes, I have said enough." Wu Wan lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Do you have anything to say?"

"I only have a few words to ask you."

"I will say," Wu Wan said: "I will never give you the opportunity to be like me when I do to others."

Although her accent is still very hard, it is actually soft: "Who in Jiang Chong doesn't know that'the purple air comes from the east, Zhuo Donglai has at least a hundred ways to force people to tell the truth?"

"If you can understand this, it won't be better." Zhuo Donglai said coldly, "Has Sima left Chang'an?"

"Yes."

"Why are you hiding from me for him?"

"Because I want him to do something he wants to do." Wu Wan said: "I am his wife. I believe that everyone who is a wife wants her husband to be an independent man."

"When did he leave?"

"The evening of the seventeenth." Wu Wan said: "By now he should have arrived in Luoyang."

"Luoyang?"

Sudden blood bursts into Zhuo Donglai's wolf-like gray eyes: "You let him go to Luoyang alone? Do you want to play him to death?"

"We are a husband and wife, why should I send him to die?"

Zhuo Donglai stared at her. After a long time, he used his unique tone that was sharper than a blade and more vicious than a snake and said:

"Because of Guozhuang."

Whenever Zhuo Dong came to speak in this tone, at least one person in the world would be fatally hurt and hit by him.

"Because of Guozhuang."

This sentence is meaningless to others, but when Wu Wan heard it, she was suddenly injured by the stinging blade of a poisonous scorpion. It was as if she suddenly fell from a tall building and couldn't even stand. An indescribable and terrifying change took place on the face of the withered yellow reef.

Of course, Zhuo Donglai will not miss her changes.

"Sima has been sleeping with you in a separate room for these years, and never even touched you." Zhuo Donglai's voice was cold and cruel: "You are in the year of the wolf tiger, and you happen to have a young man like Guo Zhuang by your side. A strong and beautiful young man who knows how to be courteous to women. It's a pity that now he has died in Honghuaji, under Zhu Meng's knife, even his head..."

Wu Wan suddenly hissed and shouted: "Enough, you have said enough."

"I didn't want to talk about these things, because I didn't want to make Sima sad," Zhuo Dong said, "Now I say it, just to let you know that nothing you do can be hidden from me, so No matter what you are going to do in the future, you must be very careful."

Wu Wan's body is already trembling.

"I just understand now," her eyes were full of hatred and resentment: "You sent Guo Zhuang to the Honghua Ji to send him to die, because you have known the secret between me and him."

She suddenly rushed over, grabbed Zhuo Donglai's skirt, hissed and asked: "Do you think it is? Is it like this?"

Zhuo Donglai looked at her coldly, and gently stroked the veins of her hands with two fingers.

Wu Wan let go of her hand, and the person fell down, but she was still asking: "Is it? Is it? Is it like this?"

She will never know the truth of this incident, because Zhuo Donglai has already left, never looked back, and did not look at her, as if she was just shaken off by him. Insect Ants didn't bother her anymore.

A long rope.

The long rope is in Wu Wan's hands, and Wu Wan is under the beam in the room. The wind blows in from the window, so cold and cold.

"What day is today? I think it must be a good day." She whispered to herself, slowly knotting the long rope.

A dead knot.

The same day. Luoyang.

This street was originally a very lively street, with a vegetable market, a tea house, a morning market, and a flower market.

But now suddenly there is nothing left.

It's like a person who has always been very healthy and strong suddenly died. This killing street also died, turning into a dead street.

The door panel of the tea house has not been taken down for several days. There are only a few mottled and staggered traces of the knife on the butcher's meat table in the vegetable farm, and there is almost no one on the street.

No one wants to come to this street again. There are many facts about the tragic disaster that happened on this street.

Only a wild dog with its tail tucked in, stretched its tongue against the unwashed blood in the seam of the stone slab.

The wild dog will always know who the blood here is.

The wild dog doesn't know, but Cowhide knows.

On another side street, in a small restaurant called "Lao Zhang Steamed Bread Store", the cowhide is bragging.

"Cowhide" is a person's nickname, because this young man who is good and greedy not only brags, but also has a really thick skin, thicker than cowhide.

He is bragging to a stranger from far away, because the stranger has already invited him to drink a lot of wine.

He was blowing the tragic and tragic story that happened on the street outside Tongtuo Lane that day.

"That kid is really **** a good kid, and I really admire him in cowhide." Cowhide said: "That kid is really fucking, he's not afraid of death."

The stranger listened silently and poured wine for him silently.

"Later, I heard that the kid had a surname Gao and he was a friend of the old lion." Cowhide said: "The dragon makes the dragon, the phoenix makes the wind, and the friends made by mice will make holes. This sentence is really fucking. Yes, only a good guy like the old lion can make friends like him."

There seemed to be a flash of light in the stranger's eyes, but he quickly lowered his head.

"Were you on that street that day?"

"Why am I not here, how can I miss this kind of thing?" Cowhide exulted: "I was thinking of drinking morning wine in Lao Hu's teahouse that day when I saw the kid go by himself, February God actually only wore a short cloth coat on him, but he put the big coat in it. Later I learned that there was a sword hidden under the big coat."

Suddenly Cowhide stood up and gestured with his chopsticks: "Just like this, the sword pierced Boss Cai's heart, so fast that people can't even look at it." He shook his head and sighed." No one thought that the kid was really so kind, and even my cowhide was frightened."

"What happened later?"

"Everyone believed that the kid was going to be sacked by the NPC. Unexpectedly, he was on the bone, and suddenly a person fell in the air, as if...like a parachutist descending from the sky."

Such a good "ci'er" actually came out of my own mouth. The cowhide was really proud, so I drank a big bowl of wine and asked the stranger deliberately:

"Guess what, who is that person who fell from the sky?"

"Is it an old lion?"

The cowhide slapped his thigh hard: "Not bad at all, it's him." The cowhide said more and more vigorously.

"Lao Shiyu is an old lion. Although luck is not so good recently, and the person is much thinner, he still looks like a male lion when he comes out."

The cowhide straightened his chest, patted his chest, and said in Zhu Meng's tone: "He is my friend, whoever dares to move him must kill me first."

"What happened later?" the stranger asked indifferently: "Boss Cai's brothers, don't anyone dare to move him?"

"Who dares to move, the old lion's lion's might, who else dares to move?"

The cowhide sighed suddenly: "No one really dared to move it. I didn't expect to have it. A group of **** from other places didn't know whether it was good or bad, and they insisted on breaking ground on the lion's head."

"Anyone from outside?"

The cowhide nodded: "Later I learned that those **** were brought by Mr. Cai."

"But Boss Cai is dead. Even if they slaughter the old lion, no one will pay for them." The stranger asked, "Why are they working hard for the dead?"

"Of course they have their plans." Cowhide triumphantly: "Although your brother can't figure it out, I know it in my heart."

"Oh?"

"Although your brother doesn't know what kind of person the old lion is, but I know, those **** must also know."

"What do you know?"

"Knowing that the old lion will never let them go."

"Why?"

"The **** killed people when they saw the money. Both hands were bloody, and they were not brothers of the Lion Hall. If the old lion regained the throne of the Hall Lord, would they still have their heads on their necks? ?"

"Reasonable." The stranger admitted: "You are reasonable."

"But if they really kill the old lion, they can always squeeze some oil from Boss Cai's men." Cowhide said: "So he will do it."

For such a complicated matter, he can analyze it so clearly. The cowhide can't help but admire him, so he immediately drank a big bowl: "This is called the first to be strong, and the second to suffer."

"Who suffered?"

"I couldn't see it." Cowhide said, "The battle was earth-shattering, ghosts were crying, and at least eight of the ten people on the street were so scared that they urinated. "

Cowhide also showed fear in his own eyes, as if he saw a large piece of flesh flying up, and heard the sound of a knife slashing on the bone.

"My cowhide is not a pustule, but since watching that battle, I can't eat and sleep for at least two or three days."

His voice was dumb, as if he could no longer speak, but the stranger added a bowl of wine for him in time.

The bowl of wine immediately raised his interest.

"In the beginning, it was the old lion and the high kid who had the upper hand, but then it was not right."

"Why?"

"As the saying goes, two fists can't reach four hands. Heroes can't hold on to many people. Although the old lion remains strong, there are only two people in the end. Even if someone stretches out their neck to make them chop, their hands will sooner or later. Chopped sour."

Cowhide said again: "Seeing this situation, the brothers in the Lion Hall who had been stunned by the old lion's prestige seem to want to move too. They want to take the opportunity to beat this drowning lion."

The stranger nodded.

His thoughts were the same, and the situation at the time would definitely become like this.

"As long as those people move, the old lion and the man with the surname will be chopped into meat sauce."

The cowhide sighed again, "At that time, I had hoped that they could run away as soon as possible. They didn't have a chance to run. If I changed my cowhide, I wouldn't know where to go."

"The old lion didn't run?"

"Of course he didn't run." Cowhide raised her chest again: "What kind of person is the old lion? He is not an unknown person like My Cowhide. With his identity and temper, he will run if he kills him. "

"So he didn't run?"

"Nothing."

"But I know he is not dead either."

"Of course he was not dead, how could the old lion die." Cowhide sighed: "But the spikes are dead."

"Spiked shoes?" The stranger asked, "Who are the spikes?"

"It's a good guy, a great guy," Cowhide's face flushed with excitement: "I have never seen a man like him in my life. If he doesn't die, I would like to wash his feet every day."

"Not only do I admire him, but as long as it's an individual, I can't help but admire him." Cowhide said.

"Why?" the stranger asked again.

"He was just a follower of the old lion. He usually looks like a grandson. He is always bullied." The cowhide blushed: "But now I know that he is usually in front of him. Those who act as heroes are the grandsons of turtles, and he is the real hero."

Speaking of this man, all the blood in the cowhide seemed to be hot, and he tore off the torn jacket on his body, and said loudly, "I could see clearly that day. He was chopped off all over his body. At the cost of nineteen dollars, even more than half of the nose was chopped off, leaving only a layer of skin to hang on his face. As long as he moved, the most of the nose hanging on his face swayed straight with him."

"How is he?"

"He simply tore off his nose and belt, and swallowed his stomach in one bite. A knife backhand. Spelled out another one."

Hearing this, the stranger who had been acting coldly couldn't help drinking a bowl of wine and praising loudly: "A hero, really a hero."

The cowhide slapped the table hard: "It's a pity that such a good man died after his exhaustion. He didn't fall down until both arms and one leg were chopped off. When he fell, he still had his mouth in his mouth. Bite a piece of meat from someone else."

"What happened?"

"Seeing him fighting so bravely and violently, we all couldn't help crying. Even the cousins ​​of the lion who wanted to make trouble were moved to tears by him."

The cowhide said again. "The old lion didn't shed tears. The old lion shed blood. The corners of his eyes burst. The blood kept falling like tears. Although he was almost unable to support it, he rose up with his last supernatural power and smashed a **** path. I rushed to the spikes and picked up his friend who has been following him like a dog."

He blew out a lot of his nose, wiped away the tears on his face, and continued tearfully: "The spikes were not dead at that time, and there was one last breath left."

Blood Washing Long Street, Xiao Gao is still fighting hard.

Zhu Meng picked up the spikes and wanted to speak, but couldn't even say a word. Drops of blood from the corner of his eyes fell on the spikes' face.

The spikes suddenly opened an eye that had been blurred by blood, and said the last sentence before dying,

"Report to the hall master that the villain can no longer serve the hall master." Spikes said: "The villain is dying."

The cold wind kept blowing, blowing down large swaths of snow on the eaves outside the steamed bun shop, and the tears on the cowhide's face continued to fall.

The stranger did not shed tears and did not speak, but his fists were also clenched, as if trying to control himself for fear of tears.

It took a long, long time for the cowhide to speak.

"After the spikes were finished, I died, but suddenly there was a thunderous roar from the street. Not only can the brothers in the Lion Hall can't hold it back, even I can't hold it." The cowhide said loudly: "Suddenly everyone rushed up and slaughtered the **** **** with their hands clean. Even my cowhide slaughtered them a few dollars."

At this moment, the stranger also slapped the table hard: "Okay, good slaughter." He poured a large bowl of wine: "My Sima Chaoqun respects you a glass."

With a sound of "dang", a bowl of wine in the cowhide's hand fell to the ground, smashed to pieces.

"What?" He looked at the stranger in surprise: "You...what did you say?"

"I said I want to toast you."

"Who are you? Who did you just say wants to toast me?"

"It's a kid named Sima Chaoqun~IndoMTL.com~You are Sima Chaoqun?"

"I am."

The cowhide suddenly became soft, as if it was about to soften to the ground, and he stammered: "People don't know that the uncle is the world's first hero Sima. The villain dare not ask the uncle to toast."

"I want to respect you, I must respect you, because you are also a **** hero." Sima said, "Actually, it is not enough for me to toast you. I want to respect you."

He really held up an altar with both hands, with the mouth of the altar facing his mouth, raised his neck and drank it, and sighed to the sky: "Friends all over the world say I am an unparalleled hero in the world. How can I compare Spikes, how can they be compared to not fierce?"

The wind outside is blowing harder and colder.

Although it is already February, spring seems to be far from Luoyang.