Nightfall Chapter 51: The sky can tolerate me, and I can live

Chapter 51 If the sky can tolerate me, I can live

Cui Delu looked at the middle-aged man's back and said coldly: "I know what you rely on, aren't you just people like Chang San Qisi, Liu Wufei Liu Chen Qi? I know you can fight, and your brothers are also very capable Fight, but don’t forget, Chang Sanfeiliu is the Lieutenant of the Yulin Army, Liu Wu is the leader of the Xiaoqi Camp, and Chen Qi is the old man who retired from the guard. The big people gently lift their fingers and you Will be pressed into the deepest part of the underworld and will never stand up."

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and looked into his eyes with a frown.

"In the past few years, your most reliable and most able-bodied brothers have died a lot. Except for Qi Si’s trash, you can only rely on these guys, but you don’t understand the power of the nobles. They only need a word. , With one piece of writing, you can trap the combat power you rely on most in the barracks. In Chang'an City, the ghosts and snakes who have been suppressed by you for more than ten years, once they know the news, they will be very happy to jump out. Give you a bite?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, his expression calmed down, and he continued to walk outside the door.

Cui Delu sneered behind him and said: "The old court of Chunfengting...Your hand stretched out too long, it has reached the court... Now you are all enemies, I want to see who else Let you!"

The middle-aged man put his right hand on the door and said after a moment of silence: "As long as the sky can tolerate me, I can live."

The conversation on the top floor of the Red Sleevezhao, in a sense, determined the historical and natural course of the underground world of Chang’an City. When the big figures above the temple suddenly became interested in caring for the weeds above the rivers and lakes, no matter No matter how vigorous the vitality of those weeds, and how strong the desire to live, they will be like the grassland after a wildfire, leaving only the charred waist and the grass roots remaining in the soil, and it is no longer possible to repeat the previous lushness.

This is the smell of power.

Yushi Zhang Yiqi’s wife was actually very used to this kind of taste all her life, so when Zhang Yiqi suddenly died, she couldn’t accept this fact at all. She took the gang of women who went to the brothel to make trouble and brought the master’s body home and cried. After two days, I started to rush between Dali Temple and the Chang'an Fu Yamen, which is responsible for the security of the capital. It's a pity that this time it was her turn to smell this equity power, and the taste became a bit bad.

"How could my master be so short-lived? He told me that 27 years ago, the Master of National Normal University once showed him his fate, saying that he must live a long life. In my opinion, my master must be The fox in that building killed him! Master Jing Zhaoyin, you have to call the shots for me. If you dare to protect the building, I will go to the Prince’s Mansion and ask your Highness to be fair to my lord!"

The official sitting on the stage is in his early forties, with triangular eyes and rosacea, with a sparse beard under his jaw. His appearance is really indecent. People were not sent to the counties below, but stayed in Chang'an Mansion, which is really an anomaly.

The officials looked at the skinny woman standing under the hall, and got a headache from what she said. Fortunately, the officials of Datang knew the legendary life of the National Normal University, and he only understood it after careful calculation. , Twenty-seven years ago, the Master of the National Normal University was only a fire-burning Taoist boy at the south gate of Haotian Road. He had not yet met the current sage and made his fortune. At that time, he was mostly fortune-telling for Zhang Yiqi because it was mostly a fraud. After coughing twice, Majestic said:

"Cough cough... Madam, please be sorry. First of all, you have to understand that this officer is Yang Yu, the judicial officer of the Chang'an Prefecture, not Lord Jing Zhaoyin. Secondly, Lord Yushi’s remains have been inspected in detail. It was because the carriage was accidentally dumped and overwhelmed, which caused the brain to suffer a heavy blow to death. It is not a murder case."

Yushi Zhang Yiqi died at the side door of the brothel. This incident caused a lot of noise in the city of Chang'an, but it was mostly ridicule and ridicule, and no one in the officialdom connected this incident with any murder. Chang'an In order to prevent the poor imperial history from making a fuss, the government had already classified the case as a traffic accident two days ago.

But no one thought that the lady Yushi went to Dali Temple directly without reluctance. Yushi’s job is to offend officials. Naturally, the popularity cannot be very good. Although Zhang Yiqi is dead, but His Royal Highness is still there, so no official will take the opportunity to fall into the well and pour dirty water on the rocks, but no one wants to be nosy, so Dali Temple He unceremoniously pushed Mrs. Yushi back to Chang'an Mansion.

Jing Zhaoyin heard the drum beating before, and then asked if it was the fierce and nasty Mrs. Yushi who had already sneaked back from the side door to the back house, and then told his subordinates that he was unwell today and needed Rest.

Shangguan Yang Yu joined the army as a judicial officer in the Chang'an Prefecture, and was in charge of criminal investigations, but he couldn't find a reason to slip away, and he didn't want to slip away. In the eyes of other officials, Mrs. Yushi was an uncomfortable shrew , But in his eyes, all officials’ wives are paper tigers. As long as they are scared and scared at what they fear, they can be dealt with, and maybe they can still benefit from it.

At this moment, I have not forgotten to take advantage of it, which shows the greed of this judiciary in the army, and this has to be talked about from his origin. Shangguan Yangyu's ancestors were from the Southern Jin Dynasty. After the ancestors moved to Chang'an, the five generations settled here. They lived in the impoverished East City for generations. There was no promising male in the family of the partial son. He was either a gambler or a **** man. For five generations, he saved only two. Powafang and more than ten taels of silver, it was not until the generation of Shangguan Yangyu that he was lucky enough to pass the written examination for recording officials, and then from the bottom jailer, until now he finally has a real official status.

After joining the judiciary and joining the army, Shangguan Yang Yu was no longer as low-key and cautious as these years. The fear of poverty and the fanatical pursuit of money made him start his own way of accepting bribes. Chang'an was up and down by the court. The stare is tight, and it is the poor yamen who eats taxes. It is impossible for him to be embezzled, but he can pervert the law.

In the case of Yushi Zhang Yiqi, he did not dare to wrong the law and wrong the brothel, but he wanted to try to squeeze some money out of the dead wife. He squinted his eyes and looked at the skinny Mrs. Yushi. The other party retorted angrily, beckoning the other party to come closer, and said in a low voice: "Madam, the evidence is your own guard and entourage. The material evidence is still piled in the backyard of the Yamen. Master Yushi still smells of powder, and that day you brought that When a group of servant women rushed over with wooden sticks, half of the people in Chang'an City saw it. You said... Master Yu Shi was not afraid that you were going to the brothel to catch the rape, so he rushed to death on his carriage. Who believes? "

Mrs. Yushi suddenly changed her color, and when she was about to swear harshly, Shangguan Yang Yu smiled slightly, his triangular eyes narrowed into a small square in the middle of the coin, and continued to lower her voice and said, "In fact, this official also understands, Master Yushi It’s too weird, too awkward and...it’s not good. You have to make a fuss so that you can appear to have a clear mind and avoid being said that you forced your master to death. Besides, if it does make a fuss, the building will still Can’t pay you a large sum of money? Well, if this person dies in the underworld, he will no longer care about living. What is the value of the compassion and surrender issued by the court? It is naturally the best to get a pen. Okay."

The expression on Madam Yushi’s thin face was extremely unnatural, and it was obvious that Shangguan Yang Yu said that she was in her mind. After a long time, she suddenly looked forward to him with great expectation, and said in a low voice: "If this happens, I You...20%."

In the courtroom, I dared to trade Tang Law directly. If Yushitai or Gongli knew about this, neither Shangguan Yangyu nor the Yushi Madam could escape death, but today the whole The people in the Chang'an Mansion’s Yamen all avoided because they were afraid of Mrs. Yushi’s spoiling, the court was clean and powerful, and she was not worried about being heard.

However, contrary to Mrs. Yushi’s expectation, Shangguan Yangyu's face suddenly sank, and he slapped his hand with a gavel, and sternly shouted: "What a bold woman, I only respect you because your husband is a censer. I want to kill myself!"

Ms. Yushi was terrified with a scream. Shangguan Yangyu's face seemed to be drawn, and he quickly became amiable. He said sincerely, "This official scolds you to save you, do you know that? Who is the backer of the house? You still want to take money from there? You are so bold."

Mrs. Yushi supported the counter and tremblingly said, "This...this...you have to ask for your advice."

Of course, Shangguan Yang Yu couldn’t say that Chang'an Mansion occupied a lot of shares in that building. He pretended to mysteriously stretch his finger to the sky, lowered his voice and said: "That is the property of the empress empress."

"Huh?" Mrs. Yushi was shocked when she heard the words Empress Empress. She even felt a little soft in her knees. She trembled: "How can this be good? How can this be good? "

"If you insist on going on, I don't guarantee that the reputation behind Yushi-sama will be preserved. After all, someone saw him run out of the brothel, and he was still drunk at the time."

Shangguan Yangyu looked at her sternly and said: "If Yushi is a prostitute, if you let the palace know about it, even if you die, you will be removed from the official position, and you will be exempted from the surrender. Then you will really be a gangster. The water is empty."

Mrs. Yushi asked in horror: "Then...that...how can it be done? I won't succeed if I don't sue?"

"The problem is that this matter has already gone out, but if the person in charge in the building over there can be managed, be sure not to let this matter go into the palace, especially that person’s ears, or Things can still be done."

"Then do it!" Mrs. Yushi had no idea for a long time, her thin face was full of confusion and tension, and asked: "How do you think about this?"

Shangguan Yang Yu smiled slightly, knowing that there will be another money in the account soon, and can't help feeling that every pore on his body is unfolding, and the thin face of Mrs. Yushi in front of him has become a lot more pleasant, and he feels proud in his heart. What: Eating men is as simple as eating women, and eating living people is as refreshing as eating dead people.

He came from a poor background and can even be said to be humble. His ancestors have no legacy, no backing behind him, and he has an ugly face. He eats the plaintiff and the defendant as greedy as a locust, and slaps his superiors like a boar. Thick-skinned, moral character and temperament have nothing to behold, but as long as Master Haotian does not accept him, he will continue to live so persistently and ugly, as the saying goes, as long as the sky can tolerate me, I can live.

The spring rain continued for another two days, and the business in Lin 47 Lane was still so deserted.

Ning Que did not know that there was a judicial officer named Shangguan Yangyu in Chang'an Prefecture who joined the army. Because of his greed in his bones, he solved the last little trouble of assassinating Yushi Zhang Yiqi. At this time, he was holding a slightly hot face. Bowl, looking at the bluestone slab being constantly washed by the rain, thinking about the admission test soon, thinking about the expensive tuition and accommodation fees, feeling a little depressed, feeling a little cold, and subconsciously tightening the collar with his left hand.

Although the entire year’s rent was waived from the mysterious owner, it is equivalent to earning three hundred taels of silver in the air, but the silver is not cash, but only on paper. If the owner really cannot bear the pressure of the government, or if Lao Bi Zhai cannot continue to operate even if there is no rent, it is equivalent to zero.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing again. He lowered his head and picked up the noodles in the bowl with the tip of his chopsticks, poking at the fresh green onion. He had no desire to eat at all. In the past two days, he was even interested in writing. No, not to mention this bowl of noodle soup that has been eaten for several years and you can guess without smelling it with your eyes closed.

The rain outside the shop is getting heavier and heavier, slamming on the ground, the water splashing into fog, the line of sight is getting worse and worse, the outer wall of the clearing department of the household department is almost invisible. Ning Que walked to the threshold with a bowl of noodles, squatted to watch the rain, and then started to eat noodles.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked to the upper right.

A middle-aged man appeared outside the old Bi Zhai gate holding an oiled paper umbrella. The arrogant rain wetted most of his blue shirt, and the scabbard around his waist was also covered with water drops. The owner of Ning Que's one-year rent.

The green shirt was wet by the rain, and the color on the front and back was dark and looked a little embarrassed, but the strange thing was that this middle-aged man didn’t feel embarrassed at all, and stood quietly at the threshold with a paper umbrella. , Watching the uninterrupted rain in front of me, his expression calm and calm, like watching the sunshine all over the street.

Ning Que looked up at him for a moment, did not speak, and continued to lower his head to eat noodles.

After a long period of silence, the middle-aged man suddenly looked down at him, smiled and said, "The face is very fragrant."

Ning Que squatted on the ground and replied: "I have eaten too many times, and the most fragrant noodles are just that."

"I haven't eaten it."

"Although you waived my rent for one year, I am not going to invite you to eat."

"I like the words you write."

The topic of the middle-aged man turned swiftly, just like the rain dripping in front of the two of them, and the umbrella slipped down the umbrella surface impermeable. From this we can feel that this person is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and his subordinates are not allowed to question Order yourself.

"I like it too."

"Written very well."

"I know I write very well."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The words...the killing intent is full, and I rarely see anyone with such full killing intent."

Ning Que lowered his head in silence, looked at the noodle bowl in his hand and asked: "Are you going to kill someone tonight?"

The middle-aged man replied with emotion: "Yes, heaven can tolerate me and people cannot tolerate me, then I have to kill someone."