Zhuoying

Once the night is over here, Su Dao has to be sent to the town.As soon as Mengchen left, Su Shuo in the hall couldn't get away easily.Shi Yuzhongyou, an old man in Su's courtyard, can take care of him, but Su Dao can't, the child still has to stay with his parents.

The two took Su Dao to the town, and Mrs. Su was waiting in the Mongolian pavilion.He delivered Su Dao to Mrs. Su, helped out in the restaurant, and went to a familiar carriage shop several times.

After noon break, Mrs. Su prepared a meal, and he and his senior brothers ate in the backyard of the museum.During the meal, seeing that Mrs. Su had prepared a food box to deliver to Widow Shi, he quickly took the last few mouthfuls, went over to pick it up, let Mrs. Su eat, and delivered to Widow Shi by himself.

The few steps were very fast, and when he arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, the widow was wrapped in a coat, leaning inside to look at the trees in the courtyard.

The eyes of the mother and son collided, and the widow embraced her arms and said indifferently: "What evil wind is blowing today."

Shi Yu put the food box away, and said: "I told the charcoal shop, all the charcoal fire in this courtyard is on my account. It's cold, don't let my sister-in-law catch the cold."

When the widow let out a soft pew, she clasped her sleeves tightly with her long fingers, "Who cares about your charcoal money?"

Shi Yu didn't answer, and turned around after putting the things down.The widow at that time said coldly: "You little bastard, how dare you complain? You don't even look around at your mother, and you are about to leave. What kind of filial piety is there?" She clenched her sleeves tightly, "It makes my mother sick."

Shi Yu didn't look back, everyone left the door, Shi Widow raised her voice suddenly: "Are you determined to make fun of others now?"

Shi Yu stopped.

The widow Shi smiled, "You have to take a pee and take a good look at what you are, and what is the origin of that gentleman. This case is easy to close, and it would be impossible without this gentleman? Shi Yu, can you Don't be fooled by lard. Shi Tingzhou died well, isn't it because he was next to something that shouldn't be endured, and heard things that shouldn't be heard? If you want to try something new, there are too many rabbits on Huajie. If I just like this one, I just teach him to pretend to be a gentleman for you to play with. But if you really touch this person, why do you have it?" She said suddenly, "You are a little beast, you came to this village, the earth What's born inside. Besides, let me ask you, do you really dare to let people see what kind of ghost you are inside?"

The courtyard wall cast a shadow, caged half of Shi Yu's body.

The widow snorted: "Do you dare to ask him to see what those hands are for?"

Shi Yu suddenly stepped up, even before the courtyard door was closed, he had already left.The voice of the widow Shi was entangled in his ears, Shi Yu walked faster and faster, he bumped into someone, someone yelled at him, his breathing gradually became disordered, he was in the crowd, but his eyes seemed to see a barrenness.

Sweaty hands.

The blizzard winds of many years ago suddenly rang in my ears.

Shi Yudanyi was standing in the snow, his mother was slapping and crying in the closed door, he heard his mother being pushed and pressed on the table, and then there was continuous applause.

Inside, Liu Qianling was choking the widow Shi's throat, beating her with one hand, and was in a hurry.At that time, the whites of the widow's pinched eyes turned up, and she kept beating on the edge of the table with her hands.The temples are withered, blood and tears are mixed, and the nails are broken and bald.

"Just take a look!" Liu Qianling picked up the man's clothes, "He has been dead for some time, and you still think you can escape? How dare you run!"

The cheeks were bruised and purple from the whipping, and the widow's throat was hard, choking as if she was dying, and she screamed over and over again: "You all will die a bad death, ah, a bad death!"

"A bad death." Liu Qianling squeezed her wrist, "I want to see what a bad death is!"

The widow Shi struggled and cried, she looked at the door, her voice was bloody, "Shi, Shiyu! Yu'er! Save, save mother!" She knocked her head on the edge of the table, sobbing and begging: "Help..."

Liu Qianling grabbed her by the hair violently, and cursed: "Shut up! Tell people to listen, you can't live, and neither can that little bastard!"

When the widow's tears dried up, she suddenly hissed and shouted: "Liu Qianling! Even if I'm a ghost, I can't let you go!"

Liu Qianling didn't give up until late at night when the wind was howling.He put the widow aside and only straightened his clothes.Standing in the dark, he is still a scholar like a dog.

"The wild goose crows." At this time, he changed his polite appearance, but only said: "I'll tell you again. The matter that Shi Tingzhou suppressed is now in my hands. Don't say anything else, just say Now the crown prince is receiving the grace, he is the one who will be the emperor in the future. If people know about this, even if Shi Tingzhou is dead, he will probably be picked out and whipped. Do you think you can escape with Shi Yu? "The widow shook when he pulled out the thin paper pair from his sleeve, and put it back in front of her chest.He said: "I know you want everyone to die together, but you have to know that Shi Tingzhou can be picked up by someone, how can your little bastard be exempted? You can't keep the living son, but the dead one You have to be poked in the back. That's not what a mother should do."

At that time, the widow was lying on the ground, looking at the roof, unable to see the light in the darkness.She had shed all tears, but when she heard the sound, she pulled the corners of her lips and wet her temples again.People laughed, laughing crazy.

She laughed and said in a hoarse voice: "You give me back... you just wait... Liu Qianling... Liu Wan..."

"My elder brother is not a thing." Liu Qianling took a sharp breath, pulled the widow Shi up again, and said viciously: "If you dare to allow him to act recklessly again, I will not spare you!"

He put on a thick coat and opened the door.There is no one outside, the night is still dark, and the wind and snow are heavy.Liu Qianling pressed down the velvet hat on his head, glanced hurriedly at the other room, but didn't see Shi Yu, so he hurried back at night.

He was driving a carriage alone, and when the carriage ran out of the village, a stone was pinned to it, and the whole carriage shook.He cursed a few times in a low voice, didn't look back and lifted the curtain to check, just hurried on his way.

Little did he know that there was a man squatting behind him, curled up in the corner of the carriage, listening to his scolding, wrapped the sharpened stone knife around his palm with a cloth strip.

It was still dark when Liu Qianling rushed back to Qingshui Township, he drove his horse into his courtyard, intending to go back to sleep.Unexpectedly, for some reason, the horse kept neighing and struggling for the bridle, and refused to eat the hay.

Unable to be appeased, Liu Qianling unhooked the car and took the horse to the cellar.There are also some vegetables in the cellar. Usually, the horse has no food, so he feeds some vegetables.

Liu Qianling squatted by the cellar and pulled the cellar open, looking down with his head.

It was pitch black underneath, and I could vaguely see that the earth steps were covered with ice, making it difficult to descend.There was no candle now, so Liu Qianling was worried about slipping, so he shrank his head and wanted to call for someone.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to stand up, he was pushed violently on his lower back.

Before Liu Qianling's voice came out, he fell straight down and rolled.The cellar was deep, and he grabbed the earth steps in a panic, but the ice was terribly slippery, and before he could call for help, he immediately rolled down.He hit his head on the bottom cutting board, one arm was dislocated, and one leg seemed to be broken.He whimpered and rolled a few times, trying to get up.

Someone jumped down the steps and stood quietly behind him.

Liu Qianling couldn't see clearly in the dark, he groped on the board and tried to stand up.However, someone kicked hard on the knee, and he was kicked to the knees with a plop.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of movement from the pickle jar placed beside the tun board.The bottom of the altar was grinding the stone soil, and it dragged towards him unhurriedly.

Liu Qianling leaned against the board, and said in a trembling voice: "Who is it?!" He turned over and leaned against the board, groping wildly in front of him with his hands, and said sharply, "Who is it!"

A gust of wind poured into the mouth of the pit, and the blizzard billowed and roared. His voice was as thin as paper, and could easily be torn apart in this night.

The sound of dragging the jar disappeared.

Liu Qianling quickly grasped the board, reaching the sickle inside with his fingers.But the handle of the knife was frozen to death. He buckled it hard, scraping his fingers into the ice, and said indiscriminately, "What do you want? I have, I have! I will give it all!"

The handle of the knife was loose, and he was so happy that he wanted to drag it out.

Just at that moment, the pickle jar was lifted up with a muffled sound, and it slammed on his chest while shaking.Liu Qianling slammed into the tun board after a hesitation, and almost vomited blood from the impact.He tremblingly said: "Don't, don't hit—"

The jar slammed back frantically, the board was hit by the human body with a muffled sound, and the cabbage behind it rolled to the ground.Liu Qianling really retched, his chest was congested and he was writhing, knowing that the comer was not good, he grabbed the handle of the knife and wanted to kill him.But the pickle jar slammed and was thrown at his feet, and then someone dragged the front of his front and hit his face with his fist.

The punch wasn't very hard, but Liu Qianling suddenly hissed in pain, no longer caring about the scythe, and wanted to hug his head in confusion during the punch.Because the fist is not heavy, the stone knife caught between the fingers can poke the face with severe pain.

He was already bleeding, he wiped his face in front of his face, and said in pain, "Why not, no! Don't smash it!"

The opponent stepped on his broken leg, and Liu Qianling, who was bearing the weight, pushed him violently, causing him to tremble in pain.The opponent unexpectedly expected that he was going to push someone, so he just grabbed his hair and kicked him on the chest.

Liu Qianling was half-killed by the beating at the pickle jar earlier, how could his chest bear it anymore?But he had already figured out some way out of that push just now, he wailed and panicked: "Shi! Shi Yu!"

Not only did he yell out, but he listened to the other party's pause. His scalp hurt from being pulled, and his voice was hoarse. Still begging: "You, you follow Uncle Liu? I have a good relationship with your father, father, you, you—" He immediately swung his sickle and slashed at the person in front of him, cursing: "You little beast! "

Shi Yu's arm was chopped off by the sickle, Liu Qianling had already broken away from him, swung the sickle non-stop, and cursed wildly: "I'm going to chop you up and feed it to the dog! You little beast!"

Unexpectedly, Shi Yu rushed over recklessly, letting the blood flow from the knife on his arm, he only bumped against Liu Qianling on the board, grabbed his throat with both hands, and kicked him between his legs.Shi Yu knew that he couldn't beat him, so he only used all his strength and ruthlessness on his feet, kicking Liu Qianling until his whole body trembled, and Shi Yu stomped on his very roots almost killed him.

The slab was cracked, Liu Qianling let go of the sickle, he curled up to hide, struggling in the rotten leaves.

Shi Yu stuck him, but he couldn't kill him.Liu Qianling coughed and crawled, choking for help.Shi Yu picked up the sickle on the ground and chopped it down with all his strength.Liu Qianling rolled over in pain, crying and begging constantly, he listened to Shi Yu grabbing his back collar, and the young boy who was still tender said in a flat voice.

"You're going to die."

Liu Qianling's face was full of tears, his lower body was in severe pain, and his back was cut, so he could only scream in the dark: "I'll give you money! Give you money! Give it to your mother, give it to you! I'll give it all to you!"

"You can't just die like this." Shi Yu let go of the sickle and broke the ice edge between the planks. He pulled Liu Qianling by the collar and dragged him to his eyes.

Liu Qianling had an ominous premonition, and in the dark, he clearly saw the ice edge raised up in his eyes, and said in a panic: "No, no time! No no no! Time! Time! Uncle, please! No!"

Shi Yu couldn't hear it, his mind and ears were filled with the cries of Widow Shi.

With cold hands firmly on his shoulders, Liu Qianling's eyes were pierced by ice edges, hissing and howling.So much blood soaked his hands, Shi Yu held him down, his fingers were hot and sticky.

Liu Qianling screamed in pain, and patted his shoulders against the weight of his head, shaking his head, but he couldn't shake off the sharp pain in his eyes.Shi Yu listened to him go from cursing to crying, and then from crying to cursing.

"You bastard!" was all he could say at the end, "You evil ghost!"

Shi Yu blushed, gritted his teeth, and understood him thoroughly with a stone knife.

The wind screamed above, as if ghosts were scurrying across.Shi Yu stood up, in this square inch of silence, his hands were sticky.He couldn't see the color, and his raised hand seemed to be shaking.The spine that had been tense all the time suddenly loosened, and his throat was dry, as if the tyranny just now was not his own.

Snow flakes were falling from above, and he looked over quickly, and saw Liu Wanchen crawling and running away.

Shi Yu's stomach was churning, he took a step back, supported the board, and vomited violently.When his stomach was a little flat, he squatted down again and took out the piece of paper that Liu Qianling had stuck to his chest.The paper was sticky with blood, Shi Yu squeezed the paper and climbed up the dirt steps.

The blizzard was howling outside, and Shi Yu was so cold that his teeth chattered.The courtyard was pitch black, and he followed the way he came, and walked back step by step.

The snow that night scratched his cheeks, Shi Yu couldn't remember the trance in the middle of the journey, he only remembered walking through the bone-chilling cold, his whole body was stiff and his legs and feet were numb from the cold.Back in the courtyard, he used a long hook to hook up the box hanging from the wall of the well, and burned all the bloody paper that had been squeezed together in the house.

The box that was pried open shook a stack of papers, fell into the basin, let the tongue of fire lick, Shi Yu stared at the gradually yellowing and curling pages.

"Prince Ming today is actually the sinful prince of the previous dynasty... a remnant of evil."

Shi Yu didn't know who the prince Ming was, nor did he know who the former prince sin was.He only understood that it was these few pieces of paper that killed his father, ruined his mother, and cut off his brother's life.

He watched the basin of paper gradually turning to ashes, and wanted to raise his hand to wipe his face.But the hands were all raised in front of the eyes, but they still seemed to be bloody and filthy.The water dripped on his fingertips, he didn't know where the water fell, he just looked at these hands indifferently in the dark.

Vomiting in the throat, Shi Yuhou leaned against the door and suddenly kicked the brazier away.He rubbed his hair indiscriminately, pressed against the door tightly, and buried his head in his knees.

The howling of ghosts and wolves outside the door made him want to collapse.

"Shiyu!"

Shi Yu raised his head abruptly, gasping for breath.Zhong You bent over to the side, stretched out his hand and patted his back, and said, "What are you in a daze for?"

Shi Yu suddenly stepped sideways and wiped away that hand, he quickly covered his mouth and nose with one hand, resisting the nausea rolling in his stomach, and said: "It's okay." He seemed to confirm repeatedly, "It's okay."

Zhong You paused for a moment with his raised hand, and put some distance between the two of them. He saw the confusion in Shi Yu's eyes.Zhong You narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his hands, and did not force him to approach, but continued to say in a gentle voice, "I haven't seen you in the waiting hall, so I'm here. Standing on the street blocking the way, shall we go back?"

Shi Yu tensed a little amidst the warm voice, and responded with a hmm.Zhong You smiled, and stepped forward to lead him.

"There's no more sugar at home, let's go buy a few packs first." Zhong You didn't look back, but was shaken by the crowd.

Shi Yu who was behind was stunned for a while, raised his hand to block when someone bumped into Zhong You, pulled Zhong You closer to him, and took him away.

It was the hand that pulled Zhong You's arm, and after a moment's pause, it let go.His forehead covered his eyes a bit, blocking the turbulent waves that were churning in the depths, but the profile of his face became more and more indifferent, which made Zhong You feel a little lonely.

Zhong You looked back at Shi's widow's courtyard, but didn't say anything.

On the way back, Shi Yu seemed to be back to normal, he sent Zhong You back to the fenced yard, watched the charcoal fire in the flue again, and then left and went home.Zhong You stood at the gate of the fenced yard to watch him walk away, and spun around the gate a few times.

In the end, I froze in the cold of late autumn, caressing the rough branches, wondering what I was thinking.

When Shi Yu returned home and arrived at the door, that disgusting feeling surged up, he stood by the well, drew cold water, and drenched himself thoroughly.

The rolled up sleeves showed the scar on his elbow, and he washed his hands in the water, and kept washing them.

But no matter what, the hands seemed to be unclean.

The author has something to say:

About Shi Yu's killing of Liu Qianling.

Right or wrong, everyone has an opinion.It's not that the protagonist kills people, but that he is free and easy.If I tell the cause of this person, he will definitely bear the fruit he has planted.

My writing skills are clumsy, but all the characters I want to create have something in them, and I am reluctant to let anyone be cannon fodder.Liu Qinghuan's selfishness, Kong Xiangwen's selfish desires, why these two people died, and why they were about to be executed immediately, I tried my best to write in the article.Marquis Changle is about to arrive at Wuhan, and Wuhan faces Qingping again.Liu Qinghuan kills Liu Wanshen with the intention of uncovering the secrets that Shi Tingzhou found out in the past, so that he can harm Qi Yi, the chief envoy of Qingping, and help Kong Xiangwen take over.Kong Xiangwen, as the Deputy Prosecutor's Prosecutor, has different words and deeds, different inside and out, seeking official profit, not only accepting the tea field secretly given by Liu Qinghuan, but also changing corpses to cover it up.Qi Yi's confidants knew that these two people not only wanted his official position, but also his life. If he didn't kill them immediately, Kong Xiangwen might become a low-ranking local snake again, and reconcile the case with Changle Hou Liwai come out.

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