[Xiu Chun Knife] The smiling Lord Jin Yiwei

Xie Rufeng, Zhou Zicai's case of assisting the rebels in escaping was closed, Li Gui was sentenced to death, and Pei Lun was finally willing to let me out of the house to let the wind blow.

I miss the snack street in Ximi Hutong, so I got dressed and went straight there with Pei Lun.

When passing by Xuanwumen, the merchants closed their doors abnormally, and there were very few people, carriages and horses on the entire street, giving off a gloomy and deserted atmosphere.Under the blue sky and white sun, Zhou Zicai's head hangs so brightly in the center of the city gate, it makes people feel terrified to look at it.I hurriedly pulled Pei Lun away quickly, but he was calm, as if he was used to seeing dead heads, while joking with me, he also looked at Zhou Zicai's head twice more.

"Don't look at it, watch out for calling back souls!" I hurriedly tiptoed to cover his eyes, but he easily avoided it.

He glanced at me with a smile, and held my hand in his palm: "Why are you so superstitious, kid? If you can summon souls just by looking at them, wouldn't I have already summoned the souls of thousands of people?" Seeing my pale face, he shut up, "Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, I won't scare you, it's okay, look at this timid."

Although I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to him, but seeing his side face made my heart flutter, I finally chose to stick behind him like a tail.

Passing through Xuanwu Gate and entering Ximi Hutong, the number of talents gradually increased. Pei Lun led me to a shop selling bean paste cakes. As soon as he entered, the boss greeted him warmly. The two exchanged a few words, seeing the enthusiasm of the boss With a brimming smile, I'm sure the boss doesn't know that he is Jin Yiwei from Nanzhen Fusi.

"Your wife?" The boss pointed at me.

"It's not long since we got engaged, and we haven't made it yet." He took out a few copper coins from his pocket, "One plate of bean paste, one plate of lotus paste."

After the boss left, my heart was sweet, and I stared at him eagerly: "When did we get engaged?"

"Two days ago." He was vague and perfunctory.

I asked: "What day?"

He raised his voice and stared at me: "If I say yes, there will be. You don't care what day it is."

I think he's pissed off.I think Pei Lun must mean a lot to me, otherwise why would he blush?Thinking of this, I became more confident. Seeing that he simply turned his head and ignored me, I quickly grabbed his arm and said, "It's okay, I am willing, I am willing."

He looked even more annoyed.

I feel that sometimes I really can't speak to the point, but Pei Lun is still very patient. After the dim sum was served, he even handed me the chopsticks: "Stop talking, eat quickly."

It's so gentle.I immediately put my head down and started eating. When I was eating the last piece, I heard crying from far to near outside.

"Why is it her again?" I heard a lot of discussion.

Pei Lun didn't care, and continued to poke the bean paste cake with his chopsticks, picking the puff pastry onto the plate pickily, and only ate the stuffing inside: "Who is this?"

"Who else can it be, Mrs. Zhou." The boss approached us in a low voice, "You don't know, since the day Zhou Zicai turned around, he has been crying and mourning, holding the pile of things written by Zhou Zicai every day, from Xuanwumen Zhou Zicai Under Cai’s head, weeping all the way to Daximen, the whole street can be heard.”

I saw Pei Lun's chopsticks stop.

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the sound of crying came into the store. The haggard woman was leaning on a pillar at the entrance of the store with a stack of books in her arms.Pei Lun and I were sitting near the door, we could see clearly.Some people in the store showed boredom, and some even ran away without finishing their food in fright.

"Can you stop crying, it will affect my business." The boss pushed her helplessly, "What's the use of crying? Even if you cry to death, Mr. Zhou won't be able to come back."

She was crying and muttering to herself, as if she had been imprisoned by a demon, which made people tremble.

"It's crazy..." The boss shook his head and asked a few servants to drive her away.

Pushed by someone else, all the books in her hand fell to the ground, she suddenly raised her head and yelled angrily, digging a piece of paint off the pillar with her long nails, "You don't understand! You don't understand! I cry about this world! I Crying all over the world..."

Her words stopped, a trembling cry stuck in her throat.

A long knife was stuck around her neck. I didn't even see when Pei Lun made the move. I only felt a gust of wind blowing by. He was already standing at the door, stepping on a book, holding the knife behind his back, and a long His back covered the stone steps at the door.

The knife is a good knife that everyone is familiar with. The handle is engraved with golden patterns, shining in the sun.

There was no sound in the store for a moment, and the only sound came from the boss. He looked at Pei Lun, opened his mouth wide, and fell to the ground in fright, with a bang.

However, Pei Lun didn't look back.

"What did you want to say just now? Can you say it again?" He whispered to Mrs. Zhou, "so I can write it down for you."

The woman looked at him in horror, sobbing and unable to speak.

"Come on, can you say it again? You say I will write." He repeated patiently.

It wasn't until she completely stopped crying and knelt on the ground that Pei Lun took the knife back and let out a laugh, which was quite scary no matter how he heard it in the current atmosphere.He knelt down and looked at the woman at eye level: "Is this very popular now? Wife crying for her husband on the street?"

Mrs. Zhou leaned against the pillar, trembling.

"Cry, don't you love Zhou Zi so much? Keep crying." He patted the pillar with the back of his knife and smiled.

Seeing that the woman didn't dare to catch her breath, he continued: "On the sixth day of February, Zhang Ruping, Chief Secretary of Shandong, was beheaded for disrespect as soon as he arrived in Beijing. His wife ran from Shandong to the capital overnight to cry. He just knelt under the Xuanwu Gate and cried for three days and three nights without stopping, do you know what happened to his wife in the end?"

He smiles.

"Dead."

"Do you want to know how you died?"

Mrs. Zhou's complexion was pale, as if she was about to collapse immediately.

"Forget it, I won't tell you, I'm afraid I'll scare you. But it doesn't matter if you die or not. Anyway, Zhang Ruping has no children in his family, so he doesn't have to worry about a bunch of messy things for future generations. Just worry about it." He raised his head and stared at Looking at the woman in front of him, he said with a tone like a market chatter, "What about you? Do you have any children?"

He looked into Mrs. Zhou's eyes for a long time, and the woman finally passed out silently.

"Now this person wants to die, and he can't stop it even if he wants to." Pei Lun put the knife back into the sheath neatly, turned around and said to the boss, "Okay, I confiscated the book, send her back, where did she come from?" Where to send it back."

The boss sat on the ground and looked up at him, slurring his words: "You are...you are..."

"Yes, I am Jin Yiwei." Pei Lun answered him lightly, "So why are you still sitting there? Are you waiting to continue making pastries for me?" After saying that, he returned to his seat and sat down, continuing to eat the remaining half of the plate .

Hearing this, the boss got up in a jerk, and ran away in a hurry, and the people who followed him scattered like birds and beasts.

"Very good." He laughed at himself and said, "It happens that no one is there, be quiet."

Although he said it was good, I don't think he felt good in his heart, because looking at his expression, I just felt like a heavy weight.

I knew that what I said now was futile, so I put a piece of pastry on his plate, hesitated for a while and said, "You eat."

Without Pei Lun's laughter, I couldn't eat this meal. When he left, he glanced back at the store's signboard. That look made me think that he might never come again for the rest of his life.

Pei Lun didn't want to talk all day until he took me to the Jiaofang Division at night. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Although it was a good thing to be able to return to the Jiaofang Division safely, it would mean that it would be difficult for me to see him again. he.I wanted to ask cheekily to stay several times, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

It was windy late at night, and he put the cloak on me. The cloak was too big for me, and the length even covered my feet. I could only roll up the hem carefully.

This night, dark clouds covered the moon, the stars dimmed, and the brightest place in the capital became the bright red Jiaofangsi.

Mother Xue still greeted me at the door with a smile on her face, and she showed a reassuring expression when she saw that I was safe and sound.

But the expression was only fleeting.She first waited for Pei Lun to sit down, and then turned to me fiercely: "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and go to work!"

"Don't worry." Pei Lun said with a smile, "Mother Xue, I didn't come here today to listen to music. I have business to do."

For the first time, he didn't pick up pastries on the plate like he was very hungry.

"I want to redeem someone in the Jiaofang Division." He pointed at me, "Although it is difficult to redeem an official prostitute if you are poor, it should be enough to redeem a little girl with the whole family."

The author has something to say: About Pei Lun, I think this guy in the movie is actually quite disgusted with certain actions in this world. He still has a little warmth of justice and faith in his heart. He probably belongs to the "rebellious" type of Jin Yiwei? (That's why I was cleansed later, and ran away with Shen Lian to protect Beizhai, although I don't know what Beizhai has to protect...)

And the movie second brush thinks that Pei Lun's speech is very Beijing-style, full of scorn, I grew up so old that I can't speak Beijing well, and I can't tell his aura...

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