Chapter 19 A few people die and can rest their eyes
The eyes of a dead body rarely close on their own.
Most people are determined to die with their goals in mind. No matter whether they get money, status, beauty or the protection of future generations, it cannot be regarded as fulfilling their wishes.
Immortality is a person's greatest wish.
The heavy snow falling outside Beidi's window was swallowed up by the night, and the bright lights indoors reflected the coagulated blood on the ground. The fear and unwillingness in the eyes of the head rolling aside were still shining.
"Master Zhao is so greedy." A big furry hand reached out and touched the corpse's eyes, "The Governor has agreed to so many of your requests, but you still can't close your eyes."
His hand left, and the eyes on his head finally closed.
A servant in green clothes who was kneeling next to him crawled over and said, "Please let me collect the body for you, sir."
The three sturdy men standing in the room seemed to have just seen him at this moment.
The young servant in green clothes was less than twenty years old, and his face had just faded. It was probably the first time he saw a murderer, and the person who died was his master. His voice was trembling, and his body was shaking, but what he said made everyone very happy.
Accident.
"You still want to collect his body? You can't protect yourself. Even if you collect the body, can we still bury you properly after your death?" A red-faced man said with a smile.
The servant in green clothes trembled: "I am the master of my family. Since I died after my death, my body should be collected by me. As for what happens to my body after my death, it doesn't matter. I have done what I should do and will die without regrets."
There was a mountain of flesh sitting in front of a peacock screen made of gold. When the mountain moved, the gems dotted on the peacock feathers trembled, and colorful lights flashed.
Roshan opened his eyes, revealing a pair of small and fine eyes.
This is Fanyang Jiedushi Ankang Mountain.
He seemed to have just woken up, and said with a thick nasal voice: "A weakling like Zhao Lin actually has a loyal servant."
The servant in green knelt on the ground: "How dare you claim loyalty? I can't prevent the master from being bribed by Governor An and failing the emperor's order of supervision. I can't send Governor An out of his disobedient heart and warn the court. I can only do
Just try to comfort me as much as I can."
Ankangshan smiled: "The name of Liyang Zhao family's loyalty is actually reflected in a young servant. Not bad, not bad. Zhao family is well-deserved."
He raised his hand.
"Collect the body for Zhao Lin."
The boy in green clothes thanked him, held Zhao Lin's head and crawled to his body. He tore open his robe and entangled Zhao Lin's head and neck together, barely keeping the body together.
Everyone in the world loves a loyal person. It seems that this young man can survive. The three men standing in the hall put away the knives in their hands.
Ankangshan watched the young man in Tsing Yi finish this matter seriously, and asked in a kind voice: "I have fulfilled your loyalty, so you will have no regrets, right?"
The boy in Tsing Yi responded yes.
Ankangshan nodded: "Kill him."
Still want to kill? Although it was unexpected, everyone's knives did not hesitate. The red-faced man turned his hand and slashed the young boy's neck with his knife. The young head rolled to the ground, and the body fell to the ground, blood filled the air again, and it was bloody.
The gas mixed with the aroma from the gold furnaces on both sides, making it nauseating.
Ankangshan didn't pay attention to this and pointed to the head on the ground: "Bring it to me and see."
He didn't want to see the head of Zhao Lin, the imperial envoy, so the boy was still honored. The red-faced man picked up the boy's head and brought it to Ankang Mountain's case.
Ankangshan looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the eyes are indeed closed."
So that's it. The three men all looked at it and saw that the boy's head and eyes were closed. They were immediately amazed and the hall was full of chatter and laughter.
A man dressed as a scribe walked in from Waiji. He was not frightened when he saw the corpse lying in the hall. He just frowned slightly: "Sir, Zhao Lin was killed today. How do you answer Cui Zheng's question? He must have become suspicious.
Urging Zhao Lin to return."
Ankangshan said: "This Cui Zheng is really annoying. Why are you staring at me? Hasn't he started making trouble with Quan Hai? Wu Zhang still hasn't come to Beijing?"
The scribe responded yes.
The north wind knocked on the window and howled. Ankangshan suddenly became upset and slapped his hand on the table: "These literati are too slow to do things. I will help them and let the elders do it."
The four people in the hall looked at each other, doubtful and nervous, but mostly excited, like a beast seeing the cage door slowly opening.
"As commanded."
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With the arrival of the New Year, the outer city wall of Dou County was finally completed. Mrs. Wu asked the merchants to set up four wine vats in the outer city. The flow lasted for a whole day and night, and the people in Dou County were drunk. Those who drank were drunk.
, those who don’t drink are drunk by the smell of alcohol.
On New Year's Eve, people keeping vigil saw fireworks circling the city.
Even the chief clerk, who was restless day and night, was fascinated by it and temporarily forgot his worries.
Li Minglou was sitting at the highest point of the tower, Fang Er was guarding the bottom of the tower, and Jin Jue was preparing a hot meal in the tower. They had their New Year's Eve dinner on the tower, because there was only a blind woman around, and Li Minglou's face was
Her scarf was tied loosely, and the fireworks exploding in mid-air illuminated her half-covered face.
His face showed a worried look in the light and dark.
Han Xu went back to his hometown to visit his mother, and changed his itinerary halfway to go straight to Jiannan Road, but his exact whereabouts became intermittent and erratic.
In particular, he abandoned the ceremonial guard of the Governor of Yizhou and took a few followers with him. He did not enter the official post or visit the official government, and walked through the mountains and forests.
Does this person want to sneak into Jiannan Road and then visit privately incognito?
This man wants to do something big, but he doesn't know that death is waiting for him ahead. Maybe he can escape. Until now, Cui Zheng and Quan Hai have not fought like they did in their previous lives. Maybe the war will be postponed.
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This kind of self-comfort did not make Li Minglou untie her brows, she raised her head and stroked her.
Kumquat came up holding two bowls of soup: "Miss, are we still going to set off the fireworks? Everyone has gone home, what a waste."
"Don't waste it. You can see it when you are sitting at home." Li Minglou took the soup bowl and looked at the night sky, "Just be happy for a while."
It sounds like there will be very little happiness in the future. The young lady looks like a fairy in everyone's eyes, but she is more sad than anyone else. She feeds kumquats with a spoon to the blind woman. While looking up at the night sky, she suddenly points to the distance with the spoon: "Mrs.
Miss, look, the fireworks over there are so bright."
The night sky in the distance lit up in the blink of an eye, and fire shot up from the ground, burning half of the sky red. Green smoke could be seen curling in the fire light.
With a clang, the soup bowl in Li Minglou's hand fell to the ground. She stood up and stared at the increasingly bright night sky.
That's not fireworks, that's beacon smoke, that's the direction of Xuanwu Realm.
"Miss." Fang Er ran up quickly, "Hurry up and report that the troops in the third battalion of Fengcheng, Xuanwu Road, are in chaos."
Li Minglou turned to look at him, but before he could ask any questions, Yuan Ji ran from behind him, holding a piece of tissue paper in his hand, trembling in the night wind.
"Miss." Yuan Ji's voice was also trembling, "Yan Mao, passed away."
Li Minglou's heart, which had been floating for many days, fell heavily, and her body also fell heavily. The night seemed endless.