Torrential rain came suddenly in the afternoon.
Rainfall is always abundant at the turn of spring and summer, and it's not uncommon to see sunny days and a moment of torrential rain.
A few people in lily clothes stepped on the rain all over the ground, in the rainstorm deep and shallow feet and trekked hard, the middle of the person was also wearing a lily robe, but there was another person above his head to hold an oil-paper umbrella for him, but the rain was too big, the raindrops strung into a line were blown by the fluctuating wind to the left and right, constantly fluttering on the people, the umbrella shook in the wind and rain, did not play any role at all.
A few people in the clothes hurriedly walked into the gate of the Assassin's Mansion, and then they breathed a sigh of relief, and the hats pushed back, revealing their faces, and the person in the middle was Zhang Cambodia.
He had just returned from the Governor's Mansion, and Huang Jingrong, the imperial historian, was in a hurry to leave, and resolutely rejected Luo Shudao's kindness to summon the Weizhou bureaucrats to serve him.
Luo Shudao had no choice but to send Huang Jingrong away, and only after returning to the city did he ask Zhang Kazhi to report the situation.
Who knew that after just a while, it began to rain heavily.
There are long corridors on both sides of the gate of the Assassin's Mansion that go around the middle hall and the back house, Zhang Cambodia walked down the corridor on one side, shaking his soaked robe, and asked, "Where is the Qin Cha now?"
The housekeeper replied, "It has just been raining heavily, and Qin Cha is quite sleepy, and has already gone back to his room to rest, and told me not to disturb him." ” Zhang Cambodia wanted to tell Yang Fan the news of Huang Jingrong's departure immediately, but when he heard that he had rested, he turned to his study.
Lao Dou, the doorman of the Assassin's Mansion, waited for Ah Lang and a few guards to return to the house, then closed the door again, and made a few basins of water to wash the footprints of yellow mud on the stepping stone, when he returned to his gatehouse, he suddenly found that something was missing, Lao Dou looked around, and then realized that the robe hanging on the wall was gone.
This season is rainy, rain gear is a standing thing, although he does not go out much, as soon as he enters the door there is also a spare, because every day hanging there, usually do not pay much attention, but do not notice when it was taken away.
Lao Dou patted his forehead and scolded: "It must be Kuang Si'er's kid who took advantage of the heavy rain to steal my coat and go out to gamble."
Lao Dou scolded twice and didn't care, anyway, no one would come to the Assassin's Mansion to steal a piece of clothing, it must be an acquaintance to take it.
As soon as the rain fell, the customers of the fish market street dispersed, and the heavy rain poured on the ground, because it could not be drained for a while, and the water reached the knees.
The ground of the fish market street is very dirty, washed by the rain, and the sewage mixed with fish heads and fish internal organs flows to the low-lying places, and the fishy smell here is smoky on weekdays, but the fishy smell is lighter in the heavy rain.
The customers on the street are gone, and a few vendors hide under their canopies customers who don't have rain gear and haven't had time to go home.
The fish dealer scooped up the turbid stream on the ground with a large wooden basin, and poured a basin on the board under the rain that the rain could not pour, washing out the blood stains and the internal organs of the fish head and scales.
A man dressed in a cloak appeared on the street of the fish market, wading through the dirty rain and walking west from the east end of the fish market, and no one noticed him at first, until he reached the end and turned back, which attracted the attention of some shelterers.
It's just that he was wearing a robe, because he was afraid of the rain pouring on his face, and he deliberately lowered his head, so he couldn't see his appearance at all, and he could only guess from his smooth chin that this person was not old.
The flags hanging from the stalls of the fish sellers were hanging listlessly in the rain, and occasionally the wind swept the triangular flag, which was immediately beaten back to its original shape by the dense rain.
But just this moment is enough for people to see the handwriting on it.
When he walked from the east end of the fish market to the west end, he only saw a stall surnamed Chen, so when he walked back, he went straight to this house.
Lao Chen tied a leather apron and was washing the board under the tarpaulin, when the rain hit the tarpaulin overhead, making a "poof" sound.
The dirty blood, fish scales, internal organs and other materials on the board were washed into the billowing sewage by basins of water.
There were still some slimy fish offal on the legs, Lao Chen scooped up a basin of sewage with a large wooden basin, and just about to rinse it, the man in the cloth walked under the shed.
Lao Chen glanced at him coldly, a basin of water was splashed out, and some sewage was splashed on the person's coat, and he didn't care.
He just glanced at it and knew that this person was not here to take care of his business, probably just borrowing the shed in front of his door to protect him from the wind and rain.
However, the man in the cloth looked at him and actually spoke: "Excuse me."
Lao Chen glanced at him impatiently, this person hung his head, his facial features were not clear, the rain was dripping on his robe, and he could only see the part below his nose, this was a young man, with a tall nose bridge and well-defined lips, it was not ugly.
However, the heavy rain disrupted the business, and Lao Chen was in a bad mood, so he frowned and asked unhappily, "What's the matter?"
The young man didn't care about his bad attitude, he smiled politely, and the corners of his mouth hooked two laugh lines: "Excuse me, is Sima Bu suspicious?"
Old Chen was startled, and raised his head suddenly, the young man was still smiling, he still didn't look up, there were laugh lines on his lips, and there were two dimples on his cheeks, this young man was not ugly, but he was actually very good-looking.
The wooden basin in Lao Chen's hand fell into the rain nearly a foot deep with a "poof", splashing a splash.
Lao Chen hurriedly stepped forward and picked up a sharp knife stuck on the board.
This sharp knife is what he used to slaughter fish, and it was sharpened every day, and when he washed it with water, the blood stain on the knife had been washed clean, and the sharp knife was in his hand, and the cold light was shining.
Lao Chen held the knife in his hand, and without saying a word, he slashed at the young man from top to bottom, just like when he usually slaughtered a big fish, even if it was a big fish weighing 100 catties, hanging on the iron hook under the shed, he only slashed, from the gills to the tail fin, and then reached out and pulled out, and the fish floated fish belly with bloody internal organs can be cleaned up.
"Ahh The customers who took shelter from the rain under the shed opposite couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when they saw this scene.
The young man looked up at the knife that had been slashed from the air, the tip of the knife arcing, skimming the tip of his nose, and seeing that it was about to touch his chest, and then slashing downward, it would accurately cut open his robe and his belly, and at this time there was a shining phantom in the air that did not disappear.
The young man's hands stretched out from under the coat like lightning, Lao Chen only felt that his wrist was numb, the young man in front of him was still standing there decently, his coat was not cut, his stomach was not separated from side to side like a big fish hanging on the hook, the young man was still laughing, smiling and said, "It seems that he is still here, is it?"
As he spoke, his head was raised, and Lao Chen saw that this handsome young man seemed to have an eye disease, and his eyes were a little red and swollen.
Lao Chen looked down at his chest again, his hand was still tightly gripping the hilt, but the blade, which was more than a foot long, had penetrated through the gap in the third rib on his chest.
Lao Chen has killed people, although he has killed more fish.
If he hadn't killed someone, he wouldn't have been so decisive, so when he saw the knife, he knew he was dying.
He looked up, and a pair of eyes like those dried fish hanging under the shed, bulging out deadly, staring at the man in the cloth.
The man in the cloth was walking into the house, and as he walked, he said to himself: "He is really hiding in this lawless place, a lawless person."
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When Lao Chen heard this, he suddenly wanted to laugh, a lawless person has been killed by you, who are you The fishmongers under the shed and in the other stalls on the opposite side looked at the place in amazement, and some people were already nervously picking up knives and harpoons.
Lao Chen shook a little, fell into the dirty sewage with a thud, was washed by the flowing rainwater, and drifted out of the shed little by little, moving in the direction of the drainage ditch.
A moment later, there was a roar and fighting sound in Lao Chen's shack, because there was no business in the rain, Lao Chen had already put on the door panel, leaving only a door to enter and exit, at this time there was a loud "bang", the door panel was hit by a huge force, and it burst open, and the card slot under the door panel was also broken, and a row of door panels "snapped" in the stagnant water, splashing on the faces of the spectators on the opposite side as if they had seen a ghost.
The spectators were amazed to see a limp body, as if all the bones of its body had been shattered, tumbling outward from the sloping door panel several times, planting its head in the water, and resting its feet on the door panel, silent.
Then, the man in the cloak walked out step by step, still with his head down, and still no one could see his appearance.
The man in the cloth walked forward step by step through the rolling muddy water, and there was a feeling of blood and veins, which was what he longed for the most when he was a teenager, but how long had he not felt this way He is a ranger in the city, hiding between the alleys, happy and unrestrained.
Later, he found that his personal force was nothing compared to the powerful power of the government, and in order to take revenge and master greater power, he resolutely threw himself into the officialdom.
But the official has been doing it for a long time, and he has been abiding by a bunch of rules all day long, and he has almost forgotten this simplest and most effective method, so that he has to be limited by the rules and follow the rules everywhere, and even the things that can be solved without rules are used to solve them within the rules.
The terrible consequences of being almost blind and Sima Budo's threat to an innocent child stirred up anger in his heart.
Today, I will be a Feng woman again, and my heart should be really happy At the same time, and most importantly, the killing of people on the streets of the fish market broke the shackles in his heart.
Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, and officials uphold the ban with power, which are two conflicting and incompatible aspects.
When he was a ranger, he was opposed to the government, and when he was an official, he abandoned the behavior of a ranger, and now he can break this shackle, and he is also an official and a ranger, and there is nothing in the world that can restrain him in the future The lightning flashed in the sky like a purple python, and then a thunderbolt fell, shaking the earth violently, and the people in the clothes suddenly laughed loudly in the thunderstorm, and chanted: "I kill people on the streets of the fish market, the sky pours heavy rain and washes the red dust, an idle matter Jun Mo asks, Jing Keyuan and Qin Wuxi" The man in the cloth waded through the rain, and his steps became bigger and bigger, like chopping waves, towards the end of the long street, and there were many pairs of eyes looking at him under the staggered sheds on both sides, some fearful, some suspicious, and some fierce, but no one dared to rush up.
The man in the cloth walked as if no one was around, laughing, and disappeared into the confused rain and fog To be continued: