Nightfall

The twilight disappeared, and the light rain came again.

A middle-aged official with a clear face and an umbrella walked on the rain street. From the color of the official uniform, the rank of the official was not low, but there was no follower next to him. Only a cold-looking general followed silently.

The soldiers and subordinate officials at the west gate stood quietly under the eaves, their eyes moving with the footsteps of the two officials in the street, no one stepped forward, and no one showed a surprised look.

The middle-aged official is Chengmen Lang Huangxing, who is responsible for the opening and closing of the gates of the entire Chang'an City and the Imperial City, and the general named Yu Mingshui, who followed him, is the help of the Chengmen Army.

Huang Xing is known for his diligence and integrity. Since taking over the post of Chengmen Lang, he will inevitably choose a gate for inspection every morning and evening. He will not bring any subordinate officials except for the water owner. Unhindered, there hasn't been a day like this for so many years.

The people at the gates of Chang'an Zhucheng have long been accustomed to the scene in front of them. Only after the two adults have finished their inspections can they leave. This has formed an unwritten rule.

According to the rules of the past few years, today, Chengmen Lang Huangxing patrolled the West Gate.

After inspecting the West Gate, Huang Xing confirmed that he had not found any problems, nodded his head, and looked back to the soldiers and officials under the eaves who were nervous and waved their hands with cold expressions, and everyone knew that it was finally over today. Then, the lightness of the face disappeared and went home.

Standing on the rain street outside the Shiya gate of Xichengmen, Huang Xing tilted his umbrella slightly and looked up at the rain silk that fell from the sky. He felt that his legs were a little tired, and said: "After all, he is still old."

Yu Shuizhu said: "Adults can still serve the court for another thirty years."

Huang Xing asked: "I have been accompanying me around the city gates every day these days. I have to step on the night to return home. My brother and sister are already dissatisfied, and I have worked hard for you."

Yu Shuizhu replied after a moment of silence: "My life was given by an adult. Mo said he accompanied the adult to walk through the nine gates of Chang'an City, even if the life was sent away." The two Chang'an City now The famous officials of corruption were once the same robes in the military barracks. Their fate changed because of a tragic incident that year, and they were also closely linked together.

If it were not for Huang Xing's determination, he first took the Lord of the Waters to the Royal Highness, Li Peiyan, maybe he had already died with the general, and even if he did not die, he would probably be left indifferently by the court. Back protection, where there is now the hardship and glory of patrolling the Changan City Gate.

Unfortunately, after all, it was still affected by the incident that year. Although the two of them worked diligently and honestly for the court, the official position has already reached the end, and it is difficult to be promoted upwards, but at least the glory and wealth have already existed.

Huang Xing looked at Chang'an City in the light rain. After a long silence, he suddenly said with emotion: "When we returned to Chang'an with the general, it seemed that we were entering the West Gate."

Lord Yushui's expression was slightly stern.

When the two of them visited the city gates early in the morning and evening, they talked about fuzhong affair and interesting things about North Korea and China. They also recalled their military career, but they never mentioned that general.

Because the two didn't want to remember the tragic incident of that year, or the role they played in that incident, perhaps because of guilt, perhaps because of fear.

Lord Yu Shui didn't understand why the adults suddenly expressed this emotion today, and whispered: "According to the rules of the court, it should be from the Dongcheng Gate to enter the city, and this matter was later taken out as a criminal evidence.

Huang Xing sighed and did not speak again.

The rain in the twilight is getting bigger and bigger, the pedestrians have already returned home, and the subordinate officials of the city gate division have probably returned to the warm palace. The night watch soldiers are hiding in the city gate cave or the duty room. The sound of rain accompanied the two of them silently recalling that year.

The two carriages waited silently at both ends of the rain street. It was the carriage sent by the two people's house. The housekeepers had long been accustomed to the rules of the adults and did not urge them.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded on the rain street. The footsteps were very soft and stable. If you listen carefully, you seem to be able to hear the subtle sound of the sole of the boot stepping on the puddle.

It was a young man dressed in black and carrying a black umbrella.

It is strange that the young man did not hold an umbrella, and allowed the rain to fall on his body. His clothes were already soaked, and the rain fell along the forehead with silky hair

Huang Xing looked at the young man in black walking towards him, his brows raised slowly.

He just felt that the soaked young man in black was a little strange, he didn't notice any dangerous breath, and he didn't think anything would happen.

Because here is the well-secured Chang'an City, here is the fortified Xicheng Gate, whether it is those brave girl soldiers or those powerful practitioners, facing the majesty and powerful military power of the Datang Empire, they will become humble and calm.

Nothing really happened.

When the young man walked in front of them, he noticed the official clothes worn by Huang Xing and the light armor worn by the water master, saluted him, and walked out of the long street.

Huang Xing noticed that when the young man dressed in black saluted, the expression on his face was not awe, but with a very complicated emotion, he said with a smile: "We look at this rainy young man who is strange and wants to come He would also be surprised to see the two of us standing silent in the rain. "

Lord Yu Shui said: "Reasonable, then go back."

Suddenly, Huang Xing felt that there was something in his hand. Looking down, he saw a note in his palm.

He didn't look at what was written on the note, but turned around and looked behind him, only to see that there was spring and rain, and the black man in the street was no longer there.

Lord Yu Shui also noticed this, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and his voice said slightly: "It's amazing to be able to stuff the paper quietly into the hands of adults."

Huang Xing was silent for a moment, and opened the note in his heart.

The paper was yellowish, it seemed very ordinary, and it seemed extremely unusual. The writing on it was probably written with cinnabar mixed with some material, and Yin Hong looked like blood.

Some lines are drawn on the top of the yellowish paper strip. Those lines are combined to look like a word, but neither Huang Xing nor Yu Shuizhu can recognize this word.

They know the text under the note, because those are normal text.

"I came from the general's palace to take your life."

The expression of the two changed drastically. At this time, the look would be temporarily dark and gloomy to the extreme, and Huang Xing's fingers squeezing the note slightly shook.

The three generals on the yellowish paper reminded them of the memories buried deep in their hearts. Those **** memories had long been blurred. Today, Huang Xing looked at the rain in Chang'an City occasionally with emotion, reminding them of some , Followed by this note to bring back all those memories.

The two knew that the general on the note did not refer to General Xu Guo, General Xiahou, or General Xiahou, but General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan.

Huang Xing sighed and said: "Suddenly sighed before, really what Zhao Zhao should be."

Lord Yu Shui solemnly said: "I go to the Prince's Mansion."

Huang Xing nodded.

The two separated in the middle of the rain street, holding an umbrella and walking towards the carriage in their house on the other side of the street.

Official boots stepped on the stagnant water in the street and crackled.

At the beginning, the rhythm of the sound was very smooth and stable.

Then the footsteps on the rain street became faster and faster, more and more anxious.

This proves that their true mood at this time is not as relaxed as the surface.

Lord Yu Shui walked under the umbrella, the expression on his face became more and more grim and more severe, and the fear in his heart was replaced by anger. Fish in the net.

The sound of footsteps was suddenly chaotic.

His left foot stayed in a puddle, and the crackling sound became long and dull.

Because his foot can no longer be lifted.

His foot fell into the puddle.

It seemed that there was an invisible sharp thread on the ground of Yujie, which cut the pants on his legs, cut his flesh and cut his bones, so his feet fell off.

Not an invisible sharp thin line, but countless invisible sharp thin lines.

Yu Shuizhu's knee was disconnected, and then the entire thigh was disconnected.

Then the light armor on him was cut into countless pieces.

His people were cutting pears into countless pieces of fresh meat. Like the ripe fruit, they fell from the air, hit the rain, and made a crackling noise.

Huang Xing hurried toward the carriage at the intersection in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.

The oil paper umbrella in his hand is very old, and his face is very pale.

He didn't want to die.

Although his oil-paper umbrella is very old, the entire Chang'an City thought he was very clean, but in fact he has greeded a lot of silver in recent years, and he wanted to live to enjoy all that silver brought.

Although it was very hard to visit the city gates every day, he actually enjoyed the timid eyes of his subordinates during the tour. The people admired the admiring expression. He wanted to continue to enjoy all this while alive.

He thinks he is a scenery of Chang'an City and wants to be long.

Just then, he heard the crackling sound coming from behind him.

The crackling sound of the heavy meat falling in the puddle is different from the crackling sound of the official boots stepping into the puddle, which is very clear in the rain.

Huang Xing didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back.

He shook his hand holding an oil-paper umbrella, and looked at the carriage and the stewards who were not far away, and his pale face showed a look of despair.

The yellowish paper he held tightly in his hands was wet with rain and sweat.

Suddenly, a flamboyant flame spewed out of his hand.

Another flaming flame spewed out of his mantle.

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Numerous flaming flames spewed out from the deepest part of his body, instantly melting his hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, skin, fat, musculoskeletal and burning everything.

The long street in the rainy night was dim and wet.

The people under the umbrella were burning.

After a while, the oil-paper umbrella fell from the sky and landed on the rain-covered street.

Huang Xing under the umbrella has been silently turned into ashes.

The umbrella rolled slowly in the puddles, and the umbrella handle was slightly defocused.

Not far away, Ning Que stood quietly in the rain.

I do n’t know if it ’s because the mood swings are too intense, or because of the coldness of the spring rain, his face is pale, and the expression between his eyebrows is tired.

(One chapter today, three chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued