There is a vast street in front of the government office, without trees and shade, and it is roasted under the sunlight. Few people gather here in daily life. Of course, it is not because they are afraid of heat, but because the idle people in the government office are not allowed to approach.

At this time today, many people gathered from all directions, and their eyes were looking at the open space square in front of the government office. There was a man holding a big flag in his hand and a big knife in his other hand.

"What happened?"

“What is this for?”

The new people buzzed and asked.

"He said he was the assassin murderer last night." He replied loudly with one step early.

As soon as this statement was said, it was even more turbulent. Although the incident happened outside the city last night, the entire Chang'an City was searched in the middle of the night, and the people were also alarmed. The specific matter was not clear, but only knew that it was a very terrible murderer. This was a murderer. The people stood on tiptoe and rushed forward to see if it was a ferocious god with three heads and six arms.

Unfortunately, the murderer is no different from ordinary people. He is twenty-three or four years old, wearing a black suit, messy and bloody, with a dark face and a wooden expression.

But such an ordinary person makes the officers, soldiers, yamen runners feel like they are facing a great enemy.

"Put down your weapons!"

"Snatch it!"

They shouted in a mess, holding the weapons in their hands gathered little by little, but always keeping a distance.

The young man just stood still as if he was clay sculpture.

A moment later, there was a commotion among the officers and soldiers: "The prefect is here." After giving up a way, Li Guangyuan came quickly under the crowd.

Li Guangyuan was about to approach the man, but was stopped by his subordinates.

"Be careful, sir."

"Sir, no."

"I don't know how many of my fellow party members."

After some obstruction, Li Guangyuan stood up not far away and looked at the man and shouted in a deep voice: "The bold murderer is not surrender."

The young man looked at him and said, "I'm not a murderer." He looked at the knife in his hand, "I couldn't even take the knife, I was just a scholar."

A scholar?

The prefect Li shouted: "Since he is a child of a saint, why do he still do such a crazy thing!"

The young man suddenly stepped forward, pointed the knife in his hand at the prefect Li, and said, "That was forced by you corrupt officials!"

His actions made the officers and soldiers in front of him nervous, and the prefect Li was also protected and retreated. It was not that everyone was too timid, but that the thief who killed Zongzhou had to be warned.

The prefect Li broke away from the servant's encirclement and said, "If you have any grievances, you will seek justice. What a good man is you committing a willful murder."

The young man laughed, pointed the knife at the sky, and said, "Ask a plea? I, Zhong Shisan, have been injuring for three years, but my family was destroyed and the clan was destroyed. Since no one can avenge me, I will do my best for heaven. If you don't ask the surrender of Zong Zhou, I will kill him in person."

Zong Zhou? The onlookers were making a noise. It was not until this moment that they knew who the incident happened last night was against. This kind of civilians always makes people feel inexplicably excited.

The reactions of the people around him seemed to have excited the young man, and he shook the flag in his hand.

"Zong Zhou was cruel and greedy and abused the law. In the name of choosing palace maids, he seized the women and asked for bribes..." He shouted loudly, and the flag floated under the scorching sun, revealing the bright red words on it, line by line, like blood, "I was originally a son of the Zhong family in Gaozhou, and I only read the books of sages. Because I refused Zong Zhou to choose the young girl, my century-old Zhong family was persecuted and broken by him..."

The young man's voice echoed shrillly, telling the tragic incident of his family being destroyed, causing more and more people around him to become more and more confused.

"Sir, please stop him." An official suggested that the man scolded the sky and the earth, and the court was also blind.

The prefect Li shook his head and said, "Let him say... the clearer he says, the better, it has nothing to do with my Chang'an Mansion."

People around him understood that if something happened to Zong Zhou in Chang'an Prefecture, the court would be furious. Chang'an Prefecture would have no trouble. Now that being able to catch the murderer can reduce the reprimand.

Master Li said: "You must catch the living."

At this point, he saw Zhong Shisan becoming more and more excited and waved the flag in his hand.

"...You don't have to catch other people anymore... These are all heroes invited by me, Zhong Shisan. I will collect money and do things. I will do things one by one..." He said, laughing again, "The Emperor will not let God down, Zong Zhou is dead, and 120 people from the Zhong family can rest in peace... The Emperor will not let God down, Zong Zhou is dead..."

He laughed at the sky with a flag and a knife, and the big knife fell on his shoulder...

"Not good!" Master Li shouted, pointing his hand, "Take it down, don't let him commit suicide."

With his order, a crossbowman who had been waiting for a long time released the bowstring with a long time. The feather arrow flew straight towards Zhong Shisan. With the screams of the onlookers, the feather arrow shot Zhong Shisan's hand holding the knife.

He was indeed a scholar. He had weak hands and weak strength. Zhong Shisan cried out in pain. The flagpole fell and the sword fell to the ground. He bent down with his hands and bent down. The officers and soldiers around him took the opportunity to rush up.

"Take it down."

"Take away."

The shouts were in chaos, and soon tied Zhong Shisan and carried him to the government office. The Master Li and others naturally left. In a blink of an eye, only the big flags that fell on the ground and were trampled to the ground. The people around rushed up to surround the flags, pushing and squeezing.

"Hurry Nian Nian."

"Let the literate ones come."

Then different voices of different sizes sounded and the blood letters on the flag were recited.

Zhang Liantang no longer heard the noise of turning around and walking out of the place.

A servant approached from the side and said, "I asked clearly. Three years ago, Zong Zhou went to Gaozhou and was a master of poetry and books in Zhong's family. Zong Zhou wrote poems at Zhong's family banquet and was mocked by his children. Zhong's three daughters were selected and died before leaving Gaozhou. Zong Zhou said he committed suicide, and Zhong said he was assassinated by Zong Zhou. The two parties sued him for this, and Zhong also went to sue the imperial lawsuit."

Zhang Shuangtong shook the fan and said, "So the Zhong family was destroyed?"

The servant responded and said, "The Zhong family runs a bookstore. It was found that it was printed with books that were disrespectful to the late emperor. They asked about the crime of disobedience and were executed by the family... From the white-haired old man to the young children, there were indeed one descendants named Zhong Shisan, who was the eldest grandson of the third wife. He was studying abroad at that time and was able to escape, but he was not known later."

Zhang Shuangtong put away the fan and patted it in the palm of his hand, saying, "It turned out to be a green forest." After talking for half a day, Zhang Liantang didn't say anything, but just frowned and walked forward, "Brother Liantang, this person is amazing."

Zhang Liantang said, "This." He looked back and frowned slightly, "It's like an acting... a scholar."

Zhang Shuangtong said: "What's wrong with scholars? Xue Qing also carried an iron stick with him."

Zhang Liantang withdrew his gaze and said, "That's why did he take his weapons to see Young Master Chunyang?"

Zhang Shuangtong said: "Of course, it is necessary to guard against others."

Zhang Liantang shook his head and said, "Unlike him, he is the one who solves Cuju on the court. Then bets will naturally be resolved."

Zhang Shuangtong chuckled and said, "Then is he carrying weapons to kill people?" After that, he laughed and lowered his voice, "For what? Hongyan was angry?"

Xue Qing cared very much about the neighbor's younger sister being selected to enter the palace and took her away.

Zhang Liantang didn't laugh, seemed to ponder, and then said to himself: "If he could, he should do it."

But of course he can't, how could it be...

Zhang Shuangtong shook his head and said, "Now, let alone whether he can play with a knife or a gun, or whether he can lift a pen and write with his right hand..." He sighed, thinking of Xue Qing's injury, which was a pity.

"Is there a good doctor invited?"

"This is an injury or not, and sometimes there is nothing to do if the doctor is well or not."

The two brothers whispered and walked along the street. Some people on the street were still calling their friends to run to the government office, and they collided with the two brothers who were moving in the opposite direction. The shopkeeper also closed the store door and ran to watch the fun, but not everyone was curious.

In front of a fresh fish shop, the shop woman was wrapped in a headscarf and leaning against the door to watch the crowd running around the street, but she was not curious at all, but was listless. Perhaps because all the customers who bought the fish ran away, there was always something that was related to them the most. As for Zong Zhou, whether it was revenge or revenge, it was actually something that had nothing to do with their lives.

Zhang Liantang walked by with his eyebrows frowned.

Although Zhong Shisan surrendered voluntarily, the government would not leave it alone. After all, this was not something he could do alone. The murderer still had to continue to pursue and suppress. The scope of the pursuit and suppression had been expanded to the surrounding area of ​​Chang'an Prefecture City. When night fell, Chang'an City imposed a curfew.

The city gates are closed, and the lively night markets in the past are rare. Sometimes pedestrians who come back late are hurried by, and restaurants and tea shops are closed one after another. The night is thick. There is only one shop on the whole street with doors open. You can see that this is an iron shop when you approach.

The fire was still burning, but the blacksmith did not wave his hammer to work, but sat by the fire. The raging flames made his face turn redder and red, and his hair and beard were a little curled. But the blacksmith seemed to have no idea, just looking at the fire like an old monk entering into meditation.

The streets are rarely visited, and both the high and small houses are closed. However, the houses that are closed are still in their own daily life, and they are more lively than before. Of course, they are talking about the assassination of Zong Zhou. This is a rare event, enough for the people of Chang'an City to have a long history.

But not everyone will talk about this, such as the Guo family.

"Then the Liu family is still not going to give an explanation?" Guo Huaichun shouted angrily.

Manager Wu lowered his head and responded to the yes.

Mrs. Guo sighed from the side: "Master, what can you say about the dispute between the children? They insisted that Xue Qing took action first, but his weapons were his. They said that Liu Chunyang had no reason to take action."

Guo Baoer hurriedly said, "Some, some, Xue Qing and Liu Wuer have a bet to marry, and Liu Chunyang is annoyed..."

Guo Huaichun said furiously: "Get out."

Guo Baoer was quite dissatisfied. Mrs. Guo hurriedly got up and pushed her out, saying, "Your father is upset, go and play with Zi'an Ziqian."

Guo Baoer hummed a few times and ran to look for Guo Zi'an. Guo Ziqian was sitting in the room and sighed and said to Xue Qing's injury.

"I think it's beyond help," he said, pointing at his arm, "This is penetrating, it's useless."

Guo Zian sneered: "He is such a harsh person. He is so powerful to beat us. As a result, he was ruined by Liu Chunyang, who has never practiced martial arts in a day..."

Guo Baoer said: "Wouldn't that mean we are not as good as Liu Chunyang? You can't just let it go."

Guo Ziqian nodded and said, "You have to avenge your elder brother."

Guo Zian spat, Xue Qing was the eldest brother, and he felt irritated, "I don't care about him, I will avenge myself."

If you want to take revenge, you must first get better. The last time you were injured, you were dizzy, but there was no such bloody limb disability. It would be better if you could wake up and take care of it for a few days. But this time, the person woke up quickly. However, limb disability does not mean that you can take care of it if you keep it well.

Everyone knows this truth, Xue’s mother knows, and Xue Qing also knows that she woke up at dawn today, but she kept pretending to be in a coma. One is that she doesn’t want to speak, and the other is that she doesn’t want to face Xue’s mother’s tears. Despite this, Xue’s mother’s crying has not stopped for a whole day.

The medicine I took has the effect of calming the mind, but I can't fall asleep peacefully. The wound hurts so much.

In this era without painkillers, the skin and flesh were really hurt. Xue Qing was confused and woke up as if she was awake and asleep. When she woke up again by the burning pain, the room was already covered by night. Xue’s mother lay on the table and seemed to be tired of crying. She fell asleep, and the oil lamp jumped and lit up in the room.

Xue Qing couldn't help but sigh. It's logical that she should say what she should think now, but she has no idea. Regret is absolutely nothing. What Xue Qing wants to do must be a choice from her original intention. She will never regret it, and she will be afraid of it... It's not a question, killing people is unpredictable.
To be continued...