The morning court was not over until almost noon, which was the first time such a situation had occurred since the emperor ascended the throne. The adults were already hungry from early morning, and some of them became more anxious and uneasy because they were worried about Wu Yidao. But the emperor seemed to be in a good mood today, and called out the six officials one by one to ask some unimportant matters, which were very trivial, and obviously very casual, without any specific purpose.
When the sun was about to rise to the middle of the south, the emperor suddenly remembered something and said that everyone was still hungry. The adults who thought they were finally looking forward to the end of the morning court hurriedly said that they were not hungry, but who knew that the emperor nodded and said that since he was not hungry, let's discuss a few more things.
Now, many people can't wait to slap their mouths.
I don't know why Songbai Building put up a sign today and closed for a day. The door was closed tightly, and the wooden boards that sealed the windows were not removed. The qide wind lamp that was lit before nightfall was still on, and it looked a little lonely as it swayed back and forth with the wind. It is very unlucky to hang lights at the door during the day. If the door is open, it will look like a mourning hall. Of course, it would be more similar if there were big inscriptions written on the wind lantern.
The owner of Songbailou is surnamed Du, but few people know his name. He is the son of an old steward in the family of a certain important person in the imperial court, and it was actually built with money from that important person in the first place. Boss Du also knew that he was just a janitor. The Songbai Building is just a place where the grown-ups meet in private, and the small courtyard at the back is not accessible to ordinary guests at all.
At this time, Boss Du was sitting in the lobby of the wooden building in front of him in a daze, his face seemed a little nervous. A few young guys gathered together to chat boredly, and glanced at the boss from time to time to guess what happened today.
Boss Du is not qualified to go to the backyard now, because there is a group of people who are not eye-catching but definitely important.
These people are all the confidantes in charge of those adults' families.
Now those adults are still in the court hall and have not come back. Today's affairs are discussed by these stewards. Their identities on the surface are not very good, and they are just servants after all. But they are very loyal to their masters, so they can get in touch with high-level things. And these people are very smart, so they can gain the trust of adults.
If the information in these people's hands is gathered together, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Chang'an City.
The grown-ups are not here, it's them who make up their minds.
Boss Du was beating drums in his heart. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, how could it be a trivial matter for these stewards to gather in the backyard? There is nothing outrageously important, how could they put together such a complete set? So Boss Du didn't even dare to go to the backyard, lest he accidentally hear some great news, so that he would lose his head inexplicably.
Just when he was in a daze, someone knocked on the door suddenly.
Boss Du was startled, and the abacus in his hand fell to the table with a thud. He stood up and listened carefully, thinking that the knock on the door was his own illusion.
clap clap—
The knock on the door rang again, not loud but clear.
Boss Du's expression changed, and he winked at a boy. The young man hurried to the door and shouted to the outside through the door: "The boss has something to do at home today, so he won't open the door to welcome guests. Please come back, sir."
The knocking on the door stopped, but the boy didn't hear the footsteps leaving. He put his ear on the door panel and listened carefully. When he was concentrating on it, his body suddenly flew backwards. It wasn't just him, there was also a door that flew out at the same time.
The wooden door was knocked open from the outside, and the boy flew out and was covered by the door again. Painful groans came out immediately, with a few swear words mixed in. Boss Du quickly came out from behind the counter and looked out the door with a solemn expression.
A middle-aged man was standing outside the door, wearing a royal blue brocade coat.
He stood there alone, with his hands behind his back.
This is a man with a slender figure and elegant temperament. His robes are well cut and spotless. He should be about forty years old, with some wrinkles at the corners of his brows but not very deep. His appearance can't be described as handsome, but he is definitely the type that makes women fascinated. The charm that only real mature men possess, thick and steady.
On the ground beside him was a long wooden box, reaching as high as his chest.
"Scatter... San Jinhou!"
Boss Du's face suddenly became extremely ugly, he stammered and subconsciously stepped back several steps. Although he didn't know what the stewards had arranged for today, he knew that today should be the day of San Jinhou's death. Most of the manpower was sent out to hunt down this person, but this person was standing at the door of Songbai Tower.
"I knew a lot of people wanted to see me, so I came myself."
San Jinhou picked up the long wooden box and walked into the Songbai Building.
"Why, you are not welcome?"
he asks.
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A few boys ran over and lifted the wooden door that was not damaged but the door stopper was broken by the shock to block the gap. Several people hurriedly stuffed the door back, holding the door but not daring to put it down. They looked at the middle-aged man in royal blue brocade clothes in horror, as if they were seeing a demon who had just emerged from hell.
San Jinhou has been walking slowly, while Boss Du has been retreating.
"Master Hou... the shop has some private matters today and it is inconvenient to open the door to welcome guests. If you want to eat and drink, please come back tomorrow, okay? Come tomorrow, and I will ask the chef to prepare a table of Jiangnan dishes for you personally, which is my treat."
San Jinhou smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but you should know that I still don't need money to eat and drink."
Boss Du retreated to the doorway leading to the backyard, and he really couldn't retreat any longer: "Master Hou, please don't force others to make things difficult."
San Jinhou's tone of voice was still gentle: "Boss Du, you must be reasonable. Those people in the courtyard behind your Songbai Building are planning to kill me, why don't you allow me to ask why? If you insist on letting me leave, it will be difficult for others It's you, not me."
"Are you willing to step aside?"
he asks.
Boss Du shook his head subconsciously: "I can't let it go."
"Well, goodbye."
San Jinhou smiled and said four words, and then Boss Du's eyes suddenly blurred, and when he looked again, San Jinhou was already standing less than half a meter in front of him. Before he had time to shout, San Jinhou Hou raised his hand to jam his throat, then lifted him and thrust him into the wooden wall of the doorway.
With a bang, half of Boss Du's body was stuffed into the wall. The lower body was hanging outside the wooden wall, and the legs were still dangling back and forth. The boys in the lobby who were holding the door yelled out in horror, but they didn't dare to move because of San Jinhou's words.
"Hold the door firmly, if someone comes in again, you will all die."
After saying this, San Jinhou walked into the doorway and walked slowly. From the front lobby of the Songbai Building to the backyard, there is a doorway at the beginning. After coming out, there is a corridor tens of meters long. After passing through the corridor, there is a moon gate, and behind it are small courtyards separated one by one.
When San Jinhou entered the corridor, he paused for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc.
At the same time as the corner of his mouth curled up, many figures appeared behind the moon gate. These people poured in from outside the gate, brandishing knives and rushing into the corridor. They are like a stream, and San Jinhou standing alone is like a stubborn rock. Is the rock blocking the stream, or is it being washed away by the stream
The answer is that the stubborn stone goes upstream.
With a long wooden box in his left hand, the Marquis of Sanjin walked forward like a leisurely stroll, coming to kill one person at a time. There was no violent dodging of his body, but the knife in the enemy's hand just couldn't touch his body. And he only used one hand from beginning to end, killing one person in one step, taking his life step by step.
The corpses gradually covered the floor of the corridor, and San Jinhou walked forward stepping on the corpses. But he was still walking steadily, and his face was still calm. It was as if he was not killing people casually, but driving away some flying mosquitoes. As soon as a killer raised his knife, he saw a fist in front of his eyes. The fist bumped against his forehead, and his hard forehead collapsed.
If he could see his own appearance before he died, he would definitely feel sick and want to vomit. Half of his face was gone, turning into a big pit from above the nose, burying his forehead and eyes. Blood and brain matter came out little by little from the bottom of the pit, and finally flowed down his face with a splash. At this time, the person who killed him had already walked five steps forward.
There were more and more corpses in the corridor, and blood flowed down the cracks in the bluestone slabs.
There are more than 20 people crowded in the Moon Gate, moving back and forth and looking out. Everyone's faces were flustered, and the fear in their eyes spread uncontrollably. If... If there was any other way out of this backyard, they would have run away long ago. And most of these stewards are ordinary people, who have no ability to climb over the high wall and escape.
San Jinhou, who was killing all the way, stopped about ten meters away from the moon gate. At this time, there were only two people left between him and the stewards inside the moon gate. A swordsman who looked at him coldly with a long sword in his arms, and an old man with cold eyes sitting on a stone beside him with his bare hands.
The two of them seemed to have no mercy for those who had died, and those people were as insignificant as ants in their eyes. The blood on the ground had flowed to their feet, and they looked at it with disgust in their eyes. Those people's blood doesn't seem to be worthy of sticking their boots, and the only thing that interests them is San Jinhou.
"The businessman is a master. The world of the Sui Dynasty is really interesting."
The young man holding the sword frowned, a little disdainful.
San Jinhou looked at his clothes and hairstyle, frowned slightly and asked, "Come from the east of the sea?"
The young man was wearing clothes different from those of the Han people in the Central Plains, and had a pair of wooden clogs on his feet. The clothes look a bit like a mandarin jacket, but much longer than a mandarin jacket. A white cloth was tied on his forehead with a crooked word written on it. His expression is very cold and arrogant, although he is not tall to look at people, he lowers his eyelids and raises his jaw slightly.
"Someone actually guessed where I came from. The first time we Dongying warriors set foot here, I thought you were all frogs in a well and no one would recognize you. The warriors of the Sunrise Empire do not want to leave their homes because they are fighting for their masters. Struggle. I am different from them, my goal is not to become a glorious warrior beside the Patriarch, but to explore the world outside the empire for the Patriarch, and then conquer."
The young man was surprised at first, and then said this arrogantly.
San Jinhou didn't seem to listen to what he said, but pointed to the white cloth wrapped around his forehead, and asked seriously, "Did you just die?"