Chapter 12 Eighty-eight dead men in the eleventh round

【one】 February twenty-three. Chang'an. morning. The sky is dead gray, the earth is also dead gray, and the gate of the magnificent ancient city of Chang'an has not yet opened. The soldiers Lao Huang and A Jin who were in charge of opening the city gates every day killed a wild dog yesterday and pooled their money to buy two catties of burning knives and two catties of flatbread. Neglect of duty and delay the opening of the city, that is the death penalty of "judgment". The military law is like a mountain. When Lao Huang got up, he found that the time was already more than half a quarter late. At that time, he broke out in a cold sweat and rushed to Kaesong before he even had time to button up his cotton jacket.

"It's so cold, probably no one will enter the city so early." Lao Huang comforted himself in his heart, opened the big iron lock on the door, and just pushed the city gate open by a line, he was startled. Not only were there already people waiting to enter the city outside, but it looked like there were at least seventy or eighty people. Seventy or eighty people were all dressed in strong attire, wearing leggings that repelled the waves, all carrying ghost-head knives on their backs, and white cloth scarves were tied on their heads, with a dark red rag sewn on it.Everyone's face is like today's weather, with a kind of murderous look that makes people feel creepy.

As soon as the city gate opened, these people divided into two lines and approached the city silently. The blood-red saber coat on the knife fluttered in the wind, against the white scarf tied on the head, the sharp blade shone coldly. Every knife is unsheathed, because there is no sheath on the knife. ——Who are these murderous big men?What are you doing in Chang'an? Old Huang, who was guarding the city, was supposed to stop them from interrogating him because of his duty.But his tongue seemed to stiffen suddenly, and he couldn't even utter a single word. Because at this moment, a big man wearing a bearskin jacket behind his back appeared in front of him, staring at him with big bloodshot eyes. Although he was already thin and out of shape, his cheekbones were high and his eyes were as sharp as knives. , it still looks majestic, like a beast that just sprang out from the deep mountains.

His messy hair was also tied tightly with a white cloth scarf with a dark red rag on it. The only person who was dressed differently from them was a handsome and thin young man who followed closely behind him, carrying a long and narrow blue cloth bundle. Lao Huang's eyes had softened, and anyone could tell that this man would never frown when he was about to kill someone. "Do you want to question and question us? Where did you come from? What are you here for?" Although this person's voice was hoarse, there was also a kind of intimidating majesty in his tone. "Listen, listen carefully, I am Zhu Meng, Luoyang Zhu Meng." He said sharply, "We came to Chang'an to die."

【two】 Zhuo Donglai's face was originally expressionless, but now it seemed to have been frozen, every muscle on his face was frozen.If you have ever seen the face of a dead man frozen to death in the ice, you can only imagine his face and expression now. A young man under 20 years old stood in front of him like a javelin, and the expression on his face seemed to be similar to his. This young man is Zhuo Qing. Originally his surname was not Zhuo, but his surname was Guo, the younger brother of Guo Zhuang who died in Honghuaji. But since Zhuo Donglai adopted him as a adopted son, he immediately forgot his original name.

"Zhu Meng has entered the city." He was the one who reported the news, and he was also the one who found out that the ditch had medicine juice flowing out every day. Recently, he has done more things for Zhuo Donglai than all of Zhuo Donglai's cronies combined. "How many of them came?" "Including Gao Jianfei, there are a total of eighty-eight people." "He told Lao Huang, who is guarding the city, that he is Zhu Meng?" "yes." "What else did he say?" "He said they came to Chang'an to die!" Zhuo Donglai's pupils shrank suddenly, as if they had turned into two awls.

"Didn't they come to Chang'an to kill people? Did they come to Chang'an to die?" "yes." "Okay, very good." Zhuo Donglai's eyes suddenly started to twitch: "Excellent." Anyone who knew Zhuo Donglai knew that the corners of his eyes would only twitch when the situation was at its worst. Now the corners of his eyes began to twitch, because he had already seen that there were not only eighty-eight people coming, but eight hundred and eighty. ——People who come to kill are not scary, but people who come to die are scary. One such person can be compared to ten.

"Tell me about their dress again." "Each of them wore strong clothes, leg wraps, and white scarves, and a dark red rag was sewn on the white scarves." Zhuo Donglai sneered. "Okay, great." He asked Zhuo Qing, "Do you know where those rags come from?" "have no idea." "That must be Spike's bloody clothes." Zhuo Dong said, "When Spike died, his clothes were completely stained red with blood." Someone from Luoyang had already come and reported the whole process of that bloody battle to Zhuo Donglai. "The Hall of the Lions has already turned into a mess of loose sand, but the blood of the spikes has tied the loose sand together again." Zhuo Donglai's voice actually contained emotion: "Skipping shoes, good, good spikes."

"Yes," Zhuo Qing said, "spikes are ugly, and they are cheap. Although they are usually inferior to other shoes, when it rains, snows and muddy roads, only spikes are the most useful." He spoke very flatly, because he was merely stating a fact. He's not very emotional. Zhuo Donglai stared at him, and after a long, long time, he suddenly did something that no one thought he would do. He stood up suddenly, walked over and hugged Zhuo Qing, obviously it was just a light hug, but it was the first time in his life. ——Besides Sima Chaoqun, it was the first time that he was so close to a man.

Although Zhuo Qing was still standing there like a javelin, there seemed to be tears in his eyes. Zhuo Donglai didn't seem to notice his reaction; he suddenly changed the subject: "Zhu Meng knows where I am, but he will never come to me for the time being." "yes." "Since they are here to die, of course we want to fulfill him, and of course we will go find him." "yes." "These eighty-eight people came here with the determination to die, the eighty-eight people have only one heart, and the eighty-eight people have one breath." Zhuo Dong said: "This breath has been suffocated now, and it is about to explode at any moment. It is unstoppable."

"yes." "So I won't go to them now." "yes." A cruel and unpredictable smile suddenly appeared in Zhuo Donglai's sharp pupils, and he asked Zhuo Qing, "Do you know how I will deal with them?" "have no idea." Zhuo Donglai told Zhuo Qing word by word in his unique tone. "I want to invite them to dinner." He said: "Tonight I will greet them on the first floor of 'Chang'an Residence' and invite them to dinner." "yes." "You're going to invite them for me." "yes." "Maybe Zhu Meng won't agree, maybe he thinks it's a trap." Zhuo Donglai said lightly, "But I believe you must have a way to let them go. Not only Zhu Meng is going, but Gao Jianfei is also going." "Yes." Zhuo Qing said: "They will go, they will definitely go." "I also hope that you can come back alive." Zhuo Qing's answer was short and affirmative: "I will." 【three】 When Zhuo Donglai returned to his bedroom, which was as warm as spring, Die Wu was combing her hair. She combed her long black hair over and over again, and there seemed to be nothing she wanted to do in this world other than combing her hair. Zhuo Donglai quietly watched her comb her hair, watching her comb it again and again. One of them combed their hair while the other looked at it. After an unknown amount of time, suddenly there was a "collapse" sound, and the wooden comb broke and broke into three pieces. This comb is a fine product of Liuzhou's "Yurenfang". Even if you use two hands to bend it hard, it is difficult to break it. Women usually cherish their hair and don't usually comb it too hard. But now the comb is broken. Die Wu's hands were trembling, and she couldn't even hold the remaining piece of comb in her hand. With a "ding", it landed on the dressing table. Zhuo Donglai didn't see it. He didn't seem to see any of these things. "I want to invite someone to dinner tonight." He told Die Wu very gently: "Two distinguished guests are invited to dinner." Die Wu looked at the broken wooden comb on the dressing table, as if she was already fascinated. "Tonight I also want to treat someone to dinner." She said foolishly, "Take me to dinner." She smiled foolishly again: "Every day I invite myself to eat, because everyone has to eat, even people like me have to eat, I ate bowl after bowl, and I was so happy. " "Today I also want my distinguished guest to have a good meal!" Zhuo Dong said, "So I would like to ask you to do something for me." "You can do whatever you want me to do." Die Wu couldn't stop laughing: "Even if you want me to eat shit without eating, I will do so." "That would be great!" Zhuo Donglai was actually laughing too, and he seemed to be smiling happily. "Actually, you should know what I want to ask you to do," he said word by word: "I want to ask you to dance for me." "The sword has no heart, Zhuang Sheng has no dream; Dance for you and turn into a butterfly. " 【Four】 The most famous restaurant in Chang'an City is "Chang'an Ju".The most famous teahouse in Chang'an is also "Chang'anju", but the Chang'anju restaurant and Chang'anju teahouse are completely different. "Changanju is not easy." It is also not easy to open such a restaurant and teahouse. Chang'anju Restaurant is located in the west of the city, with a vast garden and elegant utensils. There are more than a dozen pavilions among the flowers and trees. Chang'anju Teahouse is located in the city, on the most prosperous and lively street in the city. The price is reasonable and economical.Moreover, no matter whether it is tea, food, noodles, wine or vegetables, the portion of each item is very large, and it will never make people feel that they are at a disadvantage. So every morning, the place is full of guests, and there are all kinds of people. Because coming here besides eating and drinking, you can also enjoy many other kinds of fun. You can meet a lot of strange people, meet some friends you haven’t seen for many years, and drink tea with your husband and children at the table next to you. It may be your former lover; the one who hides in a corner and dare not look up at you may be the debtor you have been looking for for a long time. So one should never go to this place if one does not want to be found by others. So Zhu Meng came. He is not afraid of being found, he is waiting for the people from the Escort Bureau to find him. No one dared to ask Zhu Meng, "Why are you waiting here? Why didn't you rush into the big escort?" Of course Zhu Meng had his reasons. ——Chang'an is the base of the Great Escort Bureau. There are many masters in the Chang'an General Bureau, and the martial arts of Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai are even more terrifying.Now they are waiting for work at leisure, and they have taken advantage of the right time and place. "We are here to fight for our lives, not to die. Even if we are going to die, we have to die with a price." ——To fight a strong enemy, blood alone is not enough. "We must be patient, we must be self-reliant and self-reliant, and we must endure humiliation." ——Die Wu, will you dance for others? Zhu Meng tried not to think about her. Although Die Wu's dancing posture is unforgettable and unforgettable, but now it has been diluted by the blood of the spikes. He swore that he would never let the blood of the spikes flow in vain. No one is drinking. Everyone's emotions are very excited, and their fighting spirit is very passionate, so there is no need to use alcohol to stimulate them. They occupied thirteen seats in this teahouse with more than one hundred tables. The place was already full, but after they appeared for a while, more than half of the people in the teahouse left. Seeing the blood-red saber jackets on their backs, the white scarves wrapped around their heads, and the murderous look on their faces, everyone could tell that these strangers were definitely not here to drink tea. What they want to drink is blood. The blood of the enemy. Zhuo Qing came alone. They paid no attention to him when he entered the teahouse, for they had no idea who he was. Only Xiao Gao knows. This young man had left a deep impression on him, but Zhuo Qing didn't seem to recognize him anymore, as soon as he entered the teahouse, he went straight to Zhu Meng. "Is it Master Zhu from Luoyang Lion Hall?" Zhu Meng suddenly raised his head, staring at him with a pair of big bloodshot eyes. "I am Zhu Meng, who are you?" "The junior's surname is Zhuo." "Your surname is Zhuo?" Xiao Gao was surprised: "I remember that your surname didn't seem to be Zhuo." "Oh?" "Your original surname is Guo, I remember it very clearly." "But I don't remember anymore." Zhuo Qing said flatly: "I always forget things that have passed, and things that should be forgotten, I don't even think about them." He looked at Xiao Gao quietly, with no expression on his face: "Sometimes you might as well learn from me, then your life might be happier." ——People always think of things they shouldn't think of at some inappropriate times. This is one of the greatest pains of human beings. ——Is Xiao Gao thinking of that woman who shouldn't be thinking now? Xiao Gao suddenly wanted to drink. When he was thinking about it, Zhu Meng suddenly laughed and laughed wildly on his back. "Okay, well said." He ordered loudly: "Bring the wine, I want to explain to this talking boy." "Now this junior doesn't want to drink," Zhuo Qing said, "so this junior can't accompany me." Zhu Meng's laughter stopped suddenly, and he stared at him like a beast: "You don't want to drink, and you don't want to drink with me?" "Yes, this junior doesn't want to drink, not even a drop." Zhuo Qing didn't blink his eyes: "When this junior wants to forget something, he doesn't need to drink." Zhu Meng suddenly got up and stood up. With the sound of "Bo", a teapot was crushed by him: "You really don't want to drink?" Zhuo Qing's expression remained unchanged. "If Hall Master Zhu wants to kill me now, of course it's easy, but asking me to drink is as difficult as climbing the sky." Zhu Meng suddenly laughed again. "Good boy, you are really kind." He asked Zhuo Qing: "Your surname is Zhuo, are you Zhuo from Zhuo Dong?" "yes." "Did Zhuo Donglai ask you to come?" "yes." "What are you here for?" "The younger generation was ordered to invite Section Master Zhu and Da Xia." Zhuo Qing said, "Tonight Mr. Zhuo will be on the first floor of the Chang'an residence in the west of the city to welcome the two of you with wine." "Does he know how many people we have come?" "This time Hallmaster Zhu brought eighty-six people besides Gao Daxia." "He only invited the two of us?" Zhu Meng sneered, "Zhuo Donglai is too stingy." "I'm afraid it's not stingy, but thoughtful." "thoughtful?" "It is because Mr. Zhuo is thoughtful that he only dares to invite Mr. Zhu and Mr. Gao." "why?" "The two heroes are peerless, even if they are in the dragon's lake and the tiger's den, they can come and go freely." Zhuo Qing smiled faintly: "I'm afraid the others can't do it." Zhu Meng laughed again: "Okay, well said, even if the first floor of Chang'an Residence is really a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao will go there. But you shouldn't come." "why?" "A talent like you, now that you're here, how can I be willing to let you go?" Zhu Meng laughed like thunder: "If I let you go, wouldn't my friends all over the world laugh at me, Zhu Meng, for being blind and blind?" Zhuo Qing actually smiled. "Yang Jian can seek refuge in the Escort Bureau, and of course I can also seek refuge in the Lion Hall." He said, "But not yet." "When will I be able to wait?" "Wait until the Lion Hall is strong enough to defeat the Escort." Zhuo Qing was completely emotionless: "This junior is not a loyal person, but he has always been very knowledgeable about current affairs." Xiao Gao looked at him in surprise, he really didn't expect such a young person to be able to say such a thing. Zhuo Qing immediately noticed the change in his expression. "I'm telling the truth." Zhuo Qing said, "Truths are usually not very pleasant to hear." Zhu Meng stopped laughing, and asked sharply: "Then should I let you go back and help Zhuo Donglai deal with me?" "The younger generation said that Master Zhu killed me easily." Zhuo Qing said, "It's just that if Master Zhu really kills me, it will be as difficult as going to heaven to see that person again." Zhu Meng changed color. Of course he understood who Zhuo Qing was referring to as "that person".This sentence came like a whip, and for a moment he didn't know how to parry it. Zhuo Qing was already bowing and saluting: "The younger generation bids farewell." He actually turned around and left, and he was not at all afraid that someone would cut off his head from behind with a knife, and he didn't look at Zhu Meng again. There were blue veins on Zhu Meng's forehead. ——He couldn't let Zhuo Qing go, he couldn't let his subordinates watch him let go of their enemies for a woman. ——But how could he let Die Wu die because of this? Xiao Gao suddenly sighed, "Unexpectedly, he really saw it right, and Zhu Meng would never kill an unarmed person who was ordered to come here for interrogation." He glanced around: "As long as this kind of thing is A man would never do it, let alone Zhu Meng." A burly man with a white scarf on his head suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Brother Gao said that, we brothers and sisters should give a toast to Brother Gao." Eighty-six heroes immediately responded like thunder.Xiao Gao tore open the skirt of his clothes: "Okay, bring the wine." 【Fives】 "I know Zhu Meng still can't let Die Wu go," Zhuo Donglai said coldly, "But I never thought he would let you go so easily." There was deep thought in his eyes: "For the sake of a woman, Zhu Meng let go of the enemy so easily, isn't Zhu Meng afraid that his brothers will look down on him because of this? Isn't he afraid of damaging their rustic spirit!" Zhuo Donglai sneered: "Die Wu, does this woman really have such great magic power?" "Their morale has not been depressed." Zhuo Qing said. "Because Gao Jianfei understood Zhu Meng's mood at that time very well, and helped him out of the predicament in time, making his brothers think that he didn't kill you not because of sex, but because of loyalty." "When the two countries are fighting, how can Zhu Meng, who is upright and upright, kill an unarmed person if he doesn't kill the envoy?" Zhuo Qing's eyes showed admiration: "That's exactly what Gao Jianfei said." Zhuo Donglai kept sneering: "This man is really Zhu Meng's good friend, but Zhu Meng's brothers are all pigs." "Actually, it's not that those people don't understand Gao Jianfei's meaning." Zhuo Qing said, "But they won't underestimate Zhu Meng because of this." "Because they don't want Zhu Meng to be so ruthless." Zhuo Qing said, "Because real heroes are not ruthless." "What kind of person is truly ruthless?" "Heroes." Zhuo Qing said: "A hero has no tears, but a hero is ruthless." Zhuo Donglai suddenly had a cold light in his eyes, stared at Zhuo Qing for a long time, and then asked coldly: "If Gao Jianfei didn't say that, would Zhu Meng kill you?" "Neither will he." "why?" Zhuo Qing's voice was cold and calm: "Because in his heart; Die Wu's life is much more precious than mine." 【six】 dusk.after dusk. It was already very dark in the room, but the lights hadn't been lit yet. Die Wu never liked to light up lights. —was it because she was afraid that she might become like a moth to the flame? There was a fire flickering in the furnace, Die Wu stood by the fire and slowly took off her clothes. Her carcass is crystal clear, soft, moist and flawless. The door was pushed open, she knew someone had come in, but she didn't turn her head, because no one dared to enter this room except Zhuo Donglai. She bent down and rubbed her legs lightly. Even she could feel how easily the elasticity of the muscles in her legs aroused people's desires. No one can resist this kind of tease, never have. So she is weird. Zhuo Donglai has been looking at her all the time, but he hasn't made any movements until now. The light dance clothes are as light as the wings of cicadas. Wearing them is like putting on a layer of moonlight. Zhuo Donglai still stood behind her without moving. Die Wu couldn't help turning her head at last, and the bead flower she just picked up in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. The person who came in just now was not Zhuo Donglai. When she turned her head, she saw a pale boy standing in front of her and looking at her. Die Wu quickly regained her composure. She didn't expect that anyone other than Zhuo Donglai would dare to break into this room, but she was used to being seen by others. The only thing that made her feel uncomfortable was that this young man looked at her differently from anyone else. When others saw her naked body and her legs, there seemed to be flames burning in their eyes. The young man's eyes were as cold as the blades of ice and snow rocks. Zhuo Qing looked at Die Wu as if he was looking at a mass of ice, a rock, and a blade. Die Wu was also looking at him for a long time, but she still couldn't see any change in the young man's expression. "Who are you?" Die Wu couldn't help asking him: "Can you tell me, who are you?" "Zhuo Qing, my name is Zhuo Qing." "Are you a man? Are you a man of flesh and blood?" "I'm." "Are you blind?" "no." "Did you see me?" "I saw it." Zhuo Qing said, "I can see every part of your body very clearly." His voice was cold and polite, completely emotionless, and completely devoid of sarcasm or obscenity. Because he was just stating a fact. Die Wu smiled, sighed with a smile, and asked Zhuo Qing with a sigh. "Don't you ever tell a lie?" "Sometimes yes, sometimes no." Zhuo Qing said: "When there is no need to lie, I always tell the truth." "Now you don't have to lie?" "Absolutely not." Die Wu sighed again: "You said you can see every part of my body clearly, are you not afraid that Lao Zhuo will goug out your eyeballs?" Zhuo Qing looked at her quietly, and after a long time said word by word: "Now he won't do this anymore." Die Wu seemed to be completely unresponsive, but she had already fully understood what he meant. "Now he won't do that anymore." She asked Zhuo Qing, "Is it because he already gave me to you?" Die Wu asked again: "It's not you? Someone else?" Zhuo Qing was silent. "He is really generous." Die Wu's voice was full of sarcasm. "No man who has touched me has ever been willing to let me out." She sighed softly: "This is really a pity." "pity?" "I'm sorry for you, he really should have given me to you." Die Wu said, "You will never meet another woman like me in your life." "Oh?" "I'm also feeling sorry for myself," Die Wu looked at Zhuo Qing: "You are young, you are a good-looking boy, I have always liked boys your age the most. You seem to never get tired." Her eyes were getting hazy, her lips were getting wet, suddenly she walked over slowly, untied her dance dress, and pressed her soft, smooth and warm body nakedly against Zhuo Qing's body. Her waist was twisting, and her throat was panting and moaning. Zhuo Qing didn't respond. Panting, Die Wu stretched out her hand to look for his, but her hand was held immediately, and her body was also thrown away. Zhuo Qing threw her on the bed like throwing a ball, and looked at her coldly: "You can use all kinds of methods to torture yourself, insult yourself, whatever you want." Zhuo Qing said coldly: "But I can not." "You can't?" Die Wu laughed again, laughing like crazy: "Aren't you a man?" "It's useless for you to provoke me." Zhuo Qing said, "I will never touch you." "why?" "Because I'm also a man, I don't want to torture myself by thinking about what you look like down there every night in the future." "As long as you want, you can hug me to sleep every night in the future." Zhuo Qing smiled, but the smile seemed to be carved out of granite: "I thought about that too." He said with a smile: "It's a pity that I also know what happens to those men who want to hug you every day." Die Wu stopped smiling, and suddenly there was an indescribable sadness in her eyes. "You're right." She said faintly, "Those men who want to hug me every day are still suffering, even if they are not dead." Her voice was hoarse with pain: "Fortunately, those people are either bastards or idiots, no matter what they suffer, they deserve it." "Where's Zhu Meng?" Zhuo Qing asked her suddenly: "Is Zhu Meng a bastard or an idiot?" Die Wu stood up, concentrating on the flickering flames in the furnace, and suddenly sneered after a long time. "Do you think Zhu Meng will miss me? Do you think Zhu Meng will feel sorry for me?" "He will not?" "He is not human at all." Die Wu's voice was full of hatred: "Just like Zhuo Donglai, he is not human." "Does he not care about you at all?" "What does he care about?" Die Wu said: "He only cares about his reputation, his status, his power, even if I die in front of him, he will not shed a single tear." "real?" "In his eyes, I am not a human being, but just a plaything. It is like a clay doll played by a child. When he is happy, he picks it up and plays with it. When he is tired of playing, he throws it aside. Sometimes he even They didn't speak a word to me for days." "Is it because he treated you like this that you slipped away when we raided the Hall of Lions?" "I'm human too." Die Wu asked Zhuo Qing: "Is there anyone willing to be treated as a plaything by others?" "No." Zhuo Qing said lightly: "But have you ever thought that you may have misread him?" "What's wrong with him?" "A man like him, even if he treats people well in his heart, he might not show it." Zhuo Qing said: "I know that many people are not good at expressing their emotions, especially for women they like." "why?" "Maybe it's because they think it's not manly to act affectionately in front of women." Zhuo Qing said, "Maybe it's because they don't know how to do it at all." "Zhu Meng is not this kind of person." Die Wu said categorically: "He knows this kind of thing better than anyone else, and he can do it better than anyone else." "Oh?" "When he is kind to others, what he does is more beautiful than anyone else." Die Wu said: "The things he does for others sometimes even make me feel nauseous." "But you are not someone else." Zhuo Qing said, "You are different from others." "Why is it different?" "Because you're his woman, maybe he thinks you should know that he treats you differently." "I don't know." Die Wu said: "If a man really likes a woman, he should let her know." "Maybe you don't know him yet." "I don't know him!" Die Wu sneered again: "I have slept with him for three or four years, and I still don't know him?" Zhuo Qing showed that rock-like cold smile again. "Of course you know him well, and certainly better than the rest of us." The night was approaching, and the room had been silent for a long time before Die Wu sighed softly. "Have I said too much today?" "Yes." Zhuo Qing said: "So we should leave now, I was here to take you away." "Where are you taking me?" Zhuo Qing said word by word: "Have you forgotten? You have promised Mr. Zhuo to dance for him tonight."