With the tacit approval of the leading Jinwu Guards and the spread of the news by many Jinwu Guards, Leng Linjiang's love story seemed to have wings. At dawn, it had already spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.
Many people gathered outside the door of Leng Linjiang's mansion, wanting to catch a glimpse of the elopement of Leng Linjiang's concubine who had eloped with him.
God, Leng Linjiang is already good-looking, and he also has a lot of money and background. What kind of look does that female godfather have to look like to be able to seduce Leng Linjiang's concubine and run away.
What's more, he secretly gave money to the young man in the Leng Mansion, hoping to find out some inside information.
But the boy was holding money in one hand, shaking his head when asked, and not doing anything else!
Just when everyone in Chang'an City was talking about the famous playboy Leng Linjiang who returned to the capital to look for his concubine, caught her in bed and fucked her and was beaten so hard that his face was scratched, someone was rumored to be The man who burst out laughing was already in a house across the street from Leng Mansion.
There was an ordinary carriage parked outside the gate of the house. There was no emblem on the carriage, except for the horses pulling the carriage, whose fur was shiny and smooth, and they were particularly energetic.
Leng Linjiang stood beside the car and whispered to a half-hundred-year-old man: "After I leave, I will cut off contact with the mansion over there and everyone will fall silent."
Half a hundred men were dressed in a half-worn gray gown, cleanly washed, and their gray hair was tied on top with a dark yellow bamboo hairpin.
Dressed like this, he looks like a butler and a staff member.
"Don't worry, sir, I understand." Half a hundred men were extremely respectful to Leng Linjiang and helped Leng Linjiang get into the carriage.
Watching the carriage go away, half a hundred men turned around and glanced at the tall plaque.
The plaque is also half old, with a thin layer of dust stained on it, and the words "White Mansion" are written in regular black.
The wheels rumbled over the bluestone road, and the morning dew mixed with the green juice from ground grass stuck to the wheels.
The bright sunshine in the morning fell on the falling car curtains, and the interior of the car was flickering.
Leng Linjiang leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes slightly. The confession was hidden in his heart, which made his heart ache.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the sack lying on the ground, and kicked it twice.
The sack moved and made a "wuwuwu" sound.
Leng Linjiang seemed to be talking to himself, or as if he was regretting something, and murmured: "Don't think about eating and drinking. When we get there, we may not be sure whether we will survive."
The carriage was stopped when it reached the Golden Light Gate. The driver was holding a riding crop. Before he could speak, Leng Linjiang pulled back the curtain of the carriage and stuck his head out angrily.
"If you are blind, you dare to stop my car! Get away!" Leng Linjiang cursed angrily and threw a gray bag out, hitting the soldier in front of the car in the head.
The soldiers covered their foreheads with one hand and grabbed their sashes with the other. They looked at the furious Leng Linjiang, neither daring to be angry nor to speak.
He also saw the sack twisting around in the carriage, but he didn't have the courage to step forward to check it.
Early in the morning, he heard the rumors. He was dubious at first, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he believed them.
Look at Master Shaoyin’s face, his concubine must be a monkey!
The attack is quite ruthless!
Leng Linjiang was so humiliated by the soldiers that he became angry and cursed with a livid face: "What are you looking at! Why don't you get out!"
After saying that, he lowered the car curtain with a "swish".
The carriage continued to sway forward. After driving out of the city gate, the speed suddenly became very fast. As the curtains rose and fell, the sunlight that poured into the carriage became brighter and brighter, so bright that it was dazzling.
"Sir, we're here." The coachman jumped out of the carriage with a riding crop and stood beside the carriage with his hands tied.
Leng Linjiang lifted the car curtain and took a look outside.
The ten-mile long pavilion was shrouded in morning mist, looming not far away. The figures of several people in the pavilion were even more hazy, and subtle voices could be heard.
Although the sky was bright at this time, it was actually still early and there were no pedestrians or carriages on the road.
"Move it." Leng Linjiang put down the
Car curtain, whispered instructions.
The driver said yes and raised his hand to gesture in the direction of the pavilion.
When the people in the pavilion saw this scene, they untied the horses tied to the tree and led them over. A red-painted camphor wood box was hunched over the horse's back.
The box is not big, the red paint is new, and the joints of the box are sealed with wax.
Leng Linjiang got out of the car and watched as the two men untied the box and stuffed it into the car.
He walked over hesitantly, slowly opened the box and took a look. His eyes were slightly cold, showing an expression of deep disgust. He closed the lid of the box with a bang and re-sealed a layer of wax along the edge of the lid.
He rubbed his hands, thought for a moment, and then kicked the sack hard as if to vent his anger.
Then he got on his horse and rode Juechen towards Yuhua Mountain.
One of the two men who came down from the pavilion sat on the shaft of the carriage, and the other squeezed into the carriage. The coachman raised his whip and drove the carriage. The carriage jolted and they caught up.
The ghost market after dawn is not as brightly lit as the ghost market at night. It is quiet everywhere, and the few sparse lights are almost swallowed up by the darkness.
It was already a scorching summer outside, but in this huge underground cave with no end in sight, it was still cold and cold in spring, and there was no warmth at all.
People in the ghost market work at night and day, working hard at night and catching up on sleep during the day. Most of the people still walking around the ghost market at this time are Chang'an people who failed to leave the ghost market before dawn.
As long as there is dignity in a place where there are people, they will be divided into three, six or nine levels. In the ghost market, there are all shady people pretending to be gods, so naturally it is not like this.
Deep in the underground cave far away from the Ghost River, the stalactites hanging high on the cave ceiling are even more dazzling and spectacular.
Even without lighting, you can still see the neat gray tiles on the roof.
Flowers, plants and trees cannot grow in the ghost market. The only ones that can grow are clusters of moss between the rocks. The deep and shallow green inadvertently embellishes the eternal darkness.
This house is considered to be the most elaborately built in the ghost market. The walls are whitewashed, the pillars are painted with vermilion paint, and the corridors and eaves are decorated with carved beams and painted beams.
Although the people living here are as shady as others in the ghost market, they are richer.
Money can make the mill push the devil.
There was a sudden "squeak" in the silence, and three men filed out of the door, two of them carrying a twisting and struggling sack on their shoulders.
There were several circles of hemp rope as thick as a thumb wrapped around the outside of the sack, and it could be vaguely seen that there was a person inside.
The man struggled so violently in the sack that the dust in the cracks fell down.
The man who was walking in front carrying the sack was caught off guard and dropped ashes on his head. He turned around and spat: "I've been hungry for so many days and I'm still struggling. If I had known, I would have been hungry for a few more days!"
The man who was walking at the front with the knife snorted: "It's so hard to carry it all the way to the Ghost River and throw it away. If you ask me, I can just stab it with three knives and six holes. It's enough!"
The man in the sack was startled, and immediately calmed down. He didn't dare to move anymore, and just kept making pleading sounds of "wuwuwu".
The man who was walking at the end carrying the sack said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, and get to work quickly while there are few people around!"
The man who spoke last was obviously the one who called the shots among the three, and his words were extremely intimidating.
The two men in front looked at each other and walked faster towards the Ghost River.
The three people moved very lightly and were very vigilant. As they walked, they glanced around fearfully.
At this hour of the ghost market, when everyone is most sleepy, there is no one in the dark and dilapidated streets.
The sparse and weak lights stretched the three people's figures to elongated shapes, swaying constantly on the ground.
The man carrying the sack in front stumbled, turned around and cursed viciously: "If you move again, I'll kill you now!"
The man in the sack shook violently and was only quiet for a short moment before he began to struggle violently again, using all his strength to struggle.
The man in front could hardly bear it anymore and started to curse.
Come.
"Okay, stop scolding. Put him down first." The man walking at the end said.
The two put the sack on the ground. The man took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the cork with his teeth, and untied the hemp rope at the mouth of the sack, revealing the face of a young man who had been gagged.
The man sighed and muttered: "Don't blame us, this is your life."
As he spoke, he took out the sweat towel that was blocking the man's mouth. Before the man could react and close his mouth, he pinched the man's cheek, poured the medicine in the porcelain bottle, and waited for the man to swallow it. After getting down, he stuffed the sweat towel back again.
When the man heard the man's words, he was forced to swallow unknown medicine again. His eyes widened in horror and he shook his head crazily.
The man said nothing more, just shook his head, and slowly re-tied the sack tightly.
The three men carried the sacks and continued walking.
The young man in the sack didn't know whether he accepted his fate or was in despair. He lay motionless on the shoulders of the two people, as if he was resigning himself to fate.
The Ghost River flows quietly, with strange stalactites reflected on the river. The scene of sails and sails like clouds in the middle of the night has long since dissipated, and there is no boat on the river. It is quiet.
The three people found a place with deep water and high waves to stop, placed the sacks on the ground, and looked at each other.
The river is surging, and from time to time it hits the black stones and mud on the shore. The muddy soil is full of deep and shallow footprints.
The river was as dark as ink and bottomless, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth.
The three people were silent for a moment, then silently raised the sack high above their heads, and then threw it heavily into the water.
There was a muffled sound of "Plop", and waves about ten feet high arose on the river.
The young man in the sack was tied so tightly with the hemp rope that he could not struggle free. He only floated on the river for a few times with the waves, and then slowly sank into the river.
The water covered the sack, and soon it was out of sight.
The three people watched for a while by the river. When the waves on the river subsided and the sack completely sank, they looked around and left quickly.
