bright moon goes west

Chapter 53 Long-planned
Outside the courtyard, the river is surging, with dense reeds on both sides, and a fishing boat floats on the river, swinging leisurely on the water.Ju Xuan's heart sank: Where is the master, where did she go? !Could it be... A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from Ju Xuan's back, and his whole heart was in his throat.

The situation was critical last night, and the sound of footsteps downstairs gradually approached.Ju Xuan made a decisive decision and stayed behind. As for the master, she was pushed into the closet at a critical moment. The closet in the room was connected to the secret passage in the other bedroom. When Ju Xuan and the killer in black were fighting, the time was enough for the master to escape, but Why, the master who should also appear in this small courtyard is nowhere to be seen?
Ju Xuan walked down the river in a top-heavy manner.The black-covered boat floated over on the river, and the boatman asked in a local accent, "Miss, are you taking a boat?" Ju Xuan's hairs suddenly rose, she narrowed her eyes, and said sweetly to the boatman : "Uncle, yes, I want to go to the other side of the river."

The boat staggered to the river's edge, and Ju Xuan jumped on board.With the long pole in the hands of the boatman, the black-covered boat swings leisurely towards the surface of the water.Ju Xuan stabilized his figure and said in a proficient dialect: "Uncle has been sailing for several years, do you know the family just now?"

The uncle grinned honestly, showing his white teeth.

Ju Xuan's hair stood on end, and she retreated sharply. Suddenly, the boatman raised his gun, and she just slipped into the cabin. "Boom——" a gunshot was heard, followed by a "plop——" a sound of falling into the water, Ju Xuan was holding a heart that hadn't let go, and the cold metal texture touched her temple...

The silk of the clear wind blows to the courtyard, shaking the spring like a thread.Pause for a while to sort out the flower tins, but don't think that Linghua steals half of people's face, and the colorful clouds are swaying.How can I show my whole body in Buxianggui.

You Dao Cuisheng gives birth to falling skirts and shirts, and brilliant crystal flower hairpins and eight treasures.Can you tell that my life's hobby is nature? No one sees the benefits of just three springs. If you don't watch out for fish and wild geese and birds to make noise, you will be afraid of shy flowers, closed moon flowers and trembling.Gallery gold dust half sporadic.The moss in the pool hall is green.Stepping on the grass is afraid of mud and new embroidered socks, cherishing the flowers hurts the little golden bell.If you don't go to the garden, how do you know what spring looks like?
The actors on the stage were singing "Drunk Helping Return". The women in costumes stretched their sleeves and walked gracefully. The soft and melodious singing made the guests under the stage fascinated.

"Bang bang bang——" several gunshots were fired in succession, and there was a sudden scream in the theater. Countless guests rushed towards the exit. There was a bustling flow of people, screams, cursing, and crying, and the tables and chairs were scattered all over the place. Knocked to the ground.

Heng'e put away the gun in her sleeve, how surprised she was when she received the letter, and how desperate she is now.Sure enough...it was just a scam.

Heng'e closed the door of the box on the second floor, pulled down the brim of her peaked cap, and hurried downstairs, just like those people who were fleeing in panic.And in the door she closed, there were three corpses of a woman, two men.

There was a car parked on the street, and when he saw Heng'e coming out, he immediately opened the car door: "Miss, where are you going now?" Huang Zhong himself waited in the car to meet him.

"Go to Luomei Temple." Heng'e's voice was as cold as ice, these people dared to lie to her with Jin Run, she must make them pay the price!

Heng'e and Huang Zhong walked up the mountain along the path. In an abandoned courtyard, seven or eight burly men were guarding the courtyard. The open space was piled up with all kinds of lethal weapons, including Hanyang-made rifles, Deggarev light machine guns, There are also Maxim machine guns, and there are three large boxes filled with various guns.

In the middle of the yard, two burly men are pressing down on a 40-year-old bhikkhuni. This nun is dressed in a washed-white monk's robe, and her delicate features reveal a kind of holy and compassionate charm. Good impression.

Hearing someone knock on the door, one of the big men held a revolver against the crack of the door and asked, "Who?!" Huang Zhong coughed in a low voice, "It's a gamble!"

The courtyard door swung open, and Huang Zhong and Heng'e walked in.The big men put down the guns in their hands, and the leader of the team walked out of the room: "Boss Huang."

Huang Zhong waved his hand and introduced the woman beside him: "This is my niece, she came to join me." He said and led Hang'e into the main room.

Qiao San wiped the two chairs in the hall with his sleeves, and secretly looked at the girl following Huang Zhong out of the corner of his eyes. The girl looked young, wearing a plaid shirt, a vest of the same color, and a veil of the same color. She wore a black knee-length windbreaker, neat trousers and military boots on her feet, sunglasses on her face, and her shiny black hair was hidden in a peaked cap, wrapping herself tightly.But the half of the girl's chin is as white as jade, as if it has a soft light, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.Although he was very curious about Boss Huang's niece, Qiao San didn't dare to look too much, and respectfully invited the two to sit down and report to Huang Zhong the news he had found out in the past few days.

"Boss, the people who attacked us last night were members of the Green Gang. I don't know which bastard leaked the news. Now everyone on the road knows that we are secretly funding Hongmen. Feng Xiao issued a death order. Who can take it?" Your head will reward you with a hundred thousand oceans."

When Huang Zhong heard this, a cold and creepy smile appeared on his resolute face: "Did the Tsingyi Club make a move?"

Qiao San was terrified by his smile, and quickly lowered his head: "Just at five o'clock this morning, all the forces of the Qing Gang in Suzhou City were taken away by Hongmen."

Huang Zhong slammed the table down fiercely, the ruthlessness in his brows and eyes went against his elegant demeanor: "Since Tsingyi Club is so useless, if you ask someone to tell you who can kill Feng Xiao, I will not only A reward of 20 oceans, and an extra dyeing workshop."

"Boss is so generous!" Qiao San was startled, but his face was full, and he gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Huang Zhong ignored his flattery, and told Qiao San: "Go and bring me in."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Qiao San answered "Yes", he waved his hand towards the outside of the courtyard, and immediately two big men came in pressing the bhikkhuni.

The female nun was pinned to the ground, and one of the big men kicked her viciously before removing the veil from her mouth.

The nun immediately shouted: "In broad daylight, if you kidnap a monk, aren't you afraid of falling into Avici Hell after death?"

Qiao San had a wicked smile on his face when he heard this, and said viciously: "Shanmao, teach this thief nun how to behave."

"Yes, boss!" The big man in white gloves took out a knife from his body, his cold face looked very fierce: "It's good to be a monk, I like to make monks the most." He said and held the nun roughly His wrist, the tip of the knife was picked down along the blue tendons.

The nun struggled with all her strength but was no match for the strength of the big man, and let out a scream of "ah--".The blood splattered, but the big man was unmoved. He showed a flattering smile to Huang Zhong and Qiao San: "Boss, your skinning skills are very good. Do you want to let the lady avoid it?"

Hearing this, the nun rolled her eyes in fright, and completely fainted.

Immediately, a big man splashed her head with a basin of cold water to wake her up. The nun screamed and struggled violently...

Two big men held her down, and another big man pulled out a sharp dagger. The cold blade sliced ​​along the clothes on the nun's back, cutting into the flesh...

The nun screamed in pain, and suddenly raised her head, but her eyes full of pain and hatred did not look at Huang Zhong, but the woman sitting under Huang Zhong's head, her lips squirmed, and tremblingly said a word Lai: "The river has a sound, and the broken bank is thousands of feet away. The mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and the rocks come out. Once the geometry of the sun and the moon, but the rivers and mountains can never be recognizable."

As soon as the nun's words fell, Heng'e stood up from the chair in a loss of composure almost at the same time, and even staggered a bit. Her heart was shaking violently, her ears were buzzing, and she could hardly hear her own voice: "What are you talking about! What are you talking about?" say what!"

The nun changed her panic and fear just now, with a teary face on her face, and a look of contempt in her eyes that was completely different from her fragile expression: "Miss, why bother to ask questions knowingly, I am afraid that only you can understand You!"

Hang'e's body softened, and she fell down on the chair. Huang Zhong looked at her worriedly, but Hang'e just waved her hand, as if she had been drained of strength from her whole body. : "Let him go." At this moment, the overwhelming desperation made her nearly die.

Qiao San glanced at Huang Zhong suspiciously, Huang Zhong just waved his hand: "Take him down, and you go down too."

Qiao San led his men out, and closed the door winkingly.The light in the room was not turned on, and the light dimmed instantly. Heng'e stroked her forehead with her hand, her dark and thick eyelashes drooped down, casting a small fan-shaped shadow on her jade-like face, which perfectly covered the fragility in her eyes, The affection in the past slipped through her fingers like running water, no matter how hard she was to let go, it was all in vain.

After about 2 minutes, 10 minutes, or maybe a century, Heng'e wiped off the last touch of weak emotions, and the eyes that fell on Huang Zhong were not angry and pretentious: "Uncle Huang, did you already know It's over..." There was a hint of self-mockery in her voice, she didn't know whether she was laughing at her naive obsession or the cruelty of the impermanence of the world.

"Miss forgive me." Huang Zhong bowed down to admit his mistake very calmly, and he didn't expect to hide this trick from the eldest lady.

"You're not wrong, I'm too emotional." Hang'e pulled her lips weakly, her eyes full of starlight dimmed and shattered into ice shards: "It's my wishful thinking, she is no longer the old brocade. Run, I, I am not the old me..."

Huang Zhong watched Heng'e grow up, couldn't bear to see her so sad, and interrupted her regardless of the difference between master and servant: "Miss! I said something inappropriate, Miss Jin can't blame you, you are not wrong. The root cause, It's just that you have a different stand than her."

Heng'e knew that Huang Zhong's words were just to ease her heart. The distance between them, what is their position, it was clearly a human life, his life!The knuckles of Heng'e's fingers turned white, and there was a tingling pain in her heart, like a needle prick.