[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

The surroundings of the teahouse were crowded with spectators, pointing their fingers and giving different opinions. In sharp contrast to the itinerary, it was the scene inside the teahouse at this time.

Originally, the Baijia teahouse was located on the most prosperous street in Yaoguang. Besides the local people, there were also some bearded businessmen from the Western Regions.

Since the Baijia teahouse moved here from the west of the city, its business has been booming, and the daily income is at least 50 taels of silver. Many local businessmen are jealous of the business of this teahouse, and they hesitate to take revenge on the shop owner. Well, this is a good move, if they don't need to take action, people will naturally make trouble.

As soon as Bai Zhi went downstairs in the plain cloak, the man with the power of the day greeted him. Bai Zhi smiled and said seriously: "My lord, if you want to refund the tea money, please come with me...."

"Who are you white-faced man? I'll find your boss and ask your boss to come out to see me!" The man with the power that day interrupted Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhidan nodded slightly, with a calm and elegant face, "I am the owner of the teahouse."

That man's eyes widened instantly. The white-faced and beardless man in front of him is the owner of the teahouse?Don't be kidding, this man looks about 20 years old, how can he open such a large-scale teahouse?

The people around couldn't help but sigh, such an elegant and elegant young man would actually be a businessman with the smell of copper, what a downfall....

"Now that I know that my elder brother is the owner of this teahouse, now you only need to refund the tea money, and you can lose all the money for the three teacups, one chair and half a pot of tea you just broke, Let me do the math, it probably adds up to ten taels of silver, how do you plan to compensate my elder brother for this money?"

Han Dongli slowly walked down the stairs holding an abacus, with a sly smile on his lips.

Bai Zhi frowned deeply, and pulled Han Dongli over, pushing him behind his back, "My younger brother is young and ignorant, and I still hope you will forgive me. I'll go to the cashier to get the silver for you."

Han Dongli was taken aback for a moment, his eyes swept across the face of the right man, as if he was confused about something. "Brother, why do you want to pay for this black coal ball? Our teahouse is a small business, and this person is clearly here to make trouble..."

Han Dongli's pupils shrank, only to see that Tianquan's face darkened and his face showed sullenness. Han Dongli originally thought that his words had worked, and was about to go to ask Baizhi to ask for credit. At this moment, That day, the man with authority suddenly raised his fist and punched him hard in the face.

Han Dongli's eyes flickered and his eyebrows trembled slightly.

Damn, what kind of surprise attack is this guy doing? His little heart can't take it anymore!

Bai Zhi heard the people around him exclaim, turned around slowly, and when he saw the man's fist was about to hit Han Dongli's face, a look of pity flashed across his black eyes, Knowing that it was too late to rush over at this moment, he quickly shouted: "Stop!"

I saw a white dress hanging down from the clouds on the second floor, and the bone mountain in his hand flashed past with a "chuckle", drawing a silver light in the air, pointing directly at the throat of the right merchant.

With a sound of "Zi--", the sharp bone fan cut a wound as thin as a hair on his neck in an instant, and then the sharp blade of the bone fan pierced the flesh, and there was a sound of the flesh being ripped apart.

Although the stroke was not deep, it was deadly enough.

"Killed, killed! Someone died in the Baijia Tavern!"

There was chaos in the teahouse.

Han Dongli frowned calmly, and before he had time to react, Bai Zhi grabbed his hand. "Xiao Li, come with me, our identities have been exposed."

Identity, what identity?

Before Han Dongli could react, his other hand was pulled suddenly. Looking back, it was the man in white who had helped him temporarily.

The man in white took off half of his silver mask, revealing a plump and handsome face like jade. The hand that was tightly clamping him was suddenly released, and he stroked Han Dongli's cheek.

"A Li, you're back."

On a high platform built of red pillars and bluestones in the depths of Yuqionghua, the king in a purple robe sat on the ground, staring at the memorials on the table, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were subconsciously stained with a thin layer of red. anger.

Xiaopang hugged a thin quilt, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the study, and saw his majesty looking coldly in front of him, frowning and reviewing the memorial. "Your Majesty, Zhang Huatai is full of dew late at night, are you sure you don't want to go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation tonight?"

After considering the pros and cons in his mind, Xiaopang couldn't help but ask.

Zhiming shook his head without thinking, stretched out his index finger with well-knit knuckles, and pointed to the hill-like memorials on his right body, "I still have so many memorials to review tonight, why don't you come and review them for me, I'll go back to sleep alright."

As Zhi Ming spoke, a slight smile suddenly rose from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Pang was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little confused by his Majesty's sudden smile.

Putting five fingers together, they bent towards the chubby who was stagnating in place. "Come here, grind ink for me."

Xiaopang responded, and hurried over, holding the ink platform with his left hand, and holding the best square ink stick that the Western Regions paid tribute to this year in his right hand, and evenly circled it in the ink plate.

"King Xunsu doesn't want to be my subject of heavenly power. He even insulted me in the letter as a treacherous villain, saying that Ah Li's sincerity was completely wrongly paid to me." His chubby hand that rubbed ink paused slightly.

"Your Majesty, Little Fatty heard that when Lord Murong was staying at the residence, Yu Xiao, the owner of the country, once expressed his heart to Lord Murong, but he was mercilessly rejected by Lord Murong. This shows..."

"What do you mean?" Zhi Ming squinted at Xiaopang, his voice was slightly anxious.

"It means that the Lord Murong still had His Majesty in his heart at that time." Xiaopang frowned, and said this quickly. In fact, he hated himself a little bit ago for shaking this matter with his Majesty at this juncture. Falling out, isn't this adding fuel to the fire?

Zhi Ming heard the words, but there was a rare smile on the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that the former Ah Li had such a past with Yu Xiao. Does that mean that Ah Li still had him in his heart at that time?

Pulling out a piece of pale yellow letter paper, Zhi Ming picked up the pen quietly, the corners of his eyes gleamed with a cold light, and the chubby who was rubbing ink beside him felt a chill down his spine.

Xiaopang didn't know how to react for a moment, but continued to rub the ink with his head down and pleasing to the eye, while the calm and majestic king with a serious smile wrote a series of neat and elegant scripts on the pale yellow letter paper.

Signed: Xunsu.

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