Assassin A

The world is divided into three parts, and the country is in the middle of the country, with a vast territory, rich and powerful.

In the north is the Ryukyu Kingdom, the Gobi Grassland. Although it is in a bitter cold place, there are strong soldiers and horses, and there are many famous generals.

In the south is Xun Kingdom, where the people like to be at ease, and its richness makes people salivate, but there is a distant swamp between them.

Since the civil war was pacified in Yangguo, the Li family has worked hard to govern the country. The southern and northern borders each have a vassal king with a foreign surname to guard one side. Such a foundation of more than a hundred years has created today's prosperity.

Southern Region, autumn.

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the bright sunshine shines on the hilly tea gardens that stretch for hundreds of miles.This is the perfect time for autumn outings, and there are groups of tourists scattered on the tea-picking trail.

The autumn tea harvest has just passed, and many tea farmers are looking up while keeping their heads down.Many of the visitors were gorgeously dressed, and they seemed to be the children of rich and noble families on a trip, probably because they were tired of the nightly entertainment and singing in the city, right?

This is the answer: "Thousands of peaks are waiting for guests, and fragrant tea will grow again. Picking knows the depths, and the haze is envious of walking alone." Jinger.

A young tea farmer leaned on a hoe to rest, and wiped his sweat with a cloth towel around his neck.The weather in the southern region is hot, even in autumn, at noon, it is still unbearably hot under the scorching sun.

The little tea farmer was bending over to take a pitcher and drank heavily, when suddenly a young man dressed as a guard asked, "Is there a wine shop nearby?"

"Uh..." The tea farmer choked, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice, tilted his head and saw three young men in fine clothes standing behind the guard, and replied respectfully: "If you want to eat, you have to go down the mountain." Yes, there are farmhouses on the mountain.”

The guard frowned and looked haughty, "Isn't there no food and drink in the farmhouse?"

The tea farmer scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sometimes it's just plain food, I'm afraid..."

A handsome young man diagonally behind smiled and said: "Very good! We just want to eat this, brother, do you know whose house is the cleanest and brightest?"

This little tea farmer usually faces the soil and his back to the sky. Where has he seen such a beautiful young man?I was a little stunned for a while, and said stupidly: "Go straight along this road, about three miles is Anjia Village. There is a scholar in the village..."

The handsome young man didn't wait for him to finish, he turned his head to another young man and said, "Shaoyuan, let's go to Anjia Village, the scholar's family who wants to escape from the world in this small village should also have some fun."

There was a frivolous joke in his tone, "It's also interesting to hear some sour words from their countrymen."

The little tea farmer lowered his head and quickly glared at the young man who was speaking, but remained silent.Silently waiting for the person to go away, he picked up the hoe and continued to work.

After a while, the haughty guard came back and handed him a handful of copper coins, "Mr. Lin must be disrespectful to the village gentleman, so don't think too much about it."

The little tea farmer looked at the money in his hand, blushed, and muttered, "Mr. is a good man."

The guard smiled, seeming to like his naive look, "Well, my master knows it well. Don't worry, you won't be treated lightly when you go to the scholar's house." After saying that, he cupped his hands, and the word "farewell" hadn't been said yet. Not far from the exit, Mr. Lin screamed: "There are assassins!"

The guard's expression froze, and he leaped up a few times, and instantly returned to his master's side like a flying willow leaf.At this time, quite a few youths with long swords came rushing up from the side, roughly a dozen or so, all of them were guards on the periphery.Some dressed as civilians, some looked like tourists, all kinds of people immediately fought with the attackers.

The people who were protected in the middle didn't panic at all, they just gave orders in a low voice.

The attackers were also quite capable, all masked and silent, fighting hard blindly.The guard protected his master several times and failed to break through. Only then did he realize with horror that the opponent seemed to be fighting recklessly, but in fact kept changing formations. I'm afraid it was not as simple as an ordinary assassin.

"Master! Withdraw!"

Pulling a young man in blue shirt with one hand, he was about to jump out of the crowd, when a cold arrow flew out diagonally from behind, its strength was so great that it pierced through the guard's shoulder and knocked him into the air.

After landing and rolling for a few weeks, the guard immediately jumped up and continued to kill the enemy, completely ignoring the arrow on his shoulder.

He's already red-eyed.Just now, this area was self-defeating, so the master put the order, and shouted: "Kill!" A sword pierced an assassin's chest, and then raised his eyes, his soul flew away.

The owner was stabbed in the back, and blood dripped everywhere under the scorching sun.

Just when he was full of anger, he saw that the knife came again and took the master's neck.The guard dropped his long sword and flew straight towards the person who drew the sword, disregarding his own life and death, without a weapon, fighting with his bare hands, he was already like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He turned sideways to avoid the oncoming dagger, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his ribs, and was kicked away from the side.Holding the arrow on the shoulder with one hand in the air, gritted his teeth and pulled it out violently, and projected it when he was about to hit the ground. He didn't want to raise his hand just now, and a throwing knife flew across the sky, piercing straight into his stomach...

The guard stood stiff for a while, then fell back straight, holding a bloody arrow in his hand.But in the end, he saw a young man in white shirt, holding a long sword, rushing into the formation like a heavenly soldier.

"My lord...to protect my lord..."

The guard yelled out the last sentence with difficulty, but the voice sounded like a gnat to outsiders, and his breath was like a gossamer.

A pair of hands stretched out from behind the tea tree, wrapped them around his armpits, and dragged slowly until his figure disappeared behind the tea bushes.

The little tea farmer squatted beside the guard with his eyes closed, frowning with his chin in one hand, "Brother? Brother? Do you have any medicine? I'll help you get some."

"Protect the prince..."

The little tea farmer sighed, and carefully looked around.The man in white afterwards was really brave, and wherever Jianfeng went, there was blood.

"Alas~ I have taken your money, and I really have to pay it back." The little tea farmer muttered and untied the belts of the two of them, and tied them to their backs with great strength. quietly slipped away.

From a distance, looking back, the white clothes were flying, and the assassins were like gourds falling to the ground, rolling away one after another.

Very heavy.

It is said that a drunk person is dead, and this seriously injured person is also dead.

The small tea farmer kept a sneaky eye and made a detour before going back to his home.Who knows if there is an ambush on the road?There is always nothing wrong with taking these trails that tea farmers only know.

The wound on the guard's shoulder was the heaviest.The one on the belly was scary at first glance, but when he went to untie his belt, he realized that the throwing knife had lost its force when it was thrown, and it barely penetrated half of the tip of the knife, and there was not much blood when it was pulled out, so it should be fine.

There is a warm and fishy liquid flowing down the neck, which is probably the shoulder wound.

The little tea farmer tilted his head to look at the guard leaning over his shoulder, and thought: This man is really desperate.The arrow still tightly held in his hand still has a little flesh and blood hanging on it, so he just pulled it out in a daze?Even if it is good, I am afraid it will be abolished, right?Pitiful.

After such a bumpy journey, he finally returned to his small courtyard, but he was stunned.

Chickens fly and dogs jump, blood is everywhere, two long swords are placed on the neck, "Who are you!"

The little tea farmer wanted to cry, "This is my home, you, who are you?"

Suddenly the door was kicked open with a bang, and a handsome young man rushed out with a basin of blood in his hand. He was stunned when he saw the situation in the courtyard, "Why are you? Close the door!"

Squatting at the door of the room, arms wrapped around knees.

This group of people is the attacked tourists I met on the tea mountain just now, who knows that they are really destined.This group of people fought all the way and retreated all the way. With the help of the men in white, they quickly defeated the assassins, but they came to his house by accident.

Maybe because his home is far away from the village, there is a small courtyard hidden on the hillside alone, and there is no one at home, so they were temporarily requisitioned to use it?

Just now, the elder brother of the guard kept shouting "protect the prince" in a dazed state. There is only one prince in the Southern Region——King Qingnan...

The little tea farmer sat down on the ground.He turned his head and stared blankly at the door panel for a while, scratched his temple hair, raised his legs and ran to the kitchen to cook porridge, and made another side dish or two.

Eat first by yourself, and then talk when you are full, biting the remaining dry food at home.After a while, this group of people is bound to make trouble for their master and son. If they don't eat now, they are afraid that they will have nothing to eat.

Sure enough, the tea farmers are outstanding.

When he was belching and cleaning the porridge bowls and dishes, an attendant rushed in, "Cook some porridge and stew chicken soup for my grandfather to eat."

"Chicken, chicken soup..." The little tea farmer lowered his head, "Got it."

Although King Qingnan was stabbed in the back, it was only a flesh wound, and it was lucky that he didn't cut to the bones.

Now she has shed her clothes and is taken care of by the two sons.

Mr. Lin destroyed his middle coat and tore it into cloth strips to bind his wound tightly. He wore a thin silk gown loosely on his body, and his hair was messed up. He held a wet towel in his hand and carefully wiped the blood on the prince's body.

Another young man called Mr. Xu had red eyes, and he took King Qingnan's hand and said in a fluttering voice, "The prince who is so dangerous is safe and sound, which shows that he is very lucky. I still have lingering fears when I think about the situation just now."

King Qingnan was the young man in the blue shirt who was dragged by the guards and tried to jump out of the crowd. Among the people in the room, he was the only one who was assassinated to remain calm. Whoever stays behind, whoever is so and so, remains unchanged.

Looking at him again, he has a handsome face, a face with sharp edges and corners like a knife with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he has a certain flair, but when he looks at him again after a while, he is holding back his anger and his eyes are slightly picky.

Those who are familiar with him must know that he is really angry.

Mr. Xu was still humming, but Mr. Lin took his own initiative and dismissed the guards in the room.

He won't ask about important matters, the prince's temper doesn't allow others to intervene.but little things...

"My lord, I ordered this farmer to cook some chicken soup, can you lie down and rest first?"

King Qingnan smiled, "Why lie down? It's on my back."

Mr. Lin blushed, and without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to pull over the bedding of the small tea farmer's house, rummaged through it carefully and found it useless, "It's too dirty."

Mr. Xu immediately jumped up and took off his outer shirt, took off his middle coat and put it on the pillow.

Mr. Lin gently supported King Qingnan to lie on his side, "I can't be particular about it now, my lord may just lie down first."

King Qingnan was indeed a little tired, he hooked his belt on the bed, and brought him closer, "Meng Qing, talk to me."

It can be seen that a friend in need sees the truth.

Lin Mengqing blushed, cherishing the rare gentleness of this prince who usually has an unpredictable temper. Just when she was about to put her butt down on the bed in shyness, she suddenly heard someone crying under the window and muttering What.

King Qingnan frowned, "Who!"

Unexpectedly, the person under the window didn't hear it, but the crying became louder, and even the inside of the room could clearly hear what he was muttering.

"Wooooow, my poor Huahuaer! You are about to turn into chicken soup~~you go, who calls me to get up every morning? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

People cry, chickens crow, and guards roar.

"Don't cry! I disturbed the prince's rest, I will cut off your head!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

King Qingnan laughed upon hearing this, patted Lin Mengqing's hand and said, "This man is interesting, let me have a look."

Coarse cloth clothes, hairy head and a big rooster.

People cry when the pear blossoms bring rain, and small tea farmers cry when the typhoon passes by, with snot and tears streaming down their noses.

"You chicken king doesn't eat for nothing, how about buying it for five taels of silver?"

Hiccupping, the little tea farmer wiped away his tears with his sleeve, blinking and blinking at the distinguished man lying on the bed, "Five taels is enough to buy a lot of flowers, and I only need two hundred dollars."

King Qingnan nodded, "It's good not to be greedy. Give him two hundred coins."

The people who came out of the palace searched their bodies, and the smallest one was a small silver barley of one tael of silver.

The little tea farmer took it, frowned and thought for a while, "It's too much. Then I'll kill Huahua'er's wife for you to eat."

Mr. Xu trembled, "What are you talking about! It's so shocking. A hen is a hen, what kind of wife! Do you think we want to eat people?"

The young master still wanted to reprimand him, but when King Qingnan raised his hand, his voice immediately fell silent.

"What's your name?"

The little tea farmer scratched his head: "An Daniu."

The prince waved his hand again, "Go down."

Daniu went out with the big rooster in his arms, and Lin Mengqing also got up and followed, "I'm going to make soup, country people, you don't do anything clean."

"Go to Xitang, you stay with me." King Qingnan pointed at him casually, and Mr. Xu immediately retreated to wash his hands and make soup.

"My lord, your injury..."

The people in the room were half pushing and half going.

"What's this little injury? The assassin came suddenly today, and I didn't bring a hand-held weapon. I was careless. I let them injure flesh and blood. When the king of Japan takes the main criminal, he will definitely be killed." cut."

The ruthless prince didn't delay the son who doted on him at all, and within a short while the room was full of joy.

But today, King Qingnan was doomed not to be happy.Only then did he peel off the coat of the handsome young man in his arms, and before he could make a move, the door opened again...

"My lord is very idle."

A young man in white shirt stood at the door with a smile. The sunlight outside the door slanted on his face, which made Lin Mengqing look pale.

King Qingnan also saw someone ordering dishes, so try another reckless guard to disturb him?Don't kill your nine clans?

But beautiful people always have privileges in front of him.Ask Lin Mengqing to sit up and hold her fists together, "Thank you for the hero's help just now, please ask your name."

The young man cupped his hands in salute, and smiled freely: "I'm sinking Shen Yufeng."