Assassin A

Although Mr. Li said that they will go to the Southern Region soon, there is still no movement for many days after the fifteenth day.This is also good, right as an unexpected holiday.

Waking up early every day to practice Kung Fu, sitting in the courtyard after breakfast, listening to the wind of flowers and birds, discerning the singing of insects and leaping fish, is a great way to cultivate alertness.

When my butt gets numb from sitting, I jump up and take a walk, or move a small stool to sew in the shade.During the period, Shiwu had the idea of ​​trying to embroider purses once, but he had no choice but to have no luxury fabrics like silk and satin, and he didn't have silk embroidery threads.

With coarse white thread?Forget it, it's not for nothing.

After eating at noon, I also want to have an ink painting for self-cultivation.It's a pity that fifteen characters can only be written in lower case, and paintings can only draw peonies. This is his mark.

He knew that names must not be written in the secret letters between them, but he still couldn't understand why Master Li would arrange a flower for each of the old men in Xuanji Camp as a representative.

26 once complained deeply because his symbol was a hydrangea.Others painted ten, but he didn't see that he could finish one!

In this regard, Shiwu also secretly envied the first day of junior high school.It’s better to use his mark—the plum blossom. I’m really in a hurry and don’t have time to draw it. It seems that I can get past it by catching a cat and making a paw print.

Such a leisurely life every day sounds good, and maybe some people like it very much, but for a professional assassin like Shiwu, it is about to fade out.The strange thing is that everyone seems to be relatively free recently.

There are always seven or eight people idle without work every day, and there are as many as 11 people one day.This is considered a miracle in Xuanji Camp, after all, everyone usually has errands one after another.

What good things can a group of assassins and spies figure out together?Therefore, the gate of the daily Xuanji camp compound was closed tightly, and occasionally the servants who passed by heard all kinds of heart-piercing shouts and killings inside, and they were all frightened.

It is said that in the middle of the night, there were watchmen who heard people inside, crying and laughing, chasing and playing...

In fact, this is nothing more than busy people looking for fun when they are too bored, although outsiders may feel horrified and sick if they see this way of having fun.

One day, the uncle in charge who was with Mr. Li led the servants to send several early spring watermelons produced in the south.

This is a rare fruit nowadays.

Watermelons are also produced in the north, but they have not yet reached the ripe season, and all the watermelons from the south are tributes. Naturally, ordinary people do not have this kind of food.

The watermelons that had been towned in the well all morning were picked up at noon, and everyone moved the small tables in the room to the yard to form a large table.

On the first day of junior high school, I took a dagger and swiped it a few times. The round watermelon was "poor" and divided into teeth and teeth. Looking from above, it looked like a big red flower in full bloom.

The assassins all praised: "Good technique!"

Nineteen was eager to try: "I'll come too, I'll come too!" Pulling out his dagger from his boot, he touched a watermelon and wanted to cut it.

Thirty'er had quick hands and quick eyes, and threw a small flying knife over, "Your broken dagger is stuffed in your boots, and the smell of your feet smells like watermelon after you cut it. It's disgusting!"

The little flying knife barely poked at Nineteen's hand, and almost nailed someone's claws to the table.

Nineteen said angrily, "My feet don't stink!"

Thirty'er sneered: "If you take it off, you can smell it first." Seeing that Nineteen was about to take off his boots, he said slowly, "Be careful of getting fainted, and when you wake up, only the skin of the watermelon will be left for you." .”

Nineteen blushed with anger: "Bastard!"

Thirty'er had already gnawed a piece of watermelon to eat, and when he heard him swearing, his cheeks bulged and his mouth pouted, and the mouthful of watermelon seeds spewed out, immediately turning Nineteen into a pockmarked face...

The fifteenth and the first day of the junior high school never liked to participate in these frolics, each squeezed two large pieces of watermelon and squatted in the shade by the wall to eat.

"It's so sweet~"

"Well, yes~"

The others also took the watermelon and stayed away from the battlefield.In this lazy afternoon, chewing sweet and juicy fruit, watching two little boys in the yard spitting watermelon seeds at each other.

"Thirty's vomit is good."

"Well, I don't know if it is replaced with a small iron pill and held in the mouth, will it become another hidden weapon?"

"That's a good idea. When you're fighting close to each other, you suddenly shoot iron pills from your mouth. It's really unexpected, and you can catch them by surprise."

"Chuqi, why don't we try it too?"

"Make."

On the first day of the fifteenth day and the first day of the new year, they jumped onto the roof and continued to squat and eat watermelons, because the open space below was already full of chaos.

The swarthy watermelon seeds shot all over the sky, although it didn't hurt to hit the body, but thinking about the "hidden weapon" mixed with someone's saliva... it's better to watch from a distance.

I finished eating the watermelon in my hand, but I still want to eat it, but I am too lazy to go down.Fifteen took out a stainless steel flying claw used for climbing walls from his back waist, raised his hand to take a look, threw it out with a "swoosh", and immediately hooked back a big watermelon.

"Hey! You two are too cunning!" Thirty'er yelled at the two people on the roof while jumping and dodging.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he picked up a piece of melon rind and threw it, hitting Thirty'er's upturned face.

After Fifteen finished cutting the watermelon, he wiped the dagger on his trousers and inserted it back into the cuff of his boot.

At first glance, the nostrils twitched: "Do you have foot odor?"

Fifteen said calmly, "No."

"Well."

In the end, among the people in Xuanji Camp, the first day and the fifteenth day ate the most, and the others were either busy playing or seriously discussing the feasibility of holding small iron pills in their mouths as hidden weapons.

Fifteen, who ate a stomach full of watermelon, smiled in satisfaction.

Too bad he laughed too early.

Master Li suddenly sent someone to recruit him.My lord went out and told him to follow and protect him in the dark.

The place to go is not far away, it is one of the most famous restaurants in the city.Fifteen changed into gray cloth clothes, with a blue turban tied on his head, hiding in the crowd as a passer-by.

When I arrived at the restaurant, my lord went into the box alone, followed by the guards in the open and two servants waiting in the hall.

Fifteen slipped into the backyard of the restaurant and came to a big jujube tree in the corner.There was no one around, and he climbed up with a light leap, halfway up, kicked on the tree trunk, and jumped onto the courtyard wall.Sprint a few steps on top of the wall and then jump, and you will reach the roof.

Come up to do some reconnaissance first, make sure there is no ambush, and then look down at the front and back yards and the neighbors on the left and right, scanning all the people within sight with one pair of eyes, occasionally pausing for a while to take a second look.When encountering passers-by A, B, B, D, who has a bad look or a mischievous look, I leave a shadow in my heart, and stare until the person's back disappears.

Fifteen people don't like to be accompanied in the dark.It's not that the work is tiring, but that there is no choice of hiding places, it all depends on where the adults are going.

It's not bad to squat on the roof, at best, it is often air raided by pigeon dung.Once Master Li went to a farmhouse in the outskirts to meet people, it was miserable, fifteen could only shrink in the pigsty.The piglets arched at his feet, the sow grunted, and the stench almost made him faint.

Therefore, it is a good job to be able to bask in the sun on the roof today.

After determining the box where Mr. Li is, he took out the iron hook and flying claw that he carried with him, and slowly hung it upside down on the roof...

Li Zan picked up the wine cup in front of him and took a sip, and when he looked up, he saw half of Shiwu's head hanging out of the window.He swallowed the drink calmly, and casually picked up the chopsticks and vegetables to eat.

Sitting opposite him was a young man dressed in brocade clothes, with a broad forehead, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.Although it seems that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, he has an attitude of calm and prestige in his actions.

"Little Huangshu, do you know that the crown prince has sent secret envoys to the Southern Region to secretly meet King Qingnan?"

"I know. And I also know the content of the negotiations between them, and who they sent. You don't have to worry about this."

The young man paused for a moment, he couldn't see his anger from his back, but he said again: "Father is very angry about the robbery of tea tax and silver. You are going south this time, I'm afraid..."

Li Zan smiled: "What are you afraid of? I was handpicked to suppress the bandits, not to trouble King Qingnan, but to help him restore peace in the fief. He has no reason not to welcome me. Of course, I am not going to destroy The crown prince will not do anything to me with the 'harmonious' relationship that the crown prince has just established with this vassal."

The young man was not in a hurry when he was blocked, he picked up the fan at hand and slowly shook it, "You think so, but others will think so if they don't see it. Suppressing bandits... I'm afraid the ones who are suppressed are official bandits."

Li Zan shook his head: "Zhong'er, you are still so reckless. Why do you need to tell what you know in your heart? What you think of, others may not think of it, and it is much better to know what you don't know than to pretend to be smart. In this regard, you are not as good as the prince. Moreover, Even if your people have checked this place, isn’t it impossible for the walls to have ears?”

The young man called Zhong'er was startled, and quickly turned his head to look out the window, but he could only see the scenery, and a flock of pigeons flew by in the distance.

Fifteen lay on the eaves.

It was just to inform the lord that he was on the roof, but who would have thought that the lord would say such a sentence suddenly, so that he would be seen by others!Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and understood his adult's bad taste.

I still remember the first time when I followed him secretly, the adult beat him off the beam with a tea bowl while he was turning around to get something, just to warn him that the toe of his boot was exposed.

Fifteen moved slowly, continued to squat on the roof, closed his eyes, and could vaguely hear intermittent conversations.Concentrate your breath, concentrate your attention, and you can also hear punches in other boxes, and some singing ditties...

For about two moments like this, a fat pigeon landed on top of his head, cooing and walking around, and pecked at his turban with its beak.

Fifteen seriously considered whether to take the pigeon back and burn it to eat at night, but the watermelon he ate before finally broke out, his abdomen was full, and he had a strong desire to urinate!

Luck, hold back!

A moment later, two more pigeons landed on his shoulders.

Disturbed by the noisy gurgling in the ears, but I heard the guests in some room pouring tea, and the faint sound of running water made Shiwu's face turn pale, and his belly felt like a big river bursting its embankment. Almost galloping out.

I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore!

The assassin who was in urgent need of water stood up gently, followed the way he came down to the top of the wall, trotted all the way to the side of the jujube tree, and finally got his wish under the shade of the tree trunk, happy!

Li Zan was leaning against the window and chatting with the people in the house, when suddenly he saw that the wall behind the tree trunk became darker, and then the dark color gradually expanded, spread, and flowed, and finally a small piece of familiar gray cloth was turned over at one corner.

This guy!Want to piss him off?

"Uncle Huang, I want to borrow a few people from you."

Li Zan lowered his eyelids, turned around and twitched his lips: "The people in Xuanji Camp are not mine, if you want to borrow their words, go discuss it with the emperor."

"Can……"

"Second Prince, whether it's Xuanji Camp or myself, I only obey... the person who sits on the throne. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

Li Zan smiled: "Very good."

After returning home, Li Zan called Shiwu over as soon as he changed his clothes.

Squinting your eyes: "You pee very refreshingly, don't you?"

"……Yes!"

Li Zan raised his eyebrows in noncommittal, turned around and sat behind the desk, picked up the scroll and read it carefully.

After a while, he suddenly said: "These watermelons were enshrined by the King of Qingnan. The crown prince sent someone to bring them to me, and he also sent something. Take a look."

Fifteen Wenyan reached out to pick up the small cloth bag that Li Zan was pointing at, and opened it layer by layer. Inside was only a plain silver hairpin with no patterns on it.Looking carefully, there is a very small and very small character on the tail of the hairpin - "eight".

Eighth day? !

Fifteen's hand holding the hairpin tightened, and put the hairpin back into the cloth bag as it was, wrapping it layer by layer.

"Ten days later, you and I will go south. For these ten days, I will help my second uncle with the new eighth day."

"Yes!"

Eighth day, dead.

The only identifiable hairpin in Xuanji Camp was placed in a hut in the compound of Xuanji Camp.There is nothing in the room except a three-story wooden frame, and ten tablets are placed on each wooden frame.

From the first day to the thirty.

There is no incense, no offerings, and there are more or less hairpins placed in front of each tablet, as many as five, as few as one.

The people in the courtyard watched Fifteen go in and come out again after a cup of hot tea, they were all silent.

Thirty'er blinked hard: "Who?"

"Eighth day."

Although the conversation between the two of them was very soft, everyone heard it and lowered their heads silently.

Fifteen walked into Chuba's room, tidied up briefly, and rolled up his things into a small bag and took them out.Someone in the courtyard had piled up firewood and poured kerosene on it.

Chu took a look at him, lit it, took the burden and threw it into the fire.

The assassins and spies scattered in the courtyard watched quietly, silently watching the flames burn up Chu Ba's relics, and then they did what they should do, but there was an extra silence.

Thirty'er coughed, and seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Chu Yi's eyes.Although they are all colleagues, Shiwu is the last person who saw Chuba. The two of them went south together, but now only one of them has come back.

This kind of suffering is incomparable to others.

At night, Shiwu gently took out the dried fruit that Chuba gave him from the cabinet.

Sitting at the table, spread it out, and stuff it into your mouth one by one.

The cheeks bulged and chewed hard.

Not long after, there was only the last piece left. Fifteen squeezed it up and looked at it carefully, then suddenly smiled.

Put it in your mouth and chew it hard, you can almost hear the sound of teeth colliding...

"very delicious!"

Fifteen's eyes are very bright.