Assassin A

This is not the first time Fifteen celebrates New Year in northern Xinjiang.

The last time he came with Chu, the purpose was very simple, to find out if King Zhubei had any intention of supporting the army to rebel.

Fifteen found it very interesting that there were only two vassal kings in the whole country, one from the south and the other from the north. They were the two most powerful local forces that helped their ancestors conquer the world.

The Rong family in the southern region, and the Jin family in the northern Xinjiang.

Rong Min once told him, "The Li family has established itself in the country, and even if those who fought for them back then, even if they were good in every way, they couldn't be successful every day. The so-called non-my race must have a different heart. Now, if there is any movement , Look, the Xuanji Battalion has been dispatched."

At that time, he hooked Fifteen's chin frivolously, of course, in the end, he was hooked back, and they kissed each other so sticky... Cough, it's too far away.

Fifteen is also quite satisfying sometimes.As an assassin of Xuanji Camp, he knows many things that others don't, and he may be the odd number among all assassins and spies.I am not interested in the secrets of official fights, but I love the private gossip of those high-ranking officials and nobles.

For example, the unavoidable love and killing between a certain servant and a certain minister?

For example, how many angles are ambiguous among certain Jinshi of the same discipline?

But when he saw two senior members of the court who were still shy in their seventy-year-old hands touch their old hands, Shiwu couldn't calm down...

He asked Rong Min, why do these people like each other but don't say it out, or marry women when they obviously like men?

Rong Min said: "It's because they haven't thought enough, or their thoughts are too complicated. The first thing they want is fame and fortune. Those who pretend to be good brothers can consolidate their power." , Second, not being criticized by others can satisfy a selfish desire."

At that time, Shiwu was very curious: "Then why don't you use such tricks to satisfy your own selfish desires? Although I don't quite understand it, I also know that it is not good for you to bring your thoughts on me so clearly on the table."

Rong Min was so proud, he raised his chest, raised his head and stretched out his feet to touch the ground: "This is my place. I can do whatever I want, besides, there are some people who want our Rong family to be the last one, hahaha~"

Fifteen shook his head, and continued to knead the dough given to him by the chef. They were called to help prepare the necessities of the northern New Year's Eve since the 23rd of the lunar calendar - dumplings.

When he and the first day of the junior high school came last time, he had a thorough understanding of the Zhubei Palace.There is no comparison between this place and Rongmin's. Although there is no shortage of things, the food and clothing costs of the waiters are definitely several levels lower.

The weather in northern Xinjiang is cold. According to the chef's intention, more dumplings should be wrapped at a time, placed in a circle on the straw curtain and stored in a special large tank in the warehouse, covered with a cloth curtain.

"In this way, I will bring it out and cook it in the evening at thirty, so I don't have to work hard on the first and fifth day of the new year."

The master chef had a chubby face that was originally smiling, but when he saw the dough in Shiwu's hand, it suddenly changed color, "Oh, little brother, it's not kneaded like this, and it's not for making ramen, so why do we need to mix in so much dry noodles?" !"

Turning around, I saw Chu Yi, who was ordered to chop vegetables, dropped the knife and leaned against the fire leisurely, "Huh? Why don't you continue chopping stuffing!"

The first day of junior high raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that you don't have to work hard on the first day of junior high?"

Master Master: "..."

Chu Ba silently walked over and picked up two kitchen knives, Dang Dang Dang!

"Little brother, take it easy!"

In the end, the first day of junior high school assigned errands reasonably: Shiwu, who is good at ingenuity, went to chop dumpling stuffing, and Chu Ba, who was full of strength, went to knead the dough. He himself was in charge of roasting the hazel chicken he hunted two days ago as an extra meal...

For this reason, the master cried bitterly: "This is not how hazel chicken is eaten. It is the right way to make soup. It is a waste to eat it roasted!"

Hazel chicken, also known as flying dragon.The famous specialty of northern Xinjiang is offered as a tribute to the emperor every year.This thing has a nickname of "Mandarin Duck in the Forest", and it is very loyal to its partner, and it has always been a pair of haunts...

Fifteen picked up the pair and observed for a moment, "These two are male."

This time it was no more difficult than the last time he came with the first grade of junior high school.

Being incorporated into the Zhubei Prince's Barracks, and having enough time to meet colleagues, after more than a month, the three members of the Xuanji Battalion are already full of northern Xinjiang accents, and they can even speak the northern Xinjiang dialect fluently on the first and fifteenth day of junior high school .

Sometimes Fifteen mixes the accents of Southern Region, Northern Borderland, and Yuncheng together, which is weird and interesting, and it can be regarded as entertainment on this frozen soil.

He likes snow rabbit fur very much, the white and soft touch is really hard to put it down.I thought about making a pair of gloves for Rong Min, but the weather in the Southern Region... was the coldest time, I'm afraid it would cause prickly heat.

Although he came to Northern Xinjiang with an errand, for the first time Shiwu felt that practicing martial arts in the ice and snow was also a very happy thing.

When he used to run errands, his head was always empty, or in other words, numb.Go to a place, scout the terrain, prepare the guy, quench the poison, adjust the diet, and regulate the breath.

Now he is still like this, he has done everything that should be done, and he has not missed anything, and because the goal this time is to assassinate the prince in the formation, he needs to be extra cautious.And their opponent, his master Xia Mi, maybe Qiu Su will also follow?

But there is always a warm current in his heart, there are circles drawn by Rong Min on his body, and it seems that the places he has drawn are invulnerable?

For this errand, Shiwu had an inexplicable self-confidence, or a hope that he had never had before, supporting him, telling him that he would definitely win the crown prince and go to Rong Min safely.

"This trip is our final work!" Fifteen fumbled for a technique. With his right thumb and forefinger clasped in a semicircle, he could shoot three sleeve arrows with one stroke on his left arm, and with another stroke, the other three Expenditure sheath.

On the first day of the junior high school, he squinted his eyes and looked at the grass target in the distance.

He had long since discovered that Fifteen was different from before.So happy, so excited, so...can't wait.On the first day of junior high school, he lowered his eyes and caught the enthusiastic person who wanted to practice a few more times, "You are not in this state."

On the eighth day of the eighth day, it was the first time I saw the first day of the junior high school get angry, and it was also the first time I saw the first day and the fifteenth day of the junior high school fight.

Stopping the two little princes who were about to run into the yard to play with Shiwu, Chu Ba squatted down and pressed the shoulders of the two little boys: "They have something to do, so they can go in later."

Shi Zijia squinted his eyes: "Come here, take down those who are in the way!"

Shi Ziyi snorted: "It's okay, if you have the guts to stop us, why don't you ask him to come and play with you."

Eighth day: "It's a great honor to be able to play with the prince."

The two brothers looked at each other, "Come with us!"

Fifteen lowered his head to look at the padded jacket that was scratched on his chest: "You're really good at it. If the clothes are thinner, I'm afraid I'm going to die."

Holding the dagger in his backhand on the first day of the junior high school, he sneered: "Xia Mi is our master, how do you think I compare with him? Just because you are so impetuous now, if you meet him, you will die!"

"We won't fight Xia Mi head-on..." An iron olive flew past his cheek, Fifteen felt a slight chill on his face, and said angrily, "What are you doing! This is a sharp blow!"

Looking at the bloodshot scars slowly oozing from the side of his face, Chuyi asked, "Can you avoid his hidden weapon?"

What happened to this brother today?Fifteen burst into flames, put away the dagger, and moved his arms by his sides, fingertips slightly: "I don't understand why you lost your temper, but since it's serious, let's have a good time!"

In a small courtyard of Zhubei Prince's Mansion, hidden weapons suddenly flew to and fro, and black iron olives smashed into the snowdrifts, and dutifully embedded in the pillars, door frames and even window edges.

The more you fight on the fifteenth day, the more frightened you become. This is the first day of the junior high school, I have worked hard!Probing into the small leather pouch containing hidden weapons, he grabbed three of them and put them between his left fingers, jumped up from behind the cover and threw them...

He guessed the hiding place on the first day of the junior high school, but he didn't expect that the first day of the junior high school would send out both hands.

Being hit, he rolled over on the snow, Fifteen was on his back, "I lost."

On the first day of the junior high school, he squatted down silently, "I'm useless to sharpen the blade."

"It's no use for me. But, you have to tell me, what are you going to do?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he reached out and grabbed a ball of snow, as if he wanted to use the temperature to calm himself down, "I'm reminding you, don't get carried away. I know you are very happy. You can go to King Qingnan after this job is over, and you can leave Xuanji Camp, you can live the rest of your life peacefully. But! You have to go back first."

The cold snow numbs his palms, and the first day of the first day of the junior high school simply lay down side by side with the fifteenth day: "Our opponent this time is Xia Mi, who is... Master. If Chu Ba and I die, we will die. Don't think about it, you Can you die?"

Fifteen didn't even think about it: "No."

Chuyi sighed: "Yes, you can't. So, you are afraid of death. Once you feel fear in your heart, will your weapon, your hidden weapon, be as sharp as before?"

"……cannot."

"You are only half an assassin now, because you are afraid. The more timid you are, the less hope you have of surviving."

Fifteen suddenly realized something was wrong in the first sentence of the first day of the lunar new year, and raised his upper body to stare at him: "The hope of surviving? Isn't our purpose to complete the errand?"

The first day of the lunar new year smiled helplessly, and lightly swept the snow on Shiwu's hair: "Do you still remember the mission of our assassins? I thought you just wanted to live...to go back."

Fifteen felt as if his head had been hit hard by some heavy object, and the happiness that had been surrounding him, more accurately it should be called impetuousness, finally faded away.

"Remember!" She turned her face away in embarrassment: "Before, I really forgot..."

Chu Yi hugged his neck and brought him down, pressing his head against his chest, "Did it hurt just now? How many times did we have? Do you remember?"

Fifteen smiles: "You have five victories at 140, I have nine victories at 130, and twelve draws." These are the victories and losses he has accumulated for many years since he entered the camp and competed with the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school gave him a brain breakdown: "I remember it so clearly!"

Brother, don't worry, I will let you go back alive.

The two brothers reconciled as before, and Shiwu finally calmed down to get rid of distracting thoughts.

Sitting face to face cross-legged on a small heated kang, closing eyes and adjusting breath.The bottom of my heart returned to the former tranquility and numbness, and there was no shadow of Rong Min.The agility used just now in the first day of junior high school flashed through my mind again and again, those hands threw six iron olives...

Open your eyes, "The first one on your left hand is slightly off."

The first day of the junior high school also opened his eyes and smiled: "Yes, I was discovered by you."

"Xia Mi must still use the flying knife, if I use the sleeve arrow and you use the flying claw..."

"Then we should..."

Such and such, such and such.

Hidden weapons are not like other weapons, there is no mutual restraint, the same throwing knife depends on who uses it.However, those weird hidden weapons in the Xizui Building are another story.

One of their advantages is these rare gadgets, and the second...there are so many people!

At dinner time, the two brothers happily walked towards the front yard, and before they arrived, they heard the loud cries of the princes.Hurry over, all dumbfounded.

Kneeling in the snow on the eighth day of the eighth day with a bruised nose and a swollen face, a pair of young princes who cried alike, with crooked noses and mouths, shouted while punching and kicking, "You pay, you pay! Dead slaves!"

With blood on his head, Fifteen jumped up a few steps and grabbed the necks of the two little boys: "We are not slaves!"

Shi Zi A turned his head and threw himself on him, with snot and tears all over him: "My catapult was smashed by him!"

Shizi B hugged his thighs: "Fifteen, the snow rabbit you gave me was killed by his snowball!"

fifteen:"……"

He raised his forehead on the first day of junior high school, and he had a new understanding of the brute force of the eighth day of junior high school.

Yan Jincheng hurried over: "Second sons, I'll just make another catapult for you, don't make it difficult for the guards. You are so messing around, I'm afraid the prince will spank if he finds out!"

Prince B brought Snow Rabbit in his arms: "Then what about my rabbit?"

Fifteen glanced at it, picked up the rabbit's ears and shook it: "Hey, if you pretend to be dead again, peel the skin and roast it to eat."

The snow rabbit kicked its legs immediately to show its spirit.

Throwing it to Prince B: "This rabbit is good at playing dead, you can threaten it appropriately." I'm afraid it was knocked out just now...

On the eighth day of the eighth day, he didn't know what happened on the day of the fifteenth day and the first day of the first day of the new year, but even if he was careless, he also found that these two people were quite different from the past.

For example, for the early steamed buns, on the first day of the new year, they often release flying claws when people are not prepared, and grab one back with a whiff.The slight sound of the machine has not yet dissipated, and the steamed buns that are two feet away have already arrived in Chuyi's hands.

Bite down proudly, "How?"

Fifteen drank porridge silently beside him: "Isn't your claw poisoned?"

The first day I flew, I ran away...

The eighth day of the eighth day looked blankly, and the fifteenth kindly said: "He will go back to take the antidote. Hehehe, it would be good to use the antidote for dinner earlier."

Another example, when going hunting, Fifteen abandoned the zip line he was good at and used the sleeve arrow instead...

Chuba understood a little bit, they were practicing unique skills!

Okay, you practice and I practice too!

On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, I got up early and walked out of the room with a stretched waist, and a tofu-grinding disc the size of a washbasin flew towards me!

Fortunately, the two of them were fast, watching the millstone "bang" and smashed a big hole in the door behind them...

Chu Ba stood in the courtyard and scratched his head: "Yes, it's a bit heavy, and I didn't find the right, right head."

The iron olives all over the sky flew over, Chu Ba shouted and swung his arms to block, he had a big brass sleeve arrow specially made for him in his sleeve!Wahahaha~~~ I block me!

Prince A: "Huh? Why are you so full of hair on the eighth day of the lunar new year?"

Prince B: "Have you been stung by a bee?"

Shi Zijia smiled: "Where do the bees come from in the winter? Let's go, on the eighth day of the lunar new year, our catapult is ready, come and play snowball fights with us!"

When they arrived at the big courtyard where the little princes had snowball fights, the two servants with friendly smiles nodded and bowed, "Little master, I have saved the snowballs for you."

Chu Ba squinted, and suddenly his eyes were like copper bells.The snowballs were the size of a child's head, and the catapult was actually made of cast iron!

Yan Jincheng clasped his fists together, "Brother Chuba, let's try it out. I made some changes with the craftsman, added this fan-shaped slide, and added a joystick here to adjust the angle... Hey! Hero, don't run away!" ah!"

Shiwu and Chuyi squatted on the wall and touched their chins, "I said, this thing is wonderful~"

Chu nodded: "It is infinitely powerful when used on the battlefield."

Fifteen: "Northern Xinjiang produces good mines, Yan Junshi seems to be a skillful craftsman, why not ask them to make some five-edged iron olives."

On the first day of junior high school, I was in a dilemma: "The Zhubei Prince's Mansion is jingling poorly, I'm afraid we have to pay for the money ourselves."

"Is it too late to hunt some animal skins and sell them?"

"It's too late. Besides, animal skins are produced in northern Xinjiang. It's like selling fruit in the southern region. How much gold do you have left?"

Fifteen thought for a while: "28 taels."

Suddenly, another person jumped up from the wall.

King Zhubei squatted beside him like a big brown bear, his eyes shining brightly: "You are really rich at fifteen..." Gold gold! "20 taels of gold, five-edged iron olives, [-] pieces!"

Yan Jincheng rushed over at a trot: "My lord! It's a loss!"

Jin Ziyan scratched his head: "Five thousand!"

The first day and the fifteenth day put on the same dull faces: "deal."

At night, Jin Ziyan hugged his fragrant and soft wife and muttered: "The iron ore that Curry seized from the Ryu Kingdom finally came in handy. This king is smart enough to recruit some skilled craftsmen. This gold is considered a waste of money, haha Haha~”

The princess was hugged tightly by her bear-like prince, and helplessly patted that strong arm, "Yes, the prince is wise."

Fifteen looked at the purse that had lost a lot of weight, and silently calculated in his heart, how many pastries, candied fruit and dried meat...

Chu Ba understood what Brother Fifteen was thinking, and comforted him: "Don't think about it, you will scratch the wall if you think too much."