beg for chivalry

A bucket of cold water was suddenly poured on his head.

The well water is bitingly cold, and thousands of small holes are drilled in the cheeks like thin needles, absorbing the night wind.The handle was dismantled, and the head hit the bottom of the bucket covered with wet moss.Someone kicked on the barrel, and the sound of the impact boomed in all directions, making the ears hurt.

Yan Jiubian kicked a few times, threw the iron bucket away, and kicked the man on the ground hard on the side of the head.The cotton gauze wrapped around her head was getting darker red, and Jin Wu let out a muffled snort, and opened her eyelids with difficulty.

I don't know how long he has been in a coma, but there is already a dark figure standing in the courtyard, and the copper ghost's face is glowing eerily in the moonlight.The Assassins of the Water Department perched on the eaves, surrounded by their sides, covering the sky and the earth like a curtain.

"You let Zuo Sanniang go." Yan Jiubian stepped on Jinwu's neck, looked down at him, his eyes seemed to be howling.This is not a question, but an extremely angry statement.

"How dare you...let her go!"

The soles of the boots pressed against the Adam's apple, and they stepped on it little by little, gradually suffocating the breath, and the blood poured back to the face, finally making the face no longer pale.Jin Wu pulled the toe of his boot feebly and smiled weakly:

"Should I say... I'm good, or the people in the Ministry of Water... are all cowards?"

The sharp murderous aura seemed to pass through his body in an instant. The Clothed Ghost opened his eyes angrily, and immediately kicked with all his strength in the chest.Jin Wu's expression was distorted by the pain, and he immediately fell to the ground trembling and panting slightly, the kick broke his ribs, even though he deliberately bent down and used his arms to check, he still received a solid kick.

Shui Nineteen jumped out from behind the tiled window, nodded to Yan Jiu and said, "Guardian Zuo, I have visited the nearby Jiuguo to talk, and the third lady seems to have gone to Jianshan."

"Chase!" Yan Jiubian said immediately with bloodshot eyes. "Just send two or three people there. The Wumeng has a lot of people in Tianfu. It's not a big deal to catch that little girl."

He glanced sideways at the Golden Crow, his wet black hair drooped softly, with reddish water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair, his pair of blue eyes were cloudy like a muddy pool, only barely opened a thin slit, but seemed to be silently mocking him.

Yan Jiubian turned his head and called out, "Mu Shiyi."

The female guard appeared in the dark like a mist, bowing her head to listen to the order.Although Yan Jiubian is the head of the Water Department, he has taken over Jin Wu's title in Houtianlou all these years, and Zuo Buzheng is quite fond of him, so he was able to command the Five Departments.

When he was still an assassin in the past, Jin Wu was notorious for his weird methods.Sometimes he looks like a reckless man who is disregarding his life and wealth, and sometimes he is cunning and cunning, which can surprise people with tricks.Therefore, Yan Jiubian had long been worried about him. What could an assassin who had lived in seclusion for two years do?He didn't believe that Jin Wu would recuperate obediently. If this man fell into the water, he would capsize the boat. He must be secretly planning some strange things.

"Help me to see how his injury is." Yan Jiubian pointed at Jinwu and said.

Mubu was under Zuo Sanniang's management before, after the little girl ran away, now Mu Shiyi took care of the affairs, but logically they were all lower than Yan Jiubian, so they couldn't escape Zuo's order.

The female guard nodded, and came forward to squat down to check.The Golden Crow was dying, and seemed to have passed out again, a trace of bright red blood escaped from his lips, his body was like a loose frame, loosely tied with spider silk, and could not stand the wind.

Mu Shiyi checked the pulse of the Golden Crow's wrist for a while, then moved his chin to look at the coating on his tongue for a while, stood up and said. "It hurt quite badly."

"What do you mean very heavy?" Yan Jiubian showed a little suspicious look. In the past, Jin Wu was often stabbed with a sword, but every time he was covered in red and could kill his opponent.He felt that as long as the Golden Crow had a little bit of energy left, he might be able to massacre all over the Water Department while he wasn't prepared.

"The pulse is floating and weak, and the mouth is full of raw clothes, which is the appearance of a terminal illness." Mu Shiyi said lightly, "I heard that the young master has been poisoned by one phase and one taste. In my humble opinion, even if it is the Harts Road blood that can slow down the poison, It won't last until March."

Yan Jiubian sneered, "Don't fool me, aren't you from Miss San's side? Miss San kissed the young master again, and tell me the truth about how sick he is."

Mu Shiyi didn't say a word, two assassins from Kibe came forward, they wanted to grab Jinwu's arm and lift it up, but Jinwu couldn't lift it up like mud, so he had to drag it to the stone bench to lean against.Mu Shiyi attached himself to his chest and abdomen and gently massaged, saying:

"This is the truth. The internal organs of the young master have almost turned into plasma now."

She exerted a little force, and pressed two fingers on the chest diaphragm, Jinwu suddenly struggled, and immediately panted frequently, and the panting sound was mixed with painful groans.He trembled more and more violently, dripping drops of blood slipped from his mouth and nose, and hit the blue bricks. He coughed in a low voice and then turned into unbearable whimpers. through.

Yan Jiubian grabbed his limp wrist, felt the pulse was as thin as a thread, and hot as charcoal, finally smiled and threw it back.

"Shut it up for now, and I'll interrogate him after I've finished dealing with the affairs of the Martial League."

There is a small room in the wing of Tianfu, and Jinwu was moved in by the assassins of the Ministry of Water.There are no windows inside, and it is dark, only a door leaf filled with iron, and two locks are hung.The Golden Crow was also chained to the bedpost, the chains were tied tightly, and there were circles of blood on the wrists.Every day, several dark guards would take turns to check on him, and if he was unconscious, he would leave quietly, and when he woke up, he would pour a bowl of bitter medicinal soup.

Although he was still alive with a trace of breath, his health was getting worse and worse.Wu Wugong sought Yan Jiubian time and time again to talk, so Yan Jiubian had to spare some time to see when Jinwu would wake up, the sick man often just entered the courtyard with his front foot, stepped into the room with his back foot and passed out again go.Yan Jiubian managed to catch his chance of waking up, but it was a pity that Jinwu was dizzy, like talking in his sleep, his voice was as thin as a gnat, after a little tossing and turning, he became sicker and worse, sleeping for three to five days without waking up.

Yan Jiubian got bored after several discussions, and was too busy with the matter at hand, so he gradually forgot to interrogate Jinwu carefully, and left it in the room.

But to his surprise, what worries him recently is not how to order the Ministry of Water, nor how to laugh in front of the leader of the Martial League, but—an ugly maid came to the mansion.

The girl met on the day of the marriage invitation meeting, and said that she was a servant working in the Jin Mansion, and she was pestering Yan Jiubian in every possible way.Yan Jiubian originally wanted to secretly send assassins to kill her, but he learned that she had gone to a relative meeting, and everyone who attended the meeting had recorded their names and received a number plate at the Wumeng.This was under Wu Wugong's nose, if someone disappeared instantly, he would startle the snake, so he didn't dare to attack Wang Xiaoyuan.

Waking up early in the morning, Yan Jiubian saw an ugly figure wandering around in the courtyard at a glance.

The girl named Jin Xiaoyuan changed into a paddy field dress, but she was still very weird, her whole face was like a dyeing workshop opened, colorful and colorful, I couldn't bear to see it.It is said that he is carrying water and chopping firewood, but he is still diligent, but he always likes to wander off, put on airs, and secretly take a few breaths with his knees crossed from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Yan Jiubian asked in a deep voice.

Wang Xiaoyuan smiled and twisted Wanfu for him, like twisting his buttocks, which made Yan Jiubian goosebumps all over his stomach.

"Here, the firewood for today is ready. Sanniang is not here now, or I will go to your room to wait on you tomorrow, comb your hair and wash your face." He said, turning his eyes to his face, " How do you feel about the makeup?"

Smudged like a monster.

Yan Jiubian didn't say anything, every time he saw Wang Xiaoyuan's colorful face flashing in front of his eyes, he felt that the ghosts and monsters in the underworld were nothing more than that.

Wang Xiaoyuan was never discouraged.He is going to be in the ring in [-] days, now besides practicing knives, he is focusing on how to apply makeup and makeup every day, trying to look like a lovely woman as soon as possible.

He watched Yan Jiubian enter the hall, and stood there blankly for a while.Wang Xiaoyuan always felt that since he came to Tianfu, his young master was very weird, not only didn't beat and scold him like before, but also seemed to deliberately avoid him.

"Don't walk around carelessly, do you understand?" Wu Wugong asked him for something again, Yan Jiubian told Wang Xiaoyuan in a cold tone when he was about to leave the house.

"Master, my two legs like to dangle, sometimes slipping on tiles or stepping on something, there is nothing I can do about it." Wang Xiaoyuan said.

Yan Jiubian only remembered that Jin Wu was a very cold and distant person, so he said in a flat tone, "This mansion was gifted by the leader of the Martial League. You must not dirty the courtyard, and take some money to go out and wander around on weekdays."

Faint shadows lay on the eaves, and the assassins of the Water Department hid in the shadows like magpies, watching their every move.In fact, it doesn't matter if you leave this ugly maid here, because if Wang Xiaoyuan does anything out of the ordinary, the assassins will kill him.

Wang Xiaoyuan responded repeatedly, and Yan Jiubian took some broken silver from his sleeve pocket and stuffed it into his hand.Wang Xiaoyuan weighed it, but suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said plaintively.

"Very few."

"Small?" Yan Jiubian was dumbfounded. He thought that he had just given half of the monthly allowance, which was generous enough, but he didn't expect that this ugly maid was actually a skinny and greedy one.

"Master, you were not so stingy in the past." Wang Xiaoyuan frowned and said, "When did you throw a money bag at my face, and the money poured down so much that I couldn't hold it in both hands?" He looked at the few pieces of silver, Sighing, "You used to have a lot of money. If you have enough money, I can bear my temper, but now it's really sour and mean. I even have to pick the meat off the egret's legs."

Yan Jiubian was speechless, took out the purse out of nowhere, hesitated for a while, and threw the purse over.

The ugly maid took it, and immediately smiled, and lowered her eyebrows like a Pekingese dog, "Hey, that's right. Don't ask me to call you young master, I can call you uncle."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the money bag into his bosom, and greeted him respectfully to the door.The more Yan Jiubian thought about it, the more he didn't feel right. Is Jin Wu really so generous in the past, or is this ugly girl cheating her own money? She was about to ask a question, but at this moment she heard the exaggerated gasp of the person beside her.

Wang Xiaoyuan stared at Yan Jiubian's face, his eyes were as sharp as knives at some point, as if shining brightly.

His voice suddenly became cold, and he asked earnestly:

"Master, don't you have scars around your eyes?"

"...that scar, where is it now?"