beg for chivalry

Yan Jiubian's eyes dimmed.

Wang Xiaoyuan was still staring at him, his sharp gaze seemed to pierce into the flesh, leaving a mark.

After a long time, Yan Jiubian smiled slightly. "There are some mulberry leaves in the medicine cabinet. Remember to take some water to drink when you get home tonight. It's for eyesight." He raised his profile and said, "Isn't that where the scar is? Have you been forgetful lately, or did you just see it? Sores, you can’t even see this clearly?”

He is drawing a scar right now, he rolled it into thin strips with tissue paper, glued it with thin isinglass and plaster, it looks like a thin scar.The only difference between him and Jinwu was this knife wound, so he had already remembered it in his heart and carefully dressed it up.

The ugly maid took a few glances, and the previous suspicious look disappeared, rubbing her head and laughing: "I really didn't see clearly, I'm sorry, young master, I got sand in my eyes, and my eyes were cloudy. Come on, you can hit me."

Yan Jiubian was really obedient, and immediately raised his hand to slap him, the slap was crisp and full of makeup.Wang Xiaoyuan didn't expect that he would really hit him, so he turned his face in a hurry and flicked for a moment.I saw Yan Jiubian pulled his sleeves and wiped his hands in disgust, and said with a sneer, "Is there anyone who talks to the master like this? Next time, don't expect to be slapped in the face, you can choose the yellow poplar ruler or the rattan whip!"

Wang Xiaoyuan tidily packed the single-shaft cart for him and sent him out. Seeing Yan Jiubian was lifting the curtain, he suddenly called out again: "Master!"

Seeing Yan Jiubian turn around, he added another sentence: "Where did you put the glazed flowers that you were going to give me before?" He deliberately coyly pretended to be angry as a woman, and twisted his hands together.

Yan Jiubian didn't understand, so he frowned. "I'll talk about it in detail when I come back tonight."

Seeing the car staggering and disappearing from the end of the road, Wang Xiaoyuan looked at it for a moment, but instead of going into the street, he turned back and stepped back into the door, and put down the crossbar.

The courtyard was quiet, and there was a new rain at night, the green tiles were shiny, stretching to the foot of the green mountain like layered bird wings, and mirror-like water accumulated in the recesses of the stone bricks, Wang Xiaoyuan paced in the courtyard, kicking the water with his head down Playing, aroused a lot of broken beads.The shadow on the eaves was reflected in the moving water, and he pretended to be carelessly playing in the water while counting the number of people in the reflection.

"One, two, three, four...eight, ten."

All assassins with copper ghost masks.

Wang Xiaoyuan counted the assassins on the four corners of the eaves, the southeast, the north, and the west. The figures were light, but the evil spirit could not be hidden from him.

He had long thought it was weird, the Golden Crow was like a powder keg in the past, it would burn at one point, but now he fiddled with it over and over again, pouring a lot of pine oil, throwing a lot of tempering paper, but it still didn't catch on.If you ask about the past, you will be vague and confused.Speaking of the slap just now, Wang Xiaoyuan felt a little wronged, and patted his slightly painful face, Jin Wu had never slapped him so hard, at most he bent his knuckles and slapped his forehead hard twice.

Wang Xiaoyuan took a few steps casually, but saw a blur of shadows in the water beach, and could only see a few sneaky eyes rolling behind the copper surface.He entered the room as if nothing had happened, and closed the door, but his heart was beating wildly. He rolled over to the side of the bed, took out the jade white knife from the bottom of the mat, and held it in his hand.

If that person is not the Golden Crow, then who is it?Where did Zuo Sanniang go, and where is his young master?Questions came one after another, but he vaguely had an answer in his mind.The assassin on the eaves is wearing night clothes and a copper ghost face, very similar to the black-clothed Rakshasa in Qianjiazhuang.

A ray of inspiration suddenly burst out in his head.The backyard...maybe in the backyard.

Since coming here, he has only been put in the side room by the "Golden Crow", and has never been near the main room.Wang Xiaoyuan's heart moved, he tiptoed to the window, and quietly raised the window drawer.There was puddles of water in the courtyard, he opened a window and glanced over, but saw a head protruding from the eaves, with a shadowy nose and eyes, red head and pointed ears.

It's the Samadhi Demon!

There seemed to be a pair of gloomy eyes behind the copper mask, and the horrifying pupils slowly turned around, and glanced towards the wing.Wang Xiaoyuan didn't dare to vent his anger, the hand holding the window was as stiff as a wooden stick, but trembling.Fortunately, the ghost-faced assassin retreated to the eaves after only a glance. The courtyard was empty and silent, as if all the sounds were washed away by the rain.

Passing through the courtyard will definitely be noticed.Wang Xiaoyuan turned back and rummaged through the bag, and found a pottery ring ball from among the broken things. It was filled with fine sand and gravel, and it rustled when shaken.He opened the window drawer a little, placed the rattle on the window lattice, and quickly drew the knife out of its sheath.

This time it's really back to my old job.He thought for a moment, threw the knife aside, held the sheath alone, and took a deep breath.A vague shadow appeared in his mind, Wang Xiaoyuan murmured.

"The first cut... was flawless."

In an instant, he raised a knife.Tao Xiangqiu flew out in an instant, tearing through the wind, jumping straight onto the tiles, bouncing and rushing out of the wall.The black-clothed assassins in the courtyard turned their heads instantly, and flew out like crows following the sound.

Wang Xiaoyuan took the opportunity to get out of the window and ran across the yard along the wall.There was an iron chain hanging from the lacquered door, and he hacked it with a knife, then pulled the chain aside.He felt that if Zuo Sanniang and his young master were kidnapped, they would be hiding in this backyard.

The door creaked and pushed open, and Wang Xiaoyuan stood there in a daze.

Facing it is a rough brick wall with only an inch of space, covered with oily green brocade, mottled with vine-like imprints.The bricks are solid, surrounded on all sides, like a cage.

— no backyard.

A chill suddenly hit him, he first walked along the gray wall, and clearly saw the corner yard, side room, wing room and the eaves of the east kitchen, but at this time there was clearly no backyard!He also remembered that there was only a fir table in the main room, and that the turned-down barn room had been converted for night use, and there was no sign of anyone hiding anywhere.The courtyard was dead silent, as if there was no one living there.

Wang Xiaoyuan stepped into the door, touched the wall in disbelief, and it didn't seem like there was any mechanism.That being the case, where are Sanniang and Jinwu hiding?Or was he confused at the beginning, thinking that the current "Golden Crow" is fake?

There was a rustling sound on the tiles, and Wang Xiaoyuan rushed back to the room in two steps in three steps.When he thought about it again, he always felt uneasy, if the Golden Crow is real now, why did he collude with the Houtianlou Assassin?There were still many things he had to figure out.

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The twilight like fish scales is turning over the sky, and the mountains are like the gap between the sky and the water, embracing the city.The sky is getting dark, and the weeping tassel lanterns are shining in the night.The Pugong Temple was sparsely populated, and a mule cart was parked by the gate.

Yan Jiubian got out of the car, turned around and walked towards the gate of the house.

As he walked, he carefully read a few secret orders poured out of Lingge letter box.The assassins who went to Jianshan didn't find Zuo Sanniang's whereabouts. She was very clever, and she distributed Jinwu's silver to the porters and opera officials, asking them to fill in the warehouse book with their own names, and often added clothes and changed their appearances. .

Another secret order said that Kibe's whereabouts were strange, so more precautions should be taken.The five parts of Houtianlou were originally loose sand, if Zuo Buzheng was not holding them, they would have split apart like orange petals.The relationship between Jinbu, Mizubu and Huobu is out of touch, but Kibe and Dobe are a little out of tune.When Zuo Sanniang was leading Mubu, Yan Jiubian was already worried, even though Mu Shiyi was holding him now, he couldn't put down the iron bucket hanging from his heart.

There are always troubles in the world, and the higher you climb, the more things you have to deal with.Wu Wugong looked for him twice every day, he didn't dare not to go, and the affairs of the Ministry of Water were so complicated that it was difficult to sort them out.Yan Jiubian rubbed the center of his eyebrows, touched the door knocker, and suddenly stopped.

This house is quite casual, and there is no porter to watch the door. The ugly maid slips away early every day, so when he went out in the past, he would always wrap the iron chain around the door and lock it, but today he bolted it from the inside.

With the assassins from the Ministry of Water watching, Yan Jiubian wasn't worried about what trouble the ugly girl would cause.He just frowned for a while, then simply lifted himself up and climbed over the courtyard wall without going through the door.

"What are you doing in your room today?"

Yan Jiubian directly kicked open the door of the wing room and broke in.Jin Wu has always been domineering, and he can't imitate it too much.

The girl named Jin Xiaoyuan was fiddling in front of the mirror stage, when she saw him come in around the screen, she let out a small exclamation, and turned her face covered with flowers.

Yan Jiubian frowned, but he said in a dark voice: "Didn't I tell you to go out of the house during the day? What did you use my purse for?"

Wang Xiaoyuan threw a pillow at him, as softly as a shy girl. "Why did you break in so suddenly! Isn't this the boudoir? Young master, you need some face."

Look at that heavy make-up look, it's really disgusting.But after all, Yan Jiubian is a seasoned waiter. He is good at assassinating people in the Ministry of Water, and he is not bad at teasing people in bed. If it is to take people's lives, anyone can do humane things.

Duo Yigui took a deep breath, and just assumed that Jin Wu really liked this pickle.He couldn't interrogate the seriously ill Jinwu, but he might be able to get something out of this maid.

In no time, Yan Jiubian grabbed Wang Xiaoyuan's wrist and pushed him against the wall.

The wrist was like a swimming snake, gently but tightly around his waist, and the fingertips brushed the skin, leaving fiery scratches.At this time, he is like gentle water, but also like a hot fire, trying to arouse the most ardent emotions in his heart.Yan Jiubian took out his best trick, touched his earlobe with the tip of his fiery red tongue, and teased him ambiguously, the person in his arms trembled slightly.The sound of sucking | sucking water is all around my ears, which makes my heart beat wildly.

Yan Jiubian was about to make an inch of it and flirt again, but at this moment Wang Xiaoyuan said with an embarrassed smile: "Don't...don't do this."

"Didn't you say that the rain moistens the clouds and warms us every night? It also makes you die." Yan Jiubian leaned close to his ear and whispered, warm breath on his ear.

Wang Xiaoyuan rolled his eyes.Caught off guard, he grabbed Yan Jiubian's shoulder instead, and threw him into the thick bag with him.

Yan Jiubian was pushed on the bed instead, his eyes were full of doubts, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.The ugly maid smiled at him with a finger.

"Master, don't you forget it all? First, I'm a man. Didn't you find out just now? Sigh, it's still your preference. I'll just pretend like this from now on."

"Second," Wang Xiaoyuan leaned close to his ear maliciously, and blew gently, it was warm and soft, but with an indescribable numbness.

"The one who gets crushed every night...is you."

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