beg for chivalry

The assassins sat around in the dark room.

The soil walls are uneven, like broken teeth and wrinkled faces.The only window of lacquered wood was fastened with long wedges and tightly closed.A few yellow candles are lined up on the ground, and the flames are flickering.

The Assassins of the Ministry of Water sat together in twos and threes, gossiping one after another during their breaks, anxiously trying to get the words out of their mouths.After all, if he went out from the dark room and went up to the bedroom in the Guanyin Pavilion, his head might be broken by Yasha.When I was with Zuo Louzhu, it was extremely dangerous at all times, and the bed surrounded by paper curtains was like a battlefield stained with blood.

Yan Jiubian was left out in the cold, and huddled in the corner alone.No one wants to turn a blind eye to him, only to see him as the black sheep.

"I heard that the landlord from the left called us to sleep less recently, maybe it's because he has a new love..."

The assassins were all chattering, and someone wondered: "Xinhuan? Didn't you pick up another one who looks more like Yiqing from some village?"

Someone took a look at Yan Jiubian, and said sarcastically, "Even if the face looks alike, the Zuozhuzhu doesn't like it. In this world, there are always people who are golden and jade, but who are poor."

Yan Jiubian stared at him coldly, but his ridicule became louder.

"But the rumor of Xinhuan seems to be true! I heard that the master on the left has been bored in the bedroom these days and never showed up, and he didn't ask us to serve him. Last time, Shui 21 sneaked a look into the gap in the window pane and said that he was in the room. I saw two figures..."

"For us, isn't it a good thing?" Sighs were everywhere, and everyone suppressed their smiles, "Perhaps we can live another day if we don't see Zuo Zhuzhu for a day..."

There is no one in the world who has a worse life than them.Yan Jiubian thought silently, he was neither like an assassin nor a prostitute, he was an ambiguous person somewhere in between.They always put on the appearance of others, and lie under the bodies of all kinds of people. Although they use dark stabbing methods, they are despised by people in the same temple.

Today, the left master still did not ask them to serve.

After waiting for a long time, it was passed on to everyone in the future.Yan Jiubian breathed a sigh of relief, but was immediately called to guard your side.When the Zuolou was in charge of affairs, he didn't like people to be near the bedroom. Yan Jiubian had guarded outside a few times, but he could hear the scraping of flesh and blood and screams from inside, but today it was dead silent.

The clay sculpture Guanyin on Xumizuo is majestic and majestic, like a towering strange rock.He was bored waiting, so he bravely lifted his body and jumped up to the eaves, sat and enjoyed the cool breeze for a while, and then climbed to the corridor along the brackets.

There seemed to be some rustling noises in the room.It sounds like whispering, and it seems like some clothes are falling off.Zuo Buzheng seemed to be whispering softly to the people in the room, his tenderness was not like that icy Yasha in the past.

The Clothes Ghost frowned, approached tiptoely and held his breath, and peeked through the crack of the door, only to see two shadowy figures hidden between the paper curtains.

That should be the "new love" that the assassins of the Ministry of Water said.Yan Jiubian felt chills in his heart. When Yasha bought him from the Yan family, he was very happy and regarded him as the most affectionate plaything.He is also extremely pampered. He thought that he would be able to spend the rest of his life in high praise, but he didn't want to be tired of being played by her in the end. The despised bustard.

But now Zuo Zhuzhu has another person beside him, he must have loved him so much at first, but he will definitely abandon him later.

Looking through the window, I saw that Zuo Buzheng was wearing plain clothes with a rhinoceros horn belt around his waist, he was hugging a person in his arms tightly, whispering affectionately in that person's ear.

Yan Jiubian felt a little jealous in his heart, but he saw the man's face clearly in an instant, and his whole body trembled.

——It's Golden Five!

Jin Wu opened his eyes slightly, as if half asleep and half awake.He drank a lot of medicine these days, and he became more and more dazed.At this time, he was leaning on Zuo Buzheng's arms like a wooden figure.

"Yi Qing, long time no see..."

Zuo Buzheng sighed and hugged him, "...it's been too long, so long that I don't know how many years have passed..."

Yan Jiubian could only feel his eyelashes trembling, and the scene in front of him made his heart ache.

What should I think in my heart?He felt joy, guilt, and innocuous dislike for Jin Wuyou when he was his friend, but now they all melted into an inexplicable feeling.

He stuck in front of the mat, trembling, keeping the figures of those two in his eyes.The woman's jade fingers slid across the jet-black hair, gently tugging on the silk headband, and loosened the hair.Jin Wu was hugged tightly by her, and he raised his pale neck, but his pupils were cloudy like gray pools, and his bones creaked, as if they were about to fall apart in her arms.Then he was turned over, but still firmly imprisoned in the cage-like arms.

Yan Jiubian backed away tremblingly, and stumbled against the railing.

The last scene he saw in the door gap was Zuo Buzheng holding Jin Wu's face in his hands, looking devoutly but distortedly at the person in his arms.

The faces of the two overlap in the sunlight, and the outlines gradually become hazy in the bright and dark, ambiguous and lingering.

Since the defeat of Lei's family last time, Tongle Temple seemed to be covered with a cloud of gloom.The assassins with broken limbs and arms gathered under the persimmon tree mournfully, their eyes were gloomy, like walking corpses.

After half a month, Jin Wu's injury healed completely.The scabs fell off, but the pale and slightly raised scars still lingered on his body.He began to wander around the temple slowly, exercising his legs and feet, sometimes practicing a few moves with a sword and a head-tie knife, and holding a handful of locust stones in his hand to beat persimmon leaves.

Yan Jiubian still boiled medicine for him, mixing the liquid medicine in the celadon bottle into the water soup as usual.Jin Wu seemed to have noticed it, but he kept silent about it, but would drink up the medicine he brought every time in silence.

The two of them talked less and less, and they often stopped talking after the last sentence.

It was the turn of the two of them to guard the mountain gate that day.Yan Jiubian leaned against the lacquered pillar, staring at the lush green forest, Jin Wu stretched his legs and lay beside the owl, lazily basking in the sun, his whole body stretched out, as if he wanted to bask away all the mildew spots on his body.

"…sorry."

Yan Jiubian lowered his head, and suddenly said for no reason.

Jin Wu didn't reply, he seemed to be asleep.

"Are you blaming me? We haven't spoken a few words in the past half a month." Yan Jiubian murmured softly with calm eyes.The breeze blew past, slowly blowing his words up the eaves of the temple. "If you resent me in your heart, you can tell me face to face."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement on the eaves, only the rustling of insects in the forest was heard, which was endlessly noisy in my ears.

The Raksha ghost was like a piece of blunt wood during this time, vaguely responding to his words, and rushed to look away the moment his eyes met.Both of them avoided meeting each other as if they had a guilty conscience, but after all, they were a couple who worked together to take orders, and it would be quite strange to part ways now.

Yan Jiubian was anxious, but felt a faint chill.He gritted his teeth, looked up at the eaves of the mountain gate, and asked. "Or... now that you have won the love of Zuozhuzhu, you can't look down on us and other lowly people anymore?"

The shadow of the two of them overlapping behind the fan that day flashed in front of his eyes, and Yan Jiubian felt a burning pain in his heart.For a moment, he seemed to have no place to stand on. In terms of martial arts and swordsmanship, he could not compare with Jin Bu, who is superb in martial arts, but in terms of how to please the servants, he could not compare to this person.Zuo Buzheng stared at Jin Wu's face full of sadness and joy, but also smiling, which was deeply burned into his eyes, and it still hurts when he recalls it.

A bitter mocking laugh came out of his mouth, and Yan Jiubian smiled awkwardly, "Haha, yes. Why didn't I think of it? You are the young landlord, the person held in her hands and on the tip of her heart. How can we compare to the scorching sun in the sky?"

"God really treats you well alone. You have a good-looking appearance and martial talent, and the landlord from the left looks favorably on you..." Suoyigui suddenly felt jealous and resentful, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid Talking to me will dirty your mouth."

The sound of the wind was stagnant, and dead silence permeated the mountain gate.

After a long time, Jin Wu's faint voice came from above his head.

"Not really," he said.

Yan Jiubian was hanging his head, poking the sand with the scabbard every time, when he heard the man speak, he jumped up.He didn't know what was wrong with him, and when he heard this person's words, he was overjoyed, as if he suddenly encountered rain when he was dry.

"Did you forgive me? You have forgiven me by talking to me!" He stared at the eaves of the temple, his eyes seemed to pierce the blue tiles, and he asked eagerly like a bullet, as if he was afraid of being too late. "Are you still willing to be my receiver?"

There seemed to be a weak sigh in the wind, as if he had experienced hesitation, confusion and hesitation, but after a while, the same indifferent voice floated from above.

"…Um."

This answer seemed to arouse thousands of ripples in my heart, and Yan Jiu became hot and sweaty in an instant, ecstatic with joy.The person on the eaves spoke like a raving, the voice fell lightly in his ears, and instantly turned into a thunderstorm, shaking him all over.

The extra words turned into sighs, and the body and mind were so exhausted that they were sinking.

Across the thick and pitch-black eaves of the temple, Jin Wu murmured as he looked at the clear blue sky.

"I never blamed you, Shui Jiu."

After guarding the mountain gate, the Raksha ghost jumped down from the eaves and landed in the temple as lightly as a swallow.

Yan Jiubian silently watched Jin Wu's figure standing in front of Lan Qi. The man was carefully picking out his swords, pulling out a pair of iron swords from their sheaths and inspecting the blades carefully.The assassins came forward in twos and threes, silently picking axes and axes from the Lanqi shelf.

An order will be issued every two days, and the assassin of the Ministry of Water who delivered the order came and put the five-color secret order box on the long table in front of the shelf.Each ministry's secret order box is different, and the assassins also open the box lids according to their own ministries, and pick out their own secret order from it.

Jin Wu was not in a hurry to see what the secret order was assigned to him, but was still hanging around in front of Lan Qi.He grabbed a black-bladed steel sword from the rack and stared at it over and over with great interest.

Seeing this, Yan Jiubian stepped forward and said with a smile, "It's a good sword."

He and Jin Wu didn't talk much during this period, but now he always wants to talk to him in every possible way.To be honest, compared to Jinbu who sleeps with a sword in his arms all day long, he knows very little about swords. At most, he has only seen enshrined golden steel swords in other people's bedrooms, and he has some one-sided views.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Jin Wu staggered, covered his forehead, panting slightly, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

The Raksha ghost stood silently covering his forehead for a long while, then slowly put his hands down, and shook his head with a pale face.But Yan Jiubian clearly saw that when he raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be clouded with mist, and the moment he caught a glimpse of himself, his eyes were a little more empty.

"...It's okay." Jin Wu said.

Yan Jiubian patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "If your injury is not fully healed, you can go back to the Bajiao Pavilion to rest for a few days. Most of the orders I take will not need any helper, just a few silkworm threads Smash that group of hogs into pieces."

Jin Wu was speechless, but there was a bit of confusion for no reason in his eyes.He suddenly took a step back, Yan Jiubian felt his palm loosen, and saw him pull away.

This move seemed to be silently resisting him, and Yan Jiu became speechless in an instant.

"You..." Jin Wu blinked, his eyes wandered around him, he hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head, "It's nothing."

Yan Jiubian was angry and laughed again: "What are you playing charades with me here? Didn't you just say you would forgive me, and you turned your face in the blink of an eye?"

Jin Wu hesitated and couldn't speak, which was really strange for him.He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the long table in confusion, "Aren't you... not going to receive the order? You are from the Ministry of Water. The secret order box is placed in the middle of the table."

What this person said always sounded weird, but Yan Jiubian didn't think much about it.He looked at the long table, but was stunned for a moment.

In Mizube's cloisonné enamel secret order box, there is a silkworm paper tube.His name was written on the paper tube, which was a secret order for him.Yan Jiubian felt a sudden chill, and his legs trembled.

That's - the voice-hearing order.It is the highest secret order of Houtianlou.