In the fifth year of Jian'an, the night and the moon have moved to the back half of the sky, and most of the buildings in Jianye City are wrapped in the silent night and fall asleep deeply, and for the flower street, the prosperity of the day has just begun. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOn this bluestone street, which is more than 100 zhang, the Qinglou Chuguan Jiaofang Theater stands one after another, with an endless stream of cars and horses, and the overflowing lights between the buildings reflect the intoxicated faces of the sons. The sound of music, shouting, and the occasional sound of horses' hooves clinging brightly decorate this short street at night like a daytime market.

There is a saying among the people of Jianye that "the Han people Mo Deng Flower Street" refers to the children of the Han family and the civilians in the city. "Han Ren Moden" means that the flower street is a place for noble families to gather and play, if the common people come, they may not be extravagant, and all the people who have had fun in the flower street once, all linger here, even if the common people can barely afford the first time, and then addicted but can not afford the second time. Although the Jiaofang Theater on Flower Street is extremely magnificent, it does not do all the fragrant and kitsch things. The son of the family came here to make friends and enjoy the fun, drink and write poems. The girls in the workshop have been taught by their grandmothers to study music and vocal music since they were young, and by the time they perform on stage, they are already very qualified. With the elegant music, the sons are staggered, the golden cup and jade cup, chatting heartily, when talking about the beginning, the pen is fast, and a lot of good words are left.

However, this night, the flower street could not replicate the prosperity and peace of the past.

When the woman crouched on the floor tiles of Miao Wah Fang struggled to open her eyes again, there was only a chaotic ink color around her, and the thick air was mixed with complex smells, only the hazy moonlight outside the window and the magnificent lights in the corridor at the other end faintly reflected the furnishings in the room. The woman looked closely, only to feel a splitting headache, and her mind wandered outside her body like a wandering spirit. She barely stood up, trying to sit up straight and take a look, but her hand rubbed against something beside her, and a pain slashed through it briefly and sharply. The woman barely propped up her forehead, steadied herself, and tentatively groped to lift the object, and finally saw clearly through the faint moonlight that it was a short knife dripping with blood.

The knife was still dripping with blood, and the thick black and sticky blood stains seemed to be able to emerge from the knife in the moonlight, and the woman followed the blood on the ground, and a black shadow spread out on the ground within the woman's reach. The woman trembled and stretched out her hand to the figure, although she had predicted it in her heart when she saw the shadow, but when she really touched the body that was still warm, the woman was still frightened, and hurriedly threw the short knife in her hand to the ground.

The woman hesitated for a moment, but still leaned closer, leaned down and probed, vaguely the silhouette of a man. With his body still breathing, the woman turned his head around and whispered, "Childe, wake up!

The boy lying on the ground did not respond, and the moonlight swept through the clouds to reveal a bright color, stretching the reflection of the eyelashes of the man on the ground long. The woman looked at it intently, and it was a rather handsome face. The thick eyebrows are heroically crossed in front of the forehead, and a pair of deer eyes are tightly closed, but they can make people sure that under the eyes must be a pair of clear and agile eyes, under the eyes, the erect nose bridge is against the lips that are shallowly pursed, and the combination of these eyes is appropriate, and the heroic and smooth lines of the jaw seem to have been carefully designed and carved by a craftsman. The woman was shocked, such a handsome man should have been in the fairy picture scroll of the Han people, but at this moment he somehow fell under his short knife.

"Someone—there's an Assassin—"

A panicked voice shouted through the corridor outside the door, and the handyman ran down the corridor on the second floor, shouting as he ran: "No...... No...... Oh no! Gongzi Xie was stabbed!"

Hearing this "there is an assassin", the workshop instantly exploded. The sons, who were talking and laughing a second ago, only had frightened and urgent expressions on their faces at the moment, and they rushed out of their respective private rooms one by one. The lady in charge, who had been greeting guests in the lobby, also realized that the big thing was not good, and she didn't care to appease the boys who were scurrying and the geisha who were screaming in shock, so she hurriedly went up to the second floor with the handyman who reported the news.

Mama and a handyman ran up to the second floor in one go, and the handyman kicked the door open. The bloody smell in the room made everyone who rushed to the room feel sick for a while. The room was dark and dark, in stark contrast to the bright lights in the other private rooms. A lively handyman immediately carried a candle into the lamp, and when the room was illuminated again, the sight made everyone gasp.

I saw three bodies lying in the room, the robes on the bodies were all soaked in blood, and the original color could not be seen, the bodies were lying motionless on the floor tiles as if they had lost their lives, and the tables, chairs, and wooden utensils around them were soaked in blood, and they fell to the ground horizontally, and blood splashed on the wall, and the fragments of cup ornaments were everywhere, and even the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were not spared.

"What are you doing in a daze, saving people!" Mama is Mama in the end, and she reacted first. Only then did a handyman recover from his panic and rushed in to save people.

When he was young, there was a shout from the room: "Mama, Xie Gongzi is still angry!"

Mama seemed relieved, but her face immediately returned to an anxious expression. Everyone carried Xie Gongzi out with all hands and feet.

"Be light!" Mama scolded loudly, "If Gongzi Xie has any three long and two short, we have ten heads that are not enough to cut off!"

The seriously injured Xie Gongzi was soon escorted back to the Xie Mansion in Wuyi Lane, located on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Xie Quan, who was asleep, although he worshiped Situ Yipin and had experienced many major events of life and death, he was so frightened that he almost fell out of bed when he heard that his son was assassinated and seriously injured.

In today's court, although there are many clans of gate valves, the only ones at the top are the Xie clan of Chenjun and the same name as the Langya Wang clan. Xie Fuxuan, the son of the Xie family, created a human assassination, and this matter is not trivial. That night, not only Miaohuafang, but also the entire flower street was immediately sealed, and all the cadres were taken away for investigation. If you can't find out the reason and give Master Situ an explanation, the court lieutenant of the criminal department will not be able to escape the blame.

Xie Mansion was also noisy that night. Xie Fuxuan was stabbed several times in his body, with knife wounds on his shoulders, back, abdomen, and legs, among which the knife wounds on his back were the most fatal. It is estimated that the assassin probably used a small weapon such as a hidden weapon to shoot at Fu Xuan from a distance, but fortunately it deviated a few inches, and the wound in the abdomen seemed to be wide, and most of the blood gushed out from there, but it was not fatal, but when the bloody Fu Xuan was carried into the Xie Mansion, the aunt Zhao who came to see Fu Xuan still fainted with a pale face. The already chaotic Xie Mansion had to take care of the Zhao family with tea and water, and the Zhao family's sister-in-law Xie Jinting helped his father Xie Quan toss all night, and when the sky was slightly bright, the imperial doctor finally announced that this fate was saved.

Although Fu Xuan was still unconscious, the Xie family was relieved to hear the news. Xie Quan came out of his son's room, walked slowly to the atrium outside, and sighed slowly. The tired look could not be concealed from his face, after all, he was old, his gray hair was half dyed, and it was such a tiring thing. Xie Quan raised his head and looked at the sky through the atrium of the four directions, the fish belly in the east was white, there were not many floating clouds in the sky, thin and clear, and a little orange-red halo was revealed in the corner of the square. The swallows on the eaves of the porch began to chirp and become active, seemingly unaffected by the lights and noise of the house last night. In the early spring of March, before the sun came out, there was still a little chill, Xie Quan felt that it was a little cold, and the dewy air was much more relieved than the hot breath in the house.

"Father, please go and rest for a while. I'll take care of my brother. I don't know when Jin Ting came to Xie Quan's side and quietly put a cloak on his father.

"Is your concubine feeling better?"

"The concubine is fine, she has been fed tea and rested. After some advice, the doctors also went back, leaving only one to take care of, and they would come back later to clean the wound and change the dressing and bandage. ”

Xie Quan hummed in a low voice and turned around to go back to the room, looking in a trance as if he was thinking about something else, he walked a few steps and turned back to Jinting and added, "It's hard work." ”

Xie Quan was walking towards the bedroom, only to hear a servant hurriedly chasing from behind to report: "Master, Lord Sima has come to the door with his son......"

Before the slave's words fell, I saw two pairs of legs that were more hurried than the slave galloping towards Xie Quan, it was none other than Wang Shi'an, the eldest Sima of the Langya Wang family, and Wang Suzhi, the eldest son.

Wang Shi'an began to bow to Xie Quan before he stood still, Su Zhi also saluted with his father, and Xie Quan also simply replied with a salute, the two of them did not seem to be bound by etiquette, but the Jinting on the side respectfully bowed to Wang's father and son.

"Okay, what's going on, when the house slave came to report it, I was terrified. Wang Shi'an's voice was naturally rough and majestic, with the demeanor of a general, but he trembled slightly at this time.

Su Zhi, who was beside Wang Shi'an, couldn't hold back for a long time, and before the elders finished talking, he couldn't wait to salute again, and said, "Uncle Xie, father, how is Fu Xuan, is it convenient for me to go and see him?"

Xie Quan's gaze softened, and he said in a kind voice, "Go ahead." Su Zhi said goodbye when he heard the order, and ran to Fuxuan's bedroom with a smoke.

Wang Shi'an still looked solemn, and at this time he added a little thought, and asked, "What's going on?"

Xie Quan stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, and the two walked towards the study tacitly. Xie Quan turned around and glanced at Jinting, who understood and stepped back and instructed the maid to prepare tea.

"Have you heard? Fu Xuan's son is too seriously injured this time, and he is still in a coma at the moment, although his life has been saved, but his muscles and veins have been damaged, and I am afraid that he will be disabled in the future. Jin Ting passed by the eaves, but heard a maid on the other side of the corridor wall talking trivially.

Another female voice said: "Why did you get hurt like this? Fuxuan Gongzi has always been kind to people, and it is difficult for him to make enemies with others with this temperament." ”

"It seems that a geisha has been injured. ”

"No wonder, land of fireworks...... Who knows. ”

"Are you so idle and empty?" While the two were talking, Jin Ting had already bypassed the carved corridor window to intimidate the two maidservants, and the two maids were so frightened that they were suddenly frightened, and they kowtowed again and again to beg for mercy, but Jin Ting did not reduce his anger, he scolded, "The son of the family is in trouble, and you don't choose some nice words, but the whole house is busy, praying that the son can get out of danger safely, but the two of you are lazy here, and even more vainly discussing the rights and wrongs of the main family!"

The two maidservants seemed to be frightened, crying so much that they couldn't even speak clearly, and turned upside down just to ask Jinting to forgive themselves.

"When my brother is in trouble today, he will not punish him, but he should accumulate good deeds for his brother. Jin Ting said coldly, "But you two don't have to appear in this Wuyi Alley tomorrow, go to the account office and settle your wages and go back." ”