Tearing the pages of the book, he tore a few sheets in a row, and only then did he feel that the depression in his heart had dissipated a little.

He poured a large bag of sweat medicine in the tea, and the smell was flushing, even if it was a cow, it should have been poured by the medicine, not to mention that Lu Kong was just a doctor who had no power to restrain the chicken.

When he hid the unconscious deer hole under the bed, Xie Yuanmao wiped off the tea poured out of the table in two or two times, and crumpled the few pages that were torn off by himself into a ball and held it in his hand, blew out the light in the room, went out in the dark, and went outside.

Outside, the sky seemed to be getting darker and thicker, and the wind seemed to be getting colder.

Xie Yuanmao walked slowly, this time he went back to his room to rest. But this night, he stared at the copper hook hanging from the bedpost, and never closed his eyes. When the first rays of white light penetrated into the room through the cracks in the window lattice, he sat up, lifted the quilt on his body, and went to the cage to turn over his clothes, and took out an ivory silk and put it on his body.

Properly dressed, he pushed the door open and strode out into the thin mist of the early morning.

At this time, the sky was only faintly white, the hour was still very early, everyone in the house had not yet gotten up, and Xie Yuanmao had never gotten up so early. He didn't take anyone with him, he went straight to the kitchen. The work in the kitchen is about to start, and at this moment it is already full of people coming and going.

The cook lady is holding her waist with one hand, and knocking the spatula on the head of the vegetable washing maid with the other, and scolded: "After eating so big for nothing, I can't even wash a few vegetables, see if I don't turn around, my wife will send you out!" ”

The houses in Huizhou are small and there are not many people. The cook also has the name of purchasing steward, so she is quite prestigious in front of her subordinates. She also grew to like looking around. If you catch someone, you are willing to reprimand them. Early in the morning, she didn't feel bad at swearing, but the more she spoke, the louder she became, the more she talked endlessly.

When Xie Yuanmao walked to the door, she still couldn't stop talking to herself, and scolded to the point of pleasure, she raised her chin and turned her head and snorted. Suddenly, he saw Xie Yuanmao standing at the door of the kitchen, and he was suddenly startled, thinking that he was dazzled by the mistake. Hurriedly put down his crossed hand, and then rubbed his eyes: "Sixth master? ”

"It's really the sixth master!" After a few careful glances, she was sure that she was not mistaken, this person was indeed Xie Yuanmao. At the moment, I was excited and nervous. I don't even know where to put my hands, "What's the matter with you, just send someone to talk to the slave and maid, where do you need to run by yourself!" The cook looked around and was surprised to find that Xie Yuanmao had come alone.

The sky outside the house was still in obscurity, and even the look on Xie Yuanmao's face was blurry, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

He said, "I'll take a look." ”

The cook froze for a moment, and only came back to her senses after half a sound. "Look, look at will."

The kitchen was full of fumes. That's where men can stay. But since Xie Yuanmao said that he was here to take a look, she naturally couldn't stop it.

After saying this, the smile on the cook's chubby face never stopped, put the spatula in her hand on the stove, patted the scolded maid comfortingly, and drove the person outside to continue washing vegetables. Then, she smiled earnestly at Xie Yuanmao and led him inside.

Xie Yuanmao glanced at the kitchen and suddenly asked, "Mrs., what did you do for today's morning food?" ”

The cook hurriedly pointed to a pot of porridge boiling on the stove and said: "The slave maid heard that the wife likes to drink porridge, so I let people boil it with a simmer last night, boil it for a longer time, the pearl rice is crispy and soft and glutinous, the entrance is sweet, and eating a bowl in the morning can also warm the stomach." ”

She said the truth, but Xie Yuanmao was obviously absent-minded.

He bowed slightly, pulled his foot and approached the stove, and instructed the cook, "Open it and let me take a look." ”

“…… Be. The cook was suspicious, and opened the lid of the pot according to her words. Suddenly the heat poured out of the pot like a cloud, and the eyes of the people were confused. When the cook put the lid of the pot aside and turned around, she saw that Xie Yuanmao had grabbed a spoon and scooped the porridge with his head down.

The cook was afraid that he would be dissatisfied, so she smiled so hard that her fat face stiffened and she didn't dare to relax a bit.

Xie Yuanmao scooped spoonful after spoonful, and finally said, "Yes, it's the porridge that my wife likes." ”

"That's fine, that's fine." The cook breathed a sigh of relief. I heard that Mrs. has a lot of money on hand, and Mrs. is about to leave Huizhou after eating this meal in the morning, and before leaving, she may be rewarded with a piece of silver as soon as she is happy.

Xie Yuanmao glanced at her, lost the spoon and smiled: "There is a reward for turning around." ”

The cook was busy and began to thank Dade.

Xie Yuanmao walked around, opened all kinds of food and looked at it a few times, and said: "Not bad, very good, there will be a reward when you look back." ”

Coupled with the word heavy, the cook smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, and she was just waiting for the reward to come back and put on new clothes. Just as she was happy, she heard Xie Yuanmao say again: "Mrs. is going out today, and the morning food of the entourage must not be sloppy. ”

He also saw what the people were going to eat this morning. The cook felt strange just now, but now when she heard this, she couldn't help but realize that she was worried that his wife's servants were not eating well and had no energy after going on the road. She immediately reassured her again and again.

Xie Yuanmao seemed to be satisfied and walked out of the kitchen.

"Sixth Master go slowly!" The cook smiled behind him.

The weather in early winter in Huizhou is much colder than in Kyoto, but there are already signs of winter, and the cold is gradually overflowing, the sun rises later, and the night is getting longer.

When the sky was completely bright, everyone in the kitchen was sent out separately.

The steaming morning food was placed on the table one by one, and there were not many patterns, but the advantage was that the chef had good skills and tasted very good. Especially a few swordsmen who came with the Song family, they were even more honest and unceremonious, and they couldn't wait to pick up the pot and eat.

In a few moments, they will be on their way. The journey was not mentioned, and they were not a few days away from arriving in Huizhou. The interval between comings and goings is tight, and it is inevitable that I will be a little tired.

Song's is happy because he is about to return to Beijing. Before I knew it, I also used a small half bowl of porridge.

The bags had been packed the day before, and they would be ready to set off after they had been moved to the wagon.

But when the time came, it was almost noon, but it was still quiet in Xie's house.

Entering the alley, the two little guys guarding the door at the main gate of the Xie family hung their heads against the root of the wall, and their bodies were soft and collapsed. I don't have any energy, I seem to be asleep. Further inside, I saw a lonely scene along the way. But no one walked around. Walking through the weeping flower door, I saw a mother-in-law lying on the ground, and one of them was stupid, and even saliva flowed to the collar. The cold winds of early winter blew in gusts. It blew a depression in Xie's house. Except for the rustling of leaves on the trees, there was not even a human voice.

In the kitchen, the fire under the stove had been extinguished, and the ashes had cooled to a pale, vain color, and were pushed aside by the tongs.

The cook sat at the small wooden table, lying motionless.

Not far outside the door. The maid who was washing the greasy dishes was planted in the basin of water, and most of her clothes were wet. But her eyes were closed, as if she didn't know anything about it, and she kept the action of falling and did not move a minute.

Suddenly dark clouds accumulated in the sky, and several muffled thunders sounded.

A heavy rain seems to be imminent.

However, the clothes that had been washed and dried before dawn were still swaying in the wind, and no one came to collect them.

After a while, the raindrops the size of beans fell "crackling", the air was cold, and all the pedestrians on the street dispersed, and soon only an empty bluestone road remained.

Xie's house was as silent as a tomb.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the heavy rain. He gradually got closer, and showed his face under the umbrella, and it was Xie Yuanmao.

He held a paper umbrella brushed with tung oil and went straight to the corridor.

In the pouring rain, he suddenly slammed like a knife, splitting the rain curtain, sharp, direct, and purposeful.

After a while, he stood in front of the door of a room and threw his wet umbrella on Fang Zhu, who was crooked by the door with his eyes closed.

Fang Zhu's hand was still holding a corner of the bamboo-colored curtain, hanging softly there.

The corner of the curtain was pulled out of her palm, Xie Yuanmao raised his foot and entered, the cold light flashed on his right hand, he seemed to remember something, turned around suddenly, leaned over and raised his hand, and slashed heavily at Fangzhu's neck. Blood immediately spurted out, and Xie Yuanmao's hand couldn't help but tremble.

The first time he killed someone, he was still a little afraid.

He wiped the dagger on Fangzhu's clothes with a calm face, straightened his waist, and continued to turn his head and walk inside, his steps staggering slightly.

He has never been a bold person, and this time is no exception, but inexplicably, looking at the blood red stained on the tips of his fingers, the heart in his chest is "pounding" like a drum.

Fear mixed with excitement, like the first time you took Goshisan.

He lowered his hands and took a deep breath.

The room was also quiet, and he didn't immediately go to the Song family, but searched for the maid named Fangzhu.

Got it!

Fang Zhu fell to the ground, her head down, and her hand was still stretched forward, showing that she had struggled hard before fainting.

Xie Yuanmao squatted down beside her and said quietly: "It's a pity, after being poisoned by Dr. Lu, the struggle is just a waste of strength." After speaking, he turned Fangzhu over, raised his hand and stabbed her heart.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

He was startled, and in a panic, he reached out to break it open, just in time to catch a glimpse of Fang Zhu staring at him, and a little blood foam gushed out of the corner of his mouth. He panicked so much that he couldn't help her, so he just desperately stabbed at her.

I don't know how many stabs I stabbed before the hand was weakly released.

Xie Yuanmao sat on the ground, sweating profusely. (To be continued......)

PS: There will be an update later.,This paragraph is a little tangled.,In the card.,It's a little slow.,I'm sorry I've been waiting for a long time~~ What's that.,The scumbag dad will die.,Don't worry...... Everyone panicked as soon as I was in a hurry~o(>_