In the private room, Wang Chao stood at the table, and by the candlelight on the table, he looked at the fierce-looking man opposite with great interest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The person who was brought up was named Zhu Zhendong, and he was called Zhu Butcher. It is said that he was just a butcher who killed pigs in his early years, a native of Xi'an, and later somehow killed someone, carrying two lives on his back, before escaping from Guanzhong and licking blood on the knife.

Speaking of which, this man is also solid enough, he used to be a butcher, and he is still a butcher. It's just that he used to kill pigs every day, but now he often kills ------ living people!

In fact, this person's martial arts are not the best, there are more people downstairs than him, but as soon as I heard that the person I want to kill has a very high status, and he is a student of the school, many people dare not take this job.

Ordinary people die one or two, but there is not much of a problem, as long as the hands and feet are clean, and then leave the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Mansion as quickly as possible, it is difficult for the government to find out something.

After the limelight passes, come back with a different identity, and you can still be at ease.

And if a Xiucai is killed, then the problem is big. First of all, it is impossible for the government not to go all out to investigate, and secondly, it may also arouse the anger of the gentry class, and once these people jointly put pressure on the government, they will have to fight hard for a while.

At that time, if the owner of Ruyi Building can't cover it, the unlucky one can only be himself.

Just when the man made him look a little impatient, Wang Chaoli said loudly: "The person in charge said, you are bold and careful, and you have never missed?" ”

As soon as Zhu Zhendong heard this, he thought that he wanted to let himself kill a lot of people, and couldn't help but ask angrily: "What kind of skills are you talking about?" ”

"He's got a knack for farts!"

Wang Chaoli's face was full of disdain, and he sneered: "At most, I have learned two-handed fist and foot kung fu, and I can use it to bluff people." ”

Syllable------

When Zhu Zhendong heard this, he slapped the table with his big hand and said, "Then what else is there to say?" If you can't even kill a literati, I wish the butcher won't have to mess around! ”

"And you took the job?"

"Take it."

"Done!"

Wang Chaoli's body leaned forward slightly, looked at the other party's face full of horizontal flesh up close, and said with a light smile: "The person in charge must have told you too, right?" This son is not short of silver, three hundred taels, buy him Lu Cheng's life! ”

"Three hundred taels, will it be too little?" Zhu Zhendong looked a little reluctant.

Three hundred taels is actually not less, usually he kills someone for only one hundred taels, but that is the value of ordinary people. Xiucai, he really hasn't killed it, but so many people downstairs don't dare to take this job, so he naturally has some bargaining confidence.

Besides, the employer in front of me didn't say that he was not short of money, so he should ask more.

"Ho ------"

Wang Chaoli didn't expect that the other party would be too little, so he asked quietly: "Three hundred taels is not enough?" How much do you want? ”

Zhu Butcher raised the big hand on the table, spread his palm and shook it at him, and gestured: "I heard that Lu Cheng is the head of the case, and I don't dare to ask for more, just five hundred taels." ”

"Five hundred taels ------"

Wang Chaoli groaned, nodded lightly and said, "Five hundred taels is five hundred taels!" According to the rules, I will pay half of it first, and then I will pay you the remaining fifty percent after the deed is completed, but I have to add one more condition------"

"What are the conditions?"

"Hehe, it's simple------ I want you to cut off Lu Cheng's life!" Wang Chaoli said with a smile.

"What should I do, this is not a problem! When can I do it? ”

"The sooner the better!"

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Ten miles from the south of the city, Zhangjiazhuang.

Zhang He stood under the eaves of the corridor with his hands in his hands, and the cold moonlight shone through the eaves of the porch, shining on the hem of his shirt, reflecting an afterimage, just like his messy mood at this time.

He stared blankly ahead, the candlelit West Wing, and his thoughts returned to more than ten years ago.

That year, his wife died of illness, and Zhang He, who was in the prime of life, stood in front of his bed and listened to her last words before parting.

"Official, you don't have to be sad, the concubine has been with you for so many years, and she is already satisfied------"

To this day, Zhang He can still clearly remember that his wife was lying on the sickbed at that time, holding her hand reluctantly, and babbling a lot with tears in her eyes: "The concubine is the sinner of your Zhang family, and she has not been able to give birth to a son for you for many years, continuing the incense of the Zhang family------ after the concubine leaves, the official must continue to be a good match, so as to make up for my sins------ that is, I can't let people bully our son, so ------ then I am under Jiuquan, and I am also at ease------

The past is vivid, and every time he recalls this scene, Zhang He, a strong man, can't help but cry.

In her early years, she wandered the rivers and lakes, and her wife suffered a lot, and she didn't want to leave ruthlessly before she had time to enjoy a few days of good life. In the past ten years, Zhang He has silently complied with all his wife's wishes, but he has not found another lady to fill the house.

"Xinlian, this time, for the sake of the husband, or let Zijun, this girl be bullied, you must be complaining about me, right?"

Under the moonlight, Zhang He muttered to himself, as if his surviving wife was right in front of him: "She has locked herself in the house for a day and a night, and she doesn't want to eat a bite of food, how can this be good?" ”

At this moment, the room in front of him suddenly darkened, and Zhang Zijun blew out the candle.

Zhang He didn't have to guess to know that his daughter didn't want to rest when she put out the candle, but knew that she was outside, so she made an appearance to show herself.

"Long pain is better than short pain, after a while, let's find a good family for him."

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, returned to his usual serious appearance, and continued to say to himself: "It's better to marry someone else's family and give others a headache than to torture me every day------

"Second Uncle ------" A slightly chubby young man appeared behind Zhang He at this time.

"Well, did you find it?"

Zhang He turned around, looked at his nephew Zhang Chengqing and asked, "Who were the people who robbed your eldest brother that day?" ”

"Those people are actually ------"

Zhang Chengqing looked a little hesitant. Seeing this, Zhang He couldn't help frowning, and his expression was a little displeased: "Hmm? ”

"It's Jinyiwei!"

"What ?!!"

Rao is Zhang He is used to seeing big scenes, and he was also startled by his words.

You must know that Jinyiwei is the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, and he is an eagle dog raised by the monarchs of previous dynasties. In today's world, this institution is a formidable existence.

Of course, the common people of the people don't have much opportunity to deal with Jinyiwei, but many people have heard of Jinyiwei's name.

Jinyi Wei has stationed personnel in all provinces. Although the local Jinyiwei does not have as much real power as the Jinyiwei in the north and south of Beijing, the local officials also have a respectful attitude towards it.

Zhang He never thought that the helper Lu Cheng found that day would be Jinyiwei's person.

So, what is the identity of this Lu family boy?

"Second uncle, what should we do next?" Zhang Chengqing asked.

"No more looks!"

Zhang He waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Tell those bastard boys, give me some peace, don't provoke Lu Cheng again!" ”

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【Listing Testimonials】

Unknowingly, it has been more than two months since the book was released, and the number of words in "The Scholar" has reached more than 300,000, and it is time to put it on the shelves.

First of all, I would like to thank the editors who have been supporting me, the editor-in-charge Xu Xu, the editor Huya and the sharp great, my editor-in-charge Xu Xu has given me a lot of help and guidance, and continues to give me good recommendations, thank you very much!

Then, of course, I want to thank all the friends who have been silently supporting, silently voting for Qingtian, with the support of the lovely you, only then can I have the power to code words, I must thank you! ^_^

I know that as soon as I talk about putting it on the shelf, some friends may not be very happy, because putting it on the shelf means entering V, which means that it costs money to read books. Of course, old readers should understand this very well.

The front ones are all public chapters.,That is, it's completely free.,Qingtian can't get a penny from it.,But he still has to force himself to work hard every day------ someone will say.,Two chapters a day.,Sometimes one chapter is also conscientious?

I want to say, yes, it's really conscientious.

Each book is the author's painstaking effort, and I believe that few people will treat their own works perfunctorily. From before the book opened, Qingtian was thinking about how to write the beginning, and after the beginning, although there was an outline, he would still think about how to write the story better and be more popular with readers.

Perhaps, I don't have much time to sit in front of the computer to really code words, and I don't have a handicap, but when I think about the plot, I often spend more time and more brain power.

To be honest, I'm envious of those authors who can change 10,000 words a day, I can also type so many words a day, but the brain circuit can't keep up, and I'm still a part-time codeword, and I have to work early in the morning------ I'm really not crippled, but my head turns slowly, but please don't scold me N------

Often in the shaping and cohesion of the plot, I ask myself to do better, which of course refers to my current ability. After all, everyone's talent and progress after writing a book are different, so when it comes to expressing it, it will also seem uneven.

Some readers are more emotional, and when they see a certain plot that they are not satisfied with, they may curse. In this regard, I can only bear it silently, and I will try my best to change it. Purely blind, I still have to wear a bulletproof helmet, so as not to be sprayed and can't think of the eunuch------

It's a long bit of chatter, so let's get here first.

Qingtian won't talk about the redundant words.,I hope you can support the genuine.,To read at the starting point.,There's no way to force it for the time being.,At least the first order to support it.,It's still possible to do it, right?

Well, tomorrow at 12 o'clock at noon, the VIP chapter will be opened in the background, but if it is updated, it should be the same as before, and it can only be written in the afternoon to evening, because I still haven't saved the manuscript------

As for the amount of updates,Tomorrow is the first day on the shelves.,I'll work hard to code three chapters.,It's more than three chapters in the future.,But I don't dare to pack a ticket for this.。 Under normal circumstances, two shifts will be maintained.

Finally, let's end with a poem that I like personally, and express my feelings (although I don't have much to do with this thing).

Full of absurdities,

A handful of bitter tears.

Du Yun is an idiot,

Who understands the taste?