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Song Zhao and Yang Ping would not have thought that someone would sneak behind them, and they were also a literati who seemed to be powerless. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They paid too much attention to the "meat ticket" in front of them, Song Wanwan, and relaxed their guard. After so many days of observation, Yang Ping is already very clear about her daily life, and she chooses to do it at this time during the Dragon Boat Festival, and the helpless blind girl will not have anyone to save her at all.

Thinking of Song Wanwan's graceful and graceful figure, Yang Ping surged with an evil fire, licked his dry lips, and thought that he could finally loosen his shoulders on the belly of the girl, and couldn't help but show an evil smile.

Approaching dusk, Wenqiao Lane is quiet and sparsely populated, today's Dragon Boat Festival Hangzhou downtown garden fair, the empty alley seems cold and thin, except for the sound of canes knocking back and forth on the masonry moss, almost no person's voice can be heard. Song Zhao and Yang Ping slowed their pace, trying to follow as carefully as possible about fifty steps behind her. And Chen Zhongqing followed after a hundred steps, staring at the two ill-intentioned bandits in front of him.

The four of them walked peacefully for a while, until Song Wanwan returned to the small courtyard, and Song Zhao and Yang Ping, who were following behind, hurriedly sped up and took advantage of the cover of twilight to get into the edge of the alley wall next to her.

However, Chen Zhongqing's speed was faster, he ran on tiptoe, tried to reduce the sound, ran to the back wall of the small courtyard, clinged to the low wall with both hands, and turned over with a little force.

Before Song Wanwan entered the door, he tiptoed into the boudoir through the window, and as soon as he entered the room, a special fragrance came to his nose, and Chen Zhongqing hid behind the door and held his breath.

With a babbling sound, the wooden door of the wing room was opened, and Chen Zhongqing could almost feel the wooden door touching his nose. Song Wanwan groped into the boudoir, the whole wing room was shrouded in darkness, and the blind female luthier didn't need a lamp and candle in the first place.

In the dim light, he saw a short and thin figure come in, apparently the two people who entered the door one after the other did not notice Chen Zhongqing lurking in the darkness. He was like a wolf lurking in the dark, staring at the damn rat with a grim look. The other party's movements were very light, even Song Wanwan, who had excellent hearing, didn't notice that there was another person lurking in the dark, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and quickly stepped forward to cover Song Wanwan's mouth.

In a panic, Song Wanwan resisted desperately, and even kicked the chair down with her feet, but Yang Ping didn't give her a chance to resist, and the handkerchief was sprinkled with secret drugs, and soon Song Wanwan fainted. Yang Ping took the thin girl and threw it on the bed, and by the way, he threw aside all the "guys" he was carrying, and said to himself while untying his clothes, "Hehe, the girl can't help it, Lao Tzu has no grievances with you, Qin Gongzi let us spend money to do things, and we can't stand it." Tsk, this girl smells so good. ”

Yang Ping groped around and found that there were not even oil lamps and candles, so he remembered that this woman was blind, and couldn't help but scold.

Chen Zhongqing has been holding back, and after he put down the knife in his arms, he immediately flashed out of the door, he had been getting used to the dark atmosphere with his eyes closed, aimed at the thin and obscene back, and quickly rushed behind him, and wiped the quicklime in his hand on the face of the defenseless Yang Ping.

The sudden pain in his eyes made him immediately cover his eyes with both hands, and Chen Zhongqing's movements were faster, quickly covering his mouth, and stabbing the knife into his abdomen, the sharp pain made him want to scream, but his mouth was tightly covered by a pair of hands stained with lime.

Yang Ping really didn't expect that there was another person hiding in the room, so he let down his guard, and the knife was thrown aside, and the burning pain in his abdomen made his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Chen Zhongqing was calm and terrifying, even if he killed someone, he didn't blink his eyes. After the attack, it was going according to his plan, and he whispered, "Shh, don't make a sound, be quiet, it's okay, the knife just pierced you in the abdomen, and you won't be able to die for a while." I'd like to ask a question right now, and all you have to do is nod or shake your head. The prince of Qin that you just said was not Qin Shaoyou, the prince of the Qin family, the imperial merchant of Hangzhou silk weaving? ”

The understatement was fine, but it made Yang Ping stare at him, and he didn't know how to answer his words for a while, but thinking that half of the knife was still in his stomach, he didn't know what the other party would do, so he had to nod desperately and try to drag him down. As long as Song Zhao, who was guarding outside, came in, the other party alone couldn't help him who was as strong as an ox.

Chen Zhongqing pondered for a while, quickly sorted out the ins and outs, and probably knew what was going on. So he asked again, "Did he pay you to move this girl, and then make some money to let you get away with it?" ”

was forced to do this, no matter what question Chen Zhongqing asked, he could only nod, because the short knife had pierced his skin, and it might cut his throat in the next second.

The people outside seemed to hear something coming from the house, and stepped forward and asked, "Yang Ping, what's the fuck going on with you?" Has it softened? ”

Chen Zhongqing covered his mouth tightly, while pretending to pant heavily, he lowered his voice, trying to look like the other party's tone, "It's okay, your fucking old man is still doing things, I'll call you later." ”

The strong man outside who was full of oppression was too nervous to hear the difference in tone, and scolded with a smile, "You kid hurry up, I still have to go after I finish it." ”

"yes, got it."

After saying this, Chen Zhongqing stabbed Yang Ping in the left abdomen twice, aimed at the position of the kidney, and stabbed three times in a row. After stabbing him, he let go of his hand, Chen Zhongqing strangled his neck with his hand, and whispered, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you say it or not." But alas, you and the guy outside will have to die today. ”

Thoughtful and calm, ruthless and vicious, Yang Ping was already terrified to the extreme, what kind of ruthless guy could make such a game.

His mouth was stuffed with too much quicklime, his tongue and eyes were tormented by the blazing pain repeatedly, and when Chen Zhongqing let go of his hand, Yang Ping staggered to his feet, and staggered out of the chamber before his eyes could still see the last faint sight.

There was a burning pain in his abdomen and on the left side, and Yang Ping could even feel the blood flowing between his fingers, and even his consciousness gradually blurred. Yang Ping's mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't open his mouth anymore, except for the gurgling sound in his throat, and the mouth and throat that were almost burned after the quicklime was stained with saliva.

Vicious, I originally thought it was an ordinary geisha, but I didn't expect such a terrible thickening to be hidden behind him.

However, he obviously didn't have the opportunity to see the scene that Chen Zhongqing did behind his back, so he unhurriedly took out the fire fold and hemp thunder from his arms, and then lit the fuse, grabbed it in his hand and calculated the time before starting.

When Yang Ping, whose face was covered with blood, came out of the boudoir, Song Zhao couldn't believe that he would make a look, he hurriedly met and wanted to support the crumbling other party, but saw something in the darkness splashing towards him.

Song Zhao thought it was a secret weapon, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it. It wasn't until I held it in my hand that I saw it clearly, this was a modified firecracker, and the big one was a bit exaggerated.

Song Zhao hadn't thrown the firecracker out yet, and the fuse had already burned to the end.

"Smack."

A sharp and piercing loud bang exploded in the small courtyard, and even the trees were shaken, and the Ma Leizi, who was specially modified by Chen Zhongqing, exerted the greatest killing effect, and several broken fingers drew a half-arc in mid-air and fell on the grass.

Half of his hands were blown off, and his face and chest were blurred with flesh and blood. Yang Ping, who was like a small mountain, lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Zhongqing, who was holding a short knife, walked out of the chamber with a hideous face.

A hairy little ghost?

Seeing a weak scholar coming out of the darkness, even the strong Song Zhao's eyes widened, the explosion of the firecracker just now blinded one eye, and the blood flowing from his forehead was all pasted on half of his face. I could only barely see Chen Zhongqing wipe the blood on his face and walk towards him.

The literati dressed in green clothes had a yin owl on his face that did not match his immaturity, looked at the two dying people who fell to the ground, and finally showed his knife.

"You...... Who the hell is it? ”

Song Zhao has seen too many ruthless outlaws, but he has never seen this kind of powerless scholar kill people with knives, and that ruthlessness is as good as the outlaws he has seen.

He no longer had the strength to stand up, and watched Chen Zhongqing cut Yang Ping's throat with a knife, and watched him swallow his last breath.

The fear before he died made him, "Don't kill...... I, I say everything...... It was Qin Shaoyou who spent fifty taels of silver to instruct us to do it...... He's behind it......"

Chen Zhongqing stabbed him in the back with a knife and said softly, "I know all this, I'll tell you another news before you die, I had a holiday with the surname Qin before, so he didn't dare to touch me, and turned to this girl, hehe, what kind of bullshit is this big family in Hangzhou, you are used to flying and domineering, and you really think you are the king of heaven?" ”

Chen Zhongqing pressed his knee against his spine, raised another knife, aimed it at Song Zhao's neck, and said with a sneer, "I'll tell you another thing in the end, when Bianliang's limelight passes, my family will rise to the top." I owe him this account first. ”

The knife raised above his head slashed down.

"At that time, the surname Qin will also be unlucky!"