Thinking of how many times she had passed by the target she was going to snipe, she felt a little annoyed in her heart.

This officer was very cunning, and when he was at home, he would send a team of red-clothed soldiers with foreign guns (shipmasters and sailors) to take care of his home, and when he went out, he always sat on the kind of large foreign ships with smoke and cannons.

Like this time, she wanted to do something on his way to the capital, but she didn't want him to take the boat again.

And those oceanic warships, she can't get on anyway.

After learning that his destination was the capital, she hurried to the capital.

Although she knew that assassinating him in the heavily guarded capital of the government would definitely cause a lot of trouble, it was still easier to kill him on a foreign warship.

"Just wait! This time, I'm not going to let you slip away! You wicked man who has taken refuge in foreigners! She thought to herself with hatred.

And her hatred for that official is mainly because of foreign smoke.

When the "boss" first arranged for her to get rid of him, he said a lot of reasons, such as selling herself to foreigners, buying foreign rice to help the victims and poisoning the people, opening a foreign school to recruit orphans to learn foreign devils, and colluding with the French to betray Vietnam and make the Black Flag Army an enemy (the Black Flag Army belongs to the Heaven and Earth Society), etc., in order to increase her hatred for him (probably knowing that women are emotional animals) and better complete the assassination mission. But what the "boss" may not know is that her hatred for him comes more from the fact that he took ** tax to buy a foreign ship.

The thing she hated most in her life was foreign smoke.

Since she was a child, she has witnessed the lives of too many people, ruined by foreign smoke.

And this person actually took money from the foreign cigarette tax in order to build a foreign steamer!

That alone would have made him deserve death!

I heard from the master that this person is still the descendant of Lord Lin Wenzhonglin, who sold cigarettes in Humen back then, but now he has betrayed his ancestors! Moreover, as a Han Chinese, he actually formed a foreign alliance to help cadres and prevent the southerners from recovering the Damin country!

"What Lin Wenzhong after the prince! It's just a deception! She said with contempt in her heart.

In terms of life, he is not much worse than him.

The master told her early on that he was the fifteenth grandson of the Zhou King of the Damin Dynasty, Hong Jixiao (the thirteenth King of Zhou)!

Her surname is Hong! It's called Hong Xueyan! He is a descendant of the Daemin royal family!

And now, her name is Zhu Xueyan. Although only a few people know this name, she still hates it.

The master talked about the ancestors who scattered all their wealth and defended Kaifeng to resist Zhang thieves, and every time he cried for it, he was always proud of the ancestors' heroic deeds.

What Lin Wenzhong Gonghumen sells cigarettes to resist foreigners, in her eyes, he is just a dog slave of the Boqian puppet dynasty!

What are Lin Wenzhong's descendants! It should be his luck to die in the hands of the descendants of the Damin royal family!

One day, she will recover Damin's country! Revert to her original surname!

It was late at night.

A small town appeared ahead.

Zhu Xueyan rode into the town, and there was no one on the street, so they all hid in the house. No one wants to come out in the dark like this.

Zhu Xueyan seemed to be very familiar with this town, she galloped on horseback, rounded a few streets, and came to an inn with a plaque of "Yongle Inn".

Although it was late at night, most of the people in the inn had fallen asleep, but there was a man standing at the door, waiting to greet the guests who would not show up at such a time.

This person had been looking at the dark and gloomy streets, and didn't seem to notice Zhu Xueyan's arrival.

"Are there any rooms available here?" Zhu Xueyan sat on the horse, looked at the people at the door, and asked.

"Coincidentally, this is not the peak season for trade, there are not many guests, and there are still vacant rooms." The visitor smiled and replied.

Zhu Xueyan got off the horse, walked straight into the inn, and left behind her the words "Guest officer, please wait". Some people never wait, only the dead wait, endlessly, waiting for impossible rebirth.

There will never be no guests in the lobby of Yongle Inn, just as people will never die. There are many ways to die a person, and there are many ways to live at Yongle Inn. But no matter what the guests in the inn were at this time, they would only be surprised after Zhu Xueyan came in. Zhu Xueyan didn't care at all, sat down at an empty table, took off her veil, and put her bags on the floor beside her.

ran to the hall to greet her, Zhu Xueyan said: "Take this wine and heat it up, and then have a few side dishes." ”

Seeing the exquisite silver wine jug in Zhu Xueyan's hand, the runner was startled, quickly took it carefully, and ran to the back hall.

The wine was quickly warmed and delivered, there were a few dishes of side dishes, a few glasses of wine, the chill brought by the galloping horse all the way just now had been dispelled, Zhu Xueyan was about to move, in the laughter and scolding on the other table, a man who was drinking red stood up, and staggered to Zhu Xueyan.

The man propped up the table with his hands, bent over, stretched his neck, and pounced on Zhu Xueyan with a mouth full of wine unscrupulously, "Girl, are you lonely?" Or...... I want you to accompany you...... ...... in a moment"

Zhu Xueyan was still expressionless, just glanced at the man's left foot, and suddenly turned his foot over, kicking the drunk out of the distance.

The whole lobby watched with interest. Everyone here knows that both men and women dare to mess around on the road, and there is no way to do it.

After the man got up, he said with a smile: "It's good, it's good, it's better to come to my table and make two more cups......"

The entire lobby laughed loudly, but Zhu Xueyan ignored it and called to the hall to ask about the guest room.

"But I don't know if the guest officer wants to live in an ordinary room or go to the room?"

"Naturally, it's the upper room."

"There are still two ...... left in the upper room"

"Give me the one facing the street."

"Great!"

After Zhu Xueyan finished eating, after a while, she went to the shopkeeper to get the key and led her to the upper room.

The doors of the upper rooms here are all wooden and vermilion. It is engraved with a delicate openwork character story pattern. Although the room type and furnishings are completely different. But it's about the size of a small family.

On either side of the main room there are two cubicles. One of them is a storage room for guests to put their belongings. Zhu Xueyan called the runaway to feed her horse, and the runaway retreated.

After Zhu Xueyan closed the door, she slept in a wide suit.

Sleep is always comfortable and restful, especially on a comfortable and warm round bed. Sleep always presents dreams and memories, and then they touch the most painful and weak parts of the human heart. So sleep is always the time when a person has the most flaws, and no killer will give up this opportunity. Dying in sleep is undoubtedly the best way to die, however, not many people want to die.

So even in her sleep, Zhu Xueyan will not let her guard down.

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