"I hope our wise majesty won't understand too late." Kondlachenko sighed.

"What are you writing these days?" Kondrachenko asked curiously, noticing a thick stack of papers on Makarov's desk.

"A detailed account of the naval battles I have experienced and a summary of my experience." Makarov looked at the summary that happened to be due today, and his face showed a look of relief, "This is the most precious thing I left in this world, and it is finally completed today, even if I am asked to leave this world now, I have no regrets." ”

"Don't say that, dear Stepan? Ospovic, you'll be fine. Hearing Makarov's words of pessimism and disappointment, Kondrachenko comforted him.

As soon as Kondrachenko finished speaking, the iron door outside made a loud noise, and then it was opened, and a prison guard in a blue uniform and a large-brimmed hat walked in.

Kondrachenko and Makarov stopped talking in unison and sat down on the edge of their beds.

After Makarov sat down, he remembered the manuscript on his desk, and he was about to get up to put it away, but the prison guard came straight to the door of his cell.

Through the barred gate, Makarov looked at the prison prisoner.

"Stepan? Ospovic? Major Makarov? The prison warden's gaze lingered on the manuscript on the table for a moment, and then asked.

"Yes." Makarov replied.

"You're free." The prison guard looked at him for a moment and said calmly.

"What?" Makarov was taken aback.

"You're free, Major Makarov." The prison guard stretched out his hand to the side. A jailer opens the folder. Took out a piece of paper and handed it to him. He took it and took a look at it, handing the paper to Makarov.

"This is an amnesty decree signed against you by His Majesty the Honorable and Merciful Tsar, Major Makarov, from the moment the order is communicated to you, from now on, you are free." The prison guard said in that calm and indifferent tone, "You can pack up your things and get out of here today." ”

"Great!" Here Makarov has not yet reacted. Kondrachenko was already jumping for joy over there, "Congratulations, Stepan? Ospovich! That's great! ”

Makarov had been staring blankly at the amnesty decree in his hand, and only then did he come back to his senses, he took a deep breath and calmed down.

At this time, the prison guard had already turned and walked towards the gate, Makarov looked at Kondrachenko, and asked loudly at the back of the prison guard: "Isn't there an amnesty order from Captain Kondrachenko?" ”

The prison guard stopped, turned around and looked at him with some amusement, "No." He looked at Kondrachenko. Not everyone has your good luck, Major Makarov. I think Captain Kondrachenko is going to be here for a long time. He finished. I went out without looking back.

The jailers closed the iron door again, and Makarov looked at Kondrachenko and said firmly: "Don't worry! My friend, I will write to His Majesty the Honorable and Merciful Tsar, asking him to issue another pardon to release you and return you to the army. ”

"Thank you, my friend." Kondrachenko said gratefully.

At this time, Makarov's eyes suddenly appeared in front of the figure of the beautiful Russian female doctor Natalia who had treated him, and he made up his mind not only to let Kondrachenko get pardon, but also to let Natalia and her companions also receive the grace of the Tsar.

Makarov, who had regained his freedom, did not want to stay in this prison for another minute, so he packed up his things and went through the formalities of being released from prison that day, and when he came to the outside of the prison, he heard the heavy iron door closing behind him, and felt the warm sun shining on him, and he felt a little dizzy.

Makarov came out into the street, and when he saw some newspaper boys selling newspapers, he went over and bought one, and in this prison he and Kondrachenko were military officers and could read newspapers, but the newspapers provided in the prison were often expired for many days, so that they could not keep abreast of the outside world.

After Makarov bought a newspaper, he sat on a bench on the side of the street and read it, and several eye-catching news in the newspaper first caught his eye.

"The Qianguo Navy is assembled at Dagukou and is preparing to conduct military exercises!"

"There is a large-scale riot in Hokkaido, Japan!"

"Shen Youdan, the most important governor in the south of Qianguo, died of illness! Ministers of various countries in Beijing issued a statement of condolence! ”

Makarov carefully read the newspaper, and only then did he understand what was happening in the East, and he could not help but secretly worry about the situation in Russia in the East.

At this time, Makarov would not have imagined that the most terrible enemy he would face in the future, who had caused a huge storm in Japan, had quietly started to act again.

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Hangzhou City, Abacus Hutong, Tingfeng Restaurant.

"Actually, five hundred taels of silver is not too much to kill a person," the Tsing Yi scribe at the table held a small silver knife and trimmed his nails carelessly, "After all, killers have to risk their heads, and what we do in this business is to be fair to both parties." ”

A pot of tea has been brewed light and tasteless, and the sun has set from the heart of heaven to the corner of the west. In the Accord upstairs in Tingfeng Restaurant, the two have been sitting opposite each other for an hour, and Qu Feipeng's nails have been repaired for an hour. But no matter who looks at it, his gentle grinding of his nails is still so leisurely, not sticky to the slightest bit of fireworks.

"Qu Daxia, I know your price is fair, but I really only have so much," the white-clothed scholar opposite clasped the table with both hands, and almost couldn't help but kneel down and plead, "Even if I die, I will slash that vicious dog!" ”

"First," Qu Feipeng raised a slender white finger, "I'm not a hero, since you're looking for me, you won't know what I do." ”

"Second," another finger, "if you want to kill that enemy, you should practice martial arts yourself to kill him, buy murder, and I can't help you kill the enemy." ”

"Third," this time it was seven fingers that shook gently in front of the scholar, "five hundred taels of silver to kill Wang Zhiwu." It's already a price that couldn't be lower. If you think it's expensive. Please find another master. ”

Qu Feipeng sneered and looked at the white-clothed scholar, only to see his cold sweat and tears rolling down together, sad and helpless, almost to the point where he couldn't help himself. Such a scene, Qu Feipeng is really familiar. At this time, you can't be in a hurry, and if you are in a hurry, you will show your hole cards, and the price will not be raised.

The killer is doing business without capital, but he is risking his head to the ground. Therefore, the price is fundamentally on the supply and demand of both sides. When the long-haired soldiers were in turmoil, a white-flour steamed bun could buy a murderer, but now that the world is peaceful and prosperous, the buyer can't afford to pay a good price, so why should the killer take that big risk? As an intermediary, Qu Feipeng takes a commission according to the price, and he takes 30% of each order he introduces. This scholar pressed the price, and thirty percent of it was pressed on Qu Feipeng, where was Qu Feipeng so stupid?

With a "plop knock", the white-clothed scholar finally knelt down in front of Qu Feipeng regardless of his face: "Qu Daxia." You save Xiaosheng this time, and you will be a cow and a horse in the next life. Xiaosheng also wants to repay your kindness! ”

Qu Feipeng picked up the herbal tea and took a sip with an expressionless face, his long sleeves covered it, but he frowned quietly. He is the most impatient with this kind of thing, and he only talks about snowflakes and silver in the business field, and he laughs about revenge. He likes the kind of underworld characters who are generous, and he also likes guests who are easy to talk about. The white-clothed scholar, the wet flour that he can't shake off, is the kind of guest he hates the most.

"Ma Gongzi," Qu Feipeng, who put down the teacup, was still smiling, "As far as I know, the Ma family is one of the few big families in Kaifeng City, and they refuse to give out only five hundred taels of silver, so they don't have the sincerity to kill, right?" ”

The scholar in white is Ma Xiuwen, the third young master of the Ma family in Hangzhou, and he can be regarded as the number one among the elegant sons in Hangzhou. But at this time, Ma Xiuwen dragged a long cry, his face was full of tears, and he knelt at Qu Feipeng's feet one after another and kowtowed: "Qu Daxia doesn't know, Xiaosheng was born in the side room, and the family has always looked down on Xiaosheng." As for the three hundred taels of silver, Xiaosheng sold the jewelry left by his mother, and even if you peeled Xiaosheng's skin, it would be difficult to get half a tael more. ”

"Even my mother's jewelry was sold, just to avenge a nameless woman?" Qu Feipeng sneered, "Ma Sangongzi is actually an infatuated lover, and it is also a blessing that the dead woman can meet an idiot like Ma Sangongzi." ”

When he said this, Ma Xiuwen burst into tears, kowtowing more than once: "Qu Daxia, if you don't miss Hui'er's pitiful death, but also miss Xiaosheng's infatuation, just be gracious once!" ”

"Alas, it's okay, you go back, I just want to find a way, but it may not work out," Qu Feipeng finally waved his hand and sighed.

"Thank you, Hero Qu!" Ma Xiuwen looked excited, as if he had been born from death, kowtowed three times fiercely, and withdrew from Accord.

Qu Feipeng was the only one left in the Accord, and there was already a starry night outside the railing, a weeping willow tree covering the moon, and the spring breeze was coming. Qu Feipeng smiled lightly and casually turned his head out of the railing.

"Hahahaha, Brother Qu is so idle!" A man laughed and opened the curtain and broke in.

"Running around all day long, just to eat a full meal, where can I talk about leisure?" Qu Feipeng chuckled and replied, "There is no good wine, only tea, drink a cup to quench your thirst." ”

The burly man who came in smiled, took a sip of tea and said, "Who doesn't know that you are the abacus essence of Qu Feipeng?" Those of us who kill a man will not get five or six hundred taels of silver, and if you use your mouth to buy and sell a single deal, you will also get two or three hundred taels of silver. We do one in three or five months, and you are afraid that you will have to do six or seven orders of business a month, what is our money from selling coolies in your eyes, brother? ”

Qu Feipeng smiled indifferently: "But if the government wants to arrest it, it is easiest to catch those of us who talk about it." Let's not talk about anything else, there is a mess right now, are you interested in doing it? ”

"The next three indiscriminate?" The man said curiously, "It depends on how bad it is, I'm not afraid of the other party's hard hand, I'm afraid that there won't be much money." ”

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