The female assassin can't be soft, so she comes to the hard one, but unfortunately she met Zhao Xian, who is soft and hard. "Shut up and go back to sleep with my grandfather!" Zhao Xian was unmoved by the threat and temptation of this woman, at this time the streets were full of officers and soldiers, and pedestrians could appear in the alley at any time, so he climbed over the courtyard wall, walked quietly from the roof, and walked to his own small courtyard.

The female assassin threatened several times to no avail, so she could only give up the struggle, and was carried by Zhao Xian to fate, with an injury on her shoulder, and the weather was cold, her face was pale, and her breath became weaker and weaker, and finally she didn't even have the strength to whisper, and gradually fainted.

Seeing this, Zhao Xian hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed to his small courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, Zhao Xian secretly glanced outside the door a few times, the courtyard was empty, and Huayu was not at home, so Zhao Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Yu was extremely concerned about Zhao Xian, and did not want Zhao Xian's safety to be threatened in the slightest, if he knew that he had taken the risk of killing his head and carried back an assassin who assassinated the imperial court officials, he would probably be angry to death. Zhao Xian carried the female assassin into his hut and threw it on top of the soft futon, because Zhao Xian lived in this room, it was more messy, and there were bottles and cans, as well as handmade gadgets by Zhao Xian.

Carrying a person over the wall and running so far, Zhao Xian was also tired and panting, a layer of fine sweat floated on his forehead, and his hot snort condensed into a white mist in the cold air, he looked down at himself a few times, the coarse cloth robe was already stained with the blood of the female assassin, and the skin was cold and uncomfortable, so he hurriedly took off the blood-stained robe, ready to find a piece of clothing to change into.

The female assassin was thrown on the futon, and the sharp pain of the wound caused a slight muffled grunt, and she woke up in a daze, her weak eyes open a small slit. But as soon as she saw it in a daze, she was scared awake, Zhao Xian was taking off his clothes in a hurry, the strong muscles on his body were bulging high, and the naked eye could see the wide chest, the heart was beating vigorously, and he was completely panting like a cow and 'lustful and attacking'.

Thinking of the scene of this man as strong as a bull, ravaging his fragile body, the female assassin was frightened, her slender arms supported the bedding, and she wanted to turn over, but she fell down in pain as soon as she wanted to stand up, she coughed a few times angrily, and her heart was full of anger, she glared at Zhao Xian unwillingly, and said angrily: "If you dare to touch me, I won't let you go." After saying that, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Zhao Xian glanced at the bed inexplicably, and said in his heart: "You think you are a fairy, everyone wants to touch you, half-dead, I don't have such a heavy taste, it's a disappointment to make half of it dead." Zhao Xian ignored the cranky assassin, and after hiding the bloodstained robe, he quickly wiped off a few blood stains in the yard, and then ran into the backyard, pushed the door of Mr. Huahua's room and rummaged through.

The boudoir of the language of flowers, naturally much neater than Zhao Xian's house, the house is elegantly decorated, the reddish curtain, the diagonal opposite of the bed is a dresser, the copper mirror is placed in front of a few boxes of fat powder, there is an embroidery silk silk hanging on the wall, embroidered is a delicate and moving peony, next to the two lines of 'love and good night flower interpretation, meaning Mian Mian said warm jade fragrance', it was Zhao Xian in order not to practice words, to please her masterpiece, because of the hidden name of the flower language, she liked these two sentences, specially made embroidery and hung in the house.

Zhao Xian looked around a few times, opened the cabinet and took a look, but found no trace of the medicine box, his face couldn't help but be a little strange, and he muttered to himself: "Huayu went out to see people and took the medicine box away?" Zhao Xian didn't dare to delay, turned around and ran to the side of the embroidery bed, lifted the curtain and rummaged at the head of the bed, and grabbed a soft and smooth fabric when he wanted to reach out.

Zhao Xian was slightly surprised, felt that it felt good, picked it up and took a closer look, but he didn't expect it to be a warm yellow, exquisite workmanship, silky to start, embroidered with a white peony is beautiful, and with a touch of charming light**, I don't know if it is worn or not. Zhao Xian coughed lightly, his face showed a little strangeness, gently put it to his mouth and sniffed it, and then put the dirty clothes back in place, but when he raised his eyes, he found that there was a huge bloody handprint left on the small dirty clothes, which happened to be in the position of the left breast, so clear that even the fingerprints could be seen clearly.

Zhao Xian was shocked, only to remember that he had taken off his clothes just now, and his hands were stained with blood, if this was seen by Huayu, he would die, he hurriedly wiped it a few times, but unfortunately not only did not wipe it off, but wiped it more, and there were a few more finger marks on his right chest. In a hurry, Zhao Xian had no choice but to put the dirty clothes into his arms first, picked up the small medicine box at the bedside, and hurriedly walked out.

Huayu is a famous doctor in Nancheng, with an excellent reputation, Zhao Xian has heard and seen it since he was a child, and his medical skills are not clever, and he is still competent in things such as first aid and hemostasis. The female assassin was poisoned by an arrow wound, and her breath was extremely weak, but fortunately, the poison on this arrow was not violent, and its purpose was only to make people incapacitated, and they would not die in a short time, and there was still salvation.

Zhao Xian looked at it carefully, and then frowned, the poisonous arrow was only an inch long, it was like a thick poisonous needle, but there were barbs and blood grooves on it, if it was not cleared in time, if it was not poisoned, it would also die of excessive blood loss.

Zhao Xian used a knife to cut the clothes on the female assassin's shoulder, revealing a dazzling wound on the white and tender skin, and down was a white wrap on the chest, strangling the two plump balls inside, even so, the scale is very grand, if it is liberated, I am afraid it is not something that can be mastered by one hand. "No wonder this woman's breasts are a lot smaller today, it turned out to be strangled", Zhao Xian suddenly realized, at this time, the white chest was wrapped in white, and half of it had been dyed red, although the sultry scenery was about to come out, the bloody scene made people completely unable to think about other thoughts.

"You really do it, and you're not afraid of strangulation." Zhao Xian whispered to the fainting female assassin, then used a clean cotton cloth to press the wound around, the silver knife cut the black wound little by little, and a stream of dirty blood immediately gushed out, he took advantage of this to pinch the poisoned arrow and pull it out forcefully.

Although the female assassin had fainted, she still let out a dream-like cry of pain, and her face became whiter, and she couldn't even breathe, and she looked like she would lose her breath at any moment.

Zhao Xian hurriedly took out a medicine bottle from the medicine box, poured out one for her to take, and then squeezed out the dirty blood from the wound until red blood flowed out, then poured the medicine powder on it, bandaged it well, and frowned at the changes in the female assassin. In just a moment, the female assassin's face gradually regained a little blood, her breathing slowly stabilized, and her slender eyebrows were still wrinkled, but they were much better than before.

Finally rescued, Zhao Xian breathed a sigh of relief, covered her with a quilt, and began to do it, tidying up the messy house, because the female assassin left a lot of blood, Zhao Xian's bedding pillow was full of blood, if it was not cleaned up in time, Huayu came back and noticed it, it would be troublesome.

"Brother Xian, something is wrong!" Just as Zhao Xian replaced the bloodstained bedding with a new one, and before he had time to wash the dirty clothes, the reckless Hu Yidao rushed in from outside the courtyard and ran directly into his house, still holding the firewood knife that would never leave his body, I didn't know, I thought he was going to go in and cut people.

"Stop!" Zhao Xian shouted, quickly covered the assassin with the quilt, got out of the house, closed the door with his hand, and said angrily: "Why are you panicking, and you can't be beaten by Huang Tianba's girls again?" ”

Hu Yidao was pushed out, there was a trace of strangeness in the eyes of the little triangle, and he wanted to look into the room, but he was blocked by Zhao Xian's tall body, from the glimpse just now, he seemed to have found something, and a trace of an ambiguous smile appeared on his face, and he said in a loud voice: "Brother Xian, it's not righteous, such a good thing is hidden from my brother, is the girl inside?" Isn't it Xiaomeng's girl? Tut-tut......"

"What nonsense." Zhao Xian looked displeased, grabbed the back of Hu Yidao's neck, pushed him under the bare flower stand, and regardless of the snow on the recliner, sat on it and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Hu Yidao remembered the topic at this time, hurriedly sat down next to Zhao Xian, and asked, "Brother Xian, did you beat Ling Da Fat's subordinates?" ”

Human? Zhao Xian thought about it for a while, he hadn't beaten anyone in the past few days, let alone the person who was a fat man, if you want to talk about contact, that is, that little guy in Tsing Yi, does it mean him? Thinking of the 'heroic' scene of the little guy, Zhao Xian shook his head and smiled, and said, "Yes, what happened this morning, what's wrong?" ”

Hu slapped his thigh with a knife, and said with a worried face: "After the next person went back, he made Ling Da Fat Man's nose crooked, and said that he would clean you up, so he brought dozens of domestic servants, and went to Osmanthus Lane with firewood knives and sticks." ”

Zhao Xian was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Ling Xian to play so big, he took out the wine jar under the stone table and poured it, and said disdainfully: "I'm afraid that he won't succeed, where is he now?" ”

Hu Yidao's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "In the prison cell of the yamen." ”

"Poof!" Zhao Xian squirted out a sip of wine very gracelessly, and asked inexplicably, "Why?" Is there still one of us in the yamen? Could it be Huang Tianba..."

"Of course not." Hu Yidao also bent down to find a wine jar, and said with a smile: "It's Ling Da Fat Nod Back, I heard that this morning, Old Marquis Shen went back to Changzhou to visit relatives, and met an assassin outside your blacksmith shop, and someone died, and now the murderer is being caught all over the city, they are aggressive, they look like they are going to cut people, and they just met the patrol officer, the result can be imagined, they were beaten by a good pass, and they didn't dare to fight back, that scene, tsk tsk......"

Zhao Xian pursed his lips, sympathized with Ling Xian, and didn't pick a good time to fight, instead of hitting the muzzle of the gun, he couldn't help laughing: "Isn't that okay, what are you doing in a panic?" ”

"Something!" Hu Yidao got up and pulled Zhao Xian's sleeve, ran out of the courtyard, and said hurriedly: "The second child of the Ling family, I don't know what happened crazy today, I have to invite you out to eat, he has a treat, don't go in vain, go and ......" Hu Yidao roared urgently, for fear that he would lose his share if he went late.;