Chapter 42: After the Lift (3)

Zhou Xiaocao was speechless at her: "Do you know what kind of situation I will fall into if you do this?" Not to mention how the government would feel about this person dying in my home, how should I explain that you are here alone, dressed exactly like a female assassin? ā€

Yan Qixia lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I just want to help you." This man kept saying that he was coming to kill you, and I was so excited that I said"

In the face of such a good girl who knows her mistakes and corrects them, what else can he Zhou Xiaocao say? had to be comforted: "Forget it, it's already like this." And you can't wait until he kills me and it's a given fact that you can kill him and help me get revenge. ā€

Yan Qixia silently took out a bottle from her arms, opened it, and sprinkled some earthy yellow powder on Lan You's body. After a while, Lan You's body began to foam at the white foam, and green smoke also rose. At a speed that was visible to everyone's naked eye, Lan You's body gradually turned into a puddle of yellow water.

A foul smell came out, and everyone covered their mouths and noses.

Yan Qixia said: "It's okay now, this person has completely disappeared from the world, and the government will not check it out again." ā€

Zhou Xiaocao pointed to the people around him: "There are several pairs of eyes watching here, and it is useless for you to cover your ears and steal the bell like this." ā€

Yan Qixia's small nose twitched, and she said lightly: "What's so difficult about that?" Whoever dares to speak out, the powder will be sprinkled on him. ā€

It turned out that in Yan Qixia's heart, there was only one person here, and that was Zhou Xiaocao. Someone else? I'm sorry, I didn't see it; Even if I saw it, I would think it was dead.

Since she was a child, she has been cultivated by her master as an assassin with potential, and in Yan Qixia's heart, other people's lives and deaths are just between her own thoughts, and she doesn't think about what others will think or think at all. She just knows that the people she cares about have to protect them desperately; People who don't matter, there are only two states: moving and immobile.

Zhou Xiaocao shook his head secretly and said, "Don't worry, the people here are their own people, and they won't leak today's things - including the things you have been here." ā€

Lu Xiaofeng, Ginkgo biloba, and Kou Er all nodded violently, indicating that they would never leak out. Nonsense, even if it's not for the young master's love, then there is this Grim Reaper by his side. If you really spill the contents of that bottle on yourself, then you will die!

Feng Yulan ran to the side and vomited a lot, then turned back. To be honest, although he forcibly resisted the desire to vomit when he saw the corpse separate, he couldn't help but vomit when he saw Lan You's body turn into a puddle of yellow water.

After trying to make herself hold back a smile that didn't look like a smile, Feng Yulan said, "What are you still standing here doing, let's go into the room and say." ā€

Zhou Xiaocao hurriedly introduced: "This is cheap. ā€

Yan Qixia came to Feng Yulan's side and said, "Sister! ā€

Feng Yulan said again and again: "I can't afford this, you should be older than me, right?" ā€

Yan Qixia said sternly: "First come for the big, then for the small, this is not to be messed up." ā€

Feng Yulan frowned, and said in her heart What is this, and it comes first and last?

Without waiting for her to think about it further, Zhou Xiaocao hurriedly interjected: "These two are also people in my room. ā€

Yan Qixia also came to Ginkgo and Kou'er's side, and saluted: "Second sister, third sister!" ā€

Now I understand. If she doesn't understand this, Feng Yulan will have to worry about her IQ.

Seeing that Feng Yulan, the eldest lady, was showing signs of madness, Zhou Xiaocao hurriedly dragged her to the house: "Say it in the house, say it in the house!" ā€

The sunset, hanging reluctantly on the low branches, with unwilling thoughts, was urged and dragged by the hand of fate, and fell below the horizon.

The little prince stood by the window, watching the sunset, and it had been a long time.

The door rang, and a subordinate of the prefect's yamen asked softly, "Little prince, my lord has invited you to dinner." ā€

The little prince nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away." ā€

The servant saluted and withdrew. The expression on the little prince's face fluctuated slightly, and there were ripples in his heart.

Zhou Xiaocao, what kind of person are you? Why can't I see through you all the time?

It is undeniable that Lan You's words still deeply touched the heart of the little prince. Just because he's young doesn't mean he's stupid. On the contrary, he was born in the palace and is very smart. Although Lan You's words had an obvious meaning of sowing discord, they also brought him food for thought. That is, this Zhou Xiaocao, did he deliberately approach himself?

Carefully replay the things since he met him, from participating in the Northern Chamber of Commerce, accidentally meeting Zhou Xiaocao at the door, to following him to Ximen Liu's house, running away from the old master, accepting Ximen Qing, and then to today's autumn poetry party. After thinking about it for a while, I still couldn't realize what was wrong. This Zhou Xiaocao seemed to come with the wind suddenly, and quietly went away with the wind, disturbing the dreams of tourists, but he himself was unaware.

Could it be that you are thinking too much?

However, what Lan You said is not without reason. Today's female assassin, no matter how she looks like she knows Zhou Xiaocao. Not to mention this, that Xie Qiuyan must have an unusual relationship with Zhou Xiaocao. A gentleman doesn't take away the beauty of people, Zhou Xiaocao, if you really snatch Xie Qiuyan from my hands, are you still a gentleman?

My mind was a mess and I had no clue. I didn't want to, and the little prince slowly walked to the dining hall. There, Xie Bingzhou and the big and small officials in the Yigan Mansion were waiting for the arrival of the little prince. Everyone was standing, except for two women, who were sitting. A younger woman has a delicate face, dressed as a maid, and holds a flute in her hand. The other girl, dressed in white, had a graceful figure, but her face was covered with a white scarf, and her face could not be seen clearly. The woman sat next to a guqin, wearing finger covers, presumably for playing the qin.

Seeing the little prince coming over, Xie Bingzhou took the lead to greet him out of the door, and while bowing his hand, he laughed and said: "The little prince is coming, Xie Bingzhou, the prefect of Cangzhou, leads the Cangzhou group to welcome the arrival of the little prince!" ā€

The little prince waved his hand: "Okay, I haven't officially crowned the king yet, just forget these false gifts." ā€

In ancient times, salutation was not casual. It's like a gift gift, which is the exclusive right of the reader, and it can't be used casually. Moreover, when the hand is bowed, whether the hand is exposed or tucked in the wide sleeve, it is all particular. As for the common fist salute, it must be the left hand into a palm, on top; The right hand is down, into a fist. The ancients believed that the left hand was the sun and the right hand was the moon, and the day was of course above the moon. If your right hand is palmed on top of your left hand, then it is of the same nature to say to someone, "I cĒŽo your mother."

The little prince spoke, and everyone did the same, and sat down according to dignity. There is a cloud in the Book of Changes: "Heaven and earth are humble, and the universe is fixed." The humble is Chen, and the noble and lowly are in the position. There is constant movement, rigidity and softness. Fang gathers by like, things by groups, and good and evil are born. Formed in the sky, shaped in the earth, and the changes are seen. Therefore, rigidity and softness rub each other, gossip swings together, drums are thundered, and wind and rain are moistened; The sun and the moon run, one cold and one summer. It can be seen that the idea of respect and inferiority has always existed in the hearts of the Chinese people.

After sitting down, Xie Bingzhou clapped his palms, and the two beauties began to play musical instruments. The guqin is the mainstay, supplemented by the transverse flute, and there is a little Qingyue in the chaos, which is really enjoyable.

An official said, "Little girl, don't just play music, sing a song!" ā€

The sound of the piano was stagnant, and the veiled beauty opened her mouth and sang: "A sail, an oar, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a fishing hook; One pitched and one laughed, one river bright moon and one river autumn. ā€