Chapter 62: Full Moon Killing Machine (Don't Lock Me Up in the Little Black House)

"Do you want to inquire about Yin Gongzi's news?" The maid asked.

"Stupid!" The blue lady glared at the maid hatefully, "Of course, I asked about the news of the Du family's balsam, and saw if they had researched the ingredients of the balm." If you study it, it's fine, if you can't research it......" She took a deep breath and carefully scraped the balsam from the stall and put it in the box, "I still have the money." ”

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As the night wore on, the moon-watching crowds returned to their homes.

Black hair curls past the roots of the ears and is covered in white light. Under the autumn wind, the girl in white and black belt has a neat posture, and the two silver knives are staggered in front of her, or one after the other, sometimes fierce, sometimes soft.

Yin Le's steps changed, and he waved his double knives in the court, and suddenly his hand was handed forward, and he held the handle of the knife steadily. I didn't see her crying tired, but I saw dense beads of sweat slowly slipping down and dripping on the withered grass.

She pushed the door behind her back and walked into the house, and saw Lan Cui bringing water to freshen her up, and an unopened letter in front of the dressing mirror.

"It was sent by Pu Hong, she left directly after sending the letter, so I didn't want to disturb Miss." Lan Cui said with a smile, "Miss's knife skills are really more and more exquisite, but I don't know what kind of way this long soldier can dance when it becomes a short soldier, and the knife becomes a fan." ”

"My fans are usually weak scholars." Yin Le sat in front of the dresser and opened the envelope. After sending the letter, Pu Hong left, indicating that there was no dispute in the letter, just a simple report. Sure enough, the content of the letter was that the leader of the water thieves was surnamed Luo, who seemed to have known Yin Mingqu for a long time, acted in secrecy, and couldn't find any clues for a while.

The surname is Luo... Yin Le pondered for a moment, and he didn't know if Dong Dazhi at the dock knew the status of the water thief surnamed Luo, if she knew, maybe she would be able to find out what news.

Thinking of this, she took out the waist card and rubbed it again. When this fragrance becomes famous, she will be sure that she will find Yan Ruoshui in the robbery of Miss Yan's family. But she doesn't seem to remember what the name of the water thief who robbed Yan Ruoshui is, if it is surnamed Luo Ke, it will be fun.

Combined with the memories of his previous life, Yin Le can roughly determine that since the people who saved Yan Ruoshui in his previous life were not officers and soldiers, there were eight or nine people who took Yitang. Although the Yitang obeyed the orders of the King of Qin, it seemed to take special care of the Yan family, and I don't know what the pattern in the hall was.

Two days later is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is also the birthday of her master. Yin Le thought, it is better to give a gift, first, to thank the master for his appreciation and teaching, and second, to communicate with the master before the incident, so that she can rob the credit this time.

After the evening of August 13, Yin Le stayed in the house all day on August 14, taking charge of Mrs. Yao. Lan Cui, who was deliberately branched out, kept inquiring about the news, and then was busy talking and listening to Yin Le.

"Miss, you know what? Hearing that Chi Niangzi was going to be sold, the Du family came directly to the door. The lady of the pool was also obedient, and she gave a miraculous description, and finally told the lady of the Du family that she would attend the Weirui Building on the sixth day of the eighth month. ”

"Miss, you know what? There is a blue lady who organized a large group of people to look around for a little Langjun named Yin Le. "But what she is looking for is Yin Le, what does it have to do with Miss Yin of the Dingguo Marquis Mansion?

"Miss, you know what? The second room of the Yin family packed up his things and wanted to come to the Yin Mansion. What do you say on the reunion day of August 15, you can't drive them away, miss, what do you say? ”

Yin Le and He Yong cooperated with each other, and finally brought Mrs. Yao home from Zhaode Temple safely. She was busy calculating the flowers for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and when she heard Lan Cui's words, she couldn't help but smile: "Everyone is in Yangzhou, and the cars and horses are more convenient." Let them come back on August 15, August 14 is really not a good day. ”

Lan Cui answered, and happily sent the guy to inform the second room. After a while, he jumped in like a rabbit and said the reaction of everyone in the second room, so cloudy.

August 13 is a good day to enjoy the moon, and August 15 is the time to reunite at home and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

"Sir, fifteen." Jimo said.

The gentleman's house used to be dressed very elegantly according to the owner's temperament. Nowadays most of the place is empty, except for a wooden table, a round chair, and a bed, and nothing else.

Song Jinzhi sat at the table, and there were a few side dishes on the table. His fluency did not look like a blind man at all: "Yes, fifteen." Jimo, you step back first. ”

Jimo was reminded by Mr. so, and he was busy answering the sound and slowly leaving. As he retreated from the room, he quickly rolled over to the first floor, dodged into another room, and slipped under the bed without saying a word.

Take one of the three pavilions of Yitang Puliu, the layout of the pavilion is the same as the ordinary inn, next to the Songhe Pavilion. The house where Yin Le lives is in the Puliu Pavilion, but it is just separated.

Soon after Jimo left, a group of people silently entered Puliu Pavilion and walked to the second floor. One of them walked in front and slowly pushed open Song Jinzhi's door. They didn't make a sound, and Song Jinzhi was still unconsciously holding a spoon to scoop vegetables unnaturally.

Seeing this scene, the man at the head pulled out a long sword from his waist, and the long sword was blue and obviously poisonous. He took two steps forward and stabbed Song Jin's heart with a sharp swing of his sword.

The Yan family needs puppets, but they don't need blind people. If Song Jinzhi is not blind, it is still somewhat useful to control, but what can a blind man achieve?

The sound of the palm slapping on the table sounded, and the long sword pierced the air, but it stagnated in front of Song Jinzhi's chest. When the leader reacted, he found that his long sword was held hostage by a huge force, and he couldn't pull it out or pierce it. He looked down and found that it was a pair of chopsticks that were holding his sword.

Chopsticks? He looked up hastily and followed the arm to see the man holding the chopsticks.

Song Jinzhi's elbow was raised, and the force that burst into him led the long sword, and the long sword was connected to the raider, and the raider's arm involuntarily crooked.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Jinzhi let go of the hand holding the chopsticks, suddenly grabbed the attacker's wrist, stabbed him with a backhand, and the long sword stabbed directly into the attacker's heart.

His other hand had already covered the attacker's mouth, preventing him from letting out a dying cry. The sword entered his body, and he took advantage of the situation to pull it out, and the man suddenly slid limply on the floor.

The people outside the door didn't know that things had changed, and when they heard the noise inside, they thought they were done. was stretching out his head to ask questions, but before the words could be spoken, he saw a long sword stabbed straight through a person who was facing the door on the spot.

There were six people alive outside the door, and one of them couldn't help but cry out when he saw this. Song Jinzhi listened to the sound and discerned the position, his body did not turn, he slashed horizontally with his backhand, slashed at the man's neck, and waved his sword.

There was a short scream, and the man fell clutching his neck, blood splattering.