"That's right." Concubine Yan Xian pinched a letter with her two coated fingernails, glanced at it hastily, and threw it on the fire, "I understand, Yin Mingyu's daughter, the little lady in women's companions and men's clothes, I will pay attention." ”

"Childe said it." The person who delivered the letter hurriedly said, "This kind of person will first appear on major occasions in men's clothes, and then change into women's clothes and follow some princes and nobles to make official appearances." If this woman is close to His Royal Highness the King of Qin, please also ask the virtuous concubine to give a slight punishment. ”

Concubine Yan Xian licked her lips, the corners of her lips were wet with saliva, her thin lips were ruddy, and she showed a few hints of charm in the cold: "I understand, if she comes to this piano meeting, I will have a good time with her." ”

……

"So, I'm almost certain that I'm being targeted by An Sanxu." Yin Le patted his face in annoyance, "If I hadn't decided to act on this original appearance a long time ago, I should really draw a featureless face." ”

"In fact, if you don't change your appearance, as long as you slightly modify the details, Ah Le will not be so conspicuous." Song Yu looked at Yin Le's face and couldn't help but say.

Yin Le was surprised, immediately put down the wine glass, got up cleanly and walked outside the house.

After a while, Jimo appeared at the door again with a plate of bottles and cans and drawing pens of different sizes.

Yin Le opened the medicinal powder, checked them and the brush as much as possible, confirmed that they had not been dropped, and brought the plate to Song Yu: "Master, although I have practiced disguise, it is modified on the basis of a mask, and I will not cover it up directly." ”

She confessed simply, and almost handed her face over. Song Yu reluctantly took the medicinal powder and mixed it with water to dissolve, and hung a slightly larger painting pen in front of Yin Le.

"Today, I will paint it for you once, and you will come by yourself for the disguise after that."

"Thank you, Master, for your demonstration." Yin Le smiled and obediently closed his eyes.

Song Yu's brush was dipped in wet powder and dotted on Yin Le's nose. He saw the girl's eyelashes tremble slightly, and then, Yin Le closed his eyes and said, "Master, you can continue to talk to me." ”

"Say what?"

"Naturally, tell the story of the master."

The wet hairs dotted on Yin Le's cheeks, and Yin Le heard Song Yu's voice: "So you still remember to ask?" ”

"How can I forget about the Master?" Yin Le asked rhetorically.

Song Yu drew the face on the other side of Yin Le, put it away, went to a slightly smaller wolf's hair, and said, "I changed the pen." ”

Yin Le opened his eyes and confirmed the model of the paintbrush. It was an eyebrow pencil with white powder under his eyes, which was used to point out a small mole at the corner of Yin Le's eye.

"My father, I don't know yet." She heard Song Yu say.

She was a little surprised, and just as she was about to speak, Song Yu had already changed her painting pen. While listening to Song Yu's narration, she quickly wrote down the brush she used and the skin of the pen.

"But when I was a child, I heard my adoptive mother mention that my mother is the eldest sister of Song Xuangan, the head of the Song family, Song Xuanyao."

"I came to Chang'an, and I originally had the intention of looking for her. It was only when I asked Song Xuangan about Song Xuanyao that I learned that she had died a few years ago. ”

"I don't have any memory of my mother, and for as long as I can remember, I've only had the scene of my adoptive mother running away with me."

"Every 10 days and half a month, my adoptive mother and I would be forced to change places. Once, when I was almost caught, my adoptive mother told me about the identity of the group. ”

"They are from the Jinghua Song family, and my adoptive mother is the secret guard once domesticated by the Song family. I was almost killed because I didn't obey my orders, but fortunately my mother rescued me. After she followed my mother, she began to concentrate on her work. ”

Song Yu's adoptive mother had no ink on her chest and was uneducated, so she passed on all her martial arts to Song Yu, and often took Song Yu to major academies to eavesdrop, steal books, and steal teachers in the middle of the night.

How to write Song Yu's name is still known from the teacher. When he asked his adoptive mother why she gave him such a name, the adoptive mother smiled embarrassedly and said in a broken vernacular: "This little card that your mother gave you is made of jade, and I think this one she left you must be a good thing, so I named you like this." ”

Song Yu fainted.

Song Yu has a good memory, learns quickly, and occasionally has real people to guide him, and in this kind of fugitive-like days, he actually accumulated a full stomach of economy.

It's just that this kind of escape is too tiring after all. When he finally grew up to be ten years old, his adoptive mother finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell off the cliff with him in her arms to avoid the Song family's eyeliner and died for him.

Since then, Song Yu has no support. The moment he got up from his adoptive mother's flesh and blood, he understood that he had to find a way for himself.

A road that is no longer frightened every day can one day lead to Chang'an.

Therefore, when he limped to the side of the road and saw a father and son in a hurry, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The father and son seemed to have lost their entanglement, and they were a little physically exhausted because they were in a hurry overnight. At this time, he was brutally snatching a yellow dog from a young man, and the yellow dog screamed miserably, and the son seemed to be annoyed and chopped off the yellow dog's head with a knife.

The boy cried and threw himself at his son.

Song Yu took advantage of not attracting attention and took out the crossbow arrow left for him by his adoptive mother.

Regarding killing, his adoptive mother taught him, but in practice, it was the first time.

The first time he killed someone, his heart almost jumped out of his voice. He first shot his father in the throat with a crossbow arrow, and before the boy of his age could react, he took out a dagger with his backhand and slashed his throat.

The first time Song Yu killed someone, his hands were stained with blood. His movements were clean, and there was never a fluctuation in his gaze since the two of them fell at his feet.

After killing someone, he began to search for the body. From beginning to end, the little boy on the side couldn't make any movements at all except trembling.

Finally, Song Yu found something good on the two of them - a token engraved with the words "Yitang" on it.

Yitang, as his adoptive mother had mentioned to him, was an important organization in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

He couldn't help but be ecstatic, and in addition to joy, he glanced back at the young man who was still trembling.

"You ......" the boy was younger than him, and his previous life seemed to be even more miserable than his, "do you want to follow me." ”

"Huh?" The boy was stupid on the ground, still holding the corpse of the yellow dog in his hands.

"You're a good person." Song Yu's gaze stayed on the yellow dog, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If you are willing to accompany me, I will not leave you." ”

The young man sat on the ground, seemed to be sluggish for a long time, and then pounced on Song Yu as if he had picked up a life-saving straw: "I, I am willing!" ”

That person was later called Jimo.