Chapter 9: There Are Assassins

In the backyard of the General's Mansion, Zhao Haitang squatted in the field and dug a small mound of dirt. After digging about half a meter deep, in the soil, a bead that looked the size of a potato came into view.

"Ah, I remember it was here."

Zhao Haitang was sweating profusely and breathed a long sigh of relief. This black pearl was obtained in a sea mussel shell when she went to the South China Sea with her father to train troops when she was a child. It is an excellent healing elixir that can cure all kinds of poisons. Back then, this pearl was buried in the backyard with her father with a small shovel.

"Nannan, this pearl is buried here, no one should tell it, it is the secret of our father and daughter. In the future, if you need it, come here and dig it up. ”

Zhao Zhen led the troops all the year round, the thick calluses ground in the palm of his hand, touched Zhao Haitang's tender little face, she was a little painful from grinding, and she hid backwards slightly, under the sunset, Zhao Zhen, with a dark face, a row of white teeth, was full of kindness.

For so many years, her father has always spoiled her like this, and he said that she was most like him. She didn't think so.

Zhao Haitang, who was caught in the memory, squatted there, and didn't even notice that his feet were numb.

"Who's where? Catch the assassins! ”

Behind him, the patrolling government soldiers saw a suspicious figure, and he was not wearing the clothes of the maidservants in the house.

A high cry pulled Zhao Haitang's thoughts back to reality. Zhao Haitang wanted to get up, but he squatted for too long, and his legs were numb. Before he could get up, he was surrounded by the government soldiers.

"Who's making a fuss?"

"Little Marquis, an assassin was found in the backyard."

Zhao Ziwei watched the art of war in the room for a long time, and he was very dizzy, and he wanted to come out and walk around, but he didn't want to meet Zhao Haitang, who had just been caught.

"Look up."

Zhao Ziwei is full of energy, with his hands behind his back, and his upbringing from childhood to adulthood made him full of the atmosphere of a general's door at a young age.

Zhao Haitang was relieved when she heard the sound coming from above her head, she raised her head slightly, quickly winked at Zhao Ziwei, and immediately lowered her head.

"You ......"

"Master Hou, the maid is not an assassin, it's just ...... It's lost. ”

Zhao Ziwei didn't see it very really, he didn't dare to confirm it. But as soon as the woman spoke, he was sure in his heart.

"It's all gone."

Zhao Ziwei waved his hand and dismissed the group of people beside him. He squatted beside Zhao Haitang funny, tugging at her sleeves, like a child who had not grown up, completely losing the momentum of the little marquis of the family just now.

"Eldest sister, the way you go back to the door this time is too special, why don't you go back to the house with me?"

Zhao Haitang glanced at Zhao Ziwei's star-like eyes, and was a little moved in his heart.

This young man, he regarded her as his own sister in his heart, and even if he didn't know the reason, he was willing to protect her for no reason. If it weren't for the provocation of the Qin family and the second uncle later, their sister and brother would definitely not have come to that point.

"Don't talk nonsense, what about Daddy? Not in the house? ”

Zhao Haitang quietly loaded the black pearl and patted the soil on his body.

"Father went to Lord Liu's house for a drink, and it won't take an hour or two to come back."

"If your father is not in the house, you will abandon your studies? To ......"

"Study the art of war hard, I know, eldest sister!"

As the sun sets, the backs of the two sisters and brothers are pulled, the two of them say a word, Zhao Ziwei at this time, only the shadow is about the same height as Zhao Haitang.