Ming Yi didn't want to think deeply about the coldness in Lianshan's heart, and the two were silent and side-by-side, which was inevitably embarrassing. She wanted to find something safer. Thinking of Hong Yi's best guest tonight, he couldn't help but wonder: "What is the origin of that Feng Huan?" Have you ever heard of it? ”

Lian Shan shook his head: "Zheng Hao Zheng has a remarkable reputation in Chang'an, he is from a high family, and he is a young man, and his heart is extremely high. I heard that I don't disdain to be in the company of officials in the DPRK and China, and I don't like to make friends with sour and rotten literati, but I love to make friends with Jianghu rangers. That Feng Langjun's origin is unknown, and it is very likely that he is from the rivers and lakes. ”

"Jianghu...... Not to mention, what about the Ranger? Mingyi already half-understood these two words. The rivers and lakes of chivalry are just legends of thousands of years ago, and today's rivers and lakes are just associations, the big ones have official backers, and the small ones rely on exploiting merchants. Internally, he is shy about brotherly righteousness, and externally, he is just cleverly robbing the weak and afraid of the hard.

Lian Shan then continued to explain that the so-called rangers probably do not belong to a certain mountain, wandering around, there are those who specialize in stealing in the name of robbing the rich and helping the poor, those who rely on wealthy business officials to act as thugs and assassins for them, and those who specialize in chasing the suspects on the wanted warrant to hunt for bounties.

Ming Yi listened interesting and asked, "Is there also someone who acts as a killer, and if you give money, you will be helped to take the head of the enemy's family?" ”

"The killer's reward is high, and the risk is also high, and the killer he hires will inevitably be bribed by the enemy when he starts it, and he will harm himself. As a result, the killers in the rivers and lakes often come from several gangs that specialize in this industry, and these gangs value the reputation of the industry, discipline the killers strictly, and train professionally. Over time, very few people looked for rangers to act as killers. Lian Shan talked about these things, like a few treasures.

Ming Yi glanced at him, "Why are you so familiar with these things?" ”

Lian Shanyan's words were scorching: "When Ah Lang was alive, he also had dealings with gangs in the rivers and lakes, and I saw a lot of them. There is also the lady's righteous brother Ma Shaodart, who also traveled to the rivers and lakes at a young age, and likes to tell some novel stories the most. ”

Ming Yi nodded, this ranger sounds heroic, but in fact, he is probably the most down-and-out industry, with no fixed place and no future. She was deeply worried about Hong Yi, worried that she had paid her sincerity by mistake and would lose both people and money in the end.

The road was also smooth, as soon as the Queen Mother's mourning period passed, the curfew was useless, just because the situation in the world was unstable, and the people were poor and the rich became rich. Workers are willing to get up early and make a few more copper coins, merchants are willing to close their doors later to do more business, and there are more drunk and dreamy dead in places like taverns and green buildings. The local officials turned a blind eye, and the people were not rich, how could they support the officials.

Moreover, half of the additional income of these officials came from merchants and half from gangs. Guilds formed between merchants gradually became gangs. How can these gangs be affected by the curfew.

Lian Shan sent Ming Yi back to the gleaning workshop, and he continued to rush back to the old house. Ming Yi wanted to keep it, but thinking of two reasons, he no longer blocked it. First, there was only one bed in the West Winghouse, and there was no bedding on the floor; Second, there are currently several female workers living in the old house, and there are also goods and raw materials left, so it is better to have one of their own people to take care of them.

Ming Yi tossed and turned on the bed in the West House, and it was always difficult to sleep. Although it has been autumn in the past two days, the heat has hit back again, and the night is a little stuffy. After a few big scenes in her mind, when she was tired and couldn't bear to knock her down, two knocks on the door made her wake up suddenly, and her heart was about to stop.

The voice was so clear that it seemed to be in my ears, and it should have been the door of the Westinghouse that was knocking. There were only two clicks, and then there was a dead silence, which made Ming Yi wonder if it was the voice in Fang Cai's dream. She sat up lightly and waited for a long time in the darkness, making sure there was no strange noise outside, before she mustered up the courage to open the door and peek.

When I opened the door and went out of the dark West House, my eyes became extremely sensitive to light, and there was a small window in the passage between the two rooms, and the moonlight came in and shone on the stairs, long, and there was no one.

The door of the east room was open, which made Ming Yi hesitate, I remember that when I went upstairs, I saw that the door was obviously closed, maybe Lianshan went to read some information and forgot to close the door?

She took two deep breaths, and for some reason subconsciously wanted to tiptoe, as if such a ghost monster in the dark could not see herself. He didn't even dare to push the door, and flashed sideways into the East House.

Looking in the direction of the window, she screamed and fell to the ground.

In the moonlight, sitting under the couch in front of the window, there was a figure horizontally, motionless, her first reaction was: corpse!

She sat on the ground, staring at the figure with wide eyes, very slender, all white, lying on her side with her back, the light and shadow outlining the thin waist and bare legs, it should be a young girl.

Mingyi's first reaction was: What about the mobile phone? Alarm.

Shaking her head, this is not her age. What should she do? Should she shout loudly and wake up the people who helped her find the government from the neighbors left and right? But this is the East Market, and the shops are usually inhabited, and living here by yourself is only a special case. Or should I wait for my husband to call for help? But who knows what time it is, maybe it will take half an hour to fight next time.

Can you go and see the corpse? Will it leave its own mark, and it will be unclear when the time comes? What's more, she just thought about it, in case the corpse was hideous and covered in blood, she would have to go crazy with fright.

I was entangled in whether to wait for the husband or go to the city on duty for help, so I heard an "um", and the "female corpse" turned over and continued to sleep face up.

Mingyi was so frightened by her movement that his legs shrank, and he came to his senses again in an instant, he could move, it was not a corpse, and he didn't die. Having the courage to crawl closer to watch, she exclaimed again: "Kwai Niang! ”

Sleeping on the floor of her east room was Aoi Niang in Xinglu Courtyard, her eyes were closed, her hair was scattered, her expression was quiet, and she was sleeping soundly.

Mingyi's heart palpitated, his hand trembled and leaned over, first took Kui Niang's hand, it was a little cold, but it was still soft and warm, Mingyi let out a deep breath, as long as he lived, it was nothing.

Try her snort, it is very even, deep sleeping, from the chest to see the ankle, there is no obvious blood. Seeing that she was not injured, Ming Yi completely relieved his heart and patted her cheek: "Kui Niang, wake up......"

Kwai Niang turned her head, revealing a dark shadow on her neck, after all, the moonlight was not bright enough, Ming Yi hurriedly got up, went to the table to get a fire, and lit the lamp.

Looking closely at Kwai Niang's neck, there are two thick dark red marks, as if they were choked by someone's hands, and they are not too deep. Ming Yi frowned, and re-examined her whole body, and there was also a slap mark on her face, which was already very light and slightly swollen.

There were scratches on the wrists, as if they had been tied with something rough, and in some places the skin had been worn and bleeding. Mingyi's tears were about to fall, calling her one after another, hoping that she would wake up soon.