After a long time, Fan Xian calmed down, and the cold sweat on his body pressed his clothes tightly against his body.

He withdrew the slender dagger from the Assassin's shoulder, and the terrifying sound of the blade separating from flesh and bone made him stunned, and he removed the small, vicious crossbow from the dead assassin's sleeve.

The slender dagger was painted with black color to avoid reflection, but Fan Xian knew that the black paint prepared by Teacher Fei Jie's own hands was not only poisonous, but also a drug that could amplify the pain of injured humans. He carefully inserted the slender dagger into the scabbard made of hard elephant skin, glanced at the corpse of the assassin lying on the bed and the feet of Lao Ha, who was delivering vegetables under the bed, before turning away.

Pushing open the door, the blind man Wuzhu was standing quietly at the corner of the stairs, and his voice came: "What if there is no carriage coming?"

Fan Xian lowered his head and was silent for a long time, finally overcoming the terrible feeling brought by the first killing, and raised his head to show his signature smile: "I will spend it with him all the time, and then wait for you to come." ”

The training of climbing the cliff outside the port of Shanzhou, which was still from the back wall, finally worked today. Fan Xian landed on the ground with his feet and walked forward, knowing that Wuzhu would definitely leave him, and when he was in danger again, he would appear again.

Walking in the vegetable field, there was a lot of noise around him, but he was still silent, but his right hand hanging down his thigh trembled slightly.

He dragged his heavy footsteps to the end of the vegetable field, and in front of a stall, he stopped. This is a tofu stall, set up by a woman in her twenties, with a soft face, an apron, and white and tender hands.

"Sister Dong'er. Fan Xian smiled and greeted her, this is the eldest girl Huan Dong'er who was kicked out of Earl Beppu by him, when he was very young, Fan Xian often slept in her arms, and the relationship has always been very good, after Dong'er left the house, he set up a tofu stall in the vegetable market, so Fan Xian often came here to buy tofu and go home.

Dong'er saw that it was him who came, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he led him in: "Young master, why are you here?"

Sitting on the small bench, another resident came to buy tofu, and Dong'er looked at him with some embarrassment.

Fan Xian nodded, let her take care of the business first, and turned around to find a crib behind the stall, and there was a two- or three-year-old girl sitting on the bed, her face was flushed, and she was stretching out her clumsy hands and tying a small bell in front of the bed.

Fan Xian stretched out his hand and hugged the little girl out, teasing her. Dong'er turned around and saw it, hurriedly came up and took it into his arms, and complained: "Don't get your clothes dirty, you have to let those girls wash them when you go back." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Sister Dong'er, when I was as old as your daughter, you didn't hold me every day. ”

Dong'er smiled and said, "My eldest young master, how can you compare with us subordinates. "It's a little strange that Dong'er was ruthlessly driven out of Earl Beppu by Fan Xian because she tasted the saltiness before Fan Xian during dinner, but listening to the tone, she didn't seem to hate this little boy very much.

Fan Xian scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Dong'er seemed to see that he was in a bad mood, so he teased his daughter and shouted, "Call the little master, little ...... Few...... ...... Grandpa"

"Call me uncle. Fan Xian insisted.

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After sitting in the tofu stall for a long time, watching Dong'er cut tofu, weigh tofu, wrap tofu in paper, and tease the little girl next to him to call her little uncle, after a long time, Fan Xian finally drove away the coldness in his heart, stood up and said goodbye to Dong'er.

Dong'er said with some embarrassment: "You come here, I don't have anything to eat here." ”

Fan Xian laughed: "Sister Dong'er, am I still short of food?"

"That's right. Dong'er covered her mouth and smiled, the young woman's shyness was all revealed, and she suddenly said, "Thank you young master for buying these things for the little girl." ”

Fan Xian smiled and shook his head: "As long as you don't blame me for driving you out of Earl Beppu." ”

Dong'er smiled and didn't speak, she trusted the little boy in front of her, although she didn't understand why he was angry at dinner that day, but she knew that the other party must not mean it, not to mention that after she left the house, the young master often secretly sent some money to himself, and later married himself, and the life of a family of three was quite comfortable, and he came out to set up a tofu stall, largely because he knew that this would be convenient for the young master, a child, to come to see him.

Fan Xian waved goodbye to Tofu Dong'er, and after walking out of the vegetable field, he looked back and saw that the soft and lovely woman was carrying Xiao Nizi on her back to cut tofu in the water, and her slightly leaning forward body was still so slender and plump, and she didn't see any traces of time, just like when she hugged herself ten years ago.

Fan Xian used the excuse to drive Dong'er out of Beppu because she was his personal maid, and if something happened to her, she would be very unsafe.

In Fan Xian's "childhood", he liked his own personal ring the most, liked to rely on her, and even often fantasized about how he could be when he grew up - but he forgot the key point, when he grew up, Dong'er was also growing up day by day, he was twelve years old this year, and Dong'er was already in his twenties.

The story of Baoyu and Qingwen seems to have to give up halfway.

"I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, and every day is good with you. ”

Marveling at how much he loved him, he hummed a tune back to Earl Beppu, trying to convince himself that he had forgotten the two pairs of dead fish eyes that the assassin and Lao Ha were staring at side by side.

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Because he ate a meal of "cat button" poison mixed with bamboo artemisia at noon, and broke a person's neck in the afternoon, Fan Xian's appetite became extremely poor, and he just shaved a little bit of dinner casually, and then dropped the bowl and went back to the bedroom.

At night, however, he was a little hungry, and came to the kitchen alone with an oil lamp, and went all the way silently, without alarming any of the servants.

Entering the kitchen, he cleanly washed a fish, the kitchen knife flew like a bird in his hand, and in a moment he went to the scales and cut the belly, and then cut some ginger with the shredded radish forced out by Wuzhu, the kitchen knife fell on the board without making a sound, and then mixed some vinegar in the small dish where the ginger shredded.

Make a fire and boil steamed fish fat.

Squatting on the ground and looking at the stove next to him, looking at the slowly rising steam, Fan Xian suddenly thought of a somewhat funny thing: Teacher Fei Jie and Uncle Wuzhu were teaching themselves the skills of killing people and how to avoid being killed because of their mothers, but objectively, they taught themselves how to be a good doctor and a successful cook.

(I haven't slept much in the past two days, so I'm not in good health, my throat is swollen and sore, and I like to talk to everyone in the book review area, which makes me seem to be very busy and hard, but the Q&A chapter that I originally prepared seems to be wasted.) The editor severely criticized me, thinking that I, a leading cadre, did not take care of my body too much, whoosh, from next week, the management of the book review area will be fully handed over to the editor, and next week's essence should not be as pitiful as this week. In answering everyone's questions, we will also try to focus on the Q&A section related to the content. However, some of the content related to the later text, it is really inconvenient to answer, things like buttons, you have to keep them, after all, they are telling a story. Thank you for your recommendation votes in the past two weeks, and I hope you will give me another one tomorrow, sincerely thank you, bow and step down)