Because of the spring rain that had fallen a few days ago, the hut was a little damp.

This hut is hidden in the bustling alleys of Beicheng, and it was originally a relatively different existence, and somehow it has not been demolished by the yamen subordinate to the household department. The location of the hut is not good, and there is not even much sunlight all year round, so that the moisture in the house cannot be dissipated for a long time, and the mud painted on the interior walls peels off piece by piece, giving off an extremely unpleasant smell of decay.

When she pushed the door open, the musty smell hit her face.

But Ye Qingxue didn't care at all.

Her eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in them, just like her heart.

Many times, she even forgets that she still has a heart. How can a person who has no heart mind a dilapidated house filled with the smell of rotting and musty?

The thin lips were pursed into a thin line, and the dim light shone on her lips, and there was an indescribable cold and glamorous taste. She reflexively closed the door and crouched down in front of the bed.

She was wearing the most unnoticeable women's regular clothes in Daxia folk, although it was a little old and looked like it had been worn and washed repeatedly for many years, but it was still very clean.

Ye Qingxue reached out and groped under the bed for a while, and took out a baggage.

The burden was untied and spread out on the bed, and there were not many things inside, two short knives, a dagger, a small porcelain vase with an unknown amount of content, and a black face towel neatly stacked there.

She picked up the dagger and tried it lightly with her fingertips, and it was so sharp that it seemed as if she could easily cut someone's throat from a distance.

The dagger was set aside, and two short knives with wooden handles were inserted into the leather gaiters that had been prepared on the sides of the legs.

When she lifted the hem of her regular clothes, a pair of slender ** were exposed there, and the lights in the room were not very bright at the moment, falling on the pair of jade legs, which added to the temptation. But instead of wasting even a moment of admiring it, she quickly put away the knife and pressed it with her hand, confirming that the short knife could be drawn at any time when needed.

Cut someone's neck.

Or her own neck.

Outside the door, there was the clatter of horses' hooves, and the characteristic sound of refined leather boots stepping on bluestone slabs. These voices came into Ye Qingxue's ears, and she knew that it meant that the officials in charge of the night patrol of Xuanyang Mansion were passing here.

But she didn't care.

From the outside, the room looked like a slightly larger, dilapidated tomb, and no one would want to go near such a place. Even if the officials wanted to enter the house on a whim, she was eleven percent sure that it would really become a tomb.

She picked up the dagger, inserted it into the easiest place to pull it out from her waist, and then tucked the porcelain vase into her arms. Finally, she stretched out two fingers and picked up the black scarf, and looked at it quietly, as if she wanted to see something in the pitch black scarf.

In the southwest direction, there was a sound of silk and bamboo string music not far away, Ye Qingxue remembered that the location should be a jeweler's mansion, and those music were mixed with extravagant laughter, it should be that the rich merchant was entertaining the guests again.

Ye Qingxue hated such voices, but now she didn't have the time to pay attention to these people.

Because her gaze fell on the pitch-black square scarf, through the darkness, and saw a sea of blood.

The red blood from the gray-haired old man, from the baby who could only cry in swaddling clothes, from the kind and kind woman, from the unspeakable memories of her childhood, all came from all directions, poured into her internal organs, blocked her nose, her mouth, her ears, and weighed her breathless.

Ye Qingxue closed her eyes and looked a little painful.

After a long time, the moon climbed to the corner of the night dome in a position she could not see, and threw its own splendor into the world without hesitation.

The girl's delicate body shook violently, and her eyes opened in an instant.

She covered her face with a black scarf, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, and her right hand snapped her fingers lightly, and with a snap, a flame suddenly rose from the void.

The flame danced and danced in front of Ye Qingxue, obviously with an extremely high temperature, but it couldn't make her feel any warmth.

The next moment, the flames fell on the bed, slowly growing larger, and burning into a hot spark.

Ye Qingxue slowly stood up, her body moved, and flashed out of the window of the hut.

Xie Mingyuan stood outside the side door of the Shilang Mansion, standing on tiptoe to try not to make any noise, he stretched out his head to look inside, and after making sure that no one was staying there around the small door, he walked in gently.

Walking in the back garden planted with a piece of precious flowers and trees, Xie Mingyuan felt very happy. After eating delicious chaos in the night market, according to the custom, he went to a brothel on Xinglong Street, and found a girl to pestered him privately in the bed for most of the hour, and then reluctantly went home. Thinking of the shallow smile of the beautiful woman before parting, thinking of the extremely soft little waist, and thinking of the pink beauty under the curtains, Xie Mingyuan felt that his life could not be better.

While he was pondering when he would have the opportunity to look for the girl named Cicada, the lights were bright not far away, and it was the subordinate wing where the miscellaneous servants lived.

Xie Mingyuan coughed fakely, straightened his clothes, and wiped a handful on his face with no peace of mind, and only after confirming that there were no traces of rouge left before he stepped into the room with his head held high.

In the wing, a young man who was also dressed as a handyman gave him a strange look and said, "Where have you been?"

Xie Mingyuan naturally couldn't say that he had been tossing around on a Qinglou woman for a long time, so he had to snort, and responded with a painful expression: "I don't know what I ate at night, my stomach hurts badly, I ran to the toilet six times in an hour, my legs are numb, and my waist is almost straight." ”

The young man looked at him and walked a little vainly, where could he think of things that the man understood, but there was more sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Xie Mingyuan, " The food for us in the house is really worse than one day, the pot of gruel at night, nine out of ten is left in the morning, but Lao Xie you are really powerful, after a pause in the latrine, you can still stand up, hey, what am I doing here, just now Steward Liu came to look for you, let me tell you, tonight it is your turn to go to the backyard of Lord Shilang's study to keep vigil. ”

"Oh, I'll go. Hearing that Steward Liu didn't notice that he was lazy and slippery, Xie Mingyuan suddenly relieved himself.

The vigil is an easy task.

For after nightfall, there were not so many chores to do, and even in the middle of the night, when the stewards had slept and would not make any more rounds, he could find a comfortable place to sleep until dawn.

As for safety, Xie Mingyuan never worried that there would be a gangster with no eyes or a gentleman from Liang Shang who would come here to patronize. What kind of place is this? This is the mansion of Li Yanfeng, a dignified servant of the Criminal Department! Master Li is a senior official in the Criminal Department who specializes in the examination of criminal cases, and there are not 1,000 but 800 thieves who have been thrown into prison at his hands, who dares to come here and steal them?

Putting this aside, there are fifty Red Cavalry guards on the periphery of the Li Mansion, and this place is not far from the Imperial City, if the group of people who are guarding the Imperial City are alarmed, even those great cultivators who come and go will not return.

Xie Mingyuan felt that his luck was very good, such an easy and comfortable errand was not something that would happen every day.

He walked under the poplar tree in the south corner of the backyard of the Li Mansion and decided to stay here tonight.

After standing for about an hour, Xie Mingyuan stretched a big lazy waist, yawned, beat his somewhat sore legs, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, feeling so bored.

Leaning against this big poplar tree, which was five or six people tall, he could see almost the entire backyard, whether it was a person or a dog, as long as they passed through the yard, there was no reason to escape his eyes.

There were a few half-man-tall bushes in front of him, and he wasn't too tall in the first place, so standing behind the bushes, it was not easy to spot him from which direction of the yard anyone entered. And he was the only one on duty in the backyard.

In other words, it's the easiest place to be lazy in the entire backyard.

On an errand in the house of Lord Squire, dare to be lazy and slippery?

The answer is yes for Xie Mingyuan, because the wages that the miscellaneous servants can earn are not high, and they are always deducted a lot by the harsh and ruthless Steward Liu for a reason, Xie Mingyuan feels that he has no reason to sell that worthless strength for Lord Li Shilang.

Being a handyman is hard enough, and of course you have to be kind to yourself.

Thinking so, he felt his eyelids grow heavier, and he wanted to find a comfortable place to sit down under the tree and squint for a while.

The next moment, his eyes, which were about to close, widened suddenly.

For someone came from heaven.