A thief who circumvents the wall
"Don't move!" The thief lowered his voice and shouted in a low voice.
"I don't move!" Zhao Sichen is as good as a stream.
This sharp blade was only an inch away from Zhao Sichen's face.
She didn't want her blown-up skin to be scratched by a sharp blade.
For the sake of a thief, it is not worth it to lose his appearance.
Zhao Sichen was thinking about it, and the thief turned over and entered the window.
Zhao Sichen obediently followed and took two steps back, giving up his position so that the thief could turn over and come in smoothly.
The thief whispered, "Don't shout, or I'll kill you!" β
Zhao Sichen nodded.
Worried that the thief wouldn't be able to see her nodding, Zhao Sichen immediately added: "I don't shout, I'm obedient." β
Zhao Sichen saw that the thief's posture of climbing over the wall was skillful, and the sound of the landing piece was silent, and he already knew it in his heart.
This thief's skills are much better than she predicted.
It turned out that the thief deliberately climbed over the wall in a clumsy way.
The sound of going over the wall is not big or small.
If it were an ordinary person, the night would be heavy and dark, and he would not have realized that someone had entered the yard at all.
At most, I thought it was the sound of the wind blowing through the branches.
If it is a master of martial arts, he will be contemptuous because of the "clumsy" posture deliberately shown by the thief, and make the mistake of underestimating the enemy.
What a deep scheming!
Zhao Sichen sighed lightly in his heart.
His own reputation is about to fold on a deep-minded thief.
No, let's do it tomorrow!
- Make the wall in the courtyard two inches taller!
Zhao Sichen was bored and thinking nonsense, and the thief took out a long cloth, threw it on Zhao Sichen, and whispered, "Tie your own feet." β
"Oh."
Zhao Sichen calmly took the long cloth, sat down on the stool next to him, and made a circle around his feet while adding drama to himself.
Her voice was delicate and soft, coupled with fear, and she asked tremblingly: "Okay, good man, I, I'm obedient, if you want to rob money, I'll give it to you, but my family is very poor and doesn't have much money......"
The thief shouted, "Don't speak, hurry up and tie your feet!" β
Zhao Sichen pretended not to understand the stupid look, leaned closer, and babbled: "Hero, you, you, don't hurt me, I still have some rice grain at home, do you want to eat, I'll bring you something to eat......"
The thief seemed to be startled by Zhao Sichen's sudden approach, and took a small step back.
A little light shone in from the window, shining on Zhao Sichen's face.
The thief saw that Zhao Sichen was only twelve or thirteen years old, and his face was still childish.
But the skin is like jade, imprinted with a little light outside the window, as if transparent, emitting a bright white light.
In addition, Zhao Sichen's eyes are black and white, smart and compelling, although he is still young, he has a moving charm.
Now her palm-sized goose egg face has a hint of panic, and she looks even more pitiful.
The thief was shaken by Zhao Sichen's pitiful look for a moment, and his heart softened.
Almost at the same time, he quickly became tough again, closed the window with one hand, and the sharp blade in the other hand stretched forward a few points, almost piercing the skin of Zhao Sichen's neck.
The thief's face deliberately showed a fierce color, and he sneered: "Hmph, don't think I don't know, you want to take something and run away secretly!" Don't talk nonsense! Tie! β
It's boring.
Zhao Sichen muttered in a low voice, wrapped a long cloth around his feet several times, and tied his feet firmly.
The thief held a sharp blade on Zhao Sichen's neck with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to pull the strap on Zhao Sichen's feet.
Zhao Sichen said: "Good man, I'm very well-behaved, tied tightly, look!" β
She lifted her foot ostentatiously.
Hey, it's too tight to lift.
- What is there to show off?
The thief saw Zhao Sichen's stupid and obedient appearance, and seemed to be less vigilant.
He put the sharp blade on the table next to him, pulled the handkerchief on the side, and stuffed it into Zhao Sichen's mouth.
After doing all this, his body softened, and he slowly walked to the table and sat down.
The thief did not light the lamp, touched the darkness, took out the teapot and teacup on the table, and poured himself a glass of water.
Just picked up the water glassββ
There was a muffled "poof".
A pebble shot in from the window.
The pebble was so strong that it shot through the paper that had been pasted on the window, right behind the thief's neck.
The thief hadn't noticed the abnormality yet, and he had already been concentrated in the key point of his neck by the small pebble, and he couldn't get up in one breath, so he threw his head up and fell straight back.
Zhao Sichen's hands and feet were untied at some point.
She was quick, jumped up from her chair, threw herself forward, hooked the thief's body with her right foot, and slowly lowered him down, making him lie on the ground.
The other hand caught the cup that had fallen halfway through.
This series of movements was completed at the same time in an instant, without making the slightest sound.
After doing all this, Zhao Sichen retracted the foot that hooked the thief, put the cup on the table, and walked quickly to the window.
She stuck her waist and looked distressedly at the rice paper that had just been glued to the windowflower, which had been shot through a hole by a small pebble.
Zhao Sichen pushed open the window and whispered to the people standing outside: "Why don't you open the window and do it again, look!" This freshly pasted window! I'll have to mend the windows again tomorrow. β
Zhao Zhufei stood outside the window, and replied angrily: "It's not reasonable." β
Zhao Zhufei meant to enter the girl's boudoir late at night, which was unreasonable.
Zhao Sichen rolled his eyes.
She was alone in the house, she didn't do anything, and there was something unreasonable.
Zhao Sichen beckoned and beckoned Zhao Zhufei to come in through the window.
Zhao Zhufei didn't say a word, and his figure left from the backyard.
Old-fashioned uncle.
Zhao Sichen edged the window, turned around and walked a few steps, and opened the door.
Sure enough, Zhao Zhufei was standing at the door, raising his hand, about to knock on the door.
Zhao Sichen let go of his body and said, "Come in." β
Two people, one on the left and one on the right, squatted on either side of the thief.
The thief is not tall and slightly thin.
A black cloth covered half of the thief's face.
Zhao Sichen unceremoniously stretched out his hand and ripped off the black cloth on the thief's face.
As soon as the masked black cloth is opened, yo, a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes!
The young man is about the same age as Zhao Sichen, thirteen or fourteen years old, with extremely long eyelashes, delicate eyebrows, smooth and full forehead, but the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed to reveal a little sharpness.
Zhao Sichen opened his mouth first: "Wu State chasing soldiers? β
ββThe boy wears the traditional costume of the Wu Kingdom.
Zhao Zhufei shook his head and said, "It's not like, Wu Guo killer? It's too young. β
Zhao Sichen was a little puzzled: "Could it be that I walked outside all day and exposed my identity as a princess?" β
Zhao Zhufei denied: "It shouldn't be." You have rough skin and thick meat, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like a pampered princess of Zhao Kingdom. β
Zhao Sichen was annoyed.
She's been running around a lot lately, though, and her skin is a little rougher.
Zhao Sichen: "Uncle, answer the question well, don't poke a knife in my heart!" β
Zhao Zhufei ignored Zhao Sichen and continued to check.
Zhao Sichen asked, "Kill or not?" β
- Kill quickly, kill well, and sleep well.
Zhao Zhufei said softly: "Don't worry, take a look." β
He pulled open the boy's coat, revealing the snow-white soft muslin underwear underneath it.
Zhao Zhufei shook his head and said, "It's not the chasing soldiers of the Wu Kingdom. Lookβ"