Fang Manting.

The room was lit with warm charcoal fire, which kept out the cold and wet rain outside the window. The teenagers in the room were almost drunk, hugging the singer and dancer in twos and threes, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

"I'll just say that Chu Zhixia won't end well." Deng Mian slapped the table and laughed, "After kneeling on the official road for such a while, she lost face, I don't think she has the face to return to Yu Linwei!" I let go of the drink, and I will hang it on my Deng account tonight. ”

"The earth dog in the clouds, also want to be the overlord in our imperial capital?"

Someone responded and laughed.

Someone drank too much, and the woman buried her head in her arms made a thin sucking sound on her shoulder and neck.

Only one person played the flute quietly, and the sound of the flute was clear, like a butterfly swirling in the rain.

Most of the girls raised in the land of fireworks are taught how to please their benefactors.

Deng Mian couldn't help but raise his eyes to look over.

The flute girl sat by the window, the rain drenching her skirt and her shoulders, outlining the tight shoulders. Her rain-soaked hair sticks to her ears, and her plain white face looks like a watery landscape painting.

She was ostracized to that place, but she didn't seem to care, and played the flute on her own.

These teenagers are frequent visitors to Qinglou and prefer mature and amorous women.

Such a jerky girl is like a blue plum, beautiful, but also sour.

"It's still a chick," the fox friend noticed Deng Mian's gaze, and leaned over with a smile and said, "The old bustard said that it would take half a year to be listed." There are many customers waiting to buy her, and they like her eyes. ”

The girl's pupils were also like a little ink, black and heavy, revealing coldness and arrogance.

The more unattainable it is, the more it will provoke people to climb and set; The more ice and jade are clean, the more people want to tarnish.

The more cold-blooded the beauty, the more people want to be tamed, want her eyes to be in tears, want her to lose her reserve, and break her arrogance.

Deng Mian felt a surge of anger in his heart, and that little obscene thought was swept away, these eyes reminded him of Chu Shixia - Chu Shixia always smiled, but the smile floated lightly on the surface, and the bottom of his eyes was also so cold and arrogant.

"The flute, come here. What is your name? Deng Mian asked.

The girl knelt in front of Deng Mian and said, bowing her head to reveal a white neck, "Wan'er." ”

Such a gentle and lingering name is not suitable for her at all.

Deng Mian raised her jaw and stared at those cold and beautiful eyes, the anger in her chest became more and more intense, "This name is not good, this son will change it for you, just call it-"

"Moxue."

Someone at the table was so frightened that they coughed again and again, and looked at Deng Mian in shock who suddenly grew eighteen dog galls.

Mo Xue, this is Chu Zhixia's word.

The girl didn't respond well, nor did she say bad. Deng Mian's patience ran out, and he slapped her in the face, knocking her to the ground.

"What are you going to do with this son?" Deng Mian took off a piece of jade from his waist and threw it to the person next to him, "Take it to the old bustard, I want this girl." ”

That piece of jade is warm and delicately carved, and it is expensive at a glance. If you don't rush this piece of jade, you will rush Deng Mian is the son of Dali Siqing, and this "Wan'er" will have to be taken away by Deng Mian even if she is not listed. There are many elegant or coquettish girls in the imperial capital, but there is only one Dali Siqing.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and the cold wind drove in with the rain.

"What did you just say you wanted to change her name for?"

Chu Zhixia, Shen Zhou, and the shivering old bustard stood at the door. Shen Zhou's fingertips brushed over the hilt of his sword, and his gaze swept past Deng Mian's throat as if unintentionally. Deng Mian subconsciously held his neck and took two steps back.

"I also don't think Wan'er's name is good," Chu Zhixia turned to look at the old bustard with a smile, "What do you think?" ”

The fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, and the old bustard couldn't wait to kneel down for these two, even if she was a human spirit who came over in the wind and waves, she didn't dare to take Chu Zhixia's words - the private room that the ancestor smashed the day before yesterday has not been repaired!

"Deng Gongzi, what do you think?" Chu Zhixia raised his eyebrows and asked.

Deng Mian's anger rose from his heart, and he turned his anger into his guts, twisted the face of "Wan'er", revealing a little evil spirit, "No matter what her name is, she can only call me in my bed later." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, Fang Manting's rule is that the highest bidder wins." Chu Zhixia took off the hairpin and beads on his head, and smashed them on the table with a bang, "I'm going to listen to this Wan'er girl play the flute today." ”

Deng Mian took advantage of the smell of wine to smash all the silver on the table, and made a loud noise, "Okay!" ”

Chu Zhixia wanted to increase the price again, but Shen Zhou held her shoulder, stepped forward and threw the sword on the table. The sword looked unremarkable, its scabbard pitch black, and half of it slid out of its shiny blade.

The clear sword light stabbed Deng Mian awake for a moment, his breathing stopped, and he raised his eyes to stare at the two.

I've never seen a man and a woman come together to drink flower wine!

"Ouch, my eldest young master and eldest lady!" The old bustard begged grandpa to tell grandma, so he knelt down and kowtowed to them, "Thank you for loving our Wan'er, but our Wan'er hasn't reached the day of the listing, you can listen to the song, and the evening guest will be unbearable!" If Deng Gongzi has the heart, she won't be able to run away if she comes back in a few months! ”

Deng Mian's wine was half awakened by the start, so he went down the steps, snorted coldly, and passed by Chu Zhixia.

The old bustard called it evil, instructed "Wan'er" to entertain Chu Shixia well, and hurriedly went to appease Deng Mian.

Chu Zhixia didn't care, and raised his hand to pull up the girl on the ground.

"Thank you, Miss." The girl said softly.

"Don't thank me." Chu Zhixia's knuckles wiped the redness and swelling on her face, "We had a fight in Fangmanting that day, and you also played the flute in the private room, right?" ”

"Yes."

"You play the flute very well, and it reminds me of snow in the clouds...... What is your name? ”

"Wan'er."

"I mean, real name." Chu Zhixia said.

The girl raised her eyelashes, as if she wanted to take Chu Zhixia's solemn look back to her eyes. This was the first time Chu Zhixia had seen her eyes clearly, they were not clear and not bright, like a snowstorm brewing in the sky.

After a long time, she said, "Jiang Qiao." ”

"Joe, Gao and Qu also."

Chu Shixia was stunned, this is not a good name.

Shen Zhou's ears caught the slightest sound, the sound of shoes running over the bricks. Such a small sound fell on Shen Zhou's ears, but it was infinitely amplified, as if the two of them were stepping on his eardrums.

He interrupted Chu Zhixia's deliberation and gestured, "Can Deng Mian die?" ”

Chu Zhixia didn't know why, "It's better not now, I'm still grounded and suddenly appear here, if he happens to die again......"

Once this suspicion is touched, it can no longer be shaken off.

Shen Zhou suddenly hooked the corner of the eaves and climbed onto the roof, Chu Zhixia seemed to realize something, turned around and hurried to chase after Deng Mian who was leaving.

Jiang Qiao, who stayed in place, was silent for a long time, went back to the messy house, and picked up the bamboo flute.

——

Deng Mian strode forward, half because of the anger that had been swept away, and half because he was afraid that Chu Zhixia would catch up and fight with him. The old bustard chased after him, and he caused him to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Deng Gongzi is angry, Wan'er's dead girl is not blessed, there are more sensible and charming girls in our yard than her." The old bustard was afraid of losing this distinguished guest, so he hurriedly coaxed, "I will serve you comfortably." ”

"Get out of here, I'm not interested now." Deng Mian kicked the old bustard to the back, lifted the corner of his robe and walked out of the gate of Fang Manting.

In the flash of lightning, a hand pressed the back of his neck and pressed him to the ground. Deng Mian's scolding broke in his throat, and two crossbow arrows were nailed into the carriage at the door, and the tail trembled.

Deng Mian was stunned.

"There are assassins!" The hindsighted guard shouted.

Before Deng Mian could react, the guard who was the first to shout rushed up to him, and the cold light in his hand flickered. Deng Mian has two tricks to embroider his legs, although he is domineering, he has never killed anyone or seen blood, and his hands and feet are stiff for a while, and he can't move.

The sword came out of its sheath, and the snow was as cold as frost, and it smashed into the guard's heart like a poisonous snake. Chu Zhixia twisted the hilt of his sword, and blood spurted out from the blood trough, sizzling.

"Those who are close to them are considered fellow Assassins, and they will be killed." Chu Zhixia pushed the corpse away and said coldly.

Fang Manting turned into a pot of porridge in front of the court, and he was most afraid of assassins fishing in troubled waters. It doesn't take much skill to kill someone, just a one-inch blade slicing the throat and a three-inch blade piercing the heart. One close, Deng Mian is afraid that he will become a corpse.

At that time, even if Chu Zhixia was full of mouth, he couldn't say clearly.

"Someone is going to kill me?!" Deng Mian trembled and squirmed on the ground, hiding beside Chu Zhixia. But as soon as he looked up, he saw the blood dripping from the snow in the drinking stream, and his face immediately turned pale, and he didn't dare to approach or go away.

"Yes, yes," Chu Zhixia bowed down, looked at the frightened and dazed face, and said with a smile, "Deng Gongzi, do you want to ask the assassin if you know who Ling Zun is?" ”

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The torrential rain washed over the roof ridge the size of a baby's arm, and a slip would break the ankle and fall.

Not once did the sunken boat stomp on the ridge, his toes just snapped on the ridge before his legs swept towards the Assassin's neck.

He attacked so fast that the Assassin's bow and crossbow did not have time to replace them with new arrows, so he had to block with his wrist and hit him hard. The bow gurgled and rolled down the roof, the Assassin unsteady under his feet, but the sinking boat's sword was unsheathed, and the rain was swung in an arc, mixed with hot blood splashing on the tiles.

The sword didn't hurt the vital point, but it sliced through the crack in the bone, ripping off almost his entire arm. The assassin slipped his short knife from his wrist and flew the blade away. But the pain of the separation caused the Assassin to scream, and he barely stopped, gasping for breath.

The Assassin's companion slid like a snake behind the ship, the rain obscuring his breathing.

They didn't even notice when the sinking boat was approaching, perhaps it was the noisy sound of rain that masked the sound of breathing, or maybe they were careless. But the rainstorm will not only favor him alone, this angle, the sinking boat is never possible to find.

A blade slipped out of his companion's sleeve and stabbed at the back of the sunken boat's heart.

However, the sound of the Assassin's heartbeat was as heavy as a drum in Shen Zhou's ears.

He dodged the strange stab sideways, his palm pressed against his companion's shoulder. The assassin felt a tingling sensation invade his entire arm, and his shoulder blades made a popping sound, and then the whole person was smashed out by the sinking boat.

The two Assassins threw themselves to the ground, rolling in a few laps and being trampled on their shoulders.

Chu Zhixia seemed to be stepping on a juju and forced the two assassins to stop. She stomped on the Assassin above, so that his knife would pierce his companion deeper.