"Chu Zhixia, no, Miss Chu...... Young General Chu, I will never provoke you again, from now on I will be your Chu family's dog. Deng Mian was drenched by the torrential rain, wrapped in a quilt, and trembled to shake Chu Zhixia's hand, "This time it's sincere." ”

Shen Zhou's eyes narrowed, like a fly, and opened his hand with a "snap".

What are you? Shen Zhou wanted to pick him up and throw him into the rain, and then open his Heavenly Spirit Cover and pour the water down.

"Excuse me." Chu Shixia smiled gently and respectfully, "Let Ling Zun know how bad it is." ”

Deng Mian was so frightened by the assassin that he was so incoherent that he couldn't even stand up. The news of the assassination of the only son of Dali Temple soon spread, and the people of Dali Temple rushed to clean up the mess, but Deng Mian refused to leave without seeing his father.

"Don't go!" Deng Mian grabbed the corner of Shen Zhou's clothes in a panic, "What if there are other assassins?" ”

"Young Master, we will escort you home." The old housekeeper of the Deng Mansion said bitterly, "Don't drag Miss Chu's ......" The old housekeeper really didn't see what kind of character Shen Zhou was, his tongue was tied in eighteen knots, and he changed his words, "Go back with us!" ”

"I'm not going! I don't believe anyone but my father! Deng Mian cried.

"You're too good to cry." Chu Zhixia said with a headache.

"Can't I be your dog? Just send me back. Deng Mian said with tears in his eyes.

Shen Zhou's forehead was bruised, and he slashed at the back of Deng Mian's neck with one palm. Deng Mian fainted softly and was dragged into the carriage by Shen Zhou. The old housekeeper wanted to reprimand Shen Zhou's inappropriate behavior, but he was stabbed by his angry eyes and thanked him sneeringly.

"Tonight, there won't be any other assassins, will you?" Chu Zhixia said suddenly.

Shen Zhou was stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did he react that this sentence was said to the old butler.

The old butler stared at her blankly.

Chu Zhixia didn't say anything more, just waved his hand and motioned for Shen Zhou to go with her.

——

Dead.

There was only one candle on the table, and Shen Zhou sat under the lamp to wipe his sword.

This sword was given by the master who saw the head and the tail of the dragon, and I don't know who forged it, and I don't know what kind of iron it forged. Just touching the scabbard in the hot summer day, I felt a chill climb down my arm to my heart.

Chu Zhixia wore long satin-like hair, only wore a shirt, and sat curled up at the table. She curled her fingertips and flicked them on the sword, and the crisp sound of the sword rang out.

"Why, there won't be any more Assassins tonight?" Shen Zhou waved sign language and asked, "Is it because we are gone?" ”

"Yes and no." Chu Shixia said lazily.

"Those two assassins are not following Deng Mian, but following us. Our presence is a signal for them to do something. Chu Shixia said, "But the mastermind behind the scenes doesn't really want Deng Mian to die." ”

Otherwise, pretending to be a girl in Fang Manting, or poisoning the wine, and so on, it is enough for Deng Mian to die hundreds of times.

"He's just...... In warning Dali Temple. Chu Zhixia was secretive, "I don't dare to kill Deng Mian, but he dares." This imperial capital, it is still up to him. Don't bow to me just because Deng Mian is in Yulinwei. ”

Shen Zhou's eyebrows jumped, "Regent? ”

Chu Zhixia stared at Shen Zhou's fingers and let out a long sigh. She took Shen Zhou's hand, pulled it over and put it on her chin, and the kitten rubbed it affectionately. Shen Zhou felt the soft flesh on her chin, and her heart seemed to be poked.

"Regent, this man is really ......"

It's hard to deal with.

The families, ministers, and even the royal family in the imperial capital were all held in the palm of his hand. It was too difficult to get anything out of his hands for the emperor.

——

Dali Temple.

The prison of Dali Temple is half-sunk underneath, damp and gloomy. The heavy rain for several days almost submerged the prison, and every foot of Dali Siqing stepped in the shallow water.

Dali Siqing's doting on his only son is well known. Deng Xiaogongzi was almost assassinated in Fang Manting, but he did not pick up the person himself, but came to interrogate the assassin overnight, and many people secretly criticized him for pretending.

The two Assassins, one with an arm deprived, cut through the gap in the joint, cut through the gap in the joint, cut open almost perfectly, and stabbed into the lungs by their companions; The other half of the shoulder blade was shattered, and the head hit the ground, shattering half of the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The two were hung half-dead on the torture rack, with more air in and less air out.

The subordinate pretended to be clever and said, "These two people can't see it, do you want to ask a doctor to take a look and interrogate them slowly?" ”

After all, dead people can't speak.

Dali Siqing didn't speak, and the black-clothed man behind him tacitly agreed, stepped forward to break open the teeth of the two, and stuffed a pill into it.

As soon as the pill entered their throats, the two of them struggled violently, and the chains cracked wildly. The two of them seemed to be enduring great pain, their facial features were deformed, their mouths were foaming at the mouth, and finally their eyes gradually drifted and they no longer moved.

"Two Assassins committed suicide in fear of sin, and when I came, they were already dead." Dali Siqing coldly commanded, "Do you understand?" ”

The jailer said yes again and again.

Dali Siqing turned around and walked out of the prison, and the servants he carried with him held an umbrella for him.

"Is Mian'er home?" Dali Siqing's voice was a little hoarse.

"Back to the master, the young master was crying endlessly, and he refused to go home if he didn't see you." The servant pondered, "The people around Miss Chu knocked the young master unconscious and handed him over to the housekeeper. Now I'm home. ”

"Chu Zhixia......" Dali Siqing smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He is a father, but he can't stop others from playing with his son's life and death between applause. If it weren't for Chu Zhixia's action, Deng Mian would have shed his skin even if he didn't die today.

And he couldn't even express a slight gratitude to Chu Zhixia, and he had to fight with him in the never-ending struggle of the imperial capital.

——

The rain in spring and March has finally stopped.

The branches are green, and the birds report spring.

The gate of the Akiba Mountain Residence is closed, and the front of the court is deserted and empty.

Only one person sneakily touched it, inserted a name card sprinkled with gold dust into the crack of the door, and whispered, "Deng Mian, the son of Dali Siqing, came to visit—I came to see my eldest brother, and I was tired of spreading the word." ”

——

Chu Zhixia hung his wrist and held a pen, and the words "Zhongzheng Peace" were written on the rice paper. The strokes are hard and indestructible, and the sharp edge of the pen is like an open sword—there is no clear meaning of neutrality and peace.

"Deng Mian, what is he doing here?" Chu Zhixia threw the sheep on the inkstone, and said strangely, "Has the imperial capital been looking for a fight recently?" ”

"You're still grounded, or you're gone?" Yuzhu didn't say a word about this person running out to drink flower wine within two days of being grounded, as if he took the grounding seriously.

"Call him in." Chu Zhixia said, "He's not afraid that people will poke his backbone and say that he colluded with Yunzhong, what am I afraid of?" ”

Deng Mian was wearing a purple gold silk robe, with a piece of mutton fat jade hanging on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand, which looked a bit like a merry boy.

But he had a food box hanging on his left arm, and a splendid box in his right arm, full of burdens, and he couldn't wait to put the vassal elegant fan on his mouth, how did he look like a king who couldn't stretch his limbs.

"Qingming hasn't arrived yet, and you've gone to the wrong place to go to the grave." Chu Zhixia said sarcastically, "What is Deng Gongzi doing?" ”

The breeze is coming, and Zhang Shuxuan is spread in the garden pavilion, and the words "Zhongzheng and Peace" are sharp on it. Chu Shixia held a cup of hot tea, lowered his eyes and blew away the tea foam, and his posture was graceful and elegant, and he did have a bit of the demeanor of a celebrity in the imperial capital.

However, Deng Mian remembered the blood dripping from her sword, and he didn't dare to compare her with those delicate daughters.

"I will walk my word, and from today onwards, you will be my boss." Deng Mian shook a tinky gift and said, "In the future, I won't follow the third prince, just follow you." ”

Chu Shixia was inexplicably surprised, "Gongzi Deng, do you think I look like a fool?" ”

The civil and military officials with names and surnames are either the regent's lackeys or the first assistant's subordinates, none of which are fuel-efficient lamps. Although Deng Mian is a straw bag, he has not deviated to the point of mixing with Chu Shixia.

Such a person, Chu Zhixia didn't dare to use it, and he wouldn't use it.

"I'm sincere, the grace of saving my life, I can't repay it, so I have to make a promise with my body-ah!"

Deng Mian's last word was still in his mouth, and a black shadow fell in front of him.

The chilly blade of the sword hung in Deng Mian's throat, forcing him to retreat step by step, until he reached the pillar. Shen Zhou held the sword in his backhand, and his dangerous gaze swept past him, as if to observe where he was better to sword.

"Big brother, save me!" Deng Mian shouted miserably.

"Sinking boat, don't make trouble." Chu Zhixia pressed his temples, "And you, don't recognize relatives." Our Chu family does not have straw bales. ”

Shen Zhou smashed the sword back into the sheath in dissatisfaction, turned around and made a sign language: "You agree with him to make a personal promise?" He turned around and looked at Deng Mian harshly, and saw that Deng Mian's body was cold, "He is not as good-looking as me!" ”

Aggrieved and resentful.

Chu Zhixia was about to laugh angrily, he didn't know how to eat this flying vinegar, "Who can look good as you, you are the best to look - don't scare him." ”

Deng Mian's eyes swirled back and forth between the two, he couldn't understand Shen Zhou's sign language, he only felt that Shen Zhou's knife-like eyes were cutting over him.

After a moment, Deng Mian suddenly realized.

Shen Zhou sensed his gaze and turned his head to wipe his neck menacingly, his beautiful eyes narrowing into slender shapes like cats.

Look again, gouge out your eyeballs.

Deng Mian blindfolded himself playfully.

"Big brother, I'm really here to take refuge in you." Deng Mian covered his eyes stiffly, "You are still willing to save me from being such a bastard before, you are a good person." I'm not going to do it against you anymore. ”

"Thank you, I get it." Chu Zhixia put away the rice paper and knocked it on his shoulder, "Although you didn't cause me any trouble. ”

Chu Zhixia's opponent has never been this group of teenagers who drink and fight and hug girls. She didn't target anyone from the Yulin Guard, but it just so happened that they were in her way.

"One more friend is better than one more enemy!" Deng Mian showed his eyes from between his fingers, blinked, and said, "How boring you are in the imperial capital. ”

Chu Zhixia didn't bother to refute him.

As a friend, Deng Mian was of no use; As an enemy, Deng Mian did not pose any threat; is a fun, Deng Mian can be regarded as talented.

"Play with me, how many lives do you have?" Chu Zhixia chuckled, he couldn't tell whether it was contempt or mockery in his laughter, his eyelashes flew obliquely, "You don't even dare to let your father know about the visit, recognize me as the boss, aren't you afraid that he will break your legs?" ”

Deng Mian, a pampered little boy, not to mention a group of slaves when he goes out, at least he should be accompanied by carriages and horses. However, he came to the door alone with a gift, and there was no one around him, so it was obvious that he came secretly.

Deng Mian was dumbfounded for a moment, and Chu Zhixia had already raised his feet and left.

The dewy green skirt swept across the bluestone-paved path, and Chu Zhixia's back disappeared into the depths of the spring-filled flowers and trees.