"I'll let you die first!"

The killer's face changed abruptly, and he rushed towards Jiang Qiao with quick movements. Jiang Qiao clenched the dagger in his sleeve, and his body trembled slightly. The killer's movements slowed down frame by frame in her eyes, and Jiang Qiao even heard the sound of the long wind in the distance rolling flames into the sky in a trance.

"Run!"

Deng Mian suddenly rushed out regardless of it, threw himself directly into the killer's arms, and hugged his waist tightly. The killer was startled by his sudden movements, and subconsciously he still didn't dare to offend Dali Siqing, and his body was one step faster than his brain.

Jiang Qiao knew that even if he ran, he wouldn't be able to run far, so he immediately held the dagger and stabbed it into the killer's heart. But after all, the killer was experienced in a hundred battles, and as soon as he raised his leg, he directly kicked Deng Mian out and slammed it against the wall. He dodged extremely quickly, and Jiang Qiao stabbed him in the ribs and failed to advance a bit.

Deng Mian struggled to get up from the ground, coughing up blood foam in his mouth. He watched Jiang Qiao being lifted up by the killer's neck, and his slender neck seemed to break with a slight twist. The killer raised the thorn in his hand and aimed it at Jiang Qiao's chest.

Deng Mian saw the dagger that fell to the ground, endured the blood surging in his heart, grabbed the dagger and stabbed it out regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, he didn't even know where the stab was, he only felt the blood spurting out from under the knife splashing on his hand.

The killer's waist and eyes were numb, and his hands suddenly lost strength, and Jiang Qiao fell to the ground like a rag, coughing out of breath. Deng Mian looked at the knife in his hand in a panic, the killer was more shocked than him, he didn't expect this little sheep-like gentleman to really dare to use the knife.

"I'm underestimating you." The killer was so angry that he decided not to do anything, and both of them were killed and thrown into the fire.

He approached step by step, and Deng Mian couldn't help but tremble.

"My father is Dali Siqing, if you dare to kill me, he will not let you go......" Deng Mian's eyes stared at the iron thorn in the killer's hand, sharp and hard, and he saw blood sealing his throat.

The killer was unmoved, indifferently raising the iron spike. Deng Mian saw his movements and subconsciously wanted to protect Jiang Qiao. But Jiang Qiao pounced violently, moving faster than him, blocking Deng Mian as if he was dead.

Jiang Qiao's eyes were closed, and there was only one thought left in his mind - what I promised the eldest lady has not yet been done.

A thin sound of wind cut through the night.

The people who came from the roof in the distance swooped down like swifts, and the moment they landed, their swords came out like flowing water. A line of hot blood spurted out, splashing on the back of Jiang Qiao's fair neck and Deng Mian's gray cheeks.

Chu Zhixia slowly stood up from the kneeling position, calmed his breathing, shook his hand to drink the blood on the stream, and put his sword into the sheath.

"Boss......" Deng Mian's three souls and seven spirits seemed to have lost half of them.

"Miss Chu." Jiang Qiao looked back at her, and he didn't ease up.

"It's not hurt, is it?" Chu Shixia stretched out his hand and pulled the two up, "I'm late, I'm sorry." ”

Jiang Qiao shook his head.

"The eldest son of Jiang Chang went to Guangling today." Chu Zhi Xia Yi said simply, "The bad news is that I came halfway when I saw the fire in Qunyufang, and he still has to live for a few more days." ”

"The good news?" Jiang Qiao asked in a daze.

"The good news is that you still have a chance to kill him with your own hands." Chu Zhixia said lightly.

There was a "plop" over there, and Deng Mian sat on the ground with weak hands and feet, with an ignorant and dazed expression.

"Jiang Qiao's surname is Jiang, Jiang of the Guangling Jiang clan, she is the younger sister of Jiang Changgongzi;" Deng Mian hugged his head and muttered to himself, "The musician in the Scarlet Jade Pavilion is Huo Wenbai from Jiangnan; So...... The little guy I saw that day who looked like the four princes was the real four princes. ”

Chu Zhixia wanted to sigh, "You're not hurt, are you?" How did you end up here? ”

Deng Mian's eyes bloomed bloodshot, "You don't want to go against the Chen family, you want to support the four princes to win the heir." ”

Chu Zhixia didn't deny it, "Let's go, I'll send you home." ”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell my father," Deng Mian looked at her silver-white blade tremblingly, inexplicably frightened, "Won't you kill me?" ”

"Why am I killing you?" Chu Zhixia's head is bigger than two heads, "If you like to tell him, tell him, there is no point in it." ”

——

Dock.

Jiang Changgongzi stood at the bow of the boat in a big coat.

The huge sails poured down like a sea of clouds, and the ship slid down the dark river as far as the eye could see, gradually moving away from the night of the imperial capital, which was as bright as day.

The imperial capital gathers the power and wealth of the world, and no matter how rich and noble the sky is, no matter how prominent the family background is, it seems small here. Unwilling people have to look up to the majestic palace, looking forward to the day when they will rise to the top, under one person and above ten thousand.

"When I was young, there was a tenant surnamed Fan in my family, and the family had a god of literature and wealth, claiming to be a descendant of Tao Zhugong. My father always happily took me to see the statue of the god of literature and wealth burned in mud, and told me the legend of Tao Zhugong. ”

Jiang Changgongzi hugged Da Yu and said indifferently: "Later, I learned that he would not tell Jiang Qiao this. He neither strictly required Jiang Qiao to learn the way of doing business, nor did he let her suffer from the sophistication of human affairs, let alone give her a birthday under the pretext that he was busy with affairs. He used Tao Zhugong's deeds to encourage me every year, but he didn't even bother to think about making up a new set of rhetoric. ”

The subordinates who were forced to listen to the master's private family trembled, and they didn't dare to come out.

"It's a good thing he's finally dead."

Jiang Changgongzi laughed out loud, he laughed too proudly and presumptuously, his facial features were hideously distorted, "On the first day he died, I smashed the statue of the God of Literature and Wealth." The woman he loved the most, self-immolated and died; His favorite daughter has fallen into the dust. Do you think he died willingly? ”

"They all deserve it, they all deserve to die!" Jiang Changgongzi yelled uncontrollably, hoarse and crazy.

"Jiang Qiao, Chu Zhixia, these, I will kill them one by one sooner or later!" Jiang Changgongzi roared in a low voice, "I will come back again, when the time comes, I want Chu Shixia to kneel down and beg me, and ask her to get out of the imperial capital like a dog!" ”

The subordinate knelt on the deck with a "plop", and complimented him with fear: "Childe will definitely be able to make a comeback and make a comeback!" ”

Jiang Changgongzi lost his temper enough, and the sharp wind swept his roar and disappeared into the vast river. He took a deep breath and glanced at the imperial capital in the distance, before leaving his subordinates and turning back to the room. Jiang Changgongzi sat in the room for a while, his mouth was dry, only to find that the room was quiet, and there was no movement at all.

He said angrily, "What about those who serve? What about tea? ”

With a "boom", a flying needle shot out the candle flame, flew out through the window paper and fell into the river. The moment the room fell into darkness, a line of cold air that could almost cut through the skin silently stuck to Jiang Changgongzi's throat.

"Y-Who are you?" Jiang Changgongzi tensed his body, he didn't dare to move, he could feel the sharp blade tightly against his throat, even if he spoke louder, the other party could cut his throat.

"What do you want? Money? I am the head of the Guangling Jiang clan, and I can give you a lot of money...... You let me go. Who sent you to kill me? Chen Boyan? You tell him he can ask for as much as he wants-"

"A piece of advice for you."

A soft, slightly cool voice interrupted Jiang Changgongzi's plea for mercy.

"Don't call the eldest lady by her name."

As if after the silk silk was torn, Jiang Changgongzi's dead body fell to the floor, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red. The people outside the door saw that the lights went out suddenly, and hurriedly pushed open the door and broke in, only to see a back figure pushing the window and jumping into the river.

——

Akiba Mountain House.

"Yuzhu! Jade beads? ”

Chu Zhixia shouted several times in a row, but he didn't see anyone, so he had to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the house by himself.

There were a circle of people sitting in the room, Jiang Qiao was wrapped in a wide robe and sipped hot water, his eyelashes were long, and his expression was calm; Huo Wenbai, who woke up, was placed on the couch and slowly wiped his face with a layer of black ash; Deng Mian, who vomited and became dehydrated, lay next to Huo Wenbai, so tired that he didn't want to move a finger.

Cheng Yuan desperately stopped most of the assassins, but let this one escape and chase the three of them. The other assassins were packed up by Chu Zhixia's cuisine, and none of them were left, and all of them were thrown into the sea of fire in the Scarlet Jade Pavilion.

Chu Zhixia finally took out a bottle of gold sore medicine and threw it to Cheng Yuan, who was sitting on the threshold and looked like he was at the door.

"The medicine my master dispensed, except for the pain, there is nothing wrong with it." Chu Zhixia said.

Cheng Yuan made people slash several times, but fortunately, he had kung fu and did not hurt his muscles and bones. Cheng Yuan didn't dare to go home, for fear that his sister would cry when she saw it, so she lied that she had official business and hid in the Autumn Leaf Mountain Residence. Cheng Yuan poured a small half bottle on the wound lightly and heavily, and the pain was so painful that he almost jumped up and danced.

Chu Zhixia didn't care about himself and said, "I said it a little painful." ”

Deng Mian on the couch rolled his eyes to look at Chu Zhixia, and then at the pale Huo Wenbai, and asked tentatively, "Are all those killers dead?" ”

Deng Mian refused to go home, and made Dali Siqing's face white. However, he was rarely silent here in Chu Zhixia, as if he had vomited out the words along with the contents of his stomach.

Chu Zhixia didn't answer directly, and teased: "They almost slaughtered you, the one who sent you to the door, do you still want to collect their corpses?" ”

Deng Mian was rarely smart once, "According to the rules, the arson and murder should be sentenced by Tianfu, and then Dali Temple will be imprisoned and executed on a selected day." Are you in a hurry to kill them all, are you afraid that they will fall into the hands of my father and reveal Huo Wenbai's identity? ”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Chu Zhixia lifted his eyelids and looked at him, and asked without any emotion: "So what?" The first day you saw me kill? I didn't tell you that I was a living Buddha. Even if people don't come to kill me, I'll kill others. ”

Deng Mian looked at her nervously: "Then will you kill me?" ”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and Huo Wenbai looked at Deng Mian with a bit of scrutiny. Jiang Qiao just lowered his head, didn't speak or give anyone a look, and even avoided Deng Mian's expression of asking for help.

Yuzhu suddenly appeared, breaking the stalemate. She had a warm and moist scent on her body, her hair scented with honey locusts, and her damp hair was draped over her shoulders.

"Lady looking for me?" Yuzhu asked.

"Did you take a shower?" Chu Zhixia wrinkled the tip of his nose and sniffed the smell on her body, pointed to the people in the house and said, "Let people clean up the room, Jiang Qiao and Huo Er Gongzi live in the same courtyard with me." Cheng Yuan lives where he lived before, Deng Mian, you can do it. ”

Yuzhu answered, and she had to find someone to help.

Deng Mian shouted abruptly, "I won't tell my dad what happened today, what I saw." In this case...... If one day, you win, can you not kill my father? ”

Chu Zhixia ignored him.

"Please give Jiang Changgongzi a comment: It will be in the next life.

And, the next chapter will begin to write about the sinking boat."