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Cao Zi'an withdrew from Beilai Mansion from Beilai Mansion as a staff member, and returned to Baihan City to spend his old age in peace, the old man wasted a little saliva in his life, so he slaughtered all the scholars in the world, and no one was afraid. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

White Horse Road is the main city road of Baihan City, along the main city road around the dazzling array of shops, wine shops, teahouses, eye rouge shops, silk and satin shops, and those unsightly Goolan Qinglou still have to go inside.

Cao Zi'an is now sixty-seven, he is an old man, but he has black hair, and even the wrinkles on his face are rare.

The seventy-year-old Cao staff has a strong heart, and the more beautiful stunners the better, there are many obscure courtyards in the huge White Cold City, and there are female pets he raises, and he changes his residence almost every day.

In the evening, perhaps because of the cloudy sky, it was much darker than usual, and the atmosphere was solemn and gloomy.

Cao Zi'an slowly pushed open the outer door of one of his courtyards in the White Cold City, and walked into the house, the blue glaze lamp in the room crackled and burned on the table, and there was a thin-faced woman sitting on the bed under the light, the woman was fifteen or sixteen years old, her posture was medium to high, and the most coveted thing was that her skin was whiter than snow, like congealed fat, and after seeing Cao Zi'an walk in, the woman's eyes were frightened, and she cowered to the side of the bed, without saying a word, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, as if she saw a terrifying ghost, and instantly left tears in the corners of her eyes.

Cao Zi'an smiled slightly, his smile was full of gloom, which made people shudder, and he smiled: "Take out that object." ”

After that, Cao Zi'an sat at the table, took out a set of ice cracked tea sets from his arms, the cup wall is thick, the mouth edge is spacious, the glaze is thin and fine, and there are irregular fine layers on the glaze, as if the ice is cracked, he took out a few tea leaves and put them in the teapot without hurry, and then poured boiling water and covered the lid, and then raised his head, looking at the woman who bought it from the south for fifteen gold.

At present, some people from poor families are not allowed to sell their women in exchange for gold and silver to make a living, and they are bought by some green houses in the south to be trained and then sold to the northern magnates for a lot of money, and the faces and figures of the northern women are not as good as the southern women, so the southern maids are hot in the north, and some officials have doubled their faces with the southern maids in the house to warm the bed.

was suddenly looked at by Cao Zi'an, the woman seemed to have been stung by a scorpion, and then tremblingly put her hand into the skirt of her lower body, and from time to time took out two plump and crystal clear red dates from it, and then got up and handed it to Cao Zi'an.

Cao Zi'an took the two red dates that were full of water stains, the red dates were soaked in the girl's lower body for a day, and the water stains were full at the moment, round and shining, and looked carefully at the light, and was amazed, and then put the red dates into the teapot.

The world says that Cao Zi'an has a skill in rejuvenation, but he doesn't know that 'this technique is not another technique', when he spent a lot of money to buy a strange Taoist from a strange Taoist priest to make him stay young in recent years, and even 'rejuvenation', even on the top of the bed is like a fish in water, sixty-seven years old can still be old and strong, that magic is indispensable, but it is a pity that every strange Taoist requires a lot of money to buy, a prescription for rejuvenating the face cost Cao Zi'an half a lifetime to earn, not to mention others.

When it was almost time, the 'judge' Cao Zi'an opened the teapot in front of him with a smile, and suddenly the fragrance of the tea was overflowing, mixed with some indescribable strange tastes, and the two big red dates were round and crystal clear in the hot tea, which was wonderful.

After drinking a pot of tea in one gulp, and even taking the two red dates in the teapot out with his fingers and eating them into his stomach, Cao Zi'an felt that he was refreshed every time he ate a pot of tea.

A pot of tea was in his stomach, Cao Zi'an felt full of desire, and even his face turned red, and at this moment, his body seemed to be slightly burning with thousands of flames, scratching his heart.

Getting up, he walked towards the woman who was timidly hiding at the foot of the bed, the woman dodged, but was slapped by Cao Zi'an and fainted, and then rudely took off her clothes...

On the white horse road of the white cold city, a young man walked in the thin dim rain curtain with a plum blossom oil paper umbrella, a person, a sword and an umbrella have nothing else, perhaps because the autumn rain fell, the real street was empty, except for the rippling oblique rain curtain, the fiery red mink fur also looked out of place on a gloomy rainy night, the young man was long, handsome and extraordinary, the most eye-catching was the pair of Danfeng eyes like a woman, at this time the young man took out a grimace ceramic mask from his arms, and then put it on his face, the grimace mask seemed to cry not crying, like laughing but not laughing, the man held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and put the other hand on the hilt of the sword at will, and walked into the dark and long rain alley。

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad!

Cao Zi'an has been a secret staff member of the king of Beilai all his life, not only making plans to disturb the troubled waters of the Spring and Autumn Territory, but also cooperating with Gongsun Ignorance to kill a few literati, but he has no sense of guilt after all, unlike Jiang Loan, who will be awakened in his sleep in the middle of the night, Cao Zi'an can have such a mentality because he threw all the huge baggage of luck on Beilai when he retired, and he has no qi on him, so he can enjoy Qingfu now.

At that time, Cao Zi'an was a founder of Xumen, and he had made great achievements in assassination intelligence, and he could guarantee that at least three dead soldiers would appear around him at any time, and these dead soldiers were all assassination masters who came out of Beilai Xumen, all of whom were extraordinary, so Cao Zi'an did whatever he wanted.

The alley is dim, originally this time period is far from being dark, but the rain is oppressive, and the sky is also dark, at this time the wind and rain are shaky, and there is silence.

Jiang Yangsheng walked to this deep alley with a sword, this alley is remote in the city, and the housing price is also very expensive, Cao Zi'an bought it is nothing more than to house the bought women's Ding furnace, and there are several such properties in the entire Baihan City, which are roughly the same purpose.

As an intelligence organization in Beilai, Jiang Yangsheng was naturally familiar with the secret language of this organization, and he put his finger into his mouth and blew a few strange sounds, and the few faint breaths hidden in the shadows all faded and disappeared into the rainy night. Jiang Yangsheng has an understanding of the Xumen, the characters here are all bloody and murderous masters, but they absolutely obey the order, after the few obscure secret words just now, the whistle that was originally hidden in the shadows and waiting for the opportunity to move has retreated, any of them left Jiang Yangsheng can't succeed, if you want to enter the Youmen, you need at least the strength of the rank, with Jiang Yangsheng's strength of hanging feet at all.

Cao Zi'an did not have the habit of spending the night elsewhere, so after getting out of bed, he straightened his clothes and went out, never glancing at the woman who was cowering at the foot of the bed and covered in bruises.

When he walked out of the door of the small courtyard with an oil-paper umbrella, the old fox who used to be the first in Beilai had a sharp look in his eyes, and his eyes narrowed into a thin line.

In the oblique rain curtain, at the end of the rain alley, a man in a fiery red sable fur stood at the end of the alley, holding a plum blossom umbrella, the rain gathered along the edge of the umbrella into a crystal and fell to the ground, the man wore a strange grimace mask, one hand pressed on the ancient clumsy long sword at his waist, and approached here step by step, like a ghost god and demon who came out of the ghost gate of Xudu!

In the alley, as the man walked step by step, muddy mud splashed under his feet, Cao Zi'an looked at the strange man who walked in with interest, and waited for him to walk in.

"Cao Zi'an?"

Cao Zi'an was not frightened, calmly looked at the young man in front of him, and then thought for a long time before speaking.

"But His Royal Highness the Second Son?"

He seemed to be smiling, there was a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth, he didn't have the sense of crisis at all, he was the originator of half of the assassination, and he naturally had a very good understanding of this method, so even if he knew that his dead man was gone, he didn't mess up.

Jiang Yangsheng sighed, and his voice was a little higher.

"How so?"

"After all, Cao Zi'an has followed the prince for decades as a staff member, and he has no merit and hard work, although he had long expected that it would be the end of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, but he didn't expect it to arrive so soon. ”

Cao Zi'an avoided the question just now, but stabbed Jiang Loan to unload the mill and kill the donkey.

Although Yu Lindao once suggested to Jiang Loan that Cao Zi'an could not die for the time being, Jiang Loan insisted on shaking his head and writing Cao Zi'an's name with a red pen, which was considered a death sentence.

With a wave of his hand and a stroke of his pen, the 'judge' was sentenced to death!

"You could have lived a few more years. ”

Jiang Yang's sword slowly pulled out an inch, and then stopped and waited for Cao Zi'an's next words.

Cao Zi'an smiled self-deprecatingly, his face was full of despair, his face was resentful and gloomy, and he said with a cruel smile: "It's not that I can't escape such an ending if I live for a few more years, even if Your Highness doesn't kill me now, naturally there will be other people who will come to take my head, so it seems that it is better to die in the hands of His Highness, at least fill in the thick of a stroke for His Highness in the future, I want to know why I guessed His Highness's identity, after all, I have been with my colleagues in Yulindao for so long, and I can't see the wrist of the bull's nose?"

Seeing Jiang Yangsheng noncommittal, Cao Zi'an continued: "Two years ago, it was rumored that His Royal Highness the Second Prince wanted to practice swords, and it doesn't matter whether he practiced or not, this is all the mixed news that Yulindao deliberately came out to confuse the world, hehe, a notorious son can practice swords?" Ghost believes, but I believe it, your two brothers are very gloomy with the prince, and they will definitely not be as stubborn as people say, some time ago there was the bad news that His Royal Highness the second prince died in a foreign country, I suspect that this is the handiwork of Yu Lindao secretly crossing Chen Cang, until the three secret dead soldiers retired tonight, I guessed the hidden secret, I think His Royal Highness is not the only one who asked for his life on this trip, right?"

Jiang Yangsheng nodded, admitting that Cao Zi'an was not the only one to be killed on this trip, and a list of more than a dozen people was written in his arms on a list of more than a dozen people handed over by Yu Lindao before leaving, and they were all bound to die!

"Cao someone in the first half of his life for the prosperity of Beilai, the will of heaven is obvious, if the prince insists on killing a Cao Zi'an who is no longer worrying and chills the hearts of the world's ministers, Cao Zi'an admits death!"

Under the mask, Jiang Yangsheng frowned, this Cao Zi'an is worthy of being a scheming fox, and he said that killing himself was above morality, but Yu Lindao had this consideration in advance, but His Royal Highness the Second Prince was already a dead man in the eyes of the people, who would have thought that it was him!

Generously dying is nothing more than certain death, but he wants to be famous for eternity, and Jiang Yangsheng, who sells his reputation and reputation, does not know much about the literati thought.

"Now, after your death, the official history will write you as a loyal and righteous counselor. ”

Jiang Yangsheng whispered, and then the Qingque Sword was pulled out inch by inch.

The heavy rain poured down, the rain curtain in front of him became thicker, and the narrow alleys became blurred, Jiang Yangsheng leaned over and picked up the plum blossom umbrella that fell on the ground, and after collecting the sword and returning it to the sheath, he picked up the bloody head on the ground, and tied a knot in Cao Zi'an's wet hair, Cao Zi'an didn't blink his eyes!

The sad thing is that a generation of ministers, not loyal and courageous, but ended up miserable, even if he is unwilling, but it will not help, his cleverness is the best amulet, is it not good to be an ancestor in Baihan City with peace of mind?

When I walked to the entrance of the alley, a little girl dressed in a floral cloth dress with two pigtails cowered and hid in the corner of the wall, looking at Cao Zi'an's head with white hair swelling due to the rain soaking, and the fear in her eyes could not be concealed.

The rain poured down, and the little girl without an umbrella was soaking wet, looking lonely and helpless.

Jiang Yangsheng walked to the little girl's side and squatted down to keep the rain from drenching on her thin body, then smiled, stretched out his other hand and gently closed the little girl's frightened and empty eyes, preventing her from seeing the terrifying scene in her hand.

Cao Zi'an, who assassinated the generation of 'judges' of the organization Xumen, was beheaded at the head of the city, and that night people only saw a ghost-faced man in a sable fur through the rain curtain to hang Cao Zi'an's head at the head of the city, and then his back disappeared into the night little by little.

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