Chapter 98
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Just after a snowfall, the road near the city gate was very difficult to walk when it melted.
But in Zhengzhou, the prosperous capital known as the commercial capital, the streets are still crowded with people and cars.
The woodcutters carrying firewood, the peddlers carrying shelves, the farm women sitting in ox carts, the soldiers wearing armor and holding long spears, come and go on the muddy road covered with thin snow.
The crowd flowed in and out of the grand gate.
Because of this flow of people, many vendors gathered on both sides of the road inside the gate.
Some set up a tea stand, some sold a snack.
For those who rush out of the city or come back from a long way to rest their feet and fill their stomachs.
From time to time, there will be one or two carriages of wealthy people, creaking from the mud, wooden wheels splashing mud, so that pedestrians on both sides have to avoid.
A young man selling fire, mingling with the vendors on the side of the road, under the cover of the burden in front of him, carefully observed every carriage coming back from outside the city.
His name is dark. He's an assassin.
I don't remember my age, maybe seventeen or eighteen.
He only knew that few of his companions could live to his age.
With his same batch of dead attendants, only one girl survived the cruel test with him.
Their master Jie gave them names. The girl's name was Yang, and his name was dark.
But now, the girl named a Yang has disappeared.
Ah an had been squatting on the side of the road for most of the day. He was a little hungry.
In front of him, the aroma of the fire on the burden floated out and got into his nostrils, but he never extended his hand.
The impending operation does not allow him to have the food he just ate in his stomach, which is likely to make him vomit in the violent operation.
Even a little mistake in the action will cost one's own life.
Ah Yin receives the message that the target is coming soon.
This time, the target is a man in a carriage with disabled legs.
That man is a senior official of the state of Jin. His name is Zhou Zixi.
Ah an has heard the name for a long time.
Once upon a time, his only friend a Yang sat beside him and asked, "dark, have you ever liked anyone?"
Ah an doesn't understand what is like. There are only two things in his life. He can finish the task and continue to live, or he can die when the task fails.
The companion who grew up in the mud with him from childhood showed an expression that he could not understand. He blushed slightly: "I like my goal. His name is Zhou Zixi."
"You can't do this. You won't live long like this." Ah an said.
"Yes, because I like him, I think I may be dying." A Yang answers softly.
Ah Yang died soon.
Ah an's only friend who can talk is gone.
On the road came the sound of carts.
The carriage slowed down because of the heavy traffic.
There were many bodyguards at the front and back of the carriage.
After a long journey, he finally arrived at the gate of his own country.
The guards were obviously relaxed.
They talked with each other in a relaxed way, discussing where to drink a glass of strong wine in the evening to relieve their fatigue.
The curtain of the car window lifted, revealing a clear and elegant face.
This is the goal of ah an.
Ah an didn't hate or like this man, but he wanted to take his life.
He has done it countless times to exchange other people's lives for his own survival.
He shouldered his burden and went to the carriage.
In the noisy street, teenagers and carriages cross each other.
The horse, as if frightened by something, ran up with a long hiss and knocked over the boy who was carrying the burden of burning.
The golden fire spread all over the ground. The boy who sold the fire rolled into the mud and was crying with pain in his arms.
The carriage was soon under the control of the guards and the crowd gathered around it.
Ah'an rolls on the ground, pretending to be seriously injured.
A wheelchair stopped in front of him, with a gentle man in it.
"How are you, little brother? Is it serious? " The man held out his hand and asked with concern.
Great! The target got out of the car and was close to himself.
A dark heart secretly congratulates, he originally only wants to force to stop the carriage, waiting for an opportunity to start.
He looked around quietly, and several of his companions in the crowd were quietly winking at him, ready to meet him at any time.
Good timing!
Ah'an draws out his dagger and stabs the man close at hand!
Zhou Zixi's bodyguard reacted and pushed a wheelchair fiercely. The wheelchair slipped on the snow and fell to the ground with Zhou Zixi, avoiding the fatal knife.The crowd of onlookers suddenly rioted,
for a moment, the crowd of pushing and wriggling blocked Zhou Zixi and his guards.
Ah'an stabbed the man who fell on the snow with a knife.
The man raised his head, a pair of clear eyes are looking at him.
I don't know why, a Yang's voice suddenly sounded in ah an's mind,
"because I like him, I think I'm going to die."
Ah Yang died for him.
Amaden lived for a very short time.
For such a moment, a hand stretched out from the stab and grasped his blade, so that he could not stab any more.
This is a girl of his age.
The woman held a short blade and exchanged ten moves with him.
Between masters, you only need a few moves to know each other's strength.
Ah an knew that his mission had failed, and he could not take the life of the target in the hands of the woman.
He fought to get himself a knife, ran out of the encirclement and ran away.
The girl was a Jia. She lifted up the wheelchair, helped up Zhou Zixi, who fell in the snow, and put the person in the wheelchair: "Mr. Zhou, are you ok?"
"Thank you very much. I can't help it." Zhou Zixi took a breath and calmed down, "girl a Jia, why are you here?"
"A few days ago, my Lord also encountered an assassin. I don't trust you, so I'm here to pick you up." A Jia said, she looked up to the front position, "the Lord also came in person."
Not far away, Cheng Chiba is sitting on the horse.
She grabbed the reins tightly and looked at the chaos in front of her eyes, burning with anger.
If she doesn't think of it, or if she's a little late.
Zhou Zixi, who has just returned to Zhengzhou, will die in front of his own city gate.
The assassins were fleeing through the crowd.
Countless soldiers of the state of Jin came with weapons to search for assassins.
"Close the gate immediately. The whole city is allowed to enter and not to leave. Be sure to catch the assassin." Cheng Chiba gave the order.
Among the assassins who assassinated Zhou Zixi, there was a very special young man whose color was pure black.
Black without any impurities.
Cheng Chiba has never seen a man in pure black.
Obsidian in the sun.
She wants to find out the assassin, find out the people behind him, and let them pay for their stupid behavior.
Back to the palace.
Cheng Qianye sits down in the position with a calm face. She pulls a Jia's hand and turns over her palm. There is a ferocious wound in the center of the palm. A Jia's hand is full of blood.
At the moment of crisis, a Jia grasped the enemy's blade with this hand. He saved Zhou Zixi's life.
Cheng Chiba sprinkled medicine on the wound and bandaged it with his own hands: "I'll pass it to the military doctor later and give you a good look."
A Jia curved eyebrows, showing a standard smile: "a little injury, the Lord does not have to worry."
"It's very painful. Why laugh?" Cheng Chiba looked up at the girl who was only 16 or 17 years old. She was still so young, but she was used to the pain. If it wasn't for the blood in her hands, she would never have seen that she was so badly hurt.
"Ah Jia, people laugh when they are happy. When you are sad, you cry Cheng Chiba wrapped the bandage in circles, "you don't have to go against your heart so deliberately. When you are in pain, you can make yourself miserable. When you are angry, you can make yourself angry."
A Jia was stunned for a moment and blinked: "but the master told me that no matter what time, you should not show your real expression. Only if you can't see through your expression, the enemy can't guess your real action. To be a qualified death servant, you don't need to have your own heart. You don't need to have an expression of your own. "
Cheng Chiba doesn't speak any more. There is still too much darkness in the world, in the corner she never saw.
"Lord Zhou, who do you think sent these assassins?" Cheng Feng asked, "a few days ago, my lord met an assassin. He was about forty years old, thin and skilful. A Jia and I did it, but we didn't leave him."
Zhou Zixi thought for a moment and said, "there is a man named Jie around ji'ang, the crown prince of the state of song, who is very similar to the assassin you described. The last time we asked the state of song to cede territory for compensation, ji'ang hated me to the bone. With his spirit, it is possible to plan this despicable thing. "
He recalled the girl a Yang who died for him, and was sad: "the boy who assassinated today reminds me of an old friend of mine. Although they have different looks, they have many similar characteristics. That man is a dead servant of the state of song. "
The snowing season is the most difficult time of the year for the poor.
Even in a relatively prosperous city like Zhengzhou, there are many refugees who are short of food and clothing and have no fixed place to live.
In the west city where slums gather, there are dilapidated shacks that can't resist the wind and snow.A seventeen or eighteen year old boy walked through the snow in a hurry.
He was black with curly hair and could not see clearly. He was wearing a shabby cotton padded clothes, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and gnawing while walking.
At the root of the wall, there was a little beggar who was very hungry. Looking at the half cake in his hand, he swallowed with envy.
In the end, he could not bear the temptation of hunger, holding the broken bowl in his hand, stopped the boy who was much older than him.
"Brother, give me a bite, give me a little. I'm really hungry. "
The young man kicked the iron basin open with one foot, and saw the broken basin rolling on the ground, making a bone rolling sound. He seemed to have done something funny, and laughed.
The little beggar picked up his basin in disappointment. He was so hungry that he was in a panic.
If he could eat that half cake, he would rather be beaten.
Although he knew in his heart that even if he was beaten, the cake would not fall into his hands.
With a slap, half a piece of cake fell into his basin. He couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes. He quickly picked up the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Thank you, thank you." He had a runny nose and a sob of thanks.
Looking up, he saw that the boy had gone far away and waved his back to him.
A carriage came slowly from the corner of the street.
A cold sound came from the corner of the curtain.
"That's the man. Get him."
The little beggar was frightened to see a red bodyguard standing in the car. The man's bow was an arrow, and the arrow hit the boy who had just divided his cake.
The boy was hit by an arrow in the back, fell, but quickly turned over and ran forward.
The red bodyguard shot two arrows through the boy's legs and put him on the ground.
Countless soldiers poured out of the street and tied up the young man who was struggling to escape.
Ah Jia jumped from Cheng Chiba's carriage and said in a cold voice: "stop his mouth and don't let him commit suicide. Take them back and torture them. "
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Just after a snowfall, the road near the city gate was very difficult to walk when it melted.
But in Zhengzhou, the prosperous capital known as the commercial capital, the streets are still crowded with people and cars.
The woodcutters carrying firewood, the peddlers carrying shelves, the farm women sitting in ox carts, the soldiers wearing armor and holding long spears, come and go on the muddy road covered with thin snow.
The crowd flowed in and out of the grand gate.
Because of this flow of people, many vendors gathered on both sides of the road inside the gate.
Some set up a tea stand, some sold a snack.
For those who rush out of the city or come back from a long way to rest their feet and fill their stomachs.
From time to time, there will be one or two carriages of wealthy people, creaking from the mud, wooden wheels splashing mud, so that pedestrians on both sides have to avoid.
A young man selling fire, mingling with the vendors on the side of the road, under the cover of the burden in front of him, carefully observed every carriage coming back from outside the city.
His name is dark. He's an assassin.
I don't remember my age, maybe seventeen or eighteen.
He only knew that few of his companions could live to his age.
With his same batch of dead attendants, only one girl survived the cruel test with him.
Their master Jie gave them names. The girl's name was Yang, and his name was dark.
But now, the girl named a Yang has disappeared.
Ah an had been squatting on the side of the road for most of the day. He was a little hungry.
In front of him, the aroma of the fire on the burden floated out and got into his nostrils, but he never extended his hand.
The impending operation does not allow him to have the food he just ate in his stomach, which is likely to make him vomit in the violent operation.
Even a little mistake in the action will cost one's own life.
Ah Yin receives the message that the target is coming soon.
This time, the target is a man in a carriage with disabled legs.
That man is a senior official of the state of Jin. His name is Zhou Zixi.
Ah an has heard the name for a long time.
Once upon a time, his only friend a Yang sat beside him and asked, "dark, have you ever liked anyone?"
Ah an doesn't understand what is like. There are only two things in his life. He can finish the task and continue to live, or he can die when the task fails.
The companion who grew up in the mud with him from childhood showed an expression that he could not understand. He blushed slightly: "I like my goal. His name is Zhou Zixi."
"You can't do this. You won't live long like this." Ah an said.
"Yes, because I like him, I think I may be dying." A Yang answers softly.
Ah Yang died soon.
Ah an's only friend who can talk is gone.
On the road came the sound of carts.
The carriage slowed down because of the heavy traffic.
There were many bodyguards at the front and back of the carriage.
After a long journey, he finally arrived at the gate of his own country.
The guards were obviously relaxed.
They talked with each other in a relaxed way, discussing where to drink a glass of strong wine in the evening to relieve their fatigue.
The curtain of the car window lifted, revealing a clear and elegant face.
This is the goal of ah an.
Ah an didn't hate or like this man, but he wanted to take his life.
He has done it countless times to exchange other people's lives for his own survival.
He shouldered his burden and went to the carriage.
In the noisy street, teenagers and carriages cross each other.
The horse, as if frightened by something, ran up with a long hiss and knocked over the boy who was carrying the burden of burning.
The golden fire spread all over the ground. The boy who sold the fire rolled into the mud and was crying with pain in his arms.
The carriage was soon under the control of the guards and the crowd gathered around it.
Ah'an rolls on the ground, pretending to be seriously injured.
A wheelchair stopped in front of him, with a gentle man in it.
"How are you, little brother? Is it serious? " The man held out his hand and asked with concern.
Great! The target got out of the car and was close to himself.
A dark heart secretly congratulates, he originally only wants to force to stop the carriage, waiting for an opportunity to start.
He looked around quietly, and several of his companions in the crowd were quietly winking at him, ready to meet him at any time.
Good timing!
Ah'an draws out his dagger and stabs the man close at hand!
Zhou Zixi's bodyguard reacted and pushed a wheelchair fiercely. The wheelchair slipped on the snow and fell to the ground with Zhou Zixi, avoiding the fatal knife.The crowd of onlookers suddenly rioted,
for a moment, the crowd of pushing and wriggling blocked Zhou Zixi and his guards.
Ah'an stabbed the man who fell on the snow with a knife.
The man raised his head, a pair of clear eyes are looking at him.
I don't know why, a Yang's voice suddenly sounded in ah an's mind,
"because I like him, I think I'm going to die."
Ah Yang died for him.
Amaden lived for a very short time.
For such a moment, a hand stretched out from the stab and grasped his blade, so that he could not stab any more.
This is a girl of his age.
The woman held a short blade and exchanged ten moves with him.
Between masters, you only need a few moves to know each other's strength.
Ah an knew that his mission had failed, and he could not take the life of the target in the hands of the woman.
He fought to get himself a knife, ran out of the encirclement and ran away.
The girl was a Jia. She lifted up the wheelchair, helped up Zhou Zixi, who fell in the snow, and put the person in the wheelchair: "Mr. Zhou, are you ok?"
"Thank you very much. I can't help it." Zhou Zixi took a breath and calmed down, "girl a Jia, why are you here?"
"A few days ago, my Lord also encountered an assassin. I don't trust you, so I'm here to pick you up." A Jia said, she looked up to the front position, "the Lord also came in person."
Not far away, Cheng Chiba is sitting on the horse.
She grabbed the reins tightly and looked at the chaos in front of her eyes, burning with anger.
If she doesn't think of it, or if she's a little late.
Zhou Zixi, who has just returned to Zhengzhou, will die in front of his own city gate.
The assassins were fleeing through the crowd.
Countless soldiers of the state of Jin came with weapons to search for assassins.
"Close the gate immediately. The whole city is allowed to enter and not to leave. Be sure to catch the assassin." Cheng Chiba gave the order.
Among the assassins who assassinated Zhou Zixi, there was a very special young man whose color was pure black.
Black without any impurities.
Cheng Chiba has never seen a man in pure black.
Obsidian in the sun.
She wants to find out the assassin, find out the people behind him, and let them pay for their stupid behavior.
Back to the palace.
Cheng Qianye sits down in the position with a calm face. She pulls a Jia's hand and turns over her palm. There is a ferocious wound in the center of the palm. A Jia's hand is full of blood.
At the moment of crisis, a Jia grasped the enemy's blade with this hand. He saved Zhou Zixi's life.
Cheng Chiba sprinkled medicine on the wound and bandaged it with his own hands: "I'll pass it to the military doctor later and give you a good look."
A Jia curved eyebrows, showing a standard smile: "a little injury, the Lord does not have to worry."
"It's very painful. Why laugh?" Cheng Chiba looked up at the girl who was only 16 or 17 years old. She was still so young, but she was used to the pain. If it wasn't for the blood in her hands, she would never have seen that she was so badly hurt.
"Ah Jia, people laugh when they are happy. When you are sad, you cry Cheng Chiba wrapped the bandage in circles, "you don't have to go against your heart so deliberately. When you are in pain, you can make yourself miserable. When you are angry, you can make yourself angry."
A Jia was stunned for a moment and blinked: "but the master told me that no matter what time, you should not show your real expression. Only if you can't see through your expression, the enemy can't guess your real action. To be a qualified death servant, you don't need to have your own heart. You don't need to have an expression of your own. "
Cheng Chiba doesn't speak any more. There is still too much darkness in the world, in the corner she never saw.
"Lord Zhou, who do you think sent these assassins?" Cheng Feng asked, "a few days ago, my lord met an assassin. He was about forty years old, thin and skilful. A Jia and I did it, but we didn't leave him."
Zhou Zixi thought for a moment and said, "there is a man named Jie around ji'ang, the crown prince of the state of song, who is very similar to the assassin you described. The last time we asked the state of song to cede territory for compensation, ji'ang hated me to the bone. With his spirit, it is possible to plan this despicable thing. "
He recalled the girl a Yang who died for him, and was sad: "the boy who assassinated today reminds me of an old friend of mine. Although they have different looks, they have many similar characteristics. That man is a dead servant of the state of song. "
The snowing season is the most difficult time of the year for the poor.
Even in a relatively prosperous city like Zhengzhou, there are many refugees who are short of food and clothing and have no fixed place to live.
In the west city where slums gather, there are dilapidated shacks that can't resist the wind and snow.A seventeen or eighteen year old boy walked through the snow in a hurry.
He was black with curly hair and could not see clearly. He was wearing a shabby cotton padded clothes, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and gnawing while walking.
At the root of the wall, there was a little beggar who was very hungry. Looking at the half cake in his hand, he swallowed with envy.
In the end, he could not bear the temptation of hunger, holding the broken bowl in his hand, stopped the boy who was much older than him.
"Brother, give me a bite, give me a little. I'm really hungry. "
The young man kicked the iron basin open with one foot, and saw the broken basin rolling on the ground, making a bone rolling sound. He seemed to have done something funny, and laughed.
The little beggar picked up his basin in disappointment. He was so hungry that he was in a panic.
If he could eat that half cake, he would rather be beaten.
Although he knew in his heart that even if he was beaten, the cake would not fall into his hands.
With a slap, half a piece of cake fell into his basin. He couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes. He quickly picked up the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Thank you, thank you." He had a runny nose and a sob of thanks.
Looking up, he saw that the boy had gone far away and waved his back to him.
A carriage came slowly from the corner of the street.
A cold sound came from the corner of the curtain.
"That's the man. Get him."
The little beggar was frightened to see a red bodyguard standing in the car. The man's bow was an arrow, and the arrow hit the boy who had just divided his cake.
The boy was hit by an arrow in the back, fell, but quickly turned over and ran forward.
The red bodyguard shot two arrows through the boy's legs and put him on the ground.
Countless soldiers poured out of the street and tied up the young man who was struggling to escape.
Ah Jia jumped from Cheng Chiba's carriage and said in a cold voice: "stop his mouth and don't let him commit suicide. Take them back and torture them. "
Just after a snowfall, the road near the city gate was very difficult to walk when it melted. But in Zhengzhou, the prosperous capital known as the commercial capital, the streets are still crowded with people and cars. The woodcutters carrying firewood, the peddlers carrying shelves, the farm women sitting in ox carts, the soldiers wearing armor and holding long spears, come and go on the muddy road covered with thin snow. The crowd flowed in and out of the grand gate. Because of this flow of people, many vendors gathered on both sides of the road inside the gate. Some set up a tea stand, some sold a snack. For those who rush out of the city or come back from a long way to rest their feet and fill their stomachs. From time to time, there will be one or two carriages of wealthy people, creaking from the mud, wooden wheels splashing mud, so that pedestrians on both sides have to avoid. A young man selling fire, mingling with the vendors on the side of the road, under the cover of the burden in front of him, carefully observed every carriage coming back from outside the city. His name is dark. He's an assassin. I don't remember my age, maybe seventeen or eighteen. He only knew that few of his companions could live to his age. With his same batch of dead attendants, only one girl survived the cruel test with him. Their master Jie gave them names. The girl's name was Yang, and his name was dark. But now, the girl named a Yang has disappeared. Ah an had been squatting on the side of the road for most of the day. He was a little hungry. In front of him, the aroma of the fire on the burden floated out and got into his nostrils, but he never extended his hand. The impending operation does not allow him to have the food he just ate in his stomach, which is likely to make him vomit in the violent operation. Even a little mistake in the action will cost one's own life. Ah Yin receives the message that the target is coming soon. This time, the target is a man in a carriage with disabled legs. That man is a senior official of the state of Jin. His name is Zhou Zixi. Ah an has heard the name for a long time. Once upon a time, his only friend a Yang sat beside him and asked, "dark, have you ever liked anyone?" Ah an doesn't understand what is like. There are only two things in his life. He can finish the task and continue to live, or he can die when the task fails. The companion who grew up in the mud with him from childhood showed an expression that he could not understand. He blushed slightly: "I like my goal. His name is Zhou Zixi." "You can't do this. You won't live long like this." Ah an said. "Yes, because I like him, I think I may be dying." A Yang answers softly. Ah Yang died soon. Ah an's only friend who can talk is gone. On the road came the sound of carts. The carriage slowed down because of the heavy traffic. There were many bodyguards at the front and back of the carriage. After a long journey, he finally arrived at the gate of his own country. The guards were obviously relaxed. They talked with each other in a relaxed way, discussing where to drink a glass of strong wine in the evening to relieve their fatigue. The curtain of the car window lifted, revealing a clear and elegant face. This is the goal of ah an. Ah an didn't hate or like this man, but he wanted to take his life. He has done it countless times to exchange other people's lives for his own survival. He shouldered his burden and went to the carriage. In the noisy street, teenagers and carriages cross each other. The horse, as if frightened by something, ran up with a long hiss and knocked over the boy who was carrying the burden of burning. The golden fire spread all over the ground. The boy who sold the fire rolled into the mud and was crying with pain in his arms. The carriage was soon under the control of the guards and the crowd gathered around it. Ah'an rolls on the ground, pretending to be seriously injured. A wheelchair stopped in front of him, with a gentle man in it. "How are you, little brother? Is it serious? " The man held out his hand and asked with concern. Great! The target got out of the car and was close to himself. A dark heart secretly congratulates, he originally only wants to force to stop the carriage, waiting for an opportunity to start. He looked around quietly, and several of his companions in the crowd were quietly winking at him, ready to meet him at any time. Good timing! Ah'an draws out his dagger and stabs the man close at hand! Zhou Zixi's bodyguard reacted and pushed a wheelchair fiercely. The wheelchair slipped on the snow and fell to the ground with Zhou Zixi, avoiding the fatal knife.The crowd of onlookers suddenly rioted, for a moment, the crowd of pushing and wriggling blocked Zhou Zixi and his guards. Ah'an stabbed the man who fell on the snow with a knife. The man raised his head, a pair of clear eyes are looking at him. I don't know why, a Yang's voice suddenly sounded in ah an's mind, "because I like him, I think I'm going to die." Ah Yang died for him. Amaden lived for a very short time. For such a moment, a hand stretched out from the stab and grasped his blade, so that he could not stab any more. This is a girl of his age. The woman held a short blade and exchanged ten moves with him. Between masters, you only need a few moves to know each other's strength. Ah an knew that his mission had failed, and he could not take the life of the target in the hands of the woman. He fought to get himself a knife, ran out of the encirclement and ran away. The girl was a Jia. She lifted up the wheelchair, helped up Zhou Zixi, who fell in the snow, and put the person in the wheelchair: "Mr. Zhou, are you ok?" "Thank you very much. I can't help it." Zhou Zixi took a breath and calmed down, "girl a Jia, why are you here?" "A few days ago, my Lord also encountered an assassin. I don't trust you, so I'm here to pick you up." A Jia said, she looked up to the front position, "the Lord also came in person." Not far away, Cheng Chiba is sitting on the horse. She grabbed the reins tightly and looked at the chaos in front of her eyes, burning with anger. If she doesn't think of it, or if she's a little late. Zhou Zixi, who has just returned to Zhengzhou, will die in front of his own city gate. The assassins were fleeing through the crowd. Countless soldiers of the state of Jin came with weapons to search for assassins. "Close the gate immediately. The whole city is allowed to enter and not to leave. Be sure to catch the assassin." Cheng Chiba gave the order. Among the assassins who assassinated Zhou Zixi, there was a very special young man whose color was pure black. Black without any impurities. Cheng Chiba has never seen a man in pure black. Obsidian in the sun. She wants to find out the assassin, find out the people behind him, and let them pay for their stupid behavior. Back to the palace. Cheng Qianye sits down in the position with a calm face. She pulls a Jia's hand and turns over her palm. There is a ferocious wound in the center of the palm. A Jia's hand is full of blood. At the moment of crisis, a Jia grasped the enemy's blade with this hand. He saved Zhou Zixi's life. Cheng Chiba sprinkled medicine on the wound and bandaged it with his own hands: "I'll pass it to the military doctor later and give you a good look." A Jia curved eyebrows, showing a standard smile: "a little injury, the Lord does not have to worry." "It's very painful. Why laugh?" Cheng Chiba looked up at the girl who was only 16 or 17 years old. She was still so young, but she was used to the pain. If it wasn't for the blood in her hands, she would never have seen that she was so badly hurt. "Ah Jia, people laugh when they are happy. When you are sad, you cry Cheng Chiba wrapped the bandage in circles, "you don't have to go against your heart so deliberately. When you are in pain, you can make yourself miserable. When you are angry, you can make yourself angry." A Jia was stunned for a moment and blinked: "but the master told me that no matter what time, you should not show your real expression. Only if you can't see through your expression, the enemy can't guess your real action. To be a qualified death servant, you don't need to have your own heart. You don't need to have an expression of your own. " Cheng Chiba doesn't speak any more. There is still too much darkness in the world, in the corner she never saw. "Lord Zhou, who do you think sent these assassins?" Cheng Feng asked, "a few days ago, my lord met an assassin. He was about forty years old, thin and skilful. A Jia and I did it, but we didn't leave him." Zhou Zixi thought for a moment and said, "there is a man named Jie around ji'ang, the crown prince of the state of song, who is very similar to the assassin you described. The last time we asked the state of song to cede territory for compensation, ji'ang hated me to the bone. With his spirit, it is possible to plan this despicable thing. " He recalled the girl a Yang who died for him, and was sad: "the boy who assassinated today reminds me of an old friend of mine. Although they have different looks, they have many similar characteristics. That man is a dead servant of the state of song. " The snowing season is the most difficult time of the year for the poor. Even in a relatively prosperous city like Zhengzhou, there are many refugees who are short of food and clothing and have no fixed place to live. In the west city where slums gather, there are dilapidated shacks that can't resist the wind and snow.A seventeen or eighteen year old boy walked through the snow in a hurry. He was black with curly hair and could not see clearly. He was wearing a shabby cotton padded clothes, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and gnawing while walking. At the root of the wall, there was a little beggar who was very hungry. Looking at the half cake in his hand, he swallowed with envy. In the end, he could not bear the temptation of hunger, holding the broken bowl in his hand, stopped the boy who was much older than him. "Brother, give me a bite, give me a little. I'm really hungry. " The young man kicked the iron basin open with one foot, and saw the broken basin rolling on the ground, making a bone rolling sound. He seemed to have done something funny, and laughed. The little beggar picked up his basin in disappointment. He was so hungry that he was in a panic. If he could eat that half cake, he would rather be beaten. Although he knew in his heart that even if he was beaten, the cake would not fall into his hands. With a slap, half a piece of cake fell into his basin. He couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes. He quickly picked up the cake and stuffed it into his mouth. "Thank you, thank you." He had a runny nose and a sob of thanks. Looking up, he saw that the boy had gone far away and waved his back to him. A carriage came slowly from the corner of the street. A cold sound came from the corner of the curtain. "That's the man. Get him." The little beggar was frightened to see a red bodyguard standing in the car. The man's bow was an arrow, and the arrow hit the boy who had just divided his cake. The boy was hit by an arrow in the back, fell, but quickly turned over and ran forward. The red bodyguard shot two arrows through the boy's legs and put him on the ground. Countless soldiers poured out of the street and tied up the young man who was struggling to escape. Ah Jia jumped from Cheng Chiba's carriage and said in a cold voice: "stop his mouth and don't let him commit suicide. Take them back and torture them. "
