The brothel houses in the evening are the busiest time of the day.
The most prosperous street in Linjiang was filled with noises one after another. The whole street seemed to explode. Hundreds of guards were running rampant, chasing a masked man in black, making the street noisy. The man fell on his back and his horse fell over.
The masked man seemed to be well prepared. He endured the severe pain in his right abdomen, tapped his toes, crossed the wall, and disappeared into the night with a few jumps. His dexterity was so high that the Imperial Guards were like headless flies. A blanket search was launched on the street. The man in black ran wildly, turning left and right into the dark alley. When he turned around and came out, he was already a man in civilian clothes.
He drove his horse and galloped all the way, rushing out of the city gate before the city was sealed. He galloped for dozens of miles. After confirming that it was safe, he dismounted and leaned on a hidden back slope in the woods. The blood in his abdomen could not stop flowing out, and he was stained. His clothes were red, and his body was a little cold due to excessive blood loss. If the bleeding stopped, he might faint.
The clothes on his body were already stuck to the wound. He bit his arm, suddenly opened the skirt of his clothes, tremblingly sprinkled styptic powder on it, bandaged it, and tied it with a bow.
Wu Zong has been urgently transferred back to the Royal Courtyard. He is lying on the bed with pale lips, black eyes and black eyes. His whole body is weak. His symptoms are like those of excessive sexual indulgence. Dozens of imperial doctors are kneeling outside.
When the officials in Linjiang heard that the emperor had been assassinated, they no longer bothered to tidy up. The sedan was too slow, so they trotted over and knelt outside the courtyard to apologize. While kneeling, they thought about where to bury him.
The streets and alleys of Linjiang City have been put under martial law. People who go out for fun, no matter whether they are children of rich families or nobles, must be interrogated one by one. They have been trapped on the streets for more than an hour. People have three urgent needs, and now it is one Not allowed in a hurry.
No one in Linjiang City could sleep well tonight.
Su Xiaolou in Nanjing City slept still lying on his back, drooling. When he got up in the morning, he ate shortcakes and drank millet porridge. The breakfast was good, but it was too early. He wandered around the village. Today's work is over. So I went to find myself in Goulan Washeli.
Su Xiaolou was the only one who visited the brothel in the early morning. When she arrived at Zhaixinglou, Jin Sanniang was so sleepy that she had to receive this man. She said angrily: "Okay, okay, I will help you in these two days." You publicize your inn thing, Sanniang, I also know a lot of traveling businessmen."
"It's an inn for the dead, for business purposes, not for living people."
"Has your Jinyiwei Yamen got angry with Beizhen Fusi? One is in charge of torturing people to death, and the other is in charge of collecting corpses and burying them. Isn't that unethical?"
Su Xiaolou's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but admire Jin Sanniang's business acumen: "You have a good idea. Why didn't I think of it? If I had the opportunity, I would have to talk to those living kings of hell from Beizhen Fusi, as well as those from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple." , keep in touch with the brothers from Wucheng Bingma Division, I have to rely on them to introduce business to me."
Jin Sanniang was speechless.
"Hey! Where is Qingyan? I haven't seen her for a long time. I'm going to see her."
"Qingyan is not here, he is traveling far away."
"Do you have commercial performances in other places or something like that, and you have to go on a business trip?"
"What are you talking about, you brat? It's getting more and more out of tune. I heard that there is a temple in Jiangxi that is particularly spiritual. Qingyan wants to pay homage to it."
"What are you asking for?"
"I don't know. She is such a lonely person. She doesn't care about gold, silver and jewelry, nor is she obsessed with human love. She is obviously free, but she has stayed in a brothel for five years. Either she is disillusioned with the world of mortals, or she has obsessions."
Su Xiaolou was shocked and said sadly: "Isn't it because you saw through the world of mortals that you became a monk?"
"Probably not!"
"Did she go alone?"
"Yeah! Originally, I was going to bring a boy and a maid for her, but Qingyan insisted on going alone."
"How can this be done? Such a beautiful woman in heaven and earth was kidnapped by bandits and bandits to be the wife of Yazhai. How could you let her go alone? Why didn't you tell me that I could be your protector? Messenger, you don’t need any reward, just promise with your body.”
"You are so beautiful. Qingyan is not a weak woman. Although she deliberately conceals it, I can tell that she knows some skills, but I don't know if she is good or bad. If there is an accident, you two can't tell who is protecting whom!"
Su Xiaolou felt humiliated. The little dynamite pack was born with great power, and Yue Qingyan also had martial arts skills. Why were all the women he met so strong? Su Xiaolou decided that he would practice martial arts. Efforts to avenge past shame, follow the righteous path of martial arts, and become the next Dongfang...ah! Dugu seeks defeat.
It was another happy day of fishing. When Su Xiaolou and the gangsters were eating hotpot behind closed doors, Yan Baihu came over after smelling the smell. Yan Baihu was not polite and picked up his chopsticks. It's time to eat.
After a few glasses of wine, they started chatting. Yan Baihu talked about something he had just heard about when he came back from Lei Zhen's envoy office: "Did you know? The emperor was assassinated in Linjiang. I heard that he was ill." The wounds on the Emperor's body are very serious. The wounds on the Emperor's body are not fatal. It's just that he is too weak. I'm afraid..."
Su Xiaolou was not very surprised and asked casually: "What assassin? So powerful."
"I heard that it was a woman who took the opportunity to assassinate her while she was dancing on the cruise ship. The female assassin was injured in the abdomen and should not be able to run far."
"You are so powerful, you can actually escape from the Royal Guards of the Imperial City, you are a hero among women!"
Yan Baihu gave Su Xiaolou a look: "Don't say this nonsense! Be careful, walls have ears. Now the female assassin is being hunted across the country. If someone with a heart hears it, an accomplice will be labeled as a co-conspirator, and none of us will be able to escape." ."
Huang Shucai asked in confusion: "How much is the reward?"
Yan Baihu stretched out a finger.
"Ten thousand taels?"
Su Xiaolou said: "Uncle Huang, open up the situation. How can it be possible that His Majesty's life is worth ten thousand taels today?"
Yan Baihu said: "One million taels." Uncle Huang couldn't believe that one million taels could bury someone alive!
After returning home in the evening, Su Xiaolou looked at the dishes on the table and fell into deep thought. None of the dishes on the table could tell what the ingredients were. Su Xiaolou called Tu Yao who was serving the dishes over and said: "Xiao Explosive bag, if you want to poison me, you don’t have to put in so much effort, just give me a happy one!”
"Do I want to poison you to death? Do I really want to poison you to death?" Yu Sheng and Lai Qian also nodded beside them.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I also want to be like you Jiangnan girls, gentle and at home, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have decided to start with cooking. Try the dishes I cook. Although they don't look good, the taste is definitely not bad. , Yu Sheng said it was pretty good.”
Su Xiaolou couldn't help but sigh: "Yu Sheng! You have learned how to be humane, not bad!"
"Do you dare to try it?"
"Don't dare"
With a "bang" sound, the bowl in Tu Yao's hand was crushed into pieces.
"My blue and white porcelain bowl from the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty! It's gone!" Su Xiaolou picked up the chopsticks with a determination that looked at death, picked up a black unknown object, and was about to stuff it into his mouth under the threat of a small explosive bag.
