"This girl... is really quite capable. Not only does she look great, she even imitates my dancing."
"It means this is a long-planned assassination. After tonight, you have to be careful in running Xiaoxiang Tower."
"That's what Boss Song reminded me."
At this time,
The "fake" on the stage was probably afraid of being discovered. When he saw the guests in the audience looking fascinated, he suddenly took out a short knife from his sleeve, jumped up, and stabbed Ye Tong!
"Thief, take your life!"
"Master Ye, be careful!"
Just when the female assassin was about to succeed, the two swordsmen in green who were guarding Ye Tong suddenly stepped out, both drew their swords, and blocked the daggers.
Seeing that the attack failed, the female assassin raised her sword to stab her again, but how could a short sword be as good as a long sword?
The two swordsmen in green were naturally good at martial arts. One of them lightly raised the dagger and stopped it again. The other swung his sword and stabbed the female assassin on her right arm.
Ye Tong grabbed the wine bottle on the table, smashed it at the female assassin, pulled away and fell back, shouting: "Kill her!"
There is only one chance to assassinate, and if you fail to succeed, it will be considered a failure.
The female assassin was stabbed in the arm and attacked by two swordsmen. She seemed to be at the end of her rope. Suddenly she took something out of her arms and threw it to the ground——
"Bang!"
With an explosion, a cloud of white smoke rose up, interfering with the swordsman's offensive line of sight.
"Protect the young master!"
"Protect my ass, go catch her!"
The smoke became thicker and thicker, almost filling the living room, and the scene was chaotic.
Seeing this, Song Che closed the window tightly, wrapped up his coat, and told Wanzhou: "I have to go, you should go back quickly and pretend to be dazed, so as to get rid of suspicion."
After that, he hurried out of the private room and left Xiaoxiang Tower through the back door.
Just when he was about to go around the street, a group of officers and soldiers came rushing from the street. Anyone wandering on the street, regardless of age or sex, was ordered not to leave.
Song Che hurriedly retreated into the alley, intending to go out from the other end, but just after turning a corner, he met "her" eyes.
The eyes confirmed that you have met the right person.
The veiled female assassin covered her bleeding arm and clung to the wall of the corner alley. Her big eyes were brighter than the blade in her hand.
"I'm just a soy sauce guy, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything..."
Song Che took the initiative to cover his eyes, walked around the female assassin and walked out. The female assassin was seriously injured and had no energy to trouble him anymore.
The female assassin bit her lip and pushed up her tired body. She staggered just two steps before falling down. At this time, the soy sauce passerby turned back and caught her about to fall with his strong chest.
"Have you ever heard a song called "Love Corner"? Who did I meet at Love Corner? Is there the beauty of love... Since we are so destined, I think I should save you."
"roll……"
The female assassin struggled to push Song Che away.
Song Che, however, took off her headdress and clothes in a few strokes.
"I kill you!"
She raised the knife to stab her, but Song Che slapped her away, "Don't move, I'm saving you."
After removing the unnecessary decoration, Song Che took off his coat and wrapped it around her body, leading her quickly to the exit on the other side of the alley, and said:
"Put your head down and try to act as if nothing happened."
The female assassin lowered her head and obeyed.
The officers and soldiers on the other street have not yet arrived, and pedestrians who heard the news dispersed one after another, and stalls and shops were moved and closed.
"Wait a minute, store owner, give us shelter!" Song Che said hello to a nearby inn.
"Sir, please find somewhere else to rest. Our store is closed!" The waiter hurriedly pressed against the door for fear of getting into trouble.
Song Che immediately took out a piece of silver and threw it into the door of the store that was about to close. When the waiter saw the silver coin, he forgot to close the door. Song Che raised his leg and kicked the door open, pulled the female assassin and rushed upstairs:
"I'm sorry, brother, the officers and soldiers in the next street arrest people when they see them. Let's borrow a guest room to hide for a while. These ten taels of silver will be used as rent."
For a guest room that costs tens of cents a night, ten taels of silver is certainly a good deal.
When the waiter picked up the silver ingot, Song Che and the others had already gone upstairs.
The waiter rubbed the silver ingot on his body, then put it in his mouth and bit it, "Hey, there are such beautiful things in the world..." He happily put the silver ingot into his arms and no longer asked who came.
Song Che casually hid in a guest room and sat the female assassin down. "You drink a glass of water and rest for a while. I'll take a look at the situation outside the street."
He moved to the window and opened it slightly. No pedestrians could be seen on the street. More and more officers and soldiers gathered with torches burning.
"She's injured. She can't run far. Let me search her from house to house!"
"Open the door, open the door! If you dare to harbor an assassin, you will be treated as an accomplice!"
Officers and soldiers knocked on doors from door to door and were about to arrive at the inn.
The female assassin gritted her teeth, forced herself to stand up, grabbed the teapot on the table, and planned to give it a try.
"Don't mess around, otherwise I will be implicated by you too."
Song Che snatched the teapot from the female assassin's hand and put it back in its place, then began to take off his clothes, "Quickly, take off your clothes quickly, we should be able to deceive them by pretending to be a cool couple!"
The female assassin stared at him and choked out a curse word: "Hypocrite, bastard..."
Song Che raised his eyebrows: "I saved you, and you still scold me?"
"You bastard, I will fight against you even to the death!"
She pounced on him and tried to choke him.
Song Che had 10,000 questions in his mind. He just took off his clothes, but did he need to risk his life?
At this time,
"My lord, our store operates with integrity. If there was an assassin, I would have informed you long ago..."
"Don't talk nonsense. That assassin is very powerful in martial arts. He may be able to fly over walls and walls. You can find out if she is in your store with just a search!"
The troops are coming downstairs!
Song Che couldn't care less, so he grabbed the female assassin's clothes, "stabbed" her hard, and pulled her clean like a peanut shell.
Then he tucked his clothes into the bed with her, and sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to get dressed——
"Snapped!"
The door was kicked open by officers and soldiers.
Several pairs of eyes looked at each other.
"Hey, sir, the love is leaking, the love is leaking..." Song Che held up his pants and stepped forward to stop him.
The female assassin was wrapped in a quilt and did not dare to move.
When the officer saw the two people who were almost half naked in the room, he didn't dare to go in. He said first: "We are searching for assassins. I'm afraid we will disturb you two."
"Look at what you said. It's just a guest room that's bigger than a palm. Where can I hide someone?" Song Che took a piece of silver and handed it to the officers and soldiers, smiling: "Look at my mother-in-law, her face turned pale with fright. It’s not easy for us husband and wife to go out to do business, can you make it easier for us?”
A soldier only earns a few hundred coins a month. These ten taels of silver are enough for him to pay for two years of military service. Why not take it as soon as possible?
The officers and soldiers were naturally disrespectful. They peeked into the room and warned: "If you see any trace of the assassin, report it to the officer immediately."
"sure!"
"Walk!"
The officers and soldiers retreated.
Song Che closed the door and pricked up his ears. He didn't let out a long breath until he heard the officers and soldiers retreating downstairs:
"It's better to have money to do things..."
