An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Five days passed by in a flash, and the weather was fine. It was just the steaming heat that made Zhao feel a little uncomfortable. But that was all for the past few days. When the autumn rain fell, everything would change.

Halfway through the ceremony, Zhao, who was sitting cross-legged on the Taishi chair and drinking tea, put down his tea cup, stood up and stretched his muscles, and said with a smile, "Brother Yu, I'll leave first. Alas, the tea tastes like water."

"Hahaha, okay, after drinking this cup of tea, it's time for me to leave. I've just poured this cup of water for the fourth time, and I'm reluctant to part with it." Yu Jielin held the teacup, squinted and took a sip, and sighed in admiration, talking to Zhao Just nodded.

I am not active after get off work and have brain problems. Zhao went to the restaurant with his hands behind his back, humming a tune, ordered a table of food and drinks, and a jug of good wine to take back. No matter what the outcome was, he had to eat and drink enough before doing anything.

When I returned to the yard with the food box, the sun had already set and the sky was blood red. Put the food in the pavilion, pour a glass of wine on the ground to worship the ancestor, and start eating. After having enough wine and food, it was already dark. The stage has been set up and it's time to go on stage and sing.

At Xu time, the sky was as dark as ink, and it looked like it would rain tonight. Without an umbrella, I walked to Nuanxiang Pavilion with my hands behind my back. When I arrived at the door, I didn't see Li Yizhen. I was not in a hurry. I ordered a pot of tea and sat in the pavilion to drink tea and wait.

"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to come so early. There was something urgent, so I'm late. I apologize." Li Yizhen's voice came first before anyone arrived.

In the pavilion, Zhao hurriedly put down the teacup, stepped forward to help Li Yizhen get out of the carriage, and said with a smile, "I understand, I understand, no matter how small things in the palace are, it is a big deal, and it is normal to be busy. How is it like us, who have nothing to do all day long, and eat nothing at all? By the way. When you come back, how can you let your elder brother wait for your younger brother? "

As he said that, Zhao lightly bumped Li Yizhen with his shoulder, whispered in his ear, "I heard that a new dancer has come to Nuanxiang Pavilion. Brother, don't you think this is a coincidence."

"Brother, this is a new and trivial matter. Today I am treating you to a treat. You can't go against my wishes."

Zhao shouted that he was wronged, opened his hands and asked Li Yizhen to search him, "Brother, is the younger brother the ignorant person? I didn't bring a tael of silver today, it's all up to my brother's arrangement!"

"Okay!" Li Yizhen said with a smile, "I must entertain my brother well today!"

The two looked at each other, raised their heads and laughed, walking side by side into Nuanxiang Pavilion. When the madam saw a regular customer, she hurriedly came over and asked which girl she wanted and which song she wanted.

Just when Li Yizhen was about to speak, Zhao Jue spoke first, "Leave two rooms, call three girls, order a palm swallow first, call a few singers to come up and play music. By the way, the food and drinks will be served first!"

"Oh brother, what are you doing? This is too shabby. Isn't this a slap in my brother's face." Li Yizhen pulled Zhao aside and whispered urgently.

"Brother has misunderstood me. My brother serves in the Forbidden Army and is a Marquis. What should I do if he is too extravagant and displeases the emperor?" Zhao comforted him softly. After that, he raised his head and glanced around. "What if someone doesn't see it?" It’s troublesome to read the book in the past, isn’t it?”

Hearing this, Li Yizhen quickly raised his head and glanced around, and said angrily, "My brother reminded me that it was my brother who was careless. In this way, if my brother has something to do in the future, I will definitely help him as much as he can."

Looking at Li Yizhen who looked scared, Zhao felt happy, it's done!

The two of them stopped worrying and walked side by side to the third floor. When they arrived at the room, the singer, dancer and three girls had already arrived. Zhao politely pushed the two girls to Li Yizhen, hugged one girl and shouted with a smile, "Dance, sing, louder than usual."

There was singing and dancing, people drinking and drinking, teasing, joking, and frolics. After finishing one pot of wine, it was already past midnight, so Zhao ordered two pots and asked the singer and dancer to go down so as not to disturb their enjoyment.

After the dancer and singer went down, the two drank and joked, and had a great time. After finishing a bottle of wine, Li Yizhen fell down first, and then the three girls accompanying him followed and lay motionless on the table.

Zhao helped Li Yizhen into a room, then carried a girl in one hand and threw Li Yizhen directly on the bed. He helped them take off their clothes and covered them with quilts. Then he carried the remaining girl into another room and threw her on the bed. He called the madam and gave him a few taels of silver, telling him not to come up so as not to delay their good deeds.

When I returned to the house, there was constant thunder outside the window, and it seemed that the rain was heavy. Zhao was overjoyed, it seemed that the whole world was helping him. I blew out the candles and took advantage of the weak moonlight, put on black clothes and covered my face, opened the window and jumped out. With the infuriating energy, he chased the stars and the moon and disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in the shadow of an alley.

The night was already dark, the moon was covered with dark clouds, and the lanterns had been blown out in most places, leaving darkness all around. He gathered his true energy, executed the Breath Condensation Technique, and used the darkness to go to Hu Houye's house.

Hu Houye's residence was not close to the Nuanxiang Pavilion, so Zhao just ran the Breath Condensation Technique all the way, not daring to leak out the slightest bit of true energy, and the speed was not very fast. By the time he got outside the backyard wall, he was already halfway through his ugly time. Zhao put his ear against the wall and listened quietly to the sounds in the yard.

When there was no sound in the yard, it was already drizzling. With the sound of thunder, Zhao climbed over the wall and landed silently. He had been here secretly countless times, so he was naturally familiar with it. He walked gently towards the house of Mr. Hu's youngest son and attached it to the outside of the wall. When he heard the shouts in the house getting louder and louder, he quietly entered.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, so Zhao opened the door almost silently, so he would not wake up. After closing the door, Zhao walked to the bedside step by step, took out the smoke, and counted the time. Waiting for a moment after Yin hour, he blew a certain amount of smoke into the nose of Mr. Hou's youngest son on the bed. A pot of tea arrived, and the snoring had stopped. Zhao tried it, but he was already unconscious.

Standing by the bed and waiting quietly, Zhao Jue took out the human skin mask and put it on himself after half of the Mao hour. He used the wooden hairpin of the youngest son of the Marquis to tie up his hair, and changed into the clothes and shoes of the youngest son of the Marquis. Fortunately, the two were about the same height, otherwise they would not fit.

He went to bed and covered the mouth and nose of the youngest son of the Marquis, and stuffed a small piece of clothing into his hand. After clenching his hands and holding the corner of the clothes tightly, he put on cotton cloth and took out a thick cotton towel and dagger from the space, and held the thick cotton towel against his neck. With the other hand, he held the dagger tightly and stabbed it into his neck.

The youngest son of the Marquis opened his eyes instantly, and he could only make a whirring sound when he wanted to speak. The blood on his neck had not yet sprayed out, but it was tightly held by the thick cotton towel. The cotton towel was very thick, and it was wrapped in several thick layers. It was difficult for the blood to overflow when covering the neck, but the cotton towel was red. Watching the light in the eyes of the youngest son of the Marquis becoming fainter and fainter, until it was dim, Zhao Jue let go when there was no sound at all.

The person on the bed stared with his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, blood gushing out of his nose and mouth. Zhao did not dare to delay, and quickly put the body and cotton towel into the space, and tidied up his clothes and hair, tidied up the bed, and wiped away the traces of struggle. He walked backwards to the door, cleaned up the traces of his entry, adjusted his expression and mood, opened the door and walked out.

Outside, the heavy rain had just stopped, the fog was hazy, and the sky was hazy. The servants were already busy.