An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

On the official road.

Zhao rode his horse leisurely and walked forward neither fast nor slowly.

I was supposed to take a boat, but then I thought about it, and I didn't ask for a time to arrive in the capital, so I was in a hurry. So I decided to ride north and enjoy the scenery along the way. Chuzhou is right in front of you, so it’s good to walk slowly and see the lakes and mountains.

After riding the horse slowly for half an hour, after crossing the river, as far as the eye could see, there were almost no major undulations in the terrain. Zhao laughed loudly and let the horse fly. The wind blew and the horse flew away.

The sun shines on my shoulders, like a free man.

It was not until dark that Zhao led his horse into Chuzhou City.

Different from the past, I did not find a restaurant, but took the horse to a brothel.

In front of the brothel door, he waved slowly, and a porter came over to tie up Zhao's horse.

Walking inside, the smell of makeup hit my nose, and a bunch of scantily clad orioles stood beside the fence on the second floor, waving handkerchiefs and calling softly. On the singing platform, young students played the sheng and the piano, and the dancers and oirans danced with long sleeves and graceful figures, which attracted people's attention. What a paradise on earth!

Zhao asked for a pot of wine and sat in the lobby drinking silently. It looked like they were listening to music and watching dance, but in fact the focus of their attention was on the conversation of the group of rangers.

Chuzhou is an unfamiliar place, so you must find out if there are any special circumstances as soon as possible. The fastest way is to go to a brothel. After all, under the stimulation of wine and sex, you can say anything.

After eavesdropping for half an hour, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. After drinking all the wine in the glass, Zhao ignored the madam's enthusiastic attempts to stay. He got up and led the horse away. This place was too expensive. A jug of wine and two taels is only slightly less than robbery.

We found a restaurant, asked for a room, and ordered a table of food. Zhao silently looked at the sky outside the window. The moon was hazy and dark clouds covered the stars.

The road ahead is confusing and I can’t see it.

The next day, Zhao took his horse out of the city and rode north. It was time to speed up the pace. He figured it out last night, making money is more important!

Chuzhou is two thousand miles away from the capital, so Zhao traveled day and night. He spent a lot of time on the road and walked for a month.

Looking at the majestic capital, Zhao was full of excitement. The journey was too hard. He spent half the time sleeping in the open air and the other half on horseback. Fortunately, he didn't have hemorrhoids.

No wonder being exiled to Ning Guta was torture. Two thousand miles away, it was still a prosperous place, and it was half dead after being tortured. Three thousand miles away, it was still a barren land.

Enter the city.

The capital is indeed different, with bluestone paved roads, green trees on both sides of the road, and carriages passing by from time to time. The sound of hawking on the street kept coming and going, making it look bustling and lively.

He found a restaurant and asked for a room, a table of food, hot water, etc. When the shopkeeper said "five taels", Zhao almost cursed. No wonder it was said that the capital was so big that it was not easy to live there.

Who can live in Yiyi for five or two days? The life of an imperial envoy is only worth two thousand taels!

Even if you scold, you still have to live.

After eating and drinking, Zhao took a quick shower and went downstairs to inquire about Guimiao Villa with the shopkeeper.

"Guimiao Villa is incredible. It is said that there are wine pools and meat forests, and gold and silver treasures are piled up like mountains. The maids are all as beautiful as gods. There are countless dancing pavilions and singing stages in the villa. Talented men and beauties only care about reciting poems and composing poems, not knowing the season. I heard that it is the Immortal Cave." The shopkeeper moved his mustache with great certainty.

Zhao Jiu, on the other hand, had black streaks all over his head. He wanted to slap the shopkeeper in the face to see if he could be more reliable.

In desperation, Zhao could only say: "Shopkeeper, can you tell me where this villa is?"

"Oh, it's just outside the city behind the woods. Everyone in the city knows it."

"..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Since everyone in the city knows about it, there is probably no danger. It is just a rich man's country house. We will find out tomorrow!

The next day, Zhao finished his lunch and rode out of the city.

He put on the human skin mask and clothes in the forest, led the horse and walked towards the villa.

Just as Zhao had guessed, it was just a country villa. The courtyard wall is not high, there are two horse-tying posts at the door, and two willow trees are dancing in the wind.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door. An old man with a wrinkled face opened the door. Zhao didn't go in. He asked for a bowl of water and left.

After the first drum beat, Zhao put on a human skin mask without household registration and led his horse out of the city.

After changing clothes in the woods, Zhao knocked on the door of Guimiao Villa. There was no response the first time. After waiting for a while and knocking again, there was still no response. It was not until the third time that the door slowly opened, revealing the same old man with a wrinkled face.

"What's wrong, young master?" The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Jiu.

"Someone is coming from the ghost market."

The old man was startled for a moment, turned aside, and welcomed Zhao in. "There is still one person who hasn't arrived yet. We have to wait for a few days."

He led Zhao to the backyard and said as he walked: "The villa is not big, so I feel wronged that the young hero and the old man live in the same backyard."

"You're welcome, just call me Lao Jiu." Zhao said.

I have to say that rich people are indeed different. The old man obviously got out of bed, but there is no trace of etiquette.

"Lao Jiu, okay, if I dare, I'll call you Shaoxia, Gao Qi, the housekeeper of Lao Xuan Villa." Gao Qi said with a smile.

Leading Zhao to a wing, Gao Qi raised his hand and said, "Lao Jiu, the villa is not big, please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have a bed to sleep on, please, Uncle Gao." Zhao replied.

"As long as you can accept it, young hero. I live in the wing opposite. Just call me if you need me."

"Uncle Gao, you're welcome. Just call me Lao Jiu. I don't want to be a young hero, and I can't afford it." Zhao bowed his hand.

Gao Qi waved his hand.

Everyone goes back to his own room and sleeps in his own way.

After waiting for three days, everyone finally gathered. In addition to Zhao Jiu, there were three people, two men and one woman, all of the sixth grade. In the evening, Uncle Gao organized a banquet, saying that everyone knew each other so that they could cooperate.

One of the two men was named Xiong Wu and the other was Zhou Yun. Xiong Wu was at least 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, as black as charcoal. Zhou Yun's body shape is similar to that of Zhao, his face is white and beardless, and he is elegant and elegant, just like a scholar. The woman's name was Song Fu. She was dressed as a peasant woman, with a round face and big eyes. She looked simple and unpretentious, but Zhao could feel the strong murderous aura in her eyes. She was a new killer who couldn't pretend.

After eating and drinking, Zhao returned to the backyard and lay on the deck chair in the yard, drinking tea and enjoying the coolness. Half asleep and half awake, the two women looked down at him with curious expressions on their faces.

"Miss, Grandpa Gao said he found four masters, is he right?" asked the woman standing behind.

"Right."

Hearing the sound, Zhao woke up with a start. The flying knife was already in his hand, and he looked at the two of them warily.

Seeing the flying knife in Zhao Jiu's hand, the woman standing in front bowed and said, "Young master, don't be surprised. We just saw him enjoying the cool air alone, and we were just curious."

Zhao put away the throwing knife, lay down and saluted, and said: "Oh, I just feel that the room is a bit stuffy, so I came to the yard to enjoy the cool air."

"I hope you'll forgive me for disturbing the young master's elegant mood. Liu Rouwei, the owner of the little girl's villa, this is my maid Chunzhu."

Oh, customer.

Zhao quickly stood up and saluted, "I really didn't know it was Miss Liu. How offensive. Damn it."

Seeing this man's ability to bend and stretch, both of them covered their mouths to suppress laughter.

Taking advantage of this time, I took a closer look at the two of them. Liu Rouwei has a pointed face with eyebrows drawn. Her eyes are not big, but flexible and gentle. They look like a deep pool of sparkling water. Her nose is lower and slightly red. , the mouth is not big, but it is not a cherry mouth, the face is red without makeup, lined with green robe, purple gauze outside, peach dress, slim figure, with peaks on the side.

Xu Song, you boy, purple really has a charm!

And Chunzhu in the back, with a round face and big eyes, wearing a blue overskirt, looks like a child who has not grown up.

Before the two of them could stop laughing, Zhao had already laid back on the chair, stretched out comfortably, and ignored the two of them.

"I wonder what the young master's name is?" Liu Rouwei stopped laughing and asked.

I didn't scream, Zhao thought to himself. But he still answered Party A respectfully: "Just call me Lao Jiu."

"Lao Jiu, Uncle Gao said you are all masters, are you?" Chunzhu asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter. There are crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the martial arts world. I'm just starting out at most."

"Oh, what weapon do you use?" Liu Rouwei asked.

"Hidden weapons, darts, knives and the like." Zhao didn't dare to neglect. He still had the qualities that a worker should have.

"A hidden weapon can hurt people secretly, isn't it a sinister villain?" Chunzhu was stunned.

"Ah, right, right!" Zhao didn't need to explain. This little girl had probably never been out of the capital, let alone Jianghu, so why bother herself.

Jianghu is usually a worldly world, but when it comes to drawing swords and swords, who will care about morality? Killing your opponent first is the most important thing. When he first started working as a killer, Zhao had seen a life-and-death fight. The guy, who hadn't even drawn his sword yet, threw half a kilogram of poisonous powder at each other. From a distance, he thought it was foggy.

"Hey you, what I said is wrong?" Chunzhu said angrily.

"Ah, yes, yes, everything you said is right."

"you---"

Chunzhu stamped his feet angrily, turned around and left.

Liu Rouwei saluted and chased Chunzhu out.

It is the principle of not discussing right and wrong with laymen!

Don't ask, just ask,

Cover yourself with a small quilt under the overpass, and you will be right when something happens.

In fact, purple does have a charm...