Dandere General and his Lord

"My nephews, together with their respective mothers, are fighting fiercely. Yao Shun is the third youngest, but he was inconspicuous at first. After you came to Jin as a proton, not only did you not embarrass him, but you even invited him a teacher. , let him go to school with the children of the royal family of Jin. No, it caused the jealousy of those with narrow vision."

Cheng Qianye shook his head, and began to rejoice that his harem staff was relatively simple, and there was only one heir at present, and the road was still not going well, so he didn't have to worry about this kind of thing now.

After applying.

The streets and alleys in the city of Zhengzhou gradually became lively.

It gets dark earlier in autumn, and it will be completely dark in more than an hour.

Therefore, this moment is the most crowded moment. People from all walks of life appeared on the way home, and the soldiers in the military camp also finished their training and scattered from the school grounds.

All kinds of steaming food stalls began to be displayed on the street. The stall owners greeted the passing guests warmly. The people working everywhere have finished their work, and some will sit down at these stalls, take a bite and pretend to be late. Food.

A walking businessman, an old-fashioned performer, next to the road, shouting and shouting, sticking to the market. One after another, the voices are mixed in the fragrance of the meal, full of the breath of life.

Zhengzhou was occupied for a long time by the famous mountain of the Quanrong Renwei.

But it seems that it is still prosperous, and it does not show the kind of panic and depression that has been ruled by aliens.

In contrast, Haojing, the capital of the dog army that Cheng Chiba had been to, was not so comfortable and wealthy.

For most common people, they don't care who the ruler is. As long as the high-ranking monarch does not exploit cruelly, does not wantonly fight, and provides a stable environment, they can live well by themselves.

Cheng Qianye took Yao Tianxiang's hand, dressed in casual clothes, and ate snacks and groceries along the way.

A rare moment of leisure makes her both relaxed and comfortable.

Behind them, Cheng Feng and A Jia brought several attendants to escort them.

There is a teahouse not far away, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard.

"It's been a long time since I listened to the play, Tianxiang, let's go and sit for a while."

Everyone entered the teahouse and sat in the private room on the second floor.

It is said that it is a private room, but in fact, it is just separated by two half-person-high low screens, but it is better than having a window for ventilation, so there is no need to crowd with many people on the first floor.

The performances in the teahouses are not comparable to the skills of the advocators in the imperial palaces of the Wei Kingdom who were specially nurtured by the nobles.

Yao Tianxiang recalled the days when she was the Princess of the Wei Kingdom. At that time, she was like a canary in a cage, doing nothing all day long. Listening to the play or outing and feasting was her whole life.

Boringly repeating the same days, waiting for her father or brother to decide her life, and to marry her like a bargaining chip to a husband who can get the greatest benefit.

Then go on to another boring and repetitive life. Or indulge in intrigue, just to compete for a man's favor.

When did her life become so busy?

There is very little time to even listen to such a clumsy singing.

She is now the concubine of the Marquis of Jinyue, and Qianye treats her very well. She could have lived a leisurely life. But she just wanted to keep herself so busy, so busy and fulfilled, that every day was very interesting.

Yao Tianxiang was next to Cheng Qianye, drinking tea and beating slowly.

Cheng Qianye sat by the window, looking at the street scene from the window, the pedestrians of all colors coming and going, the people's livelihood mixed in the delicate singing.

A middle-aged man selling gān goods was squatting across the street and happened to be facing this window.

He was small, with a hunched back and a hat on his head, and his features were inconspicuous at all.

He lifted his bamboo hat and glanced at the window intentionally or unintentionally.

With that one glance, Cheng Qianye clenched his hands.

"What's wrong?" Yao Tianxiang asked casually, her eyes still on the stage downstairs.

Cheng Qianye squeezed her hand gently: "Tianxiang, don't look back, listen to me."

Yao Tianxiang paused. On the surface, she was still watching the play intently, as if she hadn't heard it, but she responded to Cheng Qianye with a little force in her palm.

Cheng Qianye raised the teacup, and under the cover of drinking tea, whispered, "We may have encountered an assassin."

Yao Tianxiang remained calm. She looked at the stage downstairs, but her slender fingers reached into the teacup, dipped it in the tea, and wrote three words on the table, "There is an assassin."

The man selling gān goods pressed the bamboo hat above his head, and he was in shock.

They spent a long time inquiring about the news. Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jinyue, was indeed a son of the royal family who had never practiced martial arts and grew up pampered.

But just now, he just glanced at the Jin Yuehou who was sitting by the window, why did he feel that he had been seen through.

He raised his eyes and looked up from the gap in the hat.

Jin Yuehou, who was traveling in micro-clothing, was leaning leisurely by the window, sipping tea in an orderly manner with a cup of tea, and did not greet the guards, nor did he even speak to the lady beside him.

It should be an illusion, he couldn't see through me at a glance, the man thought to himself. Take it easy.

Chapter 96

The assassin and his accomplices had been lurking in Zhengzhou for more than ten days.

They squatted outside the palace where the Marquis of Jinyue temporarily lived every day, disguised themselves, and wandered among the crowd to check the situation.

Although it was wartime, the defensive surface of this palace

It doesn't look particularly serious.

But for some unknown reason, they have never been able to find any flaws. They contacted several servants who served by the Marquis of Jinyue, but they didn't even find one that could be bought, and they were completely unable to inquire about the whereabouts of Marquis Jinyue.

This kind of situation where everyone from top to bottom is loyal to the master is rare.

It can be seen that this Jinyuehou is indeed a powerful character, at least he has done a very good job in controlling this.

Fortunately, after waiting patiently, these people finally saw Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jinyue, come out of the palace for the first time.

Want to get started? There are not many guards accompanying, this is an opportunity.

The small assassin crouched on the ground, staring at the window across the street through the gap in his hat.

His back was hunched, his face wrinkled, and his temples were white. No matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary toiler.

No one can tell from the appearance alone that this is an assassin with countless lives on his hands.

As a senior assassin, he knows the secret of assassination, the most important thing is that it must be hit with one hit.

If you fail once and startle the snake, the other party will raise twelve points of vigilance to guard against it, and it will become more difficult to obtain the target's life.

He has performed this task countless times for his lord over the past few decades of his life.

The reason why he has been able to succeed many times and become the leader of the dead servant trusted by the lord, his only trick is to be able to "endure".

He once lurked around a target for five full years, until he had a good chance to strike a thunderbolt and retire.

Forget it, it's too hasty, you shouldn't take risks if you don't have full confidence.

He restrained the gleam in his eyes, made a retreat gesture to his companion who was disguised and lurking nearby, and then bent down to slowly pack up the burden in front of him.

In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, no one would pay attention to such an inconspicuous businessman as him, and he could evacuate calmly.

Perhaps before leaving, he should enter this teahouse, drink a cup of tea, and observe the preferences of this Marquis of Jinyue and the people around him.

At the moment when the assassin bent down, the skin on his back crawled up with a sense of horror in the pores, and the intuition of walking on the edge of life and death for many years made his body dodge repulsively, dodging an attack. Arrow of life.

The sharp arrow brushed past his face, severing his sideburns and leaving a stinging wound on his face.

Several sharp arrows came one after another, pinning them into the ground where he had just stood, raising a cloud of dust.

The assassin turned over to avoid the successive rain of arrows, and raised his head sharply.

His eyes met a red figure standing in the window of the teahouse. The man had a frosty face, stretched his ape arm without hesitation, opened his bow and twisted his arrows, and the arrows broke through the air again.

The assassin was small but extremely agile, and he rubbed his body to avoid the sharp arrows.

At the same time, he showed his hidden short blade, holding up a pair of daggers that were attacking him from behind.

It was a young woman who attacked him. She was very young, but she was very ruthless.

This woman uses a pair of short blades to attack the key points, both fast and ruthless.

There was no expression on this person's face, but he used all desperate moves, and he did not defend himself with one and a half moves.

The keen intuition told the assassin that this was a dead servant who had been trained in hell like himself since he was a child.