Dandere General and his Lord

Ah An didn't understand what liking was. There were only two things in his life. He continued to live after completing the task, or he died when the task failed.

The partner who grew up with him in the quagmire had an incomprehensible look in his eyes, and his face was slightly red: "I fell in love with my target, his name is Zhou Zixi."

"You can't do this, you won't live long like this," Ah An said.

"Yes, because I fell in love with him, I think I might be about to die." A Yang replied gently.

Ah Yang really died soon.

Ah An's only friend who could talk to him was gone.

There was the sound of a screeching carriage on the road.

Because of the dense flow of people, the carriage slowed down.

There were many guards in front of and behind the carriage.

After a long journey, he finally arrived at the gate of his own country.

The expressions of the guards were obviously relaxed.

They chatted casually, discussing where to drink a glass of spirits to relieve fatigue in the evening.

The curtain of the car window was lifted, revealing a clear and elegant face.

This is Ah An's goal.

Ah An neither hates nor likes this person, but he wants to take this person's life.

Trading someone else's life for his own survival, he has done this countless times.

He picked up his own burden and walked towards the carriage.

On the noisy street, the boy and the carriage passed by.

The horse pulling the cart seemed to be startled by something, and ran up with a long neigh, knocking over the boy who was carrying the fire and burning the burden.

The golden-colored fire was scattered all over the ground, and the boy who sold the fire rolled into the mud, holding his leg and screaming in pain.

The carriage was quickly controlled by the guards,

The surrounding crowd gathered around.

Ah An rolled on the ground, pretending to be seriously injured and screaming in pain.

A wheelchair stopped in front of him, and on the wheelchair sat a gentle man.

"How are you, little brother? Are you seriously injured?" The man stretched out his hand and asked with concern.

Great, the target actually got out of the car and was about to get close to himself.

Ah An secretly rejoiced in his heart, he originally just wanted to stop the carriage and wait for the opportunity.

He looked around quietly, and there were several of his companions in the crowd who were quietly winking at him, ready to meet him at any time.

Very good timing!

Ah An took out his dagger and stabbed the man who was close at hand!

Zhou Zixi's bodyguard reacted and pushed a wheelchair violently. The wheelchair slipped on the snow and fell to the ground with Zhou Zixi, narrowly avoiding the fatal knife.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly rioted.

The crowd that pushed for a while blocked Zhou Zixi and his guards.

Ah An swung the knife and stabbed at the man with limited mobility who fell on the snow.

The man raised his head, and a pair of clear eyes looked at him.

For some reason, A Yang's voice suddenly sounded in Ah An's mind,

"Because of being in love with him, I think I'm about to die."

Ayang died for him.

Ah An paused for a very brief moment.

Just because of this moment, a hand stretched out from the slanting stab and grabbed his blade, making him unable to stab anymore.

This is a girl about his age.

This woman was holding a short blade, and she exchanged ten moves with him between the electric light and flint.

Among the masters, it only takes a few tricks to know the strength of the other party.

Ah An knew that his mission had failed this time, and he couldn't take the target's life in the hands of this woman.

He struggled to get himself stabbed, dashed out of the siege, and fled away.

That girl was A Jia. She lifted up the wheelchair, helped Zhou Zixi, who was lying in the snow, and put the person on the wheelchair: "Master Zhou, are you alright?"

"Thank you, I don't mind." Zhou Zixi took a breath and calmed down, "Miss Ajia, why are you here?"

"The lord also encountered an assassin a few days ago. The lord is not at ease with you, and ordered me to pick you up." A Jia said, she looked up at the position in front of her, "The lord also came in person."

Not far away, Cheng Chiba was sitting on a horse.

She gripped the reins tightly in her hands, looking at the chaos in front of her, burning with anger.

If she didn't think of it, or came a step too late.

Zhou Zixi, who had just returned to Zhengzhou, would die at the gate of his city, in front of his eyes.

Those assassins were among the crowd and were running away.

Countless Jin soldiers came with weapons to search and hunt for assassins.

"Close the city gate immediately, the whole city is not allowed to enter, and must be caught by the assassin." Cheng Qianye gave the order.

Among the assassins who assassinated Zhou Zixi, there was a very special young man whose body was pure black.

Black without any impurities.

Cheng Qianye had never seen a pure black person.

Obsidian in sunlight.

She wants to find the assassin, find the people behind him, and make them pay the price for their stupidity.

Back to the palace.

Cheng Qianye sat down in the seat with a sullen face, she took A Jia's hand, opened her palm, and saw a ferocious wound on the palm of her hand, and A Jia's hand was dripping with blood.

At the moment of crisis, Ajia used this hand to grab the enemy's blade. Saved Zhou Zixi's life.

Cheng Qianye sprinkled medicine on the wound and bandaged it with his own hands: "I will pass on the military doctor later, and I will show you a good look."

Ajia's eyebrows and eyes curled, showing a standard smile: "A little injury, the lord doesn't have to worry about it."

"It hurts so much, why do you still laugh?" Cheng Qianye looked up at the girl who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was still so young, but she was used to the pain. It was impossible to see how badly she was injured.

"A Jia, when people are happy, they laugh. When they are sad, they cry." Cheng Qianye wrapped the bandage around, "You don't have to go against your heart so deliberately, when you are in pain, you You can make yourself miserable, and when you are angry, you can make yourself angry."

A Jia was stunned for a moment, then blinked: "But the master told me that no matter when, you should not show your real expression, only if you can't see your expression, the enemy can't guess your real action. Be a qualified person. You don't need to have your own heart. You don't need to have your own expression."

Cheng Qianye stopped talking, there is still too much darkness in this world, in corners that she has never seen.

"Master Zhou, who do you think sent these assassins?" Cheng Feng asked, "A few days ago, the lord met an assassin. The man was about forty years old, with a small stature and superb martial arts. The two of them shot, but neither left him."

Zhou Zixi thought for a while and said, "Beside the Crown Prince Ji Ang of Song State, there is a confidant named Jie, who is very similar in age to the assassin you described. Last time we asked Song State to cede land and pay indemnity, Ji Ang He hated me to the core, and it is indeed possible to plan such a despicable thing with his arrogance."

He recalled the young girl A Yang who died for him, and said with sadness: "This young man who assassinated today also reminds me of an old friend of mine. Although they have different appearances, they have many similar characteristics. That man It is a dead servant of the Song Kingdom."

The snow season is the most difficult time of the year for the poor.

Even in a relatively prosperous city like Zhengzhou, there are inevitably many refugees who lack food and clothing and live in no fixed place.

In Xicheng District, where the slums gather, there are dilapidated shacks that cannot withstand the wind and snow.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy hurriedly walked through the snow.

He was black, his hair was knotted, and he couldn't see his face. He was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat, holding a piece of cooking cake in his hand, nibbling on it as he walked.

There was a skinny beggar at the base of the wall, looking at the half of the pancake in his hand, he swallowed enviously.

In the end, he couldn't stand the temptation of hunger, raised the broken bowl in his hand and stopped the boy who was much older than him.

"Brother, give me a bite to eat, give me a little. I'm really hungry."

The boy kicked the iron basin away with one foot, and saw the broken basin roll on the ground, making a screeching sound, as if he had done something funny, he laughed out loud.

The little beggar picked up his bowl in disappointment. He was so hungry that he panicked.

If the half of the pancake could give him a bite, he would rather be beaten.

Although he knew in his heart that even if he was beaten, this piece of cake would not fall into his hands.

With a snap, half of the pancake fell into his bowl. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and quickly picked up the pancake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you." He whimpered thanks.