Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

185. Liang Zhu (Thirteen)

If asked what Xie Yan admired most, it was Jiang Chen's always calm attitude. Xie Yan seems to always see some shadow of his father Xie An in him.

Just as calm.

So far, Xie Yan has never seen him behave inappropriately. It seems that he never worries about any situation. This kind of mentality is not surprising in a veteran like my uncle who has experienced two dynasties. It would be amazing to put it on an eight-year-old boy. But if this person is him, Xie Yan feels that it should be like this.

It is said that he is like a pampered royal nobleman, but the distinction between him and Wan Lian's master and subordinate is not clear. It is said that he is a child of an aristocratic family who is not familiar with worldly affairs and therefore approachable. What he knows and learned is obviously more than that. He has dabbled in calligraphy, painting, flower arrangement, mountains and rivers, geography, and medical essays. You will never run out of things to say when talking to him. He didn't talk much, but he didn't make people feel cold. And when facing threats, having him help makes people feel surprisingly reassured.

Or, to his friends, he is a very reassuring person.

Jiang Chen didn't know that he could be praised so highly. If he knew it, he would just laugh it off. Facing death, facing many things that are better than death, what else can make his color change and his heart beat now?

"Xie Feng, do you think this Xiangcheng incident is over?" His tone was a little heavy.

Xie Yan listened to Xie Xuan's few words and frowned for the first time because of his cousin's words.

Xie Yan clenched his fists and turned his head away, "Yan doesn't understand what my cousin means."

Xie Xuan saw that he didn't want to talk in depth, so he knew that he was not willing to give up the friendship of classmates, and said, "The siege of the northern border has been solved. Birds are hidden in their bows. My Xie family has an uncle who is as bright as the sun, but it is too late to pass. After this battle, , Mr. Xie, you and I have no choice but to retreat bravely and be exiled for one or two years. As for Ma Wencai, his father was the governor of Hangzhou, a fourth-rank official, and the Huan family was involved... Now he has the name of Zhenbei General, but he has no Wu Hu Fu has real power. The emperor’s thoughts are obvious.”

He didn't completely trust this talented person.

Xie Yan was a little conflicted by his words, "My cousin, that's wrong. We have a close relationship with literary talents. How can the friendship between gentlemen be changed by external things?"

"Brother, I know that you value love and righteousness, but you have to understand that Mr. Xie cannot tolerate any loss."

Hearing that his tone became more relaxed, Xie Yan answered seriously, "A gentleman has something to do and something not to do. Cousin, there are some things in this world that I have to do, but there are some things that I still don't have to do."

If he parted ways with like-minded friends because of the will of his superior, he did not have to do it.

"Flooding the city. Even if the people in the city are lured out in advance." Xie Xuan's tone was a little wary, "Xie Feng, do you know what his nature is like?"

Xie Yan said, "It is enough to know that he has the intention to regain the northern land."

Xie Xuan sighed, "You have always relied on your talents, and it is rare to find anyone who admires and subdues you. Now that you are protecting each other, you can see that this son is indeed extraordinary. You are not young anymore, and it is inconvenient for you to interfere because of your brother. But you must remember that the two of you have a close friendship. It has nothing to do with Mr. Xie.”

"It's natural."

Zuiyue Tower.

"You two gentlemen, please come in."

The lingering sound is infinitely charming.

Wan Lian handed over the money bag very familiarly, arched her eyebrows, and smiled at the colorful woman next to her, "Mom, we have an appointment. Tianzi C."

The Madam was stunned by his smile for a moment, then came back to her senses and weighed her money bag. She grinned with bright red lipstick, held a fan to cover her uncontrollable smile, and said softly, "Oh, it turns out I am a regular customer. Seeing how handsome this man is, my family is all lost."

She had stayed in Zuiyue Tower for a long time, and she had seen many different kinds of people. Some children from aristocratic families are more romantic, and they are familiar with romance at a young age. But it was the first time I saw a handsome young man who was more self-pitying than many romantic young men come in with a child.

An extremely weird combination.

Wan Lian clicked her tongue, "If nothing else, mom's mouth is really big and lovable." He changed his meaning and said, "Is the person here?"

The bustard thought in her mind, "The slave told the young master that he was delayed on the way. Please wait for a moment, he will come immediately."

Jiang Chen followed him, everything came into his eyes, but he turned a blind eye.

The Baihua Terrace downstairs was ablaze, and geishas came on stage to sing and dance. The lights are bright and there is a lot of noise. It is the same as all kinds of flowers and willows.

The lotus flower caressed the red fence and said thoughtfully, "I wonder what day it is today? It's so lively."

The madam followed his gaze and complained, "Master, you don't know something. Since half a year ago, Shouyang has been talking about going to war! The government has taken in many refugees, which has made the city a mess. It's chaotic. Not many red houses dare to open openly. It's not like we won the battle a few days ago..." She curled her lips, obviously unhappy, "These officials are in the mood to have fun. Yuelou, there are originally twelve oirans a year. The officials can't wait to see the new girl, so they strictly asked Zuiyuelou to perform well." When she mentioned this, her eyes lit up and she smiled even more at Wanlian. She was very happy and said, "So, I'm really in the right place today." If this generous young master can find one, then she will make a lot of money again.

Wan Lian looked back at Jiang Chen and replied casually, "Yeah." His mind changed, but his expression was still cynical, as if he had no intention of asking her, "Although we are friends, we may not have seen each other for a long time. Let's take advantage of the war for a while. I came here to visit my friend, but I don’t know how he is doing. Although my mother said that Tian Zi Bing is an acquaintance, she still remembers the girl he always calls for company.”

"Oh. It's Zhiqiu."

While they were talking, they had already reached the private room on the second floor. When Wanlian raised her hand, a bright light flashed on her waist. There was a ding sound. Three silver needles were knocked away and stabbed into the redwood beams.

Wanlian held the soft sword and slowly stepped forward to block Jiang Chen. She yawned slowly. It seemed that she didn't take the assassins into consideration at all.

The brothel owner finally reacted and screamed miserably. "Ah! Murder!" She rolled and crawled down the stairs, avoiding the frontal sword and arrow rain.

Wanlian curved her eyes and hooked her index finger at the crowd below.

Jiang Chen seemed to have not seen the current situation at all, and raised his hand to push the door. There was a sound of hidden weapons breaking through the air. Jiang Chen's expression did not change. He turned sideways and raised his sleeves. He heard the sound of hidden weapons falling to the ground, just breaking a hole big enough for his figure to pass through.

Wanlian seemed to have eyes. He raised his soft sword and chopped down all the extra hidden weapons behind him.

The cold light was glaring.

In the blink of an eye, there were three more bodies facing him that were killed by a sword.

When they stopped fighting, Wan Lian couldn't help asking, "Young Master, um, aren't you worried that I'll get hurt?"

Jiang Chen didn't want to respond to this question.

"..." In this world with low military power, it's very difficult to get injured. He didn't want to get even a scratch on the sword, did he?

Jiang Chen looked around and saw a yellow dress with blood flowing everywhere. The blood in the room was thick, and it was obvious that the person had been dead for a long time.

It was the woman named Zhiqiu.

The blood-colored curtain in the room was lightly lifted, and there was no one.

He turned around and looked outside. Wan Lian handled it with ease, the soft sword in his hand flashed, and there was no blood in front of the door. Blood flowers bloomed and fell on the wall or in front of the window.

The tables and chairs in the lobby were flying, and the crowd fled in panic, and there was a lot of chaos.

The voice gradually fell, and it seemed that there were not many people alive. Jiang Chen spoke out to stop them, "Leave them alive."

Wan Lian paused, and understood instantly. This momentary flaw made the besiegers happy, and the joy had not yet dissipated, but they were unconscious.

It's not that they don't want to catch up with the person who stepped into the room on the second floor, and catch the thief first. But this person blocked them in front, and they had no chance at all.

Wan Lian smiled, and with his appearance, he looked really gentle and soft, without any murderous aura, as if it was not him who took away so many lives just now.

"Then, who of you is willing to solve the doubts for my son?"

Those who caught his gaze couldn't help but take two steps back and looked at each other.

What kind of gaze was that.

But he was playing in the world. He didn't care about human lives. Or rather, he wouldn't care about anything in the world. Because he had no peers, and didn't need any understanding or comfort.

This sword has not been too involved with the dead souls in the past thousands of years. Now, he has gradually revealed his murderous intent.

Maybe it's a good thing, maybe it's not.

The atmosphere in the room changed, and there was one more person.

A subtle sound of breaking through the air rose.

Jiang Chen raised his fingertips and clamped the flying thorn flower expressionlessly. When he moved his hand away, there was another person next to Zhiqiu's body.

"It's you." The voice of the young man was calm and unaffected.

"It's me."

It was obviously a male voice, but he was wearing a red maid's dress. He held the flower branch in his hand, holding a petal of red plum between his fingertips, and looked at the thing that attacked Jiang Chen. When he turned around, he saw beautiful eyebrows, fair skin, slanted eyebrows, and eyes like lacquer. No matter which era you look at it from, it is considered a seductive beauty. His appearance has been modified by skillful hands and deliberately feminized. If he just stood like this, no one would doubt his identity as a woman.

The meaning of this sentence is that he is a man.

His facial features are deep, obviously not from Jin. He is from the north.

Jiang Chen let go of his hand, and the petals between his fingertips fell to his feet. He did not move for a long time. Seeing this man walk over to the table and pour a cup of tea, he said, "As a capable assistant to the governor of Xiangcheng to assist in the attack on Jin, you left your station and went deep into Jincheng. Your courage is commendable."

It is rare that someone has no feelings about his appearance. Murong was a little surprised. He shook his wine glass and said self-deprecatingly, "How dare a defeated general talk about courage."

Wanlian brought a figure in. Seeing the extra outsiders, he was not surprised and joked casually, "Oh, what a beautiful beauty."

Murong frowned slightly, but after looking at Wanlian's expression, he found that he was just complimenting casually, just like seeing beautiful flowers and plants, he would also say that this flower is good, nothing else.

Pure appreciation.

The disgust dissipated, followed by confusion. If Jiang Chen's mind is pure because of his young age, then Wanlian should also know about the world of love at his age. As a man, Murong understands the attraction of his face to others... Otherwise, otherwise...

How can he ignore this face?

This is actually quite easy to explain. Wanlian has a high sense of identity with the sword clan. Maybe he will be obsessed with a famous sword, but he will not fall in love with the human race. To him, people are just sword holders. People will not fall in love with a flower because of its beauty.

On the contrary, when he saw Murong, the struggling action paused, and he was stunned for a long time, and his eyes flashed with sudden enlightenment and disbelief. I think they never expected that they had been tracking the target of assassination for a long time after getting the news, and they could be cruel enough to disguise themselves as a woman and be safe under their noses.

Jiang Chen took his expression into his eyes, walked to the wooden window, lifted the curtain and looked down. The street was almost empty.

The blood was splattered in Zuiyue Tower. At this moment, the people around must have been hiding in the house.

The cold wind blew in from the window, dispelling the strange smell of powder and blood in the room.

Jiang Chen asked calmly, "Do you want to kill Fu Jian?"

No one who heard this could be calm.

The person restrained by the lotus became excited, looked angry, and cursed a series of slang words, to the effect that the emperor was ungrateful and ungrateful. The emperor brought your sister and brother to the deepest favor. This time, you made you a high official, and you actually colluded with foreign enemies.

When this matter was mentioned, Murong Chong's face became even more ugly, he pursed his lips tightly and looked at the assassin as if he was looking at a dead man. After a while, he sneered and said to Jiang Chen, "What about you? Jin and Qin have been in stalemate for many years, and Jin has been defeated repeatedly. Huan Wen, the marshal and prime minister of the army at the time, was defeated repeatedly. Tens of thousands of troops died on the battlefield, all because of Fu. For reasons of strength, I’m afraid I can’t be ranked in terms of hatred.”

Jiang Chen replied calmly, "You can choose to refuse."

Decline his invitation. It's just that things have become more complicated, but for him, the ending will not change.

Murong Chong naturally would not refuse.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing here.

At the age of thirteen, his family and country were destroyed by the Fu family, and the two siblings served together. From the lofty King of Zhongshan to someone else's child molester, how could he endure such a difference.

He hated Fu Jian for eating flesh and sleeping on skin.

Thin and dense raindrops fell again.

"Then, happy working together."

Wan Lian casually pushed the man who had no power to fight back to Murong Chong's feet and followed Jiang Chen out.

The wooden windows were not closed.

On the street, Wanlian held an umbrella and followed behind him.

The figure is getting further and further away.

Thin raindrops are filled with water vapor.

Looking dimly again, I saw two figures, one large and one small, disappearing at the end of the street.

illusory.

It's like it never existed.

The author has something to say: Wan Lian: It seems that I met a big boss in women's clothing today. Women's clothing.