Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

The sister who clung to her tightly, but suddenly raised her head: "Excuse me, you don't want to leave because you like Rong Xun, right?"

There was a sudden coldness in her eyes.

Jinque hugged her, her teeth seemed to tremble: "I will prove to you that he is definitely not your beloved."

She put down her hand to rest her shoulder, still looking up slightly, with a large flaming begonia flower reflected in her eyes, and her voice couldn't hear the emotions: "Jinque, for so many years, I'm not by your side, are you lonely? "

Jinque's proof came very quickly, as fast as the knife in her sister's hand, if she could be so efficient in other things, she would have become a self-improving girl a long time ago.

But the premise is that the assassin on the night of May 16th was also arranged by her. But in this way, I see people's hearts too sinister, maybe all this is just the will of heaven, but Jinque just borrowed the will of heaven.

God’s will let the Euphorbia that only bloom in an instant bloom in the Spring Garden of Rongfu that night, and God’s will made Rong Xun suddenly come and take the golden bird to enjoy the moon in the garden. God’s will let the sleepless brother Ying come to the Spring Garden late at night. The pocket knife was pierced in the pool, and God's will made the assassin suddenly appear in the sight of the three of them intersecting unexpectedly.

As for Rong Xun’s job as a court officer and in charge of Dazheng prison, assassins visit from time to time in the mansion. Everyone is used to it. There is really nothing to fuss about. It’s just that the assassin’s target is not Rong Xun, Yue. The sword light under the color looked like a tricky snake shadow, and went straight to Brother Ying, who was kneeling by the pool.

This blow was too fast for people to react. If Brother Ying hadn't been a killer for many years, he might be desperate. Fortunately, what he studied every day was **** and how to stay close to the enemy's knife. Dodge the risk.

For the assassin, the most important thing is the attack, since the first opportunity has been lost. It is not easy to kill the target again. Just as Ying Ge raised his sword to fight against, another sword shadow pierced Rong Xun's vest.

I realized that a pair of assassins were acting. The former was just to contain her, while the latter was serious. But what they didn't understand was that Rong Xun's skill was actually far above Ying Ge.

The black-clothed assassin stared at the long sword passing through his chest in disbelief. He didn't seem to understand why he was holding the red-clothed girl's defenseless Tingwei with his back to him, and instantly killed himself. . But the last trace of fierceness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and with a throw of his strength, he pushed the sharp sword in his hand to the Yingge who was fighting with another assassin. "Sister--" With a cry of exclamation, it cut through half of the spring garden, and the Jinque flew toward the sharp sword tip in the sound. The sharp blade passed through the abdomen, making a very muffled sound.

At the same time, Ying Ge's short knife slashed through the neck of the assassin who was fighting with her, and the assassin's long knife passed through her shoulder blades, firmly nailed to the hilt of the sword. The blood ran across the chest. Fortunately, the purple dress was not easy to see. She raised her eyes and looked in the direction where the screams had just sounded. She saw the brocade falling into the pool of blood with Rong Xun's shaking hands. The bird was in his arms.

She had never seen him look so ghoulish, in fact, although the knife stabbed in the abdomen, it looked serious, but it was not a major problem. She also suffered this kind of injury when she was eighteen years old, and half a month passed after lying in bed, but she suffered a bit of pain.

Jin Que moaned like a kitten in Rong Xun's arms: "...it hurts...I hurt..."

Rong Xun's cheeks were close to her forehead, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Don't be afraid, I am here. Let's go to see the doctor right away, behave, bear with me." He picked her up carefully.

She cried softly: "Sister...Sister..." Rong Xun, with his frowning eyebrows, finally looked back at Brother Yanying.

The pale-faced Ying-ge smiled hard, and walked closer: "I'm here." After a pause, "I'm fine."

Jin Que finally fainted with confidence, and Rong Xun's body trembled, and the panic appeared in his eyes suddenly as if he was about to lose some of the most precious things in the world.

She was stunned, and looked at him faintly: "It's not a serious injury, she's just fainted." He didn't listen to her at all, and didn't even look at her again. He turned around and asked if he was holding Jinque in a hurry. go with.

She looked at his back, and finally exhausted, she knelt on the ground with a plop, and then she lay down on the edge of the pond, with a skirt falling into the pool water, like a purple lotus leaf, a sharp sword pierced into the shoulder blade Just like this, she was pushed out by the mud under her body and rubbed in her bones again. She finally snorted, opening her eyes and shaping the stars in the black sky. I remembered the words of Rong Xun on his sixteenth birthday: "Yueniang, for me, become the best killer of the Rong family."

She laughed out loud: "You finally don't need me anymore."

No one answered, and occasionally summer insects neighed. She stopped laughing, raised her hand, and carefully looked at the blood stains between her fingers: "I actually really, really hate killing..."

Under the starry sky, the beautiful evening flowers bloom suddenly, against the light of the cold moon and the lake, the faint white stamens bloom, and the autumn flowers like snow pick the moonlight. Yingge, who was lying in the Utan Flower, slowly closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. For a long while, there were faint tears in the places where his fingers moved away, but his eyes were black and white, and there was no emotion.

This is the weakness of a killer, even if it is weakness, it is weakness that no one can see. A place that I can't even see.

Jinque's injury is indeed not a major injury, but because she is not thicker than her sister, she is still lying on the bed for more than a month. After that, Rong Xun rarely recruited Brother Ying to attend, just as there was no such person in Rong Mansion.

I heard that there were other killers who wanted to partner with Brother Ying when they went out on missions and took the initiative to mention to Rong Xun. He looked calmly: "There is no guard in Rong Mansion who can't protect the Lord, let alone a killer who can survive by relying on others as targets." Abandon her in this way, even too lazy to notify her.

He is the Lord and she is the servant. Since he saved her on that winter night, she has given her life to him, and he should only hold a life in his hand, a thing of his own, if you want it, throw it away. That is the unique heart in this world.

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In September, the eagle flies, and the Wang family surrounds and hunts. Jin Que was finally well, and Rong Xun worried that she had been bored in the house for too long. Take her to relax. About the fleeting year is unfavorable, and problems arise as soon as they disappear. This was almost unexpected, only to blame Rong Xun for not being careful enough, not knowing that wealth is not revealed, nor can talented women be revealed, not to mention Jinque is so versatile.

During the hunting, Jinghou Rongyuan’s little snow leopard was accidentally injured by a stray arrow from somewhere. It happened to be rescued by the ignorantly lost Jinque. It seemed to be just an ordinary good thing, but the next day, the front paws were tightly bandaged. The real little snow leopard was carried by the eunuchs in the palace and sent to Rongfu.

Jinghou’s father, Jinghou, had a snow leopard and his mother, his wife in late summer, made a love affair. It was a beautiful talk that spread throughout the Zheng royal family. The little snow leopard next to Rong Yuan was the offspring of that snow leopard and sent him to the court. The meaning speaks for itself. To put it simply, Jinghou Rongyuan fell in love with Jinque, suggesting that Rong Xun could send this female family member of the mansion into the palace.

That night, Ying Ge received a secret letter dedicated to Rong Xun's mission. This was the first time in March. The long and short knife hung on the wall did not drink human blood for a long time, and he lost his hostility. There is no expression on her face, but her eyes are suddenly vivid, overflowing with glazed glaze. The envelope trembled in his hand for a while before being slowly opened. The faint yellow candlelight reflected the white paper and black characters, and the rosy face of Yingge who was usually unmovable suddenly faded, and the brilliance in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He held the table and almost fell, but for a long time, he smiled softly, his black and white eyes A line of words is clearly shadowed inside. Long Feifengwu, Cangrun Dao Jin: "On behalf of Jinque enters the palace."

She held the letter and looked at it for a long time, and brought it close to the candlelight. The flame licked up and instantly turned to ashes.

That night, the floating moon was in the sky, and the stars were like dust. Rong Xun’s Qingyingju once again ushered in assassins. As expected of the courtier Quan Dazheng who was assassinated the most times, it can also be seen that Tingwei’s profession is really dangerous. The moon shadow shook the parasol tree, and the rustle was lonely as a song. Rong Xun stood quietly in front of the book table, still holding a black stone in his hand, the candle on the lampstand was extinguished by the wind of the knife, the candle wick slowly rose up with two smears of blue smoke, and the knife of Yingge was firmly against his neck.

He looked up at her: "I never thought that one day your knife will rest on my neck."

She smiled: "I never thought about it either."

The wind blew the windows loudly, and she tilted her head slightly, with a look of doubt: "You are not afraid, because you think I will not kill you, you don't believe I will kill you, do you?"

He just looked at her.

She leaned forward very close, almost placing her head on his right shoulder. If the blade that was still not relaxed against his left neck was ignored, it would be a lingering hug. Her voice rang softly in his ear: "I don't believe it either."

How soft the voice is. The action was so fierce that the short knife handle in her hand was delivered to Rong Xun's hand in an instant. She held his right hand holding the handle and pierced it straight into her chest. The tip of the knife stopped dangerously on one finger of his chest, and the blood converged into a red line along the five fingers of Rong Xun's left hand that held the blade tightly. He frowned, and his low voice contained anger: "You are crazy."

She looked at him and didn't seem to understand why he said such words. After a while, she suddenly realized: "I'm not crazy, I'm very clear. You see, I still know where to kill him."

Her voice was soft and soft, resounding in the dim night: "Rong Xun, I can't kill you. You saved me and our family. I dare not forget such a great kindness. What will I do for you? Everything is deserved, it is to repay the grace, the grace of life, the grace of nurturing. But you let me do such a thing, let me enter the palace instead of Jinque, marry your uncle, just because you can't bear Jinque."

She paused. The smile implied on her lips was as clean and flawless as she was fifteen years old, but it was only a moment, and the smile came into her eyes, as dense as a thousand spider silk, whether it was true or false. She looked at Rong Xun, slowly closed her eyes, held his hand to her chest: "Kill me, I will be free."

Yueying was mottled by the swaying phoenix tree. She wanted to destroy herself, but he held the blade tightly. The crimson leaching from the five fingers gathered into a trickle, tickling and falling to the floor. His voice sounded in her ears: "I don't want your life. Become an official on behalf of Jinque, and do this last thing for me. From then on, you will be free."

Her eyes opened suddenly, and she was facing the indistinct expression in his moo, seemingly unbelievable, and finally, tears fell.

Her temper is not calm, she endured it for so long, just because there is a reason not to be sad. Such a person can't bear to cry, but tears roll down from the corners of his eyes without any sound. The short knife fell on the ground with a bang. She looked at the blood on the ground and raised her head with difficulty: "Rong Xun, do you think that killers are heartless?"

He did not speak.

She squatted slowly on the ground, seeming to exhaust all her strength. The power and severity of the past disappeared for a while, shivering like a child, trembling all over her body: "How could it be heartless? I put it with you. But Rong Xun, where did you drop it?" It was like asking yourself, "Where did you drop it?"

He was in shape. After a while, he handed her the uninjured hand: "Get up first."

She was startled, looking at him with tears on her face, but she didn't even cry at all, frowning slightly: "I have always wanted to ask, what am I in your heart for so many years?"

a long time. He slowly said: "Yue Niang, you have always done a good job. You are the Rong family, the best knife."

She raised her head very slowly and stood up very slowly, her weakness was no longer visible, as if the utter grief was just an illusion. The purple sleeves brushed his tear-stained eyes, and the former calm brother Ying was brushed across. She looked at him. It seemed to have known each other for a lifetime, and it seemed to have never known each other. For a long time, a cold smile appeared in his eyes: "I will do this last thing for you, and I won't owe you anything."

She strode out of the room and paused at the threshold: "Rong Xun, if one day you don't love Jinque, please treat her kindly. Don't be like me. She is not like me. She is a killer."

From this it can be seen that trust is precious and cannot be given casually, just like Brother Ying, blindly believing that she is the most special person in Rong Xun, because she is the best killer of the Rong family.

She takes herself too high. Rong Xun looked too low. Unfortunately, from the age of eleven to twenty, it took her nine years to understand this truth. Fortunately, she finally understood this truth.

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