Life Hunter

Li Qingxian sighed in his heart.

In the academy, Dai Tie was one of the best students.

His parents were farmers, and several uncles and aunts had to scrape together the tuition fees. He just hoped that there would be someone in the family who could leap over the dragon gate.

He was neither as good at dancing as Du Qizhen, who was born in a businessman's family, nor as observant as Lou Yushan, who was born in an official family, so he seemed withdrawn.

Apart from not treating people well, there is nothing to say about his academic performance or his character.

Li Qingxian looked at Dai Tie and thought quietly. The things that happened these days passed through his mind like a fleeting glance.

After a while, Li Qingxian had an idea in his mind and walked downstairs.

After walking a few steps, Dai Tie stood up and turned around, and the two met each other.

Dai Tie was stunned for a moment, then said with a stiff face: "Are you coming to pay tribute too?"

Li Qingxian smiled and said: "Our Night Guard Yamen either calls for relief or release of water, no one says "Gong".

"Yeah, different places, different rules." Dai Tie said.

"This truth is originally true, but the crooked scholars misread it. When scholars talk about fathers and sons, kings and ministers, they are talking about different rules. Why don't you like it now that you have gone from the academy to the yamen?" Li Qingxian asked with a smile.

Dai Tie was stunned.

"What is not taught in books is also called knowledge. What's more, it is taught in these books, but we have not learned it." Li Qingxian said.

Dai Tie said sternly: "What you said is right! The sage's words are always new and new every day, but I always use what I learned in the past as a ruler to measure everything in the world. I am really pedantic."

"How is your family? I heard that my aunt is not in good health." Li Qingxian glanced at the patches on the corners of his iron sleeves. The stitches were thick and messy.

"My mother passed away last year." Dai Tie's eyes darkened.

"My condolences. Let's go into the pavilion and have a chat." Li Qingxian said.

Dai Tie hesitated for a moment and nodded lightly.

The night enveloped the courtyard, and the cool breeze blew away the alcohol. The two of them sat in the pavilion, reminiscing about the past, and chatting about the past few years.

From a few words, Li Qingxian got the general idea.

Dai Tie's family became increasingly frustrated, and his relatives were no longer able to support him in his studies, so he could only earn money while studying.

He wanted to work in a yamen, so he submitted his name to many yamen, but nothing happened.

With his tenth grade status, it would not be difficult for him to find a home with a wealthy merchant, but if he were not careful, it would be very detrimental to his future growth.

"What did Mr. Lou say?" Li Qingxian asked.

A faint blush appeared on Dai Tie's face, and he sighed: "Last year he asked me to help him, but I refused. Now, he won't help me introduce him."

Only then did Li Qingxian understand.

Lou Yushan was not taken seriously in the past, but when he grew up, he tasted the benefits of power and resources, and made Dai Tie his subordinate to make up for his regrets.

Dai Tie is a serious scholar and has reached the tenth rank. There is no way he can work as an errand boy for Lou Yushan.

"In the past, I only knew that you were not sociable, and I never heard that you had ever offended Lou Yushan." Li Qingxian said.

Dai Tiedao: "It's not really offensive, we just don't like each other. He can't stand me, a commoner, stealing his limelight, and I can't stand him being a waste and not cherishing such a good family background. In fact, you can see that we The two have no ill intentions towards each other, they are just holding their breath..."

Dai Tie shook his head and changed the topic: "You are different from him. Mr. Gang Feng has forgotten his family for the sake of his country. You have suffered much more than people like Lou Yushan. If you don't talk about this, how are you doing at Night Guard?"

Li Qing chatted for a while, then started talking and said: "My father has a friend named Zhu Zimo, who works at Yushitai. When chatting that day, he mentioned that they were looking for some people who could do things, and he also said that recently The few people who have been crammed in are good people, but they are a bit bad at what they do. I happen to have his famous thorn in my hand. "

Dai Tie stared at Li Qingxian with wide eyes.

Li Qingxian smiled and looked at the lantern on the third floor of Zuixiangju.

After a while, Dai Tie gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "If Brother Li is willing to help introduce me, Dai Tie will remember it for five years and never change it in this life!"

Li Qingxian smiled and pushed down Dai Tie's hands and said, "You and I have been classmates for many years. If someone has a problem, we should help each other. It doesn't need to be so serious."

Dai Tie straightened his neck and said: "You and I don't have a close relationship, but we are willing to introduce you. How come such a great favor is not serious?"

Li Qingxian said: "Don't thank me yet. He just needs someone. For my sake, I will keep you for a few days. As for whether to keep you in the end, it depends on your own ability. You should understand that Yushitai is Where."

"I understand that Yushitai is the place I want to go to most." Dai Tiedao.

"Then I will write a letter and you can visit him with his name badge."

Li Qingxian moved his left hand and spread pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the stone table in the pavilion.

Dai Tie's face was full of shock, staring at Li Qingxian's bracelet, his lips trembling and speechless.

Li Qingxian picked up the pen and slowly finished writing a letter. With a wave of his right hand, magic power passed by and the ink dried.

Dai Tie's eyes widened. This magic power was actually much stronger than his tenth-grade literary spirit.

"you……"

Li Qingxian put the letter into the envelope, put the famous assassin on it, and said: "Find a day and go to the Yushitai with the famous assassin's letter."

Dai Tie was stunned for a while before he realized what he was doing. He stood up, took the letter of recommendation and the assassination with both hands, and bent down ninety degrees to bow.

"Brother Qingxian's support will be unforgettable to Dai Tie." Dai Tie's eyes were red. After all, he was a half-grown child. In the end, he couldn't help it anymore and turned his head away, his sleeves brushing his face.

Li Qingxian patted him on the shoulder and said: "You and I are both people who have gone through hardships. From now on in the court, we should help each other."

Dai Tie nodded vigorously and said: "After these few months of running around, I have learned the truth!"

"You and I are the same. After learning Chinese, we need to understand the meaning of the world."

Dai Tie nodded heavily.

The two chatted for a while, left each other's address, and then separated.

Li Qingxian returned to the Mingxuan Room after draining the water. Not long after, he left with everyone and returned to the Yewei Yamen in a carriage to sleep.

When he woke up, Li Qingxian saw that Room Jiajiu was empty, and Han Anbo's message was pressed down on the table with a yellow wooden paperweight.

In neat small capital letters, it was written that Han Anbo went to deal with the art business, and Yu Ping went home to see his parents. When he came back in the evening, if there was something urgent, he went to Huangji Tea House on Ya Street to find him.

"Gululu..."

With his stomach churning, Li Qingxian put on his ninth-grade regular clothes and walked towards Chunfeng Residence. However, the guard said that Zhou Chunfeng had left early.

I took a look at the table and saw that there were no snacks.

Li Qingxian shook his head, left Yewei Yamen, and walked into Xile Street, which he had not been to for many days.

The cries of the hawkers are heard, the food is fragrant, and the excitement is everywhere.

Li Qingxian had just entered the ninth level and was still growing. He bought fried cakes, rice rolls, rice dumplings, etc. along the way. He ate them in a few mouthfuls and enjoyed himself.

After finishing a bowl of fried liver, I took a few steps and the dirty "Zhang Ji" came into view.

Li Qingxian smiled slightly and strode over.

Captain Zheng only asked for mutton soup and was reluctant to part with the mutton soup, so he bought it and tried it himself.

After walking a few steps, people were sitting outside Zhangji Yangtang, with six or seven people surrounding each table.

Except for one table, there was only one person sitting there.

The man was wearing a brown-bottomed mottled brocade robe, and the white patch on his chest was not sewed with gold thread. He was a tenth-grade military attache and had an ordinary appearance. His left foot was on a stool, and his knees were high.