Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Yingge's martial arts are good, and Hu Ji once dared to fight Yang Ming head-on. Although she was just a character who was killed instantly with one move, she still has martial arts skills. But even if both girls have practiced martial arts since childhood, some things will eventually happen. It's something a woman can't do.

Such as carrying things.

Although the house can be rented, and things like tables, cabinets, and mats are also given by the previous landlord, things like beds can only be selected by Yingge and Hu Ji.

The bed of this era was a very complex piece of furniture, and it was by no means something that could be solved by putting a few wooden boards together and adding four legs.

In the master bedroom, Yingge and Hu Ji were squatting aside carefully, waiting for Yang Ming's instructions at any time. At this time, Yang Ming was sweating profusely and using pieces of wood to assemble the bed that could barely be seen in outline. .

This bed seemed to be a bit complicated, at least more complicated than Yang Ming expected. His hands that could open monuments and crack stones couldn't help but tremble a little at this moment.

Who would have known that people in this era would have started selling such modular beds. However, when thinking about the black technology of the Mohist and Gongshu family, it seems natural that such complicated modular beds would appear. .

However, this is difficult for Yang Ming. In his previous life, his hands-on ability was not very good. Although his hands-on ability has been greatly improved in this life, the improvement is limited to fighting or killing people. In terms of assembling beds, , but there was no improvement at all.

Yang Ming pressed a wooden board wrongly again and couldn't help complaining: "Yingge, what kind of bed did you buy?"

"Master, I don't know either." Ying Ge, who was squatting on the ground, raised his head and stared at his innocent and simple eyes.

"I don't know why you still buy it?" Yang Ming, who was almost losing his patience after being tortured, said angrily.

"But I know this bed is the best." Ying Ge said innocently.

"How do you know if it's good?" Yang Ming took a bed plank from Hu Ji's hand again and said.

"Because it's expensive, and the expensive one must be good." Ying Ge seems to be just an innocent maid now. The night killer who designed to kill Yang Ming has disappeared.

"Expensive? Is this your excuse? Stop pretending and do it yourself." Frustrated again, Yang Ming simply gave up his struggle and walked away from the bed where he only had time to form four legs.

"Yingge is willing to relieve the master's worries." Yingge said, stood up, and squeezed past Yang Ming to the bed.

Yingge did not pick up the bed board immediately, but slowly put his hand into his arms. Under Yang Ming's stunned gaze, he took out a piece of plain silk from the folds of clothes on his chest, and then He bent down and slowly spread the plain silk on the bed.

Yang Ming looked at it attentively and saw diagrams showing the deconstruction of the bed. Thinking of his embarrassment just now, Yang Ming subconsciously opened his mouth, and a fact was clearly laid out in front of him. He was attracted by this seemingly The maid of 'Zhongliang' was deceived.

"You..." Yang Ming pointed at the piece of silk, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Master, after coming to Xianyang, your vigilance has been reduced a lot." Yingge, who was constantly testing Yang Ming's bottom line, struck preemptively.

"You're right, it's my problem. I've been too comfortable recently." Yang Ming sighed.

After being away from danger, have you indulged yourself too much? Yang Ming thought in his heart and began to recall his experiences during the period after he and Zi Nu separated.

Ying Ge, who bent down and followed the steps in the diagram to assemble the bed, hadn't heard Yang Ming's voice for a long time and subconsciously turned his head, only to see Yang Ming staring straight ahead in a daze, wondering what he was thinking. .

Yingge's head followed Yang Ming's line of sight and saw the curve of her back. Among the almost perfect curves of her back, the point where Yang Ming's line of sight fell seemed to be...

Ying Ge, who suddenly realized something, quickly turned his gaze. The two legs that were slightly bent because he bent down subconsciously came together. It seemed that an arrow had been hit there, and his heart was beating uncontrollably. got up.

Yang Ming, this name did not cause much trouble when it first appeared in front of Yingge. He was just a fish that slipped through the net in the night mission. If it were not for the snow girl, a top night killer like her would not be able to do it at all. He went to Yanmen County to wait and see, waiting for Yang Ming and Xue Nu to fall into the trap.

Before that, she just regarded Yang Ming as an ordinary target in her countless missions, but one that became a little troublesome due to some unexpected factors.

But when she and the Night Killer waited at Sima's house for two 'rabbits' to come to her door, she was shocked to find that they were not the 'rabbits' she was waiting for at all, but tigers grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

A team of killers was nearly wiped out, and in the end only one person escaped with serious injuries. Even she herself was seriously injured and was thrown into Yanmen's death row.

In that death row where the sun never shines, she held on to her desire for life, endured severe pain and a desperate environment, and struggled hard. In despair, just when she was about to give up her life, Yang Ming appeared in front of her again. In the darkness, he stretched out his palm to her and pulled her into the light.

No one knew that when Yingge was about to face death, the moment he held Yang Ming's hand and felt the warmth, it meant much to Yingge.

Yingge didn't have much resistance to becoming Yang Ming's maid. She was a killer and had never seen anything. Especially after seeing the relationship between Yang Ming and Zi Nu, Yingge felt a long-lost feeling. of envy.

After arriving in Xianyang, less than half a month had passed, but during this half-month, Ying Ge experienced a brand new life, a life that she had longed for when she was a child. .

Especially that night, she was unconsciously immersed in the story told by Yang Ming. In her mind, the once terrifying memories were undergoing transformation.

This transformation made her look forward to it, but it also frightened her.

And just now was her test of Yang Ming.

Fortunately... thinking of this, a faint blush appeared on Ying Ge's cheeks.

I just can't resist, the maid will take that path anyway. Ying Ge thought, but the wooden board in his hand accidentally fell down and hit his foot.

A cry of pain was followed by a malicious laugh.

As the evening approached, the small courtyard belonging to Yang Ming was almost fully decorated. Yang Ming was sitting in the courtyard sipping hot tea, Hu Ji was stewing mutton in the kitchen, and Ying Ge was standing under the eaves, raising a I want to hang a bunch of bells on the eaves.

Looking at Ying Ge, who was trying hard to reach her but couldn't reach her, Yang Ming also smiled. Ying Ge said that he had relaxed his vigilance after coming to Xianyang, and this female killer had forgotten her past.

What was once a matter that could be solved easily, now Yingge is struggling so hard to grab the hook under the eaves. Is this kind of life a good thing or a bad thing?

Born in sorrow and died in happiness? Yang Ming didn't want to think about it anymore, so he simply put down the teacup in his hand and walked towards Ying Ge.

When Yingge exclaimed, Yang Ming directly hugged her legs and lifted her up: "It can be hung up now."

"Ah?" A weightless parrot song shook his arms, causing the bell in his hand to make a chaotic and sweet ringing sound, just like the parrot song now.

Lowering his head and glancing at Yang Ming, Yingge quickly hung the bell in his hand under the eaves, then pulled off the ribbon in his hair and tied a slip knot on the hook.

"Master, you can put me down now." Yingge, who only felt the heat on her thighs covered by Yang Ming's palms, tried her best to say calmly.

"Then you have to be steady and don't fall." Yang Ming said, slowly putting Ying Ge down.

The moment Yingge's feet touched the ground, she staggered slightly. She was nervous and quickly grabbed Yang Ming's arm, her hairpins swaying, just like her mood at this time.

"You are looking more and more like a maid now." Yang Ming looked at the panicked Ying Ge and said in an inexplicable tone.

"Yingge was originally a maid." Yingge said.

While the two were talking, Hu Ji had already walked out of the kitchen with the food.

This Hu girl's cooking skills are pretty good, but this is only based on her identity as a Hu person. Although she is said to be good, it is actually just a plate of barbecue, a pot of stewed soft mutton and a few bowls of corn rice.

"Today is a good day. Come, have a drink." Yang Ming, who was sitting around the stone table in the courtyard, poured out three glasses of wine and said.

"The first drink is for moving into a new home." Ying Ge took the wine glass with both hands and said.

The Hu Ji next to her reacted a little before taking the glass. She was a Hu girl who was not very good at foreign languages.

As the first glass of wine was finished, Yingge had already picked up the wine glass and refilled it for the three of them.

At this time, it was Yang Ming's turn to raise his glass: "This second glass of wine is to celebrate your master for getting a small official position."

"Master has become an official? What official position?" Yingge said in surprise. She, who had completely led herself into the role of a maid, could not hide her surprise when facing a small official position. Even the Korean bureaucrat who had died in her hands could not hide her surprise. Not less.

"Captain Ganquan Palace." Yang Ming said.

"That's what we need to celebrate properly." Ying Ge said with his lips.

Hu Ji on the side was smarter this time. Although she couldn't understand the words, her eyes could follow them.

"This third glass of wine?" Yang Ming, who was aroused by the alcohol, poured out a third glass of wine for the three of him.

"What's the name of the third glass of wine?" Yingge asked equally eagerly.

"This third glass of wine..." Yang Ming pondered, his eyes passing over the faces of Ying Ge and Hu Ji.

Amidst Yingge's expectations and Hu Ji's confusion, Yang Ming said: "For our Hu Ji."

"For our Hu Ji." Ying Ge was a little disappointed, but still raised his glass.

Hu Ji also imitated Yang Ming and Ying Ge and raised the glass to her lips. Just when she was about to drink the wine, two glimmers of light suddenly flashed in Hu Ji's confused eyes, which looked a little stiff. In his accent: "How does the master know my birthday today?"

Um?

Um?

Both eyes glanced at Hu Ji.

"Hu Ji, is it your birthday? How old are you this year?" Ying Ge asked.

Hu Ji thought about it and seemed to be translating Ying Ge's question into Hu language, and then translated the Hu language into a language that Yang Ming and Ying Ge could understand. After a while, Hu Ji said: "Fourteen years old."

"Fourteen years old?" After hearing this number, Yang Ming looked at Hu Ji subconsciously. Even though she had changed out of the narrow-shouldered and low-cut Hu Ji she once wore, her tall and proud figure was still not what a wide skirt could match. All covered.

Is it possible that such a Hu girl, who almost puts adult women to shame, said that she had only celebrated her fourteenth birthday?

Is this fourteen years old? It's not too much to say that you are eighteen years old, right?

Yang Ming looked at Hu Ji, and many pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.

Under Yang Ming's gaze, Hu Ji couldn't help lowering her head. With her movements, she made the height in front of her appear even more domineering. That high arch and that fair face made her look even more domineering. Their faces are intertwined. There are only a few women who can do such a difficult action.

Could it be that Hu Nu, who has been drinking milk and eating meat since she was a child, is really so domineering? Yang Ming thought strangely.