"He has been soft-hearted since he was a child, and he is extremely passionate." This man is actually an old acquaintance - Hua Yi's good second brother, Jing Chu, who killed his father and brother back then.
While speaking, he leaned over to pour a glass of water for himself and the person beside him, the person hurriedly took a step back, bowed his head and dared not say anything, and raised his hands above his head before holding them.
The tent was deserted and deserted, with no women, no slaves, not even the animal skins, brocades, jewelry, gold and silver, etc. that were used to decorate ordinary noble homes. A clean table, with several fruits of different sizes placed on it, and behind it is a screen, revealing a couch that is also clean and tidy.
"Sit." Jing Chu said softly, pouring half-cold lukewarm water into his mouth absent-mindedly, seemed to be dazed for a while, and then continued in a low voice, "When he was young, he treated people so well that he called me an elder brother." I can't bear to look at it, it looks like a person made of dough."
The subordinate only dared to sweep one side of the chair, and did not dare to sit down. He looked respectful and said, "Now that the fourth young master has become the king of the East China Sea and swept across the eastern half of the continent, he must have become ruthless."
Jing Chu gave him a sideways look, and said with a smile: "His hands may be hot, but his heart is not necessarily cruel. Don't worry, even if I haven't seen him for twenty years, I still understand him. He is a man who worries too much. Now After fleeing in a hurry, he has been a dead guest for ten years. Although it is not what it used to be, but his heart is not strong enough. Naturally, his original sentimentality will become suspicious. You can't trust others. You see, the twenty cities in the East China Sea can't be lost now. Hua Yi thinks he is good at checks and balances, but that is just the behavior of sticking to the old rules and guarding the old department. How did he know that a generation of peerless heroes who opened up the territory did not do this. "
The subordinate hurriedly said: "Yes, the leader has a high opinion."
Jing Chu waved his hands, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands in a small basin, and said, "It's getting late, ask someone to bring Xiaomei to sleep with me, I just saw that the child was sleepy, don't let him sleep." His brothers quarreled with him."
The subordinate said "yes", then hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "The leader..."
Jing Chu raised his eyelids and said "Yes", only to hear the man continue: "The leader is upright, which is admirable, but the young masters are still young, there must be a mistress in the tent."
Jing Chu's movement of wiping his hands paused for a moment. He married three women back and forth, but I don't know if he had robbed his wife or what, these three women all died of childbirth, and each left him a son, and died as if he had completed his mission, coincidentally scary.
In addition, the leader in his prime of life seemed not to be a womanizer, and his life was as simple as an old man who was practicing penance.
"Will all your women sincerely take care of children who are not their own?" Jing Chu's eyes swept over, and nothing happened. The subordinate felt as if a poisonous snake had watched over, and couldn't help but slapped him firmly. Shihan, after hearing his question, couldn't say anything else, just listened to Jing Chu continue, "As a father, I can take care of them, why should I ask outsiders to take care of my tent? Great Elder What else did you say to me?"
The man muttered: "The Great Elder also said that today's businessmen who come and go on weekdays took advantage of the festival to send a few dancers, all of whom are top-notch beauties, and asked the leader to take the lead, otherwise the people below would not dare to look at them." Hands on."
Jing Chu sneered lowly, waved his hands and said, "Tell that old man endlessly that I'm not that interested, so you can do it yourself."
The man withdrew from Jingchu's tent in fear, feeling that this leader was even more incomprehensible.
He doesn't like food, wine, or even beauties, he doesn't like to enjoy himself, and he doesn't like to put on a show. Seeing that the three children are still young, he still cares a little about his own flesh and blood who are babbling, but The feelings are probably very limited—otherwise, how could he be cruel enough to keep his sons and leave his mother, and let his own sons who are so young lose their mothers while they are still breastfeeding
He is able to fight, is ruthless, diligent and self-restraining, apart from being a sub-beast, Jing Chu is simply perfect.
It's so perfect that people can't help but think about it, and when they think about it for a while, they can't help but feel creepy.
This creepy "perfect man" really saw through Hua Yi's heart.
The assassin was dealt with by the two of them in just a few moments. Originally restraining one person, he wanted to take him back for interrogation, but after walking two steps away, that person fell down with a bang, without breath, he was actually dead.
Assassins are all familiar faces, and this time there is no proof of death.
When something like this happened in the royal city during the autumn hunting festival, Hua Yi suppressed his anger calmly, without disturbing the celebrating people, he went back to the king's account secretly, and told the city defense to investigate carefully. It didn't take much time for him to know. What happened near the tower in the morning.
Huayi's temples twitched violently a few times.
When Yuchun and his son joined, Huayi already had two cities in his hands, and they brought a tribe of seventy or eighty people to submit to them.
So they retaliated against Chang'an for what happened in the morning
No, it shouldn't be that simple. Chang'an patrolled the city all day and nothing happened, but when he took off his sword and was with him in the evening, he encountered an assassin, obviously not just targeting him alone. So... Could it be that Yuchun and his son had an affair
Hua Yi was sitting in the king's tent by the light of the night pearl in the sea, propping his head with one hand, his shadow was dragged long on the wall, motionless, his handsome face was like a moody and supreme god in ancient legends, fingers He tapped the small table lightly.
Yuchun is an idiot, but his father is scheming and calculating. If he really has other intentions, wouldn't it be too stupid to recruit such two assassins
Thinking about this level, Hua Yi's thoughts quickly changed - did someone intentionally frame them
Who would deliberately frame them
A name is almost ready to come out—there are only seven elder positions in the royal city, and they are all filled now. Who can't wait to return to the elder position
Kazuo, it can only be Kazuo.
In the evening, the words Chang An casually said suddenly flashed in Hua Yi's mind.
"I ran into Kazuo on the road after changing shifts, and took me to drink a few sips, probably because I was suffering from suffocation, and wanted to intercede with you."
So about this matter... Does Changan know about it
Did he say that on purpose or not
Thinking of this, Hua Yi couldn't help being upset.
He turned around a few times in the same place, repeatedly wanted to turn around and go back to the inner room to ask Chang An to ask him, stood up and sat back, after a while, he suddenly raised his hand to call someone in, and faced the people who were waiting to listen to his orders. The guard almost blurted out the sentence "Go and find out who the city lord has come into contact with in the past few days."
... and swallowed it back vigorously.
The guard was inexplicably called in by him, and inexplicably saw that Hua Yi just stared at the table blankly for a while, then waved him to back out.
Hua Yi hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind, got up and went back to the inner room.
Chang'an left a lamp for him, but he didn't seem to worry about it all night, and fell asleep without worrying about it. There were a lot of people in the thin tent, Hua Yi gently opened the tent, and saw that Chang An only occupied half of the bed, even the quilt was mostly empty, his hair was loose, not tangled, neatly It was wrapped around his neck and hung on his bare chest, only a little hair was curled on the empty pillow, which made his face look softer.
His arms were lean but powerful, with delicate and firm muscles and some protruding bones involved, lying flat there, as if waiting for someone to lie in his arms.
Hua Yi stared blankly at him for a while, bent down and took Chang An's hand, shook it gently, and woke him up in this way without saying a word.
If you lie to me too, if you also plot against me...you will be rich all over the world, and I am alone, what's the fun
"Tell me the truth," Hua Yi bent down as if resigned to his fate, the expression on his face showed a kind of exhaustion where others could not see, he closed his eyes, and stuck to the side of Chang'an's face , almost murmuring with him, "Chang'an, tell me the truth..."
Chang'an's eyes, which were originally opened with a slit, suddenly became clear. Hua Yi pressed his wrist and pressed him firmly into the quilt, and he couldn't break free for a while.
"what?"
Hua Yi took a deep breath and was speechless for a while.
Chang An held his hand instead, and turned his head. The person who was very close to him had a dejected look on his face, and he couldn't help asking: "Did you eat something to hold on again, and remembered something inexplicable?" ?”
His words hit the nail on the head, and Hua Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.
After a while, Hua Yi let go of Chang'an, sat up straight, looked into his eyes and asked, "Tell me the truth, what happened at the edge of the tower this morning? Did Kazuo talk to you alone?" What happened, tonight... the assassin tonight, have you heard any rumors?"
Was what happened on the tower this morning an accident or did you do it on purpose? Did the assassin frame Kazuo for the position of elder? Did you plot against me with him
The meaning of Hua Yi's question was straightforward, but he was too careful. He was a bit tactful when he said it, so that Chang An didn't realize it for a while, and stared at him for a long time, and there was a needle in the room. The sound of landing can be heard.
Suddenly, Chang An's expression changed, he grabbed the clothes beside the pillow and put them on his body, pointed to the door and said coldly, "Get out."
Seeing his reaction, Hua Yi already understood in his heart that most of the matter had nothing to do with him at all, so he immediately let go of his entanglement. His nature is like this, to ask him directly, it is already as difficult as a knife to scratch his heart... However, it is not like this, so that he can frankly not leave a little gap between himself and Chang'an, even if it is called It's better for that person to get angry with himself than to have doubts, temptations, and precautions in daily life, until no matter how deep the relationship is, it can't be redeemed.
Instead of retreating, Hua Yi took a step forward, gently pulled up a corner of the quilt, lowered his brows, and said in a low voice: "I'll get out immediately, you...you should lie down, Qiuliang, your heart hurts easily..."
His words came to an abrupt end, because a half knife with a single edge stabbed straight at his chin, and the coldness of the blade spread over Hua Yi's skin.
Chang An lowered his eyes, his face could not be seen to be happy or angry, but it was already blue and white, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and he sent him a word like gold: "Get out."
Hua Yi took a deep look at him, and went out in silence.
Chang An sat stiffly for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, as if a very dangerous thread was pulled at the tip of his heart, like a needle prick, and the pain followed the heartbeat.
This bastard Hua Yi was almost mad at him.