This time, Ah Shu took a deep breath. She propped her slender, white and slender hands under the bed, counting her heartbeats silently. After counting to five hundred, she carefully opened a corner of the bed curtain, first from under the bed. Glancing out, he slowly climbed out.
It was late at night, and the room was pitch black, only a thin layer of moonlight coming in from the window, which slightly brightened Ah Shu's sight. The white skirt on her body rubbed against the dirt under the bed, her hair was disheveled, and she looked a bit embarrassed, but her movements were exceptionally quick and silent, like a beautiful banshee.
A voice suddenly sounded in the empty room.
"What are you doing hiding under the bed?"
Ah Shu's heart thumped heavily, she turned her head suddenly, and looked towards the corner of the wall following the sound, only to realize that there was a person standing there at some point, as if he had been merged into the darkness, Ah Shu couldn't see for a while. To know his appearance, he can only vaguely see his hands folded in front of his chest by the edge of the moonlight, holding a straight sharp knife in his arms.
Ah Shu stood up slowly, and instinctively wanted to take a step back. She was a little afraid of this man for no apparent reason—even though his voice was calm and very kind, and the wrist hanging under his ribs looked as thin as a Asian beast.
The man raised his eyes in the darkness. Although Ah Shu couldn't see his face clearly, she keenly felt the light in those eyes.
The man asked, "Who are you? Why are you in the room of Luda... the supervisor?"
As he said so, he took a step forward.
Ah Shu quickly pressed against the wall, and when she came to her senses, she covered her chest with her hands, showing a panicked expression, and asked, "You... who are you? Why... why did you run into someone else's house in the middle of the night?"
"Tie a thin thread at the door, no one can see it, and it will break with a light touch," the man said slowly, and Ah Shu felt that his eyes were fixed on her thoughtfully, and at the same time, he followed the thread with his backhand. Go up to the door frame and touch it, "The thin wire is connected to a small bell in the room, and both ends are tied. Once the wire at one end is broken, the bell pinned to the other end will be pulled and bumped against the porch... Oh, is it this one?" ?”
He spread his hand, and there was a small bell in the slender and beautiful palm. With the man's movements, the small bell made a very thin sound, just like the "rustling sound" made by the leaves of some kind of plants when they were gently plucked. ", so thin that it almost melts into the wind.
"Ordinary people would not notice this sound even if they heard it. I heard that this is a common trick used by the dead when they sleep in the outskirts of the guest house." The man put the small bell on the side of the table and asked, "So, who are you?"
At this time, he walked into the place where the moonlight was shining, Ah Shu finally saw his face clearly, the words that had been brewing were suddenly stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word, she was dumbfounded After staring at the other party for a long time, he blurted out: "You... are you the Lord of Haizhu City?"
Chang An looked at her, and since he saw her crawling out from under the bed, he felt that this woman's beautiful face gave him an indescribably strange sense of familiarity.
Ah Shu's mind changed quickly, but there was a weeping expression on her face.
She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I... I know you, the governor... the governor told me about you..."
Chang An raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What did he say?"
"The governor keeps saying that he...he admires the city lord very much..." Ah Shu took a step back, her chin almost touching her chest, with a row of tears trembling on her eyelashes, her voice became softer , until the last few words were barely audible, Chang An couldn't help but take a step forward.
Ah Shu's hand suddenly moved.
However, at the next moment, Ah Shu suddenly exclaimed, Chang An did not bow his head, but accurately grasped her snake-like wrist, squeezed so hard that her fingers went numb, and the object in her palm fell from between fingers with a "snap".
It was a long and thin iron thorn, the finger length of an adult, less than half an inch wide, with a blade on one side, and an extremely thin thorn at the tip, extremely thin and light.
Chang An looked down, stepped on the small iron thorn with his shoe, raised his eyes and looked into A Shu's eyes: "The stinging thorn, even the hands of women and children, can hide it, but you have to be very careful." , because if a little bit of skin is rubbed off by it, it will hit the blade and the sharp point... Sometimes it is a strong drug, and there is also a strong poison. Why do you say that all the medicines for curing diseases take effect so slowly, and the fatal ones can see blood instead? What about sealing the throat?"
Ah Shu was taken aback. She had never heard of anything related to the city lord in the dead guest circle, so she couldn't help showing her originality, and stared at Chang'an coldly: "How do you know?"
Chang'an was silent—he had suffered more "loses" than anyone else from the dead guest's little tricks.
As soon as Ah Shu's eyes rolled, her eyes were full of calmness and slyness, and she suddenly "lived", seeming to be much more touching than when she was pretending to be pitiful, and then Ah Shu revealed that she was as white as snow He raised his hands up and spread them calmly in front of Chang An, and said bluntly: "I heard that the city lord's sword is unrivaled in the world, and I can't even get the 'mad hook' off, so I won't make a fool of myself in front of the master, so as not to offend others." People joke, you take me."
Chang'an didn't move.
Ah Shu laughed silently, her eyes were seven points like Chang An's, except that when she laughed, her shape was out of shape, the corners of her eyes curved out in a variety of ways, as if they had small hooks to attract people.
"Don't take me? Then...or you kill me?"
She breathed lightly, and looked up at Chang An almost provocatively, but Chang An still didn't move.
"Kill me, the governor will probably be in pain, and will hate you for the rest of his life. If you take me, the city lord must be careful, don't be seen by those who care, especially the king..." A Shu raised her finger pointingly, in She painted lightly on her eyes, then she sighed pretentiously, and said coquettishly, "I heard that the master-student relationship between the city lord and the cavalry commander began in the year of the Great Frozen Year. I am a little woman, I always like to think wildly, and I always feel that although the city lord looks cold, but in his heart he values friendship, what do you think?"
Chang An grabbed her by the neck and grabbed her.
When no one was around in the middle of the night, Qing Liang was sleeping soundly, when the door was suddenly pushed open.
Qingliang didn't know what he was thinking all day long, and it was common for him to forget to lock the door in the middle of the night, but even though he was the son of the former leader of the Jushan tribe, now he has nothing but a yard of herbs, so he doesn't worry about it A thief came in to steal something.
Ever since he became an orc, Qingliang's eyes and ears have become more sensitive. As soon as the door slammed, he was startled, but he didn't have any sense of vigilance. His first reaction when he was startled was not to get up and see what happened. Instead, he turned over and covered his head and continued to sleep.
…until someone was stuck to his neck with an iron handle.
Qingliang was shocked for a moment, sat up suddenly, and looked at Chang An standing on the head of his bed in surprise, his mind was still dazed, he thought he was dreaming, staring at Chang An dumbfoundedly with a pair of bull's eyes, even saying hello Didn't hit either.
Fortunately, Chang'an knew what kind of virtuous person he was, so he didn't mind, bent down and said to Qingliang in a low voice: "You have a cellar for storing herbs, don't you?"
Qing Liang nodded foolishly.
Chang'an said, "Use it for me, is there a lock?"
Qing Liang nodded, then shook his head again: "There are... some rusty ones."
Chang An sighed: "Forget it, I'll change the lock for you, and I'll hand over the key to you later."
After saying this, Qing Liang saw Chang An walk to the door, bent down, and mentioned a "thing". He took a closer look and was almost taken aback. people!
Qing Liang shook his head violently, rolled down from the bed, and followed Chang An all the way to the cellar dug out of the ground like a thief, his mind began to ponder uncontrollably—this Who is Pretty Woman? Why did the city lord hide her? Bought or snatched
By the time he walked into the cellar, Qing Liang had already started to think about it with entanglement—whether the king was sorry for the city lord, and the city lord took revenge after Dong Chuang's incident happened, or the city lord was sorry for the king and wanted to keep people in him secretly.
Just when Qingliang was struggling endlessly between morality and love, Chang'an had already used three or four iron chains to firmly trap the woman in place. The place to move is only two feet square.
Then Chang An took off the gag from the woman, squatted down, and a small knife for exercising his fingers fluttered between his fingers.
Ah Shu was not noisy, but just looked at him with confidence and a smile, as if she believed that he was just a man who looked fierce, but was actually soft-hearted and affectionate.
But Chang An raised his hand, pinched her chin, and took off her chin in an instant. Then, with a flash of the knife, he picked out a piece of soft meat and threw it on the ground. Ah Shu's tongue was cut out suddenly, and she fell on her back, struggling on the ground as if she was dying, with a muffled sound coming from her throat, Qing Liang was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.
Chang An ignored him, just squatted on the side calmly, watching the woman's pain with cold eyes, then seemed to remember something, and asked, "Can you write?"
Of course Ah Shu couldn't answer.
Chang An thought for a while, nodded himself and said, "Probably he should be able to write, otherwise how would he pass the news to your master?"
After finishing speaking, he raised the knife and cut off Ah Shu's tendon cleanly: "I probably won't be able to write this time."
"Stop her bleeding, don't let her die." Chang'an said to the stunned Qing Liang, "Also, she is a spy sent by someone from outside the city... Tonight, the city was secretly sealed off to search for people, and I found it from Lu Da's house. Yes, you... show me someone."
After finishing speaking, Chang An took a deep look at Qing Liang, wiped the bloody knife on the wall twice casually, turned around and walked out: "I will leave Wangcheng in two days, please don't let anyone else care about this person." Accidentally anyone knows."