"Your Highness, run away!"
"What?" King Xile was still ignorant, but was staggered by Dai Shengyan and almost lost his footing.
The assassin walked over slowly, the knife in his hand slashed through the brick wall, bursting out sparks and making a sour sound.
"You you you... Who are you!" King Joy pointed at the assassin, his voice trembling.
The assassin didn't speak, only giggled. The laughter was very low, it seemed to be pressed hard, and it could only escape from the throat, but the surrounding air seemed to be laughing along with it, layer upon layer, one after another, and both King Joy and Dai Shengyan felt their scalps go numb.
The King of Joy ran hurriedly, with Dai Shengyan following behind him.
The two turned several corners, and the laughter gradually faded away, until they could no longer be heard, and the two dared to stop and leaned against the wall at the corner to take a breath.
"Is that a man or a ghost?" King Joy gasped against the wall.
Dai Shengyan cautiously stuck his head out to see if the assassin was catching up. The lights were dim, and the end was pitch black, as if the assassin would come out with a knife in the next moment.
He turned his head back and said, "There is no ghost, it must be someone else. We didn't pay attention when we ran. We are far away from the palace. Now go to the yamen to find someone for help."
"Extremely true," King Joy struggled to stand up, "it's just that this king is out of strength, let this king rest for a while."
King Joy bowed his head and suddenly stopped.
Seeing him stunned, Dai Shengyan asked, "What's wrong?"
King Joy pointed to the ground with trembling hands, and said with a weeping voice, "Look, are there three human heads in the shadows on this ground?"
Dai Shengyan looked at the ground, there was a huge black shadow on the ground, that was the shadow of King Joy, and a thin and dry shadow, which was his own, but there was a smaller head between the two, as if It looks like it grows on their shoulders.
The two slowly raised their heads, facing an expressionless face.
The face looked at them, grinning very slowly, revealing white teeth.
"Ahhhh!!"
King Joy and Dai Shengyan were so frightened that they crawled out of the tree.
The assassin flipped off the wall, landed firmly on the ground, raised his face, and gave a malicious smile.
"Seven-leaf Garan Garuda, send His Highness to bliss."
His voice was low and indistinguishable, like a ghost whispering on the ancient wasteland, hoarse and clear, as if it sounded in the distance, and it seemed to ring in the ear.
It was dark all around, and there were a few lanterns hanging on the walls. The assassin named Garuda approached step by step, like a ghost dormant in the darkness.
One step, two steps, three steps.
"Don't come here! Don't come here!" Dai Shengyan and King Joy retreated in unison.
Garuda walked to the edge of darkness, and his shoulders were exposed to the moonlight. He was dressed in black, and his figure was as tall and straight as a crane. The moment the darkness faded to the edge of his cheeks, the dazzling light of the sword flashed quickly, and the black shadow was like an owl passing between Dai Shengyan and King Joy. At that moment, the two seemed to hear the soft sound of water waves. Warm stickiness on the face.
Dai Shengyan turned around, and out of the corner of his eyes, he first glanced at the cold long sword, with the small seal of "Cross Wave" engraved on the blade. Moving his gaze up, he saw the horrified face of King Joy, and the dazzling bright red between his neck.
Blood splattered on his cheeks.
In front of him, Garuda smiled wickedly as usual, the corners of his lips stained with bright blood, showing a cruel beauty.
Dai Shengyan took two steps back in panic.
Only then did he see Garuda's appearance clearly. It was a beautiful woman, but her brows and feet were too sharp, adding a three-point killing air to her face. Her beauty with the ruggedness of a leopard made him tremble.
A decision was made in his mind almost instantly, Dai Shengyan held his breath, stepped forward desperately, drew his sword from the side of the corpse, and stabbed Garuda.
This is a long sword inlaid with gems and jewels. The body of the sword is white and translucent, and it can illuminate a clear figure, which is very in line with the style of King Joy. But as soon as Dai Shengyan pulled it out, he knew that he would die, because the sword had not been edged. Even though he had practiced swordsmanship, and even though he was determined to be a master, he was never wasted, but at this moment, even if he had outstanding swordsmanship, it was in vain.
But, so what.
With all his strength, he stabbed it forward like a moth to a flame.
Even if there is only one chance of survival, we must fight for him!
Shaking off the jewels, in an instant, the sword light was like frost and snow, piercing the dark night. Garuda raised his long eyebrows, the blade met the sword's edge, and his wrist turned slightly. The blade like a fish in water slid across the blade and reached Dai Shengyan's wrist, drawing a long, shallow bloodstain.
Dai Shengyan's wrist hurt, and the sword fell to the ground with a bang.
"Do you scholars like to court death?" Garuda laughed mockingly.
Dai Shengyan closed his eyes and sighed: "The old man's skills are not as good as others, so please do it."
Garuda patted Dai Shengyan's cheek with a knife and said, "Sir, don't you beg for mercy? You can say that you are old and young, and there are hundreds of people waiting for you to feed, I may ... well, I won't let you go."
Dai Shengyan laughed dryly twice, as a way of cheering her joke, and then said, "Before I die, I have one more thing to ask. Why did your Excellency assassinate the prince?"
Garuda rubbed his chin, sighed, and said, "It's not that I can't talk about this." She kicked the fat corpse of King Xile, "This son of a bitch goes to the street when he's full and has nothing to do. Robbery of women, with Jiangzhou City as the center, all the beautiful girls from a radius of hundreds of miles have come to this palace. Women sell themselves as slaves, men can’t find good wives, men are angry with women, but they will be hated. ?"
Dai Shengyan sighed: "The world is not fair, and it is unfair if you kill people. Although he is extravagant, he has never killed anyone. What your Excellency has done is not for the sake of heaven, but to violate the prohibition by force."
"Doing the Tao for the sky?" Jialou Luo was delighted, "I have received money to come here, not for the heaven, but for the money."
Dai Shengyan: "…"
"However, is murder a heinous crime? Since he can use beauty as a plaything, I will use human life as an ant. What's the injustice? Haven't you heard that heaven and earth are inhumane, and everything is a dog?" She looked down at King Joy's The corpse, like a statue in a temple, lowered its eyes, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were silent and ruthless.
Dai Shengyan suddenly understood, he straightened his clothes in front of the shadow, closed his eyes and slaughtered his neck: "Please."
He stretched his neck like an old duck whose head was pulled by someone. He was so thin that he could not support his dignified and dignified robe with long sleeves. Stick, somewhat funny.
Garuda laughed again, the coldness in his eyes disappeared suddenly, and said: "Hey, actually, this matter is not non-negotiable, I just have something I want to ask you for a favor. ."
Dai Shengyan said, "This old man doesn't do anything that hurts the world."
Garuda said: "I know, that's what happened. I was confused for a while and accidentally gave birth to a baby."
When she said this, she seemed to be saying that she accidentally picked up a puppy on the side of the road, and she was not very happy. Dai Shengyan's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.
"I haven't read any books, and I have no ink in my stomach. After thinking about it for several months, I can't come up with a good name. I heard that you are a great scholar in the world. Master Confucius counts down, Mencius, Zhuzi and then you. ." Garuda took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Dai Shengyan, "This is my son's birthday, you can take a look at it, calculate the yin and yang gossip, gold, wood, water, fire, soil, etc., choose a good name, and I will I'll let you go. I have always respected scholars, and you think it's a good deal."
Dai Shengyan shook his head: "For the time being, I don't know the five elements and gossip. Your Excellency is a bandit and I am an official. Even if Your Excellency spares my life, I will have to stick your portrait on the city wall tomorrow. ."
"I said, why are you so brainless? Oh, forget it, just post it on the bar, you just want to catch me with the bastards of your government?" Garuda shoved the birth date into Dai Shengyan's hand. , poked his shoulder with a knife, "Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry."
Dai Shengyan let out a deep breath, suppressing the complicated emotions that were indescribable in his heart.
Garuda is cruel and indifferent when he kills people, and he is condescending when he doesn't kill people. Dai Shengyan has lived for so long, and he has never seen such a person before.
Maybe those people who are rolling in the sea of blood and corpses are more or less perverted...
He glanced at the yellow paper in his hand, and caught a glimpse of the "horizontal wave" on his shoulder. Dai Shengyan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you choose a single name 'Lian', 'the situation is across the green fields, the shadow falls It's a perfect match for your sword name."
"'The shadow falls across the waves'," Jialou Luo recited several times, and a satisfied smile evoked on her lips. There was an irresistible evil in her eyes, which made this kind smile appear a little bit too. The child was so bad, Dai Shengyan covered his throbbing heart and shrank back.
"Not bad, that's it, thank you!"
Garuda put away the knife and waved his hand as he walked. Dai Shengyan stood there, watching the assassin disappear into the darkness.
Since then, he has never seen the assassin again. But "Garuro" has already gained fame and is the most wanted criminal in the government. However, in the past twelve years, no one has known her whereabouts, only that where she went, someone must be killed by the transverse wave.
The transverse wave knife has become the first sharp blade of Qiye Garan. When people talk about Qiye Garan, no one knows Garuda.
Xie Jinglan felt chills all over, not because he was surprised by this "Garuru", but because of the name that Dai Shengyan took personally - "Lin".
He recalled Xia Houlin's daggers and sleeve arrows, as well as the unreliable but skilled mother Xia Houlin said. Terrible thoughts came to his heart, and his hands and feet were cold because of his own thoughts.
It's not that he hasn't heard the rumors of the Galan assassin. After all, assassins are used in the streets to scare children, and he was once frightened by Aunt Lan. It's just that he thought that these things only existed in the gossip and gossip of the three aunts and six grandmothers, or in the babble of reciting lyrics on the stage.
Unexpectedly, the real assassin was by his side.
Assassin and Xia Houlin alternated in his mind for a long time, but he just couldn't merge into one. He believed that Xia Houlin was a beggar who walked the streets, a glib thief, and a wild child running wild in the mountains, but he couldn't believe it anyway, that Xia Houlin was an assassin who would kill without blinking an eye.
He thought of Xia Houlin's trembling days when he didn't do his job, catching birds, dogs, and cats, and Xia Houlin's drooling sleep. He thought with a little mixed feelings, if assassins were all assholes as Xia Houlin, then these seven Ye Jialan seems to have nothing to fear.
People in the government really eat dry rice.
Dai Shengyan didn't notice Xie Jinglan's strangeness, looked up at the cloudy mountains and rivers outside the window, and sighed vaguely.
A servant hurried in and said to Xie Jinglan, "Third Young Master, Xia Houlin fell from climbing the house and got a thorn in his shoulder, and was sent back to the mansion just now."
Xie Jinglan stood up and said, "What did you say!"
He hurried back to Qiuwu Courtyard, pushed open the door of the wing room, and saw Xiahou groaning on the bed, with bandages wrapped around his shoulders, and half of his body was wrapped in bandages. There were also splotches of blood on it.
Seeing that he still had the strength to hum, he felt relieved for the most part. He sat on the edge of the kang and said with some schadenfreude, "Why didn't you drop your head? I'll see if you dare to climb over the wall next time."
Before the doctor left, Xie Jinglan turned her head and carefully inquired about the doctor Xia Houlin's injury, confirming that there was no serious problem as long as she rested, so Aunt Lan led the doctor out the door.
"It's fortunate that the housekeeper has a good heart and invited a famous doctor from Miaoshantang. Otherwise, your status and the young master are not favored. How can I give you a good doctor? Maybe the root of the disease will fall." Lian Xiang said aside.
Xia Houlin was in a hurry to tell Xie Jinglan what he had seen and heard. He didn't listen to Lianxiang's words carefully. He struggled forward and grabbed Xie Jinglan's hand.
Lianxiang scolded: "What are you doing, be careful the wound is cracked."
"Master," Xia Houlin said, "I overheard a few thieves coveting the property of the house when I was wandering outside, and they seemed to be trying to make money and kill their lives. You should remind the master and let him be careful of the door these days. "
"You fell yourself just to eavesdrop on this?" Xie Jinglan asked.
"Uh… almost."
Xie Jinglan said: "If you want to steal it, then steal it. Qiuwuyuan only has some pots and pans and paper books. You can't steal from us. How can you be hurt like this?"
"But I also heard them thinking of killing people. I'm afraid that something will happen to the master..."
Xie Jinglan interrupted him and said, "If you die, you will die. Anyway, he is a vegetarian. He only knows how to make a fool of himself and earn some insignificant reputation. If he can give his seat to someone who has the ability, it will be considered a good deed."
Lianxiang let out an "ouch" and quickly closed the doors and windows, saying, "Young master, don't talk nonsense, be careful not to be overheard by others."
"..." Xia Houlin had nothing to say, and said after a while, "If the master is gone, you will be an orphan."
"Am I not now?" Xie Jinglan said lightly.
"It seems so." Xia Houlin laughed dryly.
His face was as white as a piece of paper, and when he was tired, he closed his eyes and rested. Xie Jinglan looked at him, raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair from his cheek.
This guy got hurt because of him.
Xie Jinglan couldn't say anything in his heart, so he softened his voice and said, "Take care of yourself, Xia Houlin, you don't need to worry about my affairs. I'm the master, you're a slave, you just need to serve me well. That's it. The rest is up to me."