To get one pleasure, you need ten pains in exchange. If you have obtained a pleasure, you will have to pay ten times the pain as repayment.
Xie Jinglan understood this very early, but he didn't expect that God would be so harsh.
Standing at the gate of the courtyard, he saw Xia Houlin carrying a burden and a sturdy man standing beside him.
The man was eight feet long, with a broad face and dark skin. On a cold day, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong muscles in his hands. He looked a little cramped, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he was less decent than Xia Houlin next to him. Zheng Dong looked at Xi Zong, and when he saw Xie Jinglan, he turned and asked Aunt Lan, "This is?"
Aunt Lan was still weeping secretly. Seeing that Xie Jinglan was back, she quickly wiped her tears and bowed, "Young master. Xiaolin's father is here to pick him up."
The man smiled heartily: "It turned out to be the young master."
He took out a packet of pine nut candies wrapped in oil paper from his pocket and handed it to Xie Jinglan, saying, "I have disturbed the young master these days. The youngest is Xiaolin's father, and the youngest sold him into the house. I had no choice but to come here. The family had no income, and the woman raised another baby. Fortunately, now that I have more money, I hurried over to redeem him. This child has good fortune. I heard that he has been redeemed by an adult. I took him away, Master, do you have any other orders?"
He and Xia Houlin definitely didn't have a good confession, and the reasons they said were completely different. Xia Houlin's expression was a little embarrassing. Xie Jinglan ignored the man and only asked Xia Houlin, "Are you leaving?"
"Well. I'm leaving."
The man took back the pine nut candy angrily, holding his hands and waiting for the two of them to finish chatting.
"Have everything taken?"
"Take it."
"If I were to write to you, where would I write it?"
Xia Houlin looked at Uncle Duan. Uncle Duan had a headache, secretly thinking that this little brat has a lot of things to do, and said with a smile: "This is difficult, we can't receive letters in our corners."
Xie Jinglan had guessed early that this man would not allow him to continue contacting Xia Houlin, and he was not embarrassed, but said, "If you want to write to me, send it to Master Su's house, and he will pass it on to Mr.
"Okay. Just don't think I'm ugly."
"Then let's go, take care along the way."
Xia Hougang hesitated for a while and said, "That, Lianxiang she..."
"I have watched her mother pick up her body with my own eyes, so you don't have to worry."
In the end, Xia Houlin still didn't tell Xie Jinglan that Lianxiang was not dead. After all, if Lianxiang was okay, Qiuye would definitely be involved. He was silent for a while and said, "Master, your father..."
Xia Houlin's eyes flickered, Xie Jinglan knew something was wrong at a glance, and said, "He has nothing to do with me, so there is no need to say any more."
"I understand," Xia Houlin patted Xie Jinglan on the shoulder and said, "Then I'm leaving."
"There will be a period later."
"There will be a period later."
Aunt Lan stuffed a few buns for Xiahou Lin and cried, "Xiao Lin, take care."
"Auntie, take care of you too, condolences, don't break your body by crying." Xiahou Rin took the buns, took Uncle Duan's hand, and turned away.
Xie Jinglan and Aunt Lan sent the two to the side door and watched them walk away slowly. Two people, one tall and one short, walked in the alley with one foot deep and one foot shallow. In the distance was the crimson sunset. Xia Houlin walked step by step into the distance. The setting sun shone on him, making his figure hazy. , it seems that the next moment will disappear into the sunset.
Xie Jinglan suddenly became unstoppably frightened. Will he and Xia Houlin never see each other again
"Xiahou Lin!"
Xie Jinglan ran over suddenly, Xia Houlin heard the sound, and just turned around, he was hugged by Xie Jinglan.
There was a clean smell of saponin on him, and Xia Houlin sniffed.
"Don't forget what you said in the study the day before yesterday." He heard Xie Jinglan buried on his shoulder and said dully.
"I won't forget it. I'll keep it in my heart."
"I will find you."
"Ok, I know."
"Okay, let's go."
"There will be a period later."
"There will be a period later."
Really gone this time. Xie Jinglan leaned against the wall and looked at it. The stone and brick wall was very rough, and it hurt a little to touch it. Xia Houlin got on the bullock cart at the entrance of the alley and disappeared around the corner.
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Xia Houlin did not leave Jinling. Uncle Duan placed him in the Wanxiang Building. He went out early and returned late every day, and it was rare to see him. Xia Houlin lived a life of being freed again. Fortunately, he was used to it and could already enjoy himself.
He guessed right, Jialan stared at Xie Bingfeng. The assassins entered Jinling City one by one. The front yard of Wanxiang Building was brightly lit, and it was a paradise on earth. In the backyard, the assassins poured spirits on the blades, and the expressionless white porcelain masks on their faces were flowing with orange candlelight. There are six of the eight parts of Jialan, and there are two remaining. One broke an arm in the last assassination and stayed on the mountain to cultivate, and the other is his mother, who is still in the Western Regions. There is no news.
Xia Houlin was a little uneasy. The Garan Assassin always acted alone, like a lone wolf on a snowy field. But there were at least twenty assassins gathered in the backyard. There will be no more than thirty Galan Assassins in total. He didn't dare to ask any more questions. The assassins were all outlaws, more bloodthirsty than the wolves. They wouldn't think highly of Garuda just because he was the son of Garuda. The sharper knife in the man's hand.
Who else are they targeting? An assassin has to kill at least one person, and they have to kill at least twenty people. One Jinling City kills twenty people, this is a business that Qiye Jialan has never had before.
Why did Uncle Duan take him out of Xie's house before he came back, just because they wanted to assassinate Xie Bingfeng
Xia Houlin couldn't figure it out, so he had to run wild in the Wanxiang Building. After a few days, he had already figured out the inside and outside structure of the Wanxiang Building. Climbing up the beam along the pillar, and then swinging from the beam to the third floor, he reached into Liu Ji's room and stole a pair of gold and jade earrings from her dressing gown.
Uncle Duan knew that he couldn't keep money in his hand, and he had been digging a lot recently. The money he gave was not enough to stick his teeth, nor was it enough for Xia Houlin to buy snacks.
There were footsteps outside the door, Xia Houlin put the earrings in his pocket, stepped on the windowsill and climbed outside, clinging to the wall, the Qinhuai River flowing quietly under his feet.
"Why are you here today? I thought you had forgotten about me." Liu Ji sat in front of the dresser, looking at the man in the mirror.
"Come in, the old man is busy impeaching Wei Yi, and turns like a spinning top. I'll come to you when I have time." Xie Bingfeng approached Liu Ji and took a deep breath of the fragrance on her body, "It's really fragrant, my darling, you What kind of powder is this used? It smells so good."
"What kind of fat powder, this is my mother's body fragrance." Liu Ji snorted and said, "You have been demoted to Jinling, and you are still impeached? Could it be that you want to be demoted to a place where birds don't shit? Free to accompany you."
"Don't worry, this time, it is the joint letter of the six departments, three law divisions, and twenty-four yamen. It will definitely be able to bring down that eunuch. The day he falls will be the time when the old man returns to the court." Xie Bingfeng smiled, his eyebrows were full of pride.
"The Six Divisions and Three Judicial Divisions? That is also the Six Divisions and Three Judicial Divisions in the capital. What's the matter with you, an idle official who stayed in the capital, just to join in the fun." Liu Ji disagreed.
"What do you know? There is an old man in the joint name, and then the credit will be given to the old man. Besides, the old man has already released the words, and I have memorized the memorial in Xie's house, and the old man died alone. The 108 people in the Fuhefu kowtowed to Tianque on behalf of the old man. All the world praised the old man for his righteous deeds. Although the official quality of the old man was not as good as that of the past, his reputation was far better than that of the old man. What if he was a casual official who stayed in the capital?"
Liu Ji snorted and said, "Fame and reputation."
"You! You woman, you really have long hair and short knowledge. This is an immortal activity that has been immortalized for thousands of years. In the future, when the historian compiles history, you must praise me. You are really... " Xie Bingfeng gasped for breath, looking at Liu Jiping Ping Tingting sat upright, her face like fine porcelain, her eyelashes like a crescent moon, and she leaned forward with a shy face and said, "Forget it, what is the reason for this old man to tell you. When the old man has the edict to return to Beijing, I will redeem you. I will take you with me, and then you will know the benefits."
Liu Ji was delighted and said, "Okay, I'll wait, you have to keep your word."
"Of course." Xie Bingfeng kissed Liu Ji and said, "The old witch at home has been watching closely these days. I have to go first and see you next time."
"Let's go, let's go, be careful not to burn your butt." Liu Ji waved her fan to chase people away.
After finally leaving, Liu Ji picked up the handkerchief and wiped her face, hating: "You are immortal, you don't even know that disaster is imminent, you make the family memorize the memorial, and Weide will kill you all over, and you are still complacent. It's ridiculous to have a Spring and Autumn Dream that is famous in history!"
Xia Houlin was sitting outside the window, feeling chills all over, waiting for Liu Ji to go out, then carefully returned to the room.
The two big characters "Destroy the door" pressed on his heart, and he was so worried that he forgot how to go downstairs.
Destroy the door, when will it be destroyed? When did Xie Jinglan leave the Xie residence? Will he not be able to escape? Xiahou Lian was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do.
With his strength alone, how can he save Xie Jinglan and Aunt Lan? There is also Lan Xiang from the study, that little girl has a long and short brother all day long, how can he save everyone
Ways, ways, he kept asking himself, trying to figure out a way.
"Little Lan!" Uncle Duan smacked Xia Houlin's head from behind, and said, "What are you wandering about, why don't you go back to the house to rest. The front yard is a mess, so stay here."
Xiahou raised his head, and Uncle Duan's dark cheeks came into view. He said, "Uncle, didn't you always persuade me not to be an assassin before?"
"Why, figured it out?" Uncle Duan rubbed Xia Houlin's head, "There's nothing wrong with raising chickens and ducks on the mountain. Our mountain is so big, it's enough to drive you crazy for a lifetime."
I'm tired of playing. Xiahou thought disdainfully. He said to Uncle Duan, "Take me with you in this assassination attempt, let me see the real killing field, and then I will make a decision."
"No." Uncle Duan refused without thinking.
"why!"
"Why why! You have thin arms and thin legs, I'll give you a knife, you can't kill a pig, but you still want to kill? It's almost as good as cutting flowers and wood. If you have three long and two short, what do you want me to do? Explain to your mother?"
"I don't kill people, I'll watch from the side." Xia Houlin said, "Aren't you guys going to destroy Xie's family this time? I'll watch from the side, you won't let me see the real killing field, why should I do it? The best decision?"
Uncle Duan was shocked, and quickly covered Xia Houlin's mouth, and said, "Little ancestor, where did you hear that?"
Xia Houlin was pulled to a corner by him and said, "Don't worry about where I heard it, I already know it anyway."
Uncle Duan knew that Xia Houlin was a monkey. Maybe it was some assassin who didn't pay close attention to the wind, and Xia Houlin happened to be catting next to him. After pondering for a while, he said, "It's not impossible."
Xia Houlin's eyes lit up and said, "Uncle, just take me there."
Uncle Duan sighed helplessly, and said: "Okay, listen carefully, put on your clothes and your mask, don't run around like you usually do when we are working, and follow everyone as soon as the clapper sounds. withdraw."
Xia Houlin nodded like pounding garlic.
Uncle Duan took a short knife from his waist and handed it to Xia Houlin.
It was a very broken knife, the shark skin scabbard was full of scratches, and the engraved patterns were covered with dark red blood stains, revealing a hideous hideousness. Xia Houlin drew out the knife, and the sharp blade reflected his eyebrows.
Uncle Duan said: "If you have the ability, you can kill a few people to try your hand. You will understand when you kill people. Being an assassin is not so fun. If you want to become the best assassin in Jialan, you must first forge yourself into a knife; To be forged into a knife, the heart must first be hardened into iron."
How can a heart grown from flesh become iron? Xia Houlin put the knife back in its sheath, forced a smile and said, "I see. Just wait and see!"