A feather arrow that was condensed with cold light suddenly appeared in the sky, passed over the top of Shen Jue's head, and shot into the head of the sweaty horse.
The horse neighed and knelt to the ground, its huge body slid on the ground, slid to Shen Jue and Weide's side, and the splashed mud and dust fell on their heads and faces. The eldest prince screamed and was thrown out and smashed to the ground.
Shen Jue turned his head, and a young man with a stern face in the distance was riding on a horse, with a long bow still in his hand.
The eldest prince fell to the ground, his head was bleeding, his head was dizzy for a long time, and the pain in his calf came up after he realized it, and soon it was overwhelming and generally occupying all his nerves.
"It hurts... it hurts...!"
Fanzi crowded around in a panic, Weide pushed aside the crowd, shouting for the imperial physician, while checking the eldest prince's injury. Several other fanboys pulled Situ Jin off the horse and pushed him to Weide.
"Father-in-law, this person... This person shot a horse to save people, but caused the eldest prince to fall from the horse. What should I do?"
Shen Jue pursed her lips, took a few steps forward on her knees, and kowtowed, "Student Captain Situ is excusable in order to save people, and please ask my father-in-law to deal with it lightly."
Situ Jin knelt on the ground calmly, as if it wasn't him who suffered the catastrophe.
"Nonsense!" Weide shouted fiercely, saying, "How can our mediocre life be compared with His Royal Highness's golden branches and jade leaves? If we can change His Highness's well-being, why would it matter if we sacrifice our family's life? Divide it, it should be punished! Come on, take him to the Heavenly Prison, and wait for the sage to decide!"
Shen Jue gritted her teeth and said nothing.
No matter how many arguments he had, he was defeated by Ren Weiyanqing. He was just an ant, and he still tried his best to protect himself. How could he save another person who caused the prince to fall off his horse and break his leg? Although he saved himself.
Seeing Shen Jue's silent appearance, in Weide's eyes, a child of this age is either full of vigor, full of brilliance and a brotherhood that is not there. I just hide from things, I have no courage, especially when I encounter some unknown things in the palace and get scared, I can't say anything.
Seeing that his benefactor was arrested, this child had the courage to speak up, so it was obvious that he was not ungrateful. He couldn't resist what he meant, and he didn't force it. It was obvious that he was aware of current affairs. Wei De raised a bit of interest in his heart, helped Shen Jue up from the ground, and said, "What was your name you just said?"
Here comes the opportunity.
Shen Jue suppressed her frantic heartbeat and said, "Slave Shen Jue, I'm working in the four Ganxi Institutes."
"Shen Jue, it's a good name, who gave it to you?" Weide said in a rare and pleasant manner.
"It's the slave's mother," Shen Jue lied without changing his face, "Mother has read some poetry books."
A woman who has read poetry and books is either a lady in the house or a prostitute in a trick house. The eunuchs in the palace are generally from humble backgrounds, otherwise they would not have done such a deceitful deed. Wei De understood a little and said, "Can you read?"
"I recognize a little." Shen Jue replied cautiously, not knowing Weide's intentions.
"Okay, not bad. It's nothing to do with you here. You can go back and rest."
Fanzi carried the eldest prince away with a stretcher, followed by a few imperial physicians who had arrived late, and kept wiping the dense sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. Nowadays, imperial physicians are a high-risk industry comparable to assassins. What's more, this is a single seedling that the emperor has cultivated for many years. If there are three long and two short, they will all lose their heads.
Weide restrained his expression and followed suit.
Shen Jue wanted to follow behind, but the words he had already thought up were in his throat, but the humiliation in his chest was suppressed. Shen Jue's heart was numb, her fists clenched tightly, she opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't speak.
After all, he is a 14-year-old boy, and his arrogance is indelible. Even if he bends his waist humbly, his back is still hard. Only by crawling out of the mud pile and feeling that one's life is cheap, can he be a servant without any burden and greet others with a smile on his face. Shen Jue's work was far from home, and even if he restrained his arrogance, he still couldn't make such a flattering smile.
Shen Jue went back to the fourth place in Ganxi, and saw Xiahou Lin sitting on the threshold of Shunzhenmen from a distance with his neck outstretched, his heart warmed involuntarily, ironing like hot coals.
Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns to people on a snowy night.
No matter how many swords, lights, swords and shadows you experience outside, isn't it just to get home and be slapped in your ears and say, "Where did you go, why did you come back so late"
When Xia Houlin saw Shen Jue, his eyes lit up, and he hurried up to greet him. When he saw his blood-stained sleeves, he was shocked: "Didn't you say you don't stab... What the hell! What's going on?"
He didn't say that Shen Jue forgot that he was still injured, looked at the wound casually, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a little bit of skin." After speaking, he gave Xia Houlin a blank look and said, "I am Knowing the Immortal Law or what to do, in front of everyone's eyes, take the head of the leader?"
He didn't do anything stupid, Xiahou Lin was relieved and dragged him back to the house, while taking the bandage and the gold sore medicine, he asked, "Then what are you doing? Have you seen Weide? What does he look like? "
"Just like an ordinary person." Shen Jue replied without raising his head.
Xia Houlin looked up at him and saw that his face was not very happy. He felt that he should have seen his own annihilation enemy, but he had no ability to kill him, and he felt uncomfortable. Then he said warmly: "Young master, don't worry, there is always a chance to kill that thief." Halfway through, Xia Houlin remembered something, and said with a beaming expression, "By the way, don't say it, take it as the top one in front of everyone's eyes. There really are things with human heads. Have you heard of pulling the wire?"
"No," Shen Jueyou squinted at him, "Among the masses, people kill people, I have only heard of Zhang Liang's big hammer."
Xia Houlin exposed his ignorance and incompetence: "What is it?—Hey, what I'm talking about is a weapon used by assassins before the third generation of Jialan. It looks like silk, but it can blow hair and even cut gold. Jade. That thing is very thin, and the eyes are hard to see. When people walk over, they don't feel anything. After walking a few steps, they looked down and saw that it was incredible, and the body was broken in two."
Shen Jue didn't believe it, even the sharpest knife couldn't cut a human body cleanly, and it took several cuts to kill a pig. He asked suspiciously, "Then why don't you use it now?"
"The production process is too difficult. The pulling wire has been passed down for three generations, and only Garuda can smelt this thing. Not only is it difficult to smelt, but it is also difficult to control. It is better to control one, and pre-lay the pulling wire mesh. It's easy to do, but if you want to set up an array and change the layout of the silk screen, so that the enemy has no escape and no retreat, it will be difficult. If you want to learn silk array, you must first learn "Nine". "Zhang Arithmetic" or something, you can control the silk array only by mastering all kinds of silk screen changes." Xia Houli shrugged, "But you know, there is no leisure for us to learn arithmetic, and can read the three-character classics. It's all made up."
He was embarrassed to say that Uncle Duan even spelled his own name wrong.
"How can someone do it?" Shen Jue sneered, "It's clear that your world is getting worse and worse, and one generation is not as good as the next."
"The three generations of Garuda are all surnamed Ban, and it is said that they are the descendants of Gongshu Organs. After three generations, their family died, and it is not uncommon for them to not be passed down."
"You don't want to think about it. If you can restore the thread, maybe you can kill the abbot and take control of Qiye Jialan yourself." After speaking, he glanced at his arm tightly wrapped by Xia Houlin, and said helplessly, " It's just a little injury, why wear a bandage?"
"Look at your thin skin and tender meat, how can I be sloppy?" Xia Houlin cut the bandage with scissors and tied a beautiful auspicious knot, "What's a good thing for the abbot, you have to shave your head, you can't marry a daughter-in-law, How bitter. I'm not like you, I have high ambitions. Besides, I'm hanging out with you now, and you will sit in the top position of the East Factory Admiral in the future, and I will be satisfied with a beautiful pair of food for me. "
Shen Jue's admiration was overwhelming. Fortunately, this fellow was not born in a wealthy family to be a young master, otherwise he would definitely be a scoundrel who eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, cheats, greedy and lubricating oil—all the five poisons. That's all, Xia Houlin is now staying in the palace. When he has power, Xia Houlin can't have any woman he wants, as long as it is not the empress and emperor in the palace.
Shen Jue himself had already made a plan to be a eunuch for the rest of his life. His descendants were like a mirror in the pond. When Xia Houlin had a family, he asked him to have several more sons, and he chose the smartest one among them, and gave him his retirement.
Shen Jue thought about it, and suddenly felt sad. Xia Houlin has a new home, what about him? What is he? On the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xia Houlin hugged his wife and children and worshipped the jade rabbit and ate moon cakes. The family was happy and happy. Don't he feel ashamed that he is a bachelor? Shen Jue bitterly pricked himself, as if taking a handful of scumbags and stabbing him in his heart, bluntly painful.
How can this be!
Shen Jue raised his head abruptly, glared at Xia Houlin, and said, "You think beautifully!"
This glance made Xia Houlin bewildered, stunned and at a loss, Shen Jue's dog temper just came, it was more sudden than the wind and rain in June, and there was not even a warning. Xia Houlin was deeply poisoned, and he still couldn't figure out the rules. He asked with straight eyebrows, "What happened to me?"
Shen Jue didn't say a word, just looked at Xia Houlin with resentment.
"What the hell happened to me, you say?"
What can he say? Do you want Xia Houlin to stay with him for the rest of his life without marrying a wife or having children? It was a great gift for Xiahou Rin to agree to stay in the palace. Shen Jue turned her face away, pushed open the mullioned window and looked out, the sky was already dark and groggy, and a few stars were about to hang deadly under the sky, as if they were about to fall down in the blink of an eye.
Xia Houlin lost his temper, and he didn't say anything if he didn't say anything. Do you think he would be willing to serve him! Silently, he lowered his head and packed up the scissors and bandages, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Shen Jue walking out with the wooden knife.
"Are you sick!" Xia Houlin walked over to grab his wooden knife, "You don't want your hand anymore?"
Shen Jue frowned and said, "I haven't hurt my tendons and I haven't moved my bones, but my skin is a little broken, what about you?"
Grandma's, it turns out that he is worried about eating radishes salty. Xia Houlin was so angry that his eyes darkened, and then he thought, if this kid wants to torture himself, let him torture him, what is it that he is used to all day long? Even if you are not sick, you have to get used to being sick!
Do not! Got used to it!
Seeing the static iron lying on the bed, Xiahou Rin broke the jar and said, "Okay, you have to practice, right? Today I'll let you touch the real knife and see if you can do it."
When the two walked outside, the sky was as cold as water, the faint fireflies swirled in the shadows of the trees like stars, the wind rustled past, and the rustling leaves sounded like whispers. Xia Houlin was not wearing a mask, and half of his budding face was covered by the shadow of the tree, but it couldn't stop his star-filled eyes. Shen Jue watched for a while, then silently looked away.
Xia Houtong took out the static iron, handed it to Shen Jue, and said, "Face me with your knife back."
Under the moonlight, Jing Tie lay quietly on Xia Houlin's hand, the dark blade restrained all light.
The so-called famous knives on the rivers and lakes have their own legends. The knife-maker sacrificed himself in the furnace and forged a peerless famous knife with flesh and blood. Another example is the demon sword that has already cut off 8,676 human heads. If it cuts off 9,999 heads, it will be invincible from now on. Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.
But this is usually made up by craftsmen to make the knives sell better. How can there be such a god in the world? Able Mo Xie still doesn't know if it's true.
Jingtie has no story, it was born from the Jialan knife refining furnace, and Xia Houlin was his first owner.
It has no past and no future.
Shen Jue held the handle of the knife, and at that moment, he seemed to touch the frantic heartbeat under Shen Jing's knife.
Xia Houlin said: "The knife is the lifeblood of an assassin, and Jialan will send such a knife in your life. You have to hold my lifeline well, if I fall, I will be anxious for you."
Shen Jue: "..."
Xia Houlin continued: "Before wielding the knife, you must be familiar with it, just like your own body. If you look at the knife carefully, the blade of the static iron is not sharp enough to blow hair and break hair, but it can break armor. The knife used on the battlefield."
"You use the knife on the battlefield to assassinate. Why?"
Xia Houluo sighed in a low voice and said, "You can break armor, and naturally you can also break bones. The abbot said that I am not ruthless, and a rough knife is more suitable for me. This method of breaking bones, if it breaks the spine, it will still be fine. Well, the opponent will suffocate to death, but the skull is different, he will not die immediately, maybe become a fool, spar with a headache, and then die.
"I heard that a butcher with a compassionate heart would feed it a bowl of Ma Boisan before killing a pig, and let it be killed unconsciously. We assassins don't talk about compassion. No matter what."
Shen Jue sneered and said, "How do you know that he feeds the pigs to drink Mafeisan because he is compassionate, maybe he just doesn't want to hear the pig's scream."
Xia Houlin was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "You are right, the sound of killing pigs is really hard to hear."
Shen Jue held the knife in both hands, drew a sharp arc, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, come on!"
He raised his normally drooping eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was a dark storm between his eyebrows.
In an instant, the murderous aura was like a mountain, Shen Jue let out a low voice, the ridge of the knife collided with the blade of the wooden knife, and the fragile wooden knife quickly knocked out a gap.
Shen Jue's fierceness stimulated Xia Houlin, the blood that had been silent for a long time was churning like a tide, he seemed to return to the years of bloody fighting, murderous roaring in the body, like a ferocious trapped beast. He didn't fight with Shen Jue, but chose to sidestep and dodge. Even the ridge of Jing Tie was enough to break the wooden knife into two pieces.
The wooden knife flipped over in his palm, and the two knives were entangled in the air. The wooden knife was quickly covered with scars and pits, like a child without neat crooked teeth. Shen Jue's sword was fierce, and Jing Tie in his hands was like a bloodthirsty ghost in the night, with all his fangs showing. But after all, he didn't learn the sword for a long time, and with his desperate style of play, Xia Houlin quickly grabbed his empty door, opened the wooden sword with a heavy slash from the static iron, and sent a knife from the diagonal stab, hitting Shen Jue's shoulder.
Shen Jue didn't stop, and his hands still waved the knife down, landing on Xia Houlin's neck.
"Hey, I hit you on the shoulder, you can't move at this time."
"I can." Shen Jue's eyes were firm.
Of course he can.
The boy is dead hearted. As long as he has a breath, he can slash the knife into the enemy's chest.
"..." Xiahou sighed, "Okay."
Like water, the days slipped away quietly through the fingers.
Xia Houlin put on his trousers, and suddenly found that his trousers were short. He couldn't count how long he hadn't contacted Jialan, and Jialan didn't send anyone to look for him, probably because he thought he died in the palace. He's now a gallan castaway.
Xia Houlin thought wildly, and he didn't know what his mother would do if he found out. That guy usually stayed outside for a whole year. When Xia Houlin was eight years old, she was left on the mountain and ignored him. I still don't know where to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, how can I care about Xia Houlin.
There was an unspeakable melancholy in his heart. When I was on the mountain before, I didn't feel much. After all, the children on the mountain have neither father nor mother. He has a powerful mother who can brag about it everywhere. When he got to the bottom of the mountain, he realized that the mothers of the family were always there, cutting new clothes and feeding meals, and the mothers of poor families did not forget to carry the children on their backs when they were working.
Only his mother, it seems like there is no.
Pushing the door open, he was about to go out when he almost bumped into a little eunuch. Xia Houlin supported him and said, "Do you look at Daoer?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The little eunuch apologized in a thin voice.
Xia Houlin had goose bumps all over his body when he heard the tone, and waved his hand to let him go. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a pile of paper lotus flowers in his arms and asked, "What is this?"
"Lotus lantern, it will be the Mid-Yuan Festival in a few days. The emperor will allow us to put lotus lanterns on Yuqing Pond."
Xia Houlin was stunned, and murmured, "The days go by so fast! Is the Chinese New Year's Day coming?"
The palace gate suddenly became noisy, Xia Houlin hurriedly walked over, and a eunuch wearing a sunflower chest and back collar shirt came in with a collar and hat, stood in the yard, raised his slender eyebrows and swept around. , said in a hoarse voice, "Are they all dead people? No one welcomes you in and no one delivers tea. Call your father-in-law out."
This eunuch was so imposing, so frightened that the young eunuchs all stood with their necks shrunk. Xiahou Rong was about to go up to him, when Shen Jue came out with tea and respectfully saluted, "The next man is ignorant, a little bit. Neglect, father-in-law, don't blame me."
When the eunuch saw Shen Jue, his brows and eyes were like flowers, and he laughed immediately, and hurriedly ordered someone to take the tea cup from Shen Jue's hand, saying, "You're joking, our house is the attendant of the study room. Eunuch Cao Ling, on the order of Eunuch Wei, I have brought you clothes." As he spoke, he glanced at Shen Jue, the eunuchs bent over and hooked their backs all the year round, nine out of ten had a hunchback problem, and their bodies were not loose. Spirit, this father-in-law Shen is like a pine and bamboo, even the curvature of the shrimp's waist seems to be just right. No wonder Eunuch Wei looked at him with green eyes.
"Give clothes?"
"You don't know yet, Eunuch Qian of the clerk's office was promoted to hold a pen and a seat was vacated. Eunuch Wei didn't say a word, and immediately took your name." Cao Ling's eyebrows curled, "In a few days, , when the father-in-law is free, I want you to hand over tea to recognize the godfather! In the future, I will ask father-in-law Shen to take care of him."
Hearing this, Xiahou Lin was struck by lightning.
Recognize Dad! ? Who the hell thinks he's a castrated thief as a father
Looking at Shen Jue subconsciously, he saw that he was standing silently, as always, with a fine porcelain cheek that was neither sad nor happy.
Shen Jue stared at the coat and hat with interlaced golden threads, his eyes were deep. The eunuchs in the clerical room, and the inner servants who served in front of the imperial court, as usual, had to wear black gauze with gold caps, and sunflower tuxedos, just like this Eunuch Cao. But from then on, he was also Weide's dry child. To put it more vulgarly, he was the lap dog raised by Weide.
If he doesn't fight, this damn luck falls on his head, is it God's will
He stretched out his hand to take the coat and hat with the interlaced gold threads, and a warm smile slowly crept into his mouth: "That's natural, and Shen Jue still has to rely on her father-in-law for more guidance. In addition, I'd like to ask my father-in-law to say goodbye to Shen Jue's adoptive father, for political affairs. Hard work, ask your foster father to take care of your body, and don’t let your son worry.”