It took a long time before Fan Xian calmed down. The cold sweat on his body pressed his clothes tightly against his body.
He withdrew the slender dagger from the assassin's shoulder. The sound of the blade separating from the flesh and blood was terrifying.
The slender dagger was painted black to avoid reflections, but Fan Xian knew that the black paint prepared by Teacher Fei Jie himself was not only poisonous, but also a drug that could amplify the pain of injured people. He carefully inserted the slender dagger into the scabbard made of hard camel skin, glanced at the corpse of the assassin lying on the bed and the feet of Mr. Ha who delivered food under the bed, then turned and left.
Pushing open the door, the blind Wu Zhu was standing quietly at the corner of the stairs, his voice came over: "What if there is no carriage coming?"
Fan Xian lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he overcame the terrifying feeling brought about by the first murder. He raised his head and showed a signature smile: "I will spend with him forever, and then wait for you to come."
Still going down from the back wall, the training of climbing the cliff outside Danzhou Port has finally worked today. Fan Xian put his feet on the ground and walked forward, knowing that Wuzhu would definitely leave him, and if he was in danger again, he would appear again.
Walking in the vegetable market, there was a lot of voices around him, but he remained silent, but his right hand hanging by his thigh trembled slightly.
He walked to one end of the market with heavy steps, and stopped in front of a stall. This is a tofu stall, and the stall is a woman in her twenties, with a soft face, wearing an apron, and her hands are white and tender.
"Sister Dong'er." Fan Xian greeted her with a smile. This was Dong'er, the eldest maid who was kicked out of the Earl's Biefu by him. When he was very young, Fan Xian often slept in her arms. The relationship has always been very good. After Dong'er left the house, she set up a tofu stall in the vegetable market, so Fan Xian often came here to buy tofu for home.
Dong'er saw him coming, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and led him in: "Master, why are you here?"
Sitting on the small bench, another resident came to buy tofu, and Dong'er looked at him with some embarrassment.
Fan Xian nodded and asked her to take care of the business first, turned around and found a crib behind the stall, and a two or three-year-old little girl was sitting on the bed, her face was flushed, she was stretching out her clumsy hands, playing with the crib in front of the bed. Little bell.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand and carried the little girl out, teasing her. Dong'er turned around and saw it, hurried up to take it into her arms, and complained: "Don't get your clothes dirty, you'll have to let those girls wash them when you go back."
Fan Xian chuckled and said, "Sister Dong'er, when I was your daughter's age, you hugged me differently every day."
Dong'er smiled and said: "My young master, how can you compare with us servants." It was a bit strange, because Dong'er tasted the saltiness before Fan Xian during the meal, Fan Xian ruthlessly slapped her. She drove out Earl Beppu, but from the tone of her voice, she didn't seem to hold much grudge against this little boy.
Fan Xian scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Dong'er seemed to see that he was in a bad mood, so she teased her daughter and shouted: "Call me young master, little... young... master..."
"Call me little uncle." Fan Xian insisted.
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Sitting in the tofu stand for a long time, watching Dong'er cut the tofu, weighed the tofu, wrapped the tofu in paper, and teased the little girl beside him to call him little uncle. After a long, long time, Fan Xian finally got rid of the coldness in his heart and stood up. Get up and say goodbye to Dong'er.
Dong'er said with some embarrassment: "You come this time, I don't have anything delicious here."
Fan Xian laughed: "Sister Dong'er, do I still need to eat?"
"That's true." Dong'er covered her mouth and smiled, showing all the shyness of the young woman, she suddenly said: "Thank you, young master, for buying these things for the little girl."
Fan Xian smiled and shook his head: "As long as you don't blame me for kicking you out of Earl's Befu."
Dong'er smiled and didn't speak. She trusted the little boy in front of her. Although she couldn't understand why he got angry at dinner that day, she knew that the other party must not have done it on purpose. Send some money over here, and later I got married, and the family of three lived a comfortable life, and I came out to set up a tofu stall, to a large extent because I knew it would be convenient for the young master, a child, to visit me.
Fan Xian waved goodbye to Tofu Dong'er. After walking out of the market, he looked back and saw that soft and lovely woman was cutting tofu in the water with Xiao Nizi on her back. Her slightly forward body was still so slender and plump. There is no trace of the years, just like when I hugged myself ten years ago.
Fan Xian used an excuse to drive Dong'er out of Beppu because she was his personal maid, and if she had anything to do with him, she would be very unsafe.
In Fan Xian's "childhood", he liked his close maid the most, he liked to lean on her body, and he often fantasized about what he could do when he grew up—but he forgot the very important thing One point, when he grew up slowly, Donger also grew up day by day. This year he is twelve years old, while Donger is already in his twenties.
The story of Baoyu and Qingwen seems to have to be abandoned halfway.
"You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, but I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. I hate not being born at the same time, and I am good with you every day."
While obsessing over how Dong'er loved him so much, he hummed a tune and went back to Earl Befu, trying to convince himself that he had forgotten the two pairs of dead fish eyes that the assassin and Lao Ha were staring side by side.
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Because he ate a meal of "Cat Button" poison mixed with bamboo wormwood at noon, and broke a man's neck in the afternoon, Fan Xian's appetite became extremely poor. He just shoveled a little for dinner, then dropped the bowl and went back to the bedroom.
When night fell, he was a little hungry, and he came to the kitchen alone with an oil lamp, all the way quietly, without disturbing any servants.
After entering the kitchen, he washed a piece of fish neatly, the kitchen knife fluttered like a bird in his hand, he took a short time to remove the scales and dissected the belly, and then shredded the radish with Wuzhu's force. Some shredded ginger, the kitchen knife fell on the chopping board without making a sound, and then mixed some vinegar into the small dish with shredded ginger.
Fire up the water and steam the fish fat.
Squatting on the ground and looking at the stove next to him, watching the steam rising slowly, Fan Xian suddenly thought of something a little funny: Teacher Fei Jie and Uncle Wu Zhu were teaching him how to kill people and how to avoid being judged by others because of their mothers. He has the ability to kill, but objectively, he taught himself how to be a good doctor and a successful cook.