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Chapter 112: The sharp edge of the blade

After waiting for Chen Yunyan for a day and not seeing him come back, she couldn't help but worry about him. Especially Gao Xiang blamed himself and wanted to go out to look for his junior brother, but was stopped by Zhong Yishi.

Lu Xiangta was annoyed. Because of Zhong Yishi's face, he didn't say anything, but his face was not good-looking. These people forced the master to leave, and he still had to take care of food, food, shelter and wait. What's this?

Lu Xiangta called Wang Laoshi and other juniors and searched the city for two days, but there was still no trace of Chen Yunyan. Zhao Sanduo realized that he was unwilling to stay any longer, so he proposed to leave in the evening.

Zhong Yishi said: "All nine gates of the capital are closed, and the streets are full of officers and soldiers patrolling. Where are you going?"

Lu Xiangta was angry, but he couldn't bear to watch them take risks, and said: "Just stay still, your identities will be revealed as soon as you go out."

Zhong Yishi comforted Zhao Sanduo and said: "Yunyan knows the art of disguise and is very clever. He will be fine. Let's stay here for a few more days and wait for the limelight to pass before leaving."

Xia Houhou travels around all year round and is not a person who can live idle. For several days in a row, he either hid in the tunnel or wandered around the house. He was about to go crazy, so he quietly followed the tunnel to the courtyard of the Confucian Temple.

There are several rooms with lights on in the Confucian Temple, which are borrowed from foreign scholars and some scholars who live here. Occasionally, the sound of reading is heard in the courtyard. I really don't hear anything outside the window, and I only read the books of sages. No one cares about the outside.

Everything is turned upside down.

Xia Houhou walked around the courtyard, but he didn't find much fun. Thinking of Zhong Yishi praising Chen Yunyan for his cleverness, he was a little unconvinced. He secretly said, "He is clever. I have also done great things in Tianjin Wei. I am not the one who said "such as this".

"Smoke", he can get away easily.

Xia Houhou thought, then he opened the temple door and walked to the street.

Because a major case of extermination had just occurred, officers and soldiers were searching for Boxers everywhere. The capital was extremely deserted at night. I walked through two alleys without meeting a single pedestrian.

"Why don't I also light a fire to keep the government busy?" The dark night makes people think evil, and this statement is absolutely true. When Xia Hou saw the silence everywhere, he couldn't help but get excited.

Where to set a fire? The capital is not the countryside. You can see piles of firewood and haystacks everywhere. To set a fire, you need to climb over the wall and enter the house, and you must have something to start the fire.

Xia Houhou came up with an impromptu idea and could only dream about it. But it couldn't be done, so he had to make some noise to make his trip worthwhile.

As he walked, Xia Houyue went far away. The alleys in the capital were all similar and complicated. If he tried to return to the Confucian Temple via the original route, he would still be unable to find the way.

Somehow, he walked to the door of a government office. There was a lantern at the door, making the door brightly lit. There were two guards standing on the left and right, which startled Xia Houhou, but fortunately the guards didn't see him.

Xia Houhou quickly retreated, turned around and was about to escape into the alley when he heard voices at the Yamen Gate.

One said: "I really have no one to trust, so I can only come here to ask Master Meng to deal with it. After all, Shaobai has been following Master Li for many years. Please be sure to pass a message in front of Master Zhongtang... I am willing to guarantee with my head, Shaobai."

I will never liaise with the bandits secretly."

One said: "At this juncture, Brother Shen can still stand up for his friends. Meng is really touched, but you know the character of Mr. Zhongtang... Please forgive me, Brother Shen, and I won't send you far away."



Xia Houhou heard the sound of footsteps on the stone steps, and hurriedly ran down the alley to the end, far away from the Yamen courtyard, and came to a wide east-west road.

Xia Houhou thought as he walked along. Hearing the name "Shaobai" mentioned in the conversation between the two people, could it be He Shaobai from Hejiaidian?

Just thinking about it, he shook his head again. He Shaobai was working as an errand in the Liangjiang Governor's Mansion. How could it be him? There are countless people with the same name and surname in the world. Just the word "Shaobai" must be him! Even if it is him.

So what, it’s none of my business.

Xia Houhou ran around in the city and finally believed that Zhang Yunyan was smarter than him.

There were several restaurants on both sides of the east and west roads, and the lights were turned off at this time. Occasionally there were vehicles passing by in a hurry on the road. Xia Houhou was extremely depressed and cursed: "Damn it, the capital is too big..."

The Boxers were hunted down, the capital became quiet, and foreigners began to come out of their holes, looking for places to have fun in groups.

Unfortunately, three Asians met Xia Houhou.

Xia Houhou was worried that he couldn't find his way back. When he saw three drunk people coming towards him, he stepped forward and asked, "Sir, please excuse me and I want to ask you something."

When the three Japanese people spoke, Xia Houhou couldn't understand a word and thought they were outsiders. He said, "They are also lost."

There was an Asian man who understood Chinese and said, "Where are you going?"

Xia Houhou was overjoyed and said: "The Confucian Temple is surrounded by alleys in front, back, left and right... There seems to be a river behind it..."

"The Confucian Temple is not far from where we live. Follow us."

There were three Japanese people, one was the minister of Japan, and the other two were businessmen, all carrying samurai swords. The three of them walked in front, and Xia Hou followed behind. They listened to them arguing for a while, and singing loudly for a while.

"Chinese people hide in their homes as soon as it gets dark, what are you doing out here?" the Oriental man asked Xia Hou.

"Chinese? Are you not Chinese?"

"Hahaha... do you see the pig tails on our heads?"

The Japanese man said and pulled the braid on the back of Xia Houhou's head wantonly.

Only then did Xia Houhou realize that there were no braids on their heads, "So you are Japanese devils!"

"What are you talking about, you ignorant China pig! How dare you insult our Imperial Japanese warriors? You're dead!" The Japanese man suddenly grabbed Xia Hou's neck and lifted him up with all his strength.

The three Japanese people saw that Xia Hou was so choked that his tongue stuck out, they laughed loudly and left him to continue singing: "あおげばとうとし..."

Going further, Xia Houhou recognized the alley leading to Lu Xiangta's house. He reached into his arms and held "Ruyan" in his hand. He glanced around a few times and saw that there were no more pedestrians on the street.

He said to the three Japanese people: "Hey, Japanese devils, just send them here..."

The three Japanese men turned around. Xia Houhou raised his hand, sprinkled the medicine powder, and said: "You bastard who doesn't speak human language, I want you to try the spicy soup of the Qing Dynasty!"

The three Japanese people opened their mouths and were speechless, staggering and falling to the ground one after another.

Xia Houhou took off a knife and pulled it out. The blade was sharp and sharp. He raised the knife and aimed it at the neck of the Asian man who could speak Chinese. After trying it twice, he didn't dare to cut it.

Xia Houhou's hands were shaking and he sighed: "Forget it, it's not easy for you to come all the way here. Mr. Xia doesn't have the same experience as you..."

As he spoke, he loosened his grip and gently dropped the knife on the Japanese man's neck. When he lifted the knife again, he saw that the Japanese man had been dead in two places, with blood bubbles gushing out from his neck.
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