Three hundred and thirtieth IX harvest is not small
The house was small and very simple. The snow was up to the knees and no one was plowing it away. The dry branches could not bear the weight of the heavy snow and broke on both sides.
The snow is falling hard, and in such a cold season, if you can sit still, you must have a fire, otherwise it will be difficult to survive the whole night.
There is no need to lead the way, just look for the firelight in those places to know if there is anyone there.
Song Huiyue led the men in and soon heard Master Kuan's voice.
Mr. Kuan was tied up tightly, but he still kept his original intention and tried to influence Bao Qing. He read out the principles in the sages' books and talked about them endlessly, just like chanting sutras.
The two boys guarding the door outside made him so sleepy that they almost plunged their heads into the fire.
His voice has been tempered for a long time and is as soft as the spring breeze. If he were to become a monk, he would be ordained on the spot.
It's a pity that he took the wrong path and committed irreversible deeds in the world of mortals. At the same time, the person he was trying to influence was a thug like Bao Qing, and the response he received was a crisp slap in the face.
There was a howl in the room. The power of this slap can be imagined. Bao Qing scolded him angrily in Xiazhou dialect and complained a few words.
Then Mr. Kuan became so surprised and angry that he even forgot about Sven: "You are crazy! Even if you kill the guests, the rich man will never come again! The whole business will be killed by you! Without money,
Are you all going to drink the northwest wind? You bastard! You bastard!"
Bao Qing laughed indifferently: "I have a big buyer and can support all the salt merchants in the market, but it has nothing to do with you anymore."
"Where did you get the big buyer?"
"I won't tell you."
"You're going to break the rules!"
"What are the rules? Who made the rules? Old man, you have enjoyed yourself enough, so let us still abide by your bullshit rules..."
When Bao Qing got excited, he started chattering in Xiazhou dialect. When Master Kuan got angry, he responded in Central Plains dialect. "You say mine and I say yours. It has nothing to do with each other."
The two people were spitting and cursing each other, when suddenly they heard two "pop" sounds outside, and two traces of blood spattered on the door and flowed in through the crack in the door.
The scolding suddenly stopped. Bao Qing immediately picked up the knife and carefully leaned back against the door. Before he could get close, the door was kicked open and hit the wall with a clang. The wind and snow swept the fire, corpses, and blood outside the door.
And the sword light poured into the door.
Bao Qing had no time to dodge, so he picked up the chair next to him and swung it forward. When the knife in front of him was retracted, he immediately slashed his head and face.
However, what he didn't expect was that there was not just one enemy, but a group of them, swarming in and forcing him back to the corner in just a few moves.
There was no knife in Bao Qing's hand, and a huge gash was cut on his face, like a second bloody mouth.
His face was filled with anger, but he had no choice but to surrender. He was still cursing in Xiazhou dialect and holding his neck, refusing to show weakness.
The guards made a way for Song Huiyue to walk over with blood on the ground, staring at Bao Qing: "Who is the big buyer?"
Bao Qing snorted coldly and closed his mouth tightly without saying a word.
"Who is it?" Song Huiyue stepped forward and asked.
Bao Qing still didn't say anything. Song Huiyue sneered, took a step back, turned around and said, "Xiaotian, deal with it."
Tian Jiguang stepped forward with the knife and stabbed Bao Qing in the heart. When Bao Qing saw that the knife was really meant to kill him, Bao Qing looked panicked and immediately shouted: "I said it!"
The knife stopped narrowly in front of him, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Zhang..."
Before the rest of the words were spoken, Song Huiyue had already grasped Tian Jiguang's hand, pushed it forward, and killed Bao Qing without hesitation.
It was clear that Song Huiyue's hands were cold, but Tian Jiguang shrank suddenly as if he had been burned, and lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at Song Huiyue.
The dead Bao Qing's eyes were wide open, looking in disbelief.
Song Huiyue retracted her hand and looked around calmly. Seeing that only Master Kuan was left alive, she signaled to loosen Master Kuan's bonds.
Tian Jiguang stepped forward and untied Mr. Kuan.
Mr. Kuan tied the rope into a cauliflower snake and stood up unsteadily. His face looked like sleepwalking. After a brief period of awakening, he knelt down with a "plop".
A layer of cold slowly came up on his back. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or something else. In short, he felt like he was sweating, and his hands and feet were all cold, so cold that he lost consciousness.
Song Huiyue stretched out her hand to help him: "Master Kuan, there is no need to perform such a big ceremony."
"Yes, yes, yes," Master Kuan did not dare to hold her hand and stood up by himself, "I will definitely repay you for saving your life."
Song Huiyue waved her hand and asked Tian Jiguang to lead everyone out to search, and the gold and silver he got would belong to him: "Master Kuan should be able to deal with the aftermath."
Mr. Kuan nodded numbly: "I'll go get someone."
He tried to force out a smile, but couldn't, so he returned home with the same hands and feet.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw that all the servants in the house were trembling with fear. When he saw the bloody scene in the house, he couldn't help but close his eyes and ordered people to bring water to wash the floor, and then went to clean up the traces in the courtyard where Bao Qing started.
He had not seen blood for many years, and now that he saw it again, he felt like he was back in the days when he first came to Xiazhou.
When Song Huiyue washed away the smell of blood, Master Kuan's mansion had gradually returned to calm. Master Kuan himself had also changed from being dull and dull to being kind, smiling brightly, lighting up the clean courtyard, and placing
At a table, Song Huiyue was invited to eat and drink, and at the same time she gave her life money.
The guards each received one thousand taels of silver notes, and even Manager Wu, who was hiding in the house and did not show up, had five hundred taels. Song Huiyue himself could not measure it with money, so he gave away his cherished treasure: a pea green
Ru kiln jade pot and spring vase.
"After the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are shining. This color will be the future." Mr. Kuan reluctantly showed the bottom of the bottle. The bottom of the bottle was engraved with the word "Fenghua". "The treasures from the Fenghua Palace in Kyoto, Li
Madam, this time I am forgiving someone for his mistake, which has disturbed my little lady."
In fact, he felt that he was the only one who was frightened and disturbed, and the little lady in front of him was not at all.
Song Huiyue took the spring vase with a smile and put it into the brocade box with care.
This time she had no worries at all, her heart was very peaceful, and her smile was brighter than Mr. Kuan's.
The next day, the snow stopped, making it a perfect day to go out. Song Huiyue and her party could finally go back home.
In the Dingzhou military camp, Commander Zhongrui and Commander Tingzima are having a competition.
Yin Xiao's position as the capital came too quickly and no one was convinced. Therefore, with this competition, whether it is a hall horse or a soldier in Zhongrui, as long as he can defeat Yin Xiao with bare hands today, he can do it.
This is all over the place.
Yin Xiao stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, emotionless and expressionless. Standing across from him was Liu An, who was in the middle of the hall. At his most heroic, he killed eighteen people in one battle.
Liu An clenched his fists and stared at Yin Xiao, his legs changing positions back and forth, looking for opportunities to take action.
The onlookers held their breath, waiting for his move, but Yin Xiao stood straight like a gun, without even moving his eyes.
Liu An was waiting for an opportunity for Yin Xiao to relax. Just when he thought there was no hope, he saw Yin Xiao suddenly turning his head and looking away from the crowd.
Outside the crowd, Li Jun ran down from the watchtower, beaming with joy.