Four hundred and thirtieth chapters move the knife
"Yes," Song Huiyue took a bite of the egg, which was so hot that it rolled in her mouth twice, "I can't tell the difference between good and evil. If you want to gain trust in front of me, all you need to do is imitate Zhang Rui.
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"Zhang Rui is not simple." Li Jun also shivered because of the heat.
Song Huiyue smiled: "It's nothing more than obedience. There is no national affairs, no people, no country or country in mind. Just obedience is enough."
She blew the eggs again and again, holding them in her hands without daring to move rashly.
Li Jun swallowed it whole, and drank a cup of tea eagerly: "One more thing, before anything or anyone, consider me first."
Then he was afraid that Yin Xiao wouldn't understand, so he elaborated: "If you want to kill Yue today, you have to use the knife."
Yin Xiao nodded sharply: "I'll stab him to death."
Li Jun immediately recognized that "he" was Jin Shang, and looked at Song Huiyue: "Is it too late to return to Dingzhou now? I don't want to rebel, he will hurt me."
"It's too late," Song Huiyue sipped her eggs, "You can wait for the prisoner."
Li Jun sighed and stopped talking nonsense to Yin Xiao.
The three people were sitting and warming themselves by the fire. The whole yard was quiet, but the streets were very lively. Not far away was the Zhouqiao Night Market. Operators began to appear in Zhouqiao. The vendors carried burdens and kept shouting. There was a seller.
The sound of the sugar water is very loud, and it seems to be selling lychee water.
Li Jun leaned down comfortably, and the candied haws on the table exuded a sweet smell. Song Huiyue moved her mouth, eating the candied haws like a rabbit.
Yin Xiao lay on the table, made a circle with his arms, buried his head in it, turned his face to Song Huiyue, and chewed the candied haws, sugar coating, hawthorn, and the core that Song Huiyue fed in his mouth.
Crush between teeth and swallow into abdomen.
Li Jun looked at it with greedy eyes, picked up one and tasted it, and felt that the sugar coating seemed to be melting, so he quickly picked up the others and sent them to the kitchen.
There are only the cook and the laundry lady in the kitchen. The cook is standing in front of the stove, holding a huge piece of dough in her hand, and is dividing it into small portions to make a big dumpling. The laundry lady is sitting in front of the stove, carefully
A cloak that burns the moon in the Song Dynasty.
After getting the candied haws on a stick, the two of them thanked each other, saying that they had not tasted this thing for many years, and ate it with great interest - it was not that they could not afford candied haws on a stick, but that a person who supports his family had to save any penny he had for his children and grandchildren.
Flowers are never spent on yourself.
Li Jun took a look at the dumpling filling and saw that it was pork, green onions, and a lot of fat. He told the cook that the eldest lady in the family didn't like to eat it, and there was a fish in the tank. He killed the fish and cooked a fish for her in the evening.
The cook quickly agreed, and Li Jun walked back to the main room, where he saw Song Huiyue and Yinxiao still nestling lazily, not moving, and he couldn't help but yawn.
All love, hate, and resentment become longer and longer in the warm firelight, and the mind relaxes. Only one less snow makes the days more quiet.
The snow started falling during dinner time.
The cook brought the dinner into the main room. The dumplings were all white and were served in two large basins, and three small bowls were filled with dumpling soup, with salt and pepper in them. As Li Jun took a bite of each dumpling,
She brought over another plate of spicy fish soup.
The three of them all concentrated on eating this time, sweating from the tips of their noses. When they were full and drunk, the three of them rested separately. Yinxiao sat in the east wing with a belly full of dumplings.
He didn't light a fire or light a lamp.
The room was plunged into dim light. Li Jun had arranged all the tables, chairs and benches. They were neat and clean. He did not destroy the cleanliness, but moved a chair to sit by the window.
He took out the fire stick from his arms, replaced the fork pole, and opened the window to a very small gap.
The cold wind came in through the cracks, became flat and sharp, and whizzed towards Yinxiao, trying to scrape off a layer of his skin.
He didn't move and stared out the window quietly.
The chair was cold and hard, unlike the soft cushions in the main room, but he could sit still, and not only could he sit still, he always held a sharp knife in his right hand.
There were still lights in Li Jun's room outside the window, and Li Jun's shadow was reflected on the window paper. He was enjoying himself having two drinks. After drinking, the lights were turned off.
The concierge Lao Zhang closed the door early and went to bed, turning a deaf ear to the shouts coming from the street.
There was no firelight in Song Huiyue's house, so no one could spy on what the people inside were doing.
Gradually, the night market quieted down, and everything returned to silence. The third watch had passed, and the only ones still wandering around in the windy and snowy night were the sneaks.
Yinxiao sees in all directions, listens in all directions, and thinks of nothing.
He doesn't have so many thoughts or feelings. His goal in life is to follow Song Huiyue. Anyone who blocks his goal is an enemy.
A piece of snowflake drifted in along the cold wind and blew into Yinxiao's eyes. Yinxiao blinked and did not reach out to rub it, but stared at a figure falling from the wall into the yard.
A camellia fell to the ground completely, making a thrilling sound in the quiet night.
The figure also held a sharp knife in his hand, and his toes were facing the main room. His eyes scanned the main room, the east wing, and the west wing. Then he changed the direction of his toes and faced the east wing.
Two feet stepped forward, the distance of each step was the same, silently, approaching the front of Yinxiao Gate.
The blade of the knife was inserted, the door bolt was pushed open, and the door was pushed open from the outside in.
The door shaft is old, and it makes a harsh "creep" sound at the slightest movement. After the sound, the strong wind rushed in, swirling around everything in the room, and the hem of Yin Xiao's clothes instantly made a flapping sound in the wind.
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The moment the hem of his clothes was blown by the wind, the image of the person who was still standing outside the door was blown by the wind. In the blink of an eye, he was blown in front of Yin Xiao, and the sharp knife stabbed Yin Xiao's heart without hesitation.
Suddenly, Yin Xiao slipped from the chair, nimbly avoiding the tip of the knife, and at the same time raised his leg upwards and kicked the person in the crotch.
The bronze crane clamped his legs, and his blue-grey face showed no emotion at all. His body was still alive, but his soul was dead, or he was afraid of being hurt and hid in a place where he could never come out again.
The knife in his hand continued to stab down, quickly, accurately, and harshly, to punish the betrayer.
Escape, betrayal, and failure are all punishable, except death.
When the sharp knife was only one finger away from Yin Xiao's face, Yin Xiao pinched Tong He's wrist with his left hand, and the sharp knife in his right hand scratched Tong He's neck.
Tonghe tilted his head back to avoid the blow, and the two silently hit him from the window to the door. Yinxiao suddenly dodged out of the door and came to the yard.
The house is full of new furniture, and it would be bad if it was damaged by beating.
The yard was empty, and Xue Xia became more and more anxious, blowing Yin Xiao's hair, revealing his fierce and powerful face.
Tonghe followed closely and rushed towards him. They clashed their sharp knives several times, but neither of them succeeded. Their attacks became more and more fierce, and both knives were curled.
Dropping the knife, the two used fists and kicks instead.
Yinxiao's fists and kicks were smart and straightforward, beating out like wild beasts, each blow carrying a heavy sound of wind, forcing Tonghe back to the corner, and then kicked Tonghe in the head - in the lesson he had received, death
The soldier couldn't retreat even half a step, so this kick would definitely crush Tonghe's head.