Chapter 244 The cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming
Kono Sanliang was so painful that she burst into tears. She used to be a delicate little princess, and she had not even been injured since she was a child.
Just now, she knocked Li Qinzai away and got stabbed. She did it completely subconsciously and didn't think much about it in the blink of an eye.
Even if she became a slave, she still held the people and subjects of the Japanese country in her heart. The princess's background destined her to bear this responsibility.
Feeling the pain on his shoulders, and thinking about his own wandering life experience, and the unfortunate fate of the subjugated princess, Kono Sanarao cried more and more sadly.
Li Qinzai glanced at her. The incident happened suddenly, and it was only now that he vaguely knew that she had saved him.
I was moved in my heart, but I couldn't express it in words. From the day Kono Sanliang followed him, although Li Qinzai didn't regard her as an enemy, he didn't regard her as a human either.
Did this hozen take the wrong medicine today? Why did you save him, the enemy who destroyed the country?
After thinking about it for a while, Li Qinzai gradually understood.
The clansmen and subjects of the Japanese country are like a sword hanging over her head.
A noble background actually has more shackles. She is destined to be unable to live for herself in this life. She can sacrifice her life for anything, but not for herself.
The masked assassin was surrounded and unable to fly.
Just now in the mourning hall, he felt very confident when he stabbed out with the knife. At that time, Li Qinzai's back was turned to him, there was no protection in the mourning hall, and Li Qinzai's attention was completely attracted by the fighting outside the hall.
Such a God-given opportunity was unexpectedly destroyed by a woman.
If it hadn't been for that woman's hard bump, Li Qinzai would have become a corpse at this moment, and he would have fled away.
There is only a thin line between success and failure.
Trapped in a tight siege, with no chance of survival. The masked assassin's eyes showed a fierce light. While he was hastily blocking, he raised his eyes and glanced at Li Qinzai and Kono Sanliang in the distance. The fierce light in his eyes gradually dimmed and turned into despair.
As soon as the handle of the knife was turned, the assassin suddenly placed the blade across his neck, then with a decisive stroke, he fell silently and died.
From the assassination of Li Qinzai to his death by suicide, the assassin never said a word.
Liu Asi and Buqu who surrounded him suddenly looked annoyed.
"You bastard, he is actually a dead soldier!" Liu Asi cursed bitterly.
After speaking, Liu Asi hurriedly walked to Li Qinzai and glanced at the four cannon fodder assassins on the ground.
Two of the four assassins died, and two of them were knocked over and seriously injured. Sanryo Tono could clearly see that the salesman Fujiwara Ishitoshi, who met her in the forest yesterday, was still breathing. He was stabbed in the chest, and there was blood.
The gurgling flow flowed out, and he lay on his back on the ground, the light in his eyes getting darker and darker.
Liu Asi stood in front of Li Qinzai with his head bowed, and said shyly: "Fifth Young Master, the masked assassin is dead. The one who killed him was probably a soldier raised by some family, otherwise he would not have died so happily and simply."
Li Qinzai felt it was a pity that the masked assassin might know a lot, and he was the protagonist of this assassination.
From the veteran going to the city to see a doctor, eating pot helmets, riding an ox cart back to the village, to passing away, holding funerals, inviting monks, etc., all of this is actually just a foreshadowing, all for the sake of the masked assassin hiding under the coffin.
A chance for a killing blow.
And Li Qinzai is really lucky.
If it weren't for Kono Sanliang standing next to him, it would be time to set up a mourning hall in the Li family courtyard at this moment...
Pointing to the two cannon fodder assassins who were still breathing on the ground, Li Qinzai said: "Can they be saved?"
Liu Asi took a quick look, then shook his head: "I can't survive, there is no hope."
Li Qinzai sighed and rubbed his face vigorously: "After doing this for a long time, I almost lost my life, but in the end, you didn't leave a single person alive. It's really amazing..."
Liu Asi said shyly: "Fifth Young Master, I'm sorry, but I really didn't care so much when I took action. I couldn't spare my hand."
"Forget it, I don't blame you, could you see their approach when you started?"
Liu Asi thought for a while, pointed to the four assassins outside the hall and said: "These four people should be Japanese people. They hold the handle with both hands and use wide open and wide to chop and stab. They are learning from our Tang army."
I learned the skill of killing enemies with a sword, but I learned it half-baked, and it looks awkward."
Li Qinzai nodded, pointed at the masked assassin who committed suicide, and said, "Where is he?"
Liu Asi's expression suddenly became solemn and he said: "This man is definitely not from the Japanese country. His sword skills are strange and changeable. They are typical assassin sword skills. He knows how to be patient and lurking before striking. When he strikes, he is decisive and ruthless. He can't miss a single blow."
He planned to fly away, but we stopped him..."
"In the end, there was no hope of escaping, so he decisively committed suicide. He was not only an assassin, but also a dead soldier. These days, powerful families have more or less raised some dead soldiers. He should be the origin of a powerful or aristocratic family in our Tang Dynasty."
Li Qinzai glanced at him appreciatively.
He was able to analyze so many clues when he started. Liu Asi was indeed quite capable. He was able to serve as a team leader in the Duke's Mansion and was in charge of about fifty people. This guy was very good at everything.
Next to him, Satura Tono had stopped crying, and his red eyes were fixedly staring at Fujiwara Ishiri lying on his back.
Li Qinzai walked over, looked her over, and said, "Does it still hurt? I've called for a doctor. Please bear with it."
Kono Sanliang hummed, but still stared at Fujiwara Ishiri with sad eyes.
Li Qinzai followed her gaze and frowned: "Do you know him?"
Kouno Zanliang hesitated for a moment and said: "Yes, I met him in the mountains and forests yesterday. He advised me to assassinate you inside and outside, but I... refused."
Li Qinzai asked again: "He is from Japan? What is his origin?"
Tomono Sanliang said honestly: "He is Nakatomi Kamazu's retainer, and his surname is Fujiwara..."
Li Qinzai's eyes flashed with light: "You...do you think you have completely abandoned the darkness and turned to the light?"
Kono Sanliang choked up and said: "I, my slave, only ask the Fifth Young Master to spare my subjects of Yamato. They are innocent. Those who seek revenge, they have experienced the hatred of destroying their country and their family, and they can be forgiven in the end."
Li Qinzai was noncommittal.
The two countries have different positions, so we cannot tell right from wrong. Each has its own reasons.
From Li Qinzai's point of view, whoever comes to kill him is an enemy, and if he is an enemy, he must die.
This principle is applicable to both ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.
Fujiwara Ishiri, who was lying on his back, began to breathe rapidly. He tried his best to open his mouth wide and greedily grabbed the air, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and he was dying before his eyes.
Li Qinzai stepped forward, squatted in front of Fujiwara Ishiri, looked at him carefully, and then leaned down and whispered softly in his ear.
"Fujiwara-san, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fujiwara Ishiri twitched all over and finally died.
Standing up, Li Qinzai said coldly: "Ah Si, in the name of the British government, send someone to Honglu Temple in Chang'an to urge you. I was almost assassinated by the Japanese today. When will the poison of the envoy from the Tang Dynasty disappear? Let them hurry up and repatriate the envoy from the Tang Dynasty." ."
"yes!"
Kono Sanliang stared at him with complicated eyes.
Li Qinzai said calmly: "Don't look at me like this. If you save me, I can spare the Japanese subjects and not implicate them or kill them indiscriminately. But the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty must be driven out of the Tang Dynasty."
Konono Zanliang bit his lower lip, endured the severe pain in his shoulder and squatted down to salute: "On behalf of my subjects, I would like to thank Fifth Young Master for surviving."
Li Qinzai smiled: "I also thank you for your grace of survival. From now on, you don't have to do the rough work of a servant. You can stay with me and be a happy and relaxed little Baga."
Turning to look at Liu Asi, Li Qinzai said in a deep voice: "Today's assassination is unusual. It feels like it is the cooperation of two groups. One of them is the envoy to Tang Dynasty who stayed in the Tang Dynasty, and the other group does not know who it is. Obviously the envoy to Tang Dynasty It was taken advantage of by another group of people, and this matter must be investigated clearly."
Liu Asi said bitterly: "The villain can do it, but the investigation is really hard..."
Li Qinzai thought for a while and said: "Send someone to ask Song Sen from Baiqisi to come over. Let the professional people do the professional things."
Just as he was talking, he saw Cui Jie holding Qiao'er in the distance, staggering towards him.
Cui Jie's face was red, her expression was flustered, and she completely lost the demeanor of a lady from an aristocratic family.
Li Qinzai hurriedly came forward. Before Cui Jie could speak, he covered Qiao'er's eyes and said with a smile: "Don't say anything, go home first."
Cui Jie looked at the bloody scene inside and outside the mourning hall, as well as several corpses lying on the ground, her pretty face suddenly turned pale, she turned around and walked back without saying a word while holding Qiao'er in her arms.
Qiao'er's eyes were always covered by Li Qinzai. He thought his father was joking with him and giggled innocently.
Cui Jie's expression was solemn. Looking at Li Qinzai's injured right arm, Cui Jie's eyes turned red. She felt so distressed that she wanted to cry, but she held it back.