Because of the existence of this man named Yi Xiaotian, Wei Xi realized that if he could not get rid of him as soon as possible, the Wei family might not be able to sit firmly in the Chang'an area, let alone go to Xiangyang or Xudu.
Wei Xi used a total of eighty strong swordsmen and axemen to ambush in every corner of the mansion during the banquet - but these group of swordsmen were definitely not the ones who wanted to attack Yi Xiaotian...
If there were so many swordsmen and axemen in the Wei Mansion rushing out in the middle of the banquet for no reason, even a fool could see that his intentions were evil.
But if there is a reason and these swordsmen can play the role of fishing in troubled waters, then the assassination of Yi Xiaotian will become quite easy to handle.
so--
The swordsman was not to deal with Yi Xiaotian, or in other words, not to deal with Yi Xiaotian directly. The killer bribed by Wei Xi just wanted to create some chaos during the banquet.
Wei Xi could then naturally ask the swordsman to come out to protect Yi Xiaotian.
It is precisely because of the large number of people - a total of eighty people. After the banquet was held in the main pavilion of the Wei Mansion, apart from the scholars attending the banquet, eighty big men were squeezed in. It would be a chaos.
When the swordsmen appear, they will follow Wei Xi's instructions and follow the pre-rehearsed drill to surround Yi Xiaotian - and this is the time when the plan will be revealed.
Yes--
Wei Xi's real killing move is actually the invisible killer hidden among the guests.
——
The night before the banquet, many scholars in Chang'an City were excited to see the true face of Pang Degong, and many of them lost sleep while tossing and turning.
But there are also some people who are unable to sleep because they have different tasks during the banquet the next day, or they are nervous or anxious.
Yan Huai is such a person.
Perhaps only a few people in the entire Chang'an City knew about what he was worried about.
Lying on the bitterly cold bed, Yan Huai opened his eyes and looked straight at the empty beams.
It was pitch black there, but in Yan Huai's eyes, tomorrow's most glorious moment in his life was constantly being played out.
"Young Master, you saved my life ten years ago. Now it's time for Yan Huai to repay the favor..."
Yan Huai is a useless scholar. Why do you say he is useless?
The main reason is that he really doesn't have much talent in reading and has spent half his life immersed in the books of sages. All his classmates and friends have more or less achieved their own fame and achievements, but he is the only one who has achieved great success in these ten years of confusion.
, accomplishing nothing, and having no relatives or friends may be his biggest characteristics. Apart from that-a dilapidated yard, an old yellow dog, and a stone table polished for writing, that is all he has in life.
Ten years ago, the Li Guo Rebellion caused the Guanzhong region to suffer perhaps the most horrific destruction since the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
There are corpses scattered thousands of miles away, and people dying of hunger are everywhere. This is no exaggeration to describe the Chang'an area.
Ten years ago, Yan Huai, who was still a fledgling young student, lost all his relatives and friends during his studies and ended up on the verge of starving to death.
It was Wei Xi who saved him, and he saved him casually. Perhaps that was when Wei Xi was at his most energetic, and his extra kindness made Yan Huai follow Wei Xi wholeheartedly.
but…
He is a useless scholar.
In troubled times, unless one has the talent of a crouching dragon, the fate of scholars will inevitably be bleak.
Wei Xi raised him as a dead soldier, but it was hard to imagine what tasks Yan Huai would have the opportunity to carry out one day.
But this time, after ten years of hard work, Yan Huai, an idiot, only learned one move, but this move was enough to kill someone.
He touched a dagger under his pillow and kept reciting the Heart-Cleaning Mantra that he received from a wandering Taoist priest——
"Go to sleep, sleep peacefully for the last time."
Tomorrow... with the cooperation of everyone, he will sneak into the banquet and become a dispensable scholar - but he is not going to drink, he is going to kill, kill a person named Yi Xiaotian -
-This person has a grudge against his benefactor.
Perhaps the most ironic thing is that Yan Huai has been reading books all his life, but in the end, when this life was almost the last performance, he lived like his dream.
But who cares about him?
In troubled times, everyone has too much time to take care of themselves. They are equally miserable and tired. If they die, they will die. The difference is that some are buried and some are not buried.
——
Early next morning.
The rooster crows——
Except for the host and guest of the banquet, all the scholars seemed to be quite excited.
They rushed to the door of the Wei Mansion early in the morning - even the concierge of the Wei Mansion hadn't gotten up yet, so they rubbed their hands nervously and waited where they were.
"That's Mr. Pang De!"
"I never thought in my life that I would be able to meet Mr. Pang De one day..."
"To tell you the truth, if the eldest young master of the Wei family hadn't arranged this banquet, I would have thought that Mr. Pang De was just a fictional character in people's mouths..."
"Hey! But I heard that Yi Xiaotian, the owner of a villa outside the city, seems to have a close relationship with Mr. Pang De... Some people say that Mr. Pang De followed the eldest young master of the Wei family just to find Mr. Yi.
Those who came all the way from Xiangyang to Changan..."
"Hazard... If this is really the case, the owner of Villa Yi happened to post a lot of notices in the city, and it seems that he is quite welcoming people in the city to come and stay in the Villa - do you want to try it? In case there is a chance to see him often
If you go to Pang Degong, it will be worth it..."
The scholars had swept away the aloof and aloof feeling in the past, and when they talked about topics of interest, such as Pang Degong, everyone turned into gossips, talking about something in groups, which made the mansion want to rest more.
Wei Xi didn't have this chance for a while.
Fuzhong——
Wei Tie struggled to get up from the bed...his eyes were dull and he was suffering from a splitting headache due to the chattering noise outside the house.
In addition, he actually didn't sleep well last night, and an unknown anger rushed into his heart. Wei Xi yelled and asked the concierge to chase people away.
"What's the noise outside! What time is it! Are they just in a hurry to drink? Get them all away! Get away!"
This is something I can't blame Wei Xie for. The banquet was in the evening. He came to his house so early in the morning and screamed that no one could keep calm——
After the small episode, the situation in the Wei Mansion was finally restored.
Everyone in the Wei Mansion began to step up the final preparations, including the group of swordsmen and axemen, and...
After washing up, Wei Xi sat upright in the main hall and drank the brewed Dahongpao, but because of the irritability in his heart, he could not taste the fragrance of the tea.
After holding it for a moment, he put it down again——
"Chief Nie, are you sure enough about what happened today? You don't need to hurt anyone, but it's no less difficult to move freely in a chaotic house than to kill someone..."
Wei Xi spoke because he had just seen the killer he hired sitting in a corner not far away. Although he was also startled, Wei Xi was quite satisfied with this man's concealment skills.
Only a hoarse voice was heard:
"Jiejie - Mr. Wei only needs to pay the money, and there is no need to worry about the rest... If it cannot be done, according to the rules of our industry, we will not only pay the money, but my life will also be paid.
you…"
"That's great. Let's watch Chief Nie tonight!"
Before he finished speaking, Wei Xi noticed that the figure originally standing in the corner had now disappeared... Before he knew it, Wei Xi had a few more drops of cold sweat on his forehead.
