When Song Chengxuan entered the inn, it was already getting late.
On the way back from the government office, he happened to meet someone selling wine. He picked up a jug and went into the inn to warm it up immediately. He drank two cups with the guard.
The wine is not strong but warms the belly.
"Leave the night watchers behind and let the rest go back and rest," Song Chengxuan said, "Don't be so careful."
There are differences between men and women, and the female family members all live on the other side. The government leads the Xu family, and the Zhao family's personnel patrol there and guard against them, so that they can enjoy peace and quiet.
After all, it is not clear to the Anyi House and the Guangping House whether their Southeast Song family is an enemy or a friend, just like a noble family would naturally regard the newly rising family as a thorn in their side.
In fact, they have all forgotten that the Great Zhou Dynasty is no longer prosperous. It is no longer possible to maintain the prosperity of the family just relying on the family business left by the ancestors. If they do not have the strength, they will be vulnerable even on the bright appearance.
He had understood this truth as early as when he was ten years old when he led a group of people to fight against pirates and snatched the goods back with a narrow escape.
"It's not very quiet here after all. We need more manpower to protect the young master."
"Do as I say." Song Chengxuan warmed his hands in front of the fire, turned around and walked back to the house.
Soon the yard became quiet.
The wine was a bit over the top, and if I closed my eyes, I would fall asleep immediately.
Song Chengxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took off his boots, and lay on his side on the wooden bed.
There is still the "beep" sound of the burning fire in the yard, which is just right to lull people to sleep.
Song Chengxuan stopped moving and seemed to have fallen asleep.
The moonlight streamed in along the poplar door. Someone slowly pushed the door open and stood quietly in the room. After he carefully identified everything in the room, he took out the dagger in his arms and walked step by step to the bed.
He took advantage of the opportunity to deliver firewood to the inn and hid here. He has been quietly waiting for the opportunity. Although there are guards outside, they always take a nap. What makes him most happy is that when this person came back, he actually brought
Wine, people who drink wine can always sleep more deeply.
When he reached the bed, he raised the dagger in his hand high. After hesitating for a moment, he finally pursed his lips and stabbed the person on the bed.
Just when the dagger was about to sink into the man's body, the man's arm moved, and then there was a "bang" sound, and the dagger hit the blade of the long sword.
The man holding the dagger said "Ah" and felt the pain in the tiger's mouth as if it had been shattered. When he reacted, a long sword was placed on his neck.
He swallowed, plucked up the courage and shouted: "Killing people...someone is going to kill people." Then he twisted his neck and rubbed against the sword's edge.
Almost at the same time, footsteps were heard in the yard, and then someone came in with a lamp.
I saw Song Chengxuan put down the long sword in his hand, and a string of blood beads dripped down his sword body. The person in front of him covered his neck, and his body was swaying as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time.
Zhou Yue was stunned there, her eyes blurred as Li Xu was already walking in front, stretching out his hand to support the injured person.
He was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. His clothes were shabby. He looked dark and thin because he had been working outside all year round. Now his face was covered with a shadow of death, and his eyes were wide open with a look of fear.
, like a trembling leaf, falling from the treetops anytime and anywhere.
Li Xu held the young man in his arms.
The boy's blood dripped on Li Xuyue's white robe.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Yue asked Song Chengxuan with a livid face, "How old is this kid, and you can do it to him."
Song Chengxuan ignored Zhou Yue and took two steps forward. The powerful force coming towards him made Zhou Yue's hind legs weak and couldn't help but step back.
Zhou Yue did not dare to speak any more.
Song Chengxuan squatted down and picked up the "dagger" that fell on the ground. It was obviously a sharp weapon made by the young man himself. It was a handle made of wood, with a piece of iron in the middle. The two sides of the iron were sharpened and looked very rough.
, but it is enough to use it to kill people.
He had long thought that Song was not a good person, so when he saw the scene just now, Zhou Yue immediately felt sorry for the young man. It was only now that he remembered that this was Song's room.
But why would such a poor young man commit murder?
Song must have done something shameful.
Zhou Yue walked to Li Xu to help.
The young man was breathing heavily, like a fish out of water, holding Li Xu tightly with one hand.
"Don't be afraid," Li Xu comforted the young man softly, "Let me see your injury."
The boy's hand covering his neck was trembling, and he could feel blood dripping down his fingers. He stared closely at Li Xu's warm eyes, and finally chose to trust.
Li Xu brought a towel, and when the boy let go, he pressed the towel on the bleeding wound.
The wound was long, but not fatal.
Li Xu couldn't help but raise his head and look at Song Chengxuan. Only by using the sword in his hand very skillfully can he decide a person's life or death in a single thought.
"Sir," the young man looked at Li Xu sincerely, and finally said in a trembling voice, "If you hadn't... come in, I... I would have died by his sword. He is... the one who killed my brother."
The young man pointed at Song Chengxuan.
After saying this, the young man's eyes began to turn red, and his thin body struggled, like a dying beast trying to make a last-ditch effort.
"I will kill him to avenge my brother."
Song Chengxuan threw the dagger that the young man had dropped on the ground, and it landed right in the young man's hand: "I'm afraid it's not easy to kill people with this. When you survive, we can tell you what grudges we have."
After Song Chengxuan finished speaking, he looked at Yong Ye, who immediately took out a bottle of trauma medicine from his arms.
"No," the young man shrank back in resistance. He raised his head and looked at Li Xu, "I would rather die... than use his things... Sir, please save me!"
Li Xu helped the young man sit down on a stool, and Zhou Yue also found the medicine from his luggage and brought it over.
The medicine was dissolved and applied to the wound, and Li Xu wrapped the wound with a cloth. When everything was done, Xu Qingan and Zhao Er entered the door first, followed by Xu Qinghuan.
Xu Qinghuan did not find the situation in the room inappropriate. When the young man faced Li Xu, his eyes flashed with hope and trust, but when he looked at Song Chengxuan, his eyes were full of hatred and fear.
Li Xu's gentleness and thoughtfulness will always make people yearn for it. If there is a person like Li Xu around, they will ask him for help whenever they have difficulties. Li Xu has indeed helped many people.
This is why in his previous life, Li Xu won the support of the people in northern Xinjiang and had a good reputation among Zhou officials, but Song Chengxuan was the ruthless traitor.
"Sir," the young man held Li Xu's arm, "You have to redress my grievances."
"I'm not an adult," Li Xu said softly, "This is not far from the government office. Mr. Wang Yun happens to be here. If you have any grievances, you can explain it to Mr. Wang Yun."