Dandere General and his Lord

The assassin and his accomplices had been lurking in Zhengzhou for ten days.

They squatted outside the palace where Jinyuehou lived temporarily, dressed in disguise, and walked around among the crowd to investigate the situation.

Although it was wartime, the defense of this palace was not particularly strict on the surface.

But for some reason they have not been able to find any flaws. They contacted several servants who served by Jin Yuehou, but they could not find one that could be bought, and they could not find out the whereabouts of Jin Yuehou.

This kind of situation where everyone is loyal to the lord from top to bottom is rarely encountered.

It can be seen that this Jin Yuehou is indeed a powerful figure, at least he has done a good job in controlling this.

Fortunately, after patiently waiting, these people finally saw Jinyue Hou Cheng Qianyu come out of the palace for the first time.

Do you want to do it? There are not many guards accompanying him, this is an opportunity.

The thin assassin squatted on the ground, staring at the window across the street through the gap in the hat.

He has a rickety back, wrinkled face, and white temples. No matter how you look at it, it's an ordinary toiling people.

No one could tell from his appearance that this was an assassin with countless lives on his hands.

As a veteran assassin, he knows the knack of assassination, the most important thing is to hit a hit.

If it fails once, and is stunned, and will be alert for convenience, it will become more difficult to get the life of the target.

In the past few decades of his life, he has performed countless times for his lord.

His only trick is to be able to "endure" in order to be able to succeed repeatedly and become the leader of the deadpool trusted by the lord.

Once he had been lurking next to a target for five full years, and until he had a fully grasped opportunity, he took a thunderous blow and retreated.

Forget it, it's too hasty, and you shouldn't take risks without full confidence.

He condensed the light that leaked in his eyes, and made a retreat gesture to his disguised companion who was lurking nearby, and then bent over and slowly took care of the burden in front of him.

In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, no one would pay attention to such an inconspicuous merchandiser, he can evacuate calmly.

Maybe he should enter this teahouse before leaving, drink a cup of tea, and observe the preferences of this Jin Yuehou and the people around him.

The moment the assassin bent down, the skin on his back climbed up with a sense of horror, and the instinct of walking on the edge of life and death for many years made his body reflexively hide, avoiding a deadly body. Arrow.

The sharp arrow brushed past his face, cutting off his sideburns, leaving a stinging wound on his face.

Several sharp arrows came one after another, nailing them into the ground where he had just stood, raising a cloud of dust.

The assassin turned over and escaped the successive arrow rain, suddenly raised his head.

His gaze was opposite to a red figure standing in the window of the tea house, the man with a frosty face, did not hesitate to stretch the ape's arm, open the bow and twist the arrow, and the renjuli arrow came again through the air.

The assassin was small but extremely agile, and he rubbed himself to avoid sharp arrows.

At the same time, the hidden short blade showed up, holding up a pair of daggers attacking him from behind.

It was a young woman who attacked him, very young, but very harsh.

This woman uses a pair of short blades to attack the key, both fast and ruthless.

There was no expression on this person's face, but he used all desperate moves, and he didn't defend himself by a single move.

Keen intuition told the assassin that this was a deadpool who had been trained in **** just like himself.

This woman was even more fierce than she was back then, more fierce and not afraid of death.

But after all, he is still too young to be an experienced opponent.

Had it not been for the powerful archer on the window sill, who shot cold arrows one after another, he could have gotten rid of this person quickly.

That archer is a powerful character, shooting every arrow one after another, almost without any interval, but he can shoot all the arrows on his path of retreat.

When it was unavoidable, the assassin was hit by two arrows in a row, and his movements had begun to slow down.

Could it be that my end point will fall in the hands of such a young woman?

The assassin was like a wounded old wolf, before he died, he broke out the most fierce counterattack.

When the pedestrians on the street saw such a change suddenly, they were panicked. There were some who moved and fled, and some who frightened and screamed, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

A horse-drawn carriage ran out of the street corner and immediately jumped off a young man. The young man stubbornly held A Jia's blade to meet the injured assassin.

Cheng Feng stood at the window and shot an arrow through the boy's leg, placing him on the ground.

Through this gap, the injured assassin turned on his horse, swung his knife to block the downstairs, shot down arrows, and drove away.

At the last moment before escaping, he turned his head and glanced at the window of the tea house for the last time. Next to the red guard, stood a sharp-looking man who looked at him indifferently with a pair of eyes that could see through everything.

A Jia is eager to chase.

"A Jia, don't chase it. The public security is the most important thing." Cheng Feng's voice came from the upper floor.

Neither he nor the rest of the guards left Cheng Qianye for half a step to prevent the enemy's sneak attack.

A Jia's eyes fell on the running horse, expressionless, but his heels moved slightly.

"Don't go," Cheng Qianye's voice came from the window sill, "You are also injured. Come back to me as soon as possible."

A Jia stopped his footsteps helplessly, and controlled the struggling teenager.

Why did the lord know what I was thinking?

She was puzzled. The master clearly said that my control over facial expressions was the best that everyone learned.

She touched her face. Have I receded recently?

Soon, the guards patrolling the city arrived, guarding Cheng Qianye and his party back to the palace.

A Jia threw the captured boy in front of Cheng Qianye. The man had a dark face and blood spilled from his mouth, and he had no response.

"The moment he was caught, he took poison." A Jia explained.

Cheng Feng crouched down to check, and shook his head.

Cheng Qianye looked at the young corpse and was very emotional: "This is still so young, so I was sent out as an assassin?"

"All Deadpool and Assassins have been trained since they were young, and they are no longer small if they can come out to work." A Jia replied.

A cut was made on the back of her hand, and red blood beads were dripping down her fingers. This injury is nothing to her. She raised her arm to lick the wound if nothing had happened.

Yao Tianxiang pulled her over, pulled out a bottle of wound medicine from Cheng Qianye's drawer, and put some medicine on her wound.

"I really can't see it at all. You girl is silent on weekdays. I didn't expect to be so agile." Yao Tianxiang took out his handkerchief and wrapped it in A Jia's hand.

"It's all my fault," Yao Tianxiang was a little afraid, "If it weren't for me to go out, I wouldn't have encountered this. Fortunately, Cheng Feng and A Jia are here, otherwise I don't know what will happen."

"Thanks to the master's keenness, he found the assassin in time and avoided the danger." Cheng Feng praised.

In his heart, the lord was wise and wise, and it was normal to see through the assassin at a glance.

A Jia didn't think so. The man today is an assassin who has been trained for a long time and is very experienced.

He is lurking in the crowd, even if he changes to the self who has been trained since childhood, he may not be able to see through his disguise.

How did the lord discover it?

She was itching in her heart, and wanted to ask the lord for advice on this.

But the training she received from her childhood told her that by the lord's side, you should keep a low profile and try to make yourself seem inexistent. This is what a qualified Deadpool should do.

Can't ask questions, she said to herself.

Cheng Qianye looked at the young girl with no expression on her face, but with great curiosity in her heart, and found it very interesting.

But she couldn't explain, so she could only divert the topic.

"Can you find out who sent the assassin?"

Cheng Feng said: "The minister has ordered the entire city to be sealed off, searching for the assassins, hoping to gain something."

A Jia said, "I think they might be from Song Kingdom."

"Song country?" Cheng Qianye was surprised, that weak and timid, defeated by Mo Qiaosheng, who could only cede the land and beg for retreat?

"I'm just guessing," said A Jia, "Song's army is weak, but they pay special attention to the training of deadpool and spies. I heard that their prince Ji Ang has hundreds of deadpools by his side. Most of them are young teenagers and girls, their boss is named Jie, and the rumored appearance is very close to the assassin he encountered today."

"That Jie, I also heard of his name when I was envoy to Song Kingdom." Cheng Feng remembered, he looked up at Cheng Qianye, "Master Zhou Zixi's legs were destroyed by this person."

...

At this moment, Zhou Zixi was sitting on the main hall of Chu Anhou, the king of the Kingdom of Chu.

Zhou Zixi’s old state, Wei State and Chu State, are adjacent to each other.

Before Chu Anhou inherited the title, he had studied in the Wei State and was a close friend of Zhou Zixi, who was young and famous at that time.

At this moment, he looked at the old man who was sitting in a wheelchair and his legs were dead, and he couldn't help but sighed: "Back then, the dog army was raging, and the country of Wei was broken. Our country was also overwhelmed. You never thought that Zixi would suffer such a disaster."

Chu Anhou stood up, came to Zhou Zixi's side, and held his shoulders: "Fortunately, you and my brother still have one day to see you again. Since you have arrived in my country of Chu, don't leave again. I will treat you well."

Zhou Zixi saluted and said: "Duomenghouye carried his love, but now he is a Jin minister. When he came down to Chu, he was ordered by my lord Jinyuehou to invite the Lord to ask for a dog."

Yang Yu, a minister who sat with us in the hall, sneered: "Since we are asking our country to send troops to help, we should send a serious envoy. Isn't your Jin country gone even with a legged man? You have to send a disabled man. I am Chu State."

"Zixi is a lonely friend, and Duke Yang shouldn't be like that." Chu Anhou rebuked symbolically, and turned back to his seat, "You can discuss the dispatch of troops slowly. Zixi comes from afar, and you should take care of it first. After a few days of rest, let me host a banquet for you to catch the wind and dust, and say goodbye."

The attendants accompanying Zhou Zixi were all angrily at seeing Chu Anhou being so negligent.

However, Zhou Zixi was indifferent, as if he couldn't hear Yang Yu and Chu Anhou's contemptuous meaning, he bowed his hands and said, "I have a lot of talents in Jin Dynasty. First, I will fight in Bianjing. The country, taking Zhengzhou, is so strong. Now I, General Mo Qiaosheng, the left general of the Jin Kingdom, has led a 100,000 army to the dog Rong Haojing, why do you need the help of the Chu army? If it weren’t for me, I’m thinking about the old love of the Lord Hou for many years, He specifically asked for orders in front of my lord, he has no intention of sending envoys to Chu."

Chu Anhou asked in surprise: "What does Zixi say?"