Dandere General and his Lord

Just after a snowfall, the road near the city gate was very difficult to walk when it melted.

But in Zhengzhou, the bustling capital city known as the commercial capital, the streets are still crowded and very lively.

The woodcutters carrying firewood, the merchandisers carrying the shelves, the peasant women sitting in the bullock carts, the soldiers wearing armor and carrying long ge, came and went on the muddy road covered with thin snow.

Crowds flowed in and out, coming in and out of the magnificent city gate.

Because of this flow of people, many vendors gathered on both sides of the road inside the city gate.

Some set up tea stalls, and some sell snacks.

For those who have hurried out of the city or returned from a long distance to rest their feet and cushion their stomachs.

From time to time, one or two carriages used by wealthy people would creak through the mud. The wooden wheels splashed mud, causing pedestrians on both sides to avoid them.

A young man who sold fire was among the vendors on the side of the road. Under the cover of the burden in front of him, he carefully observed every carriage that returned from outside the city.

His name is An, and he is an assassin.

I can't remember my specific age, maybe seventeen or eighteen.

He only knew that there were not many of his companions who could live to his age.

Only one girl from the same group of Deadpool who trained with him survived the cruel test with him.

Their master Jie gave them names. The girl was called Yang and he was called An.

But now, the girl named Ayang is no longer seen.

Ah An stayed on the side of the road for most of the day, feeling a little hungry.

The scent of fire on the load wafted out and penetrated his nostrils, but he never reached out his hand.

The action that is about to start does not allow his stomach to have the food just eaten, which is likely to make him vomit during the violent action.

Even a little mistake in the action will cost him his own life.

Ah An received the message that his goal was coming soon.

The target person this time is a man with disabled legs sitting in a carriage.

The man was a senior official of the Jin country, and he had just returned from an envoy, and his name was Zhou Zixi.

Ah An has heard this name early on.

Once, his only friend Ayang sat next to him and asked, "An, have you ever liked anyone?"

Ah An doesn't understand what like is. There are only two things in his life, to complete the task and continue to live, or the task fails and die.

The partner who grew up in the mud with him since he was a child has a look in his eyes that he can't understand, and his face is reddish: "I like my target. His name is Zhou Zixi."

"You can't do this, you won't live long like this." Ah An said.

"Yes, because I like him, I think I might be dying." Ayang replied softly.

As expected, Ayang died soon.

A An's only friend he could talk to was gone.

There was the sound of a horse-drawn carriage from the road.

Because of the dense flow of people, the carriage slowed down.

Many guards were clustered around the carriage.

After a long journey, I finally arrived at the gate of my country.

The expressions of the guards were obviously relaxed.

They talked relaxedly, discussing where to drink a glass of spirits to relieve fatigue in the evening.

The curtain of the car window was lifted, revealing a pure and elegant face.

This is Ah An's goal.

Ah An didn't hate or like this person, but he wanted to take this person's life.

He has done this kind of thing countless times in exchange for the lives of others for his own survival.

He picked up his burden and walked toward the carriage.

In the noisy street, the teenager and the carriage passed by.

The horse pulling the cart ran up with a long hiss as if it was startled by something, and knocked over the young man carrying the burden of fire.

The golden fire spread all over the ground, and the young man who sold the fire rolled into the mud, holding his leg and screaming in pain.

The carriage was quickly controlled by the guards,

The surrounding crowd gathered around.

A'an rolled on the ground, pretending to be hurt and crying out.

A wheelchair stopped in front of him with a gentleman sitting in the wheelchair.

"How about you little brother? Are you hurt badly?" The man stretched out his hand and asked with concern.

Great, the target actually got out of the car and was about to get close to him.

A An was grateful to himself that he wanted to stop the carriage and wait for the maneuver.

He looked around quietly, and several of his companions were in the crowd of onlookers, winking at him quietly, ready to meet him at any time.

The timing is very good!

Ah An drew out the dagger and stabbed the man close at hand!

Zhou Zixi's guard reacted and pushed a wheelchair violently. The wheelchair slipped on the snow, and Zhou Zixi fell to the ground with him, avoiding the fatal blow.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly rioted.

The crowd pushing for a while blocked Zhou Zixi and his guards.

A'an swung a knife at the man who fell on the snow and stabbed him with limited mobility.

The man raised his head, looking at him with clear eyes.

For some reason, Ayang's voice suddenly rang in A'an's mind.

"Because I like him, I think I'm going to die."

Ayang died for him.

Aim paused for a very brief moment.

Just because of such a moment, a hand stretched out from the diagonal stabbing and grabbed his blade, making him unable to stab anymore.

This is a young girl about his age.

This woman held a short blade, and exchanged ten strokes with him.

Between the masters, only a few moves can know the strength of each other.

Ah An knew that his mission had failed this time, and he could not take the target's life in the hands of this woman.

He struggled to get himself a knife, rushed out of the siege, and escaped.

The girl was A Jia. She lifted up the wheelchair, helped Zhou Zixi who fell in the snow, and placed the person in the wheelchair: "Master Zhou, are you okay?"

"Thank you, I might as well." Zhou Zixi took a breath and calmed down, "Ajia girl, why are you here."

"The lord also encountered an assassin a few days ago. The lord is worried about you. I am here to pick you up." Ajia said, looking up to the front position, "the lord has also come in person."

Not far away, Cheng Qianye was sitting on the horse.

She tightly grasped the rein in her hand, looking at the chaos in front of her, angrily.

If she didn't expect it, or came a step late.

Zhou Zixi, who had just returned to Zhengzhou, would die at his gate, in front of his own eyes.

The assassins were scattered among the crowd and fled.

Countless soldiers of the Jin Kingdom came with their weapons to search for the assassins.

"Immediately close the city gates, the whole city is not allowed to enter, and you must catch the assassin." Cheng Qianye gave the order.

Among the assassins who assassinated Zhou Zixi, there was a very special young man whose color was pure black.

Black without any impurities.

Cheng Qianye has never seen a pure black person.

Obsidian in the sun.

She wanted to find the assassin, find the people behind him, and let them pay their due price for their stupid behavior.

Go back to the palace.

Cheng Qianye sat down in the position with a calm face. She took A Jia's hand and opened her palm. There was a hideous wound across the palm of her hand, and A Jia's hand was dripping with blood.

In a moment of crisis, A Jia used this hand to grab the enemy's blade. Saved Zhou Zixi's life.

Cheng Qianye sprinkled medicine on the wound and bandaged it with his own hands: "I will pass on the military doctor in a while and show you a good look."

A Jia's eyebrows were bent, and a standard smile appeared: "A little injury, the lord does not have to worry about it."

"Obviously it hurts, why do you still laugh?" Cheng Qianye looked up at this girl who was only sixteen or seventeen. She was still so young, but she was accustomed to the pain. She never saw that she was hurt so badly.

"A Jia, people laugh when they are happy. When they are sad, they cry." Cheng Qianye wrapped the bandage around, "You don't have to go against your heart so deliberately. When you are in pain, you You can make yourself painful, and when you are angry, you can make yourself angry."

A Jia froze for a moment and blinked: "But the master told me that no matter what time you should show your real expression, the enemy can't guess your real actions unless you can't see through your expression. Be a qualified person. Deadpool, you don’t need to have your own heart. You don’t need to have your own expression."

Cheng Qianye stopped talking, there was still too much darkness in this world, in a corner she had never seen.

"Master Zhou, who do you think these assassins will be sent?" Cheng Feng asked, "A few days ago, the lord met an assassin. The man was about 40 years old, small in stature, and superb martial arts. Me and Ah Both of A's shots did not leave him behind."

Zhou Zixi pondered for a moment, and then said: "Beside Ji Ang, the prince of the Song State, there is a confidant named Jie, who is very similar in appearance to the assassin you described. Last time we asked Song State to cede the land, Ji Ang He hated me to the bone. With his aura, it is indeed possible to plan this despicable thing."

He recalled the girl Ayang who died for him, feeling sad: "The boy who was assassinated today also reminds me of an old person of mine. Although they have different looks, they have many similar qualities. That person It is a dead waiter of Song State."

The season of falling snow is the most difficult time of the year for the poor.

Even in a relatively prosperous city like Zhengzhou, it is inevitable that there are many refugees who lack food, clothing, and shelter.

In the Xicheng District, where the slums gather, there are dilapidated shacks that cannot withstand the wind and snow.

A seventeen or eighteen year old boy hurriedly walked through the snow.

He was so black, his hair was knotted, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He was wearing a shabby cotton-padded coat, holding a piece of cooking cake in his hand, and gnawing while walking.

At the root of the wall there was a hungry little beggar, looking at the half of the cooking cake in his hand, swallowing enviously.

In the end, he still couldn't stand the temptation of hunger, and raised the broken bowl in his hand to stop the young man who was much older than him.

"Brother, give it a bite, give it a bit. I'm really hungry."

The young man kicked the iron basin away, and saw the broken basin rolling on the ground, making a rustling noise, as if he had done something funny, he laughed.

The little beggar picked up his pot disappointedly. He was so hungry that he panicked.

If the half of the cooking cake can be eaten by him, he would rather be beaten.

Even though he knew in his heart, even if it was a beating, the pie would not fall into his hands.

With a slap, half of the cake fell into his basin. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, quickly picked up the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you." He whimpered and thanked with a runny nose.

He raised his head and saw that the young man had already walked away and waved his back inadvertently.

A carriage came slowly from the corner of the street.

A corner of the curtain lifted, and a cold voice came out.

"That person, grab him."

The little beggar was horrified to see a red guard standing in the car. The man opened his bow as an arrow, and the sharp arrow hit the young man who had just divided his cook.

The young man hit an arrow in his back and fell down a bit, but quickly turned over and ran forward.

The red guards fired two arrows in succession, piercing the boy's legs and putting him on the ground.

Countless soldiers surged from the street, pinning the young man who was struggling to escape to the ground and binding him up.

A Jia jumped from Cheng Qianye's carriage and said coldly: "Gang his mouth and don't let him commit suicide. Take him back and interrogate carefully."