Chapter 6 The root of the root ()

"Little... Miss? Why, why?" Xiaoman was still holding blood in his mouth at this time, and his speech was still a little unclear. But at this moment, Xiaoman didn't care about this at all, and just vaguely spit out the words in his throat, splashing the corners of his mouth with red eyes.

"Why?" Su Jin looked down at the candlelight, and a hint of fatigue appeared in his phoenix eyes.

After a while, Su Jin let out a sigh of relief, then looked up at Xiaoman, who looked pale, but his expression faintly revealed a stubborn look and said, "You have been by my side for more than seven years. Although you are called the master and servant, you are like a sister in private. Therefore, how can I not know what you like, what you hate, and what you want?"

Seeing that Xiaoman still looked stubborn, Su Jin sighed again, and the tired expression on his face became heavier.

"Three days ago, Wang Dong went to find you privately and gave you a golden phoenix hairpin. Is this a matter?" As he spoke, Su Jin looked at Xiaoman's left hand, which was gradually tightened, and there was a little blood at this time.

"At noon today, after we came back from Wenyuan Pavilion, you secretly turned back again. I'm afraid you'll go see him..." Su Jin said this, with a little choking in his voice, and he seemed to be sad and couldn't continue to say it anymore.

"No matter whether you really love that prince or envy the glory and wealth in the palace, these are all small matters. If you really have the will, I think how could I stop you because of the sisterly relationship in the past?" Su Jin's eyes were filled with tears, and his tears were only staring at Xiaoman's body, which was already trembling. His tone turned from soft to hard, and gradually became tough.

"It's a pity that you were fascinated by ghosts. You actually wanted to join the eldest prince Wang to assassinate Mr. Tan to be imprisoned!" Su Jin said this, and suddenly calmed down again, and his tone became dull again: "But you don't know that when I was young, I had seen a face once by Yiren, saying that I was miserable when I was young. When I was young, I would be despaired in the future. Naturally, my wife is noble by her husband, and she will be in no disaster or disaster in her life, and she will be noble without words."

"When I bet with Tan Zong half a month ago, it was just a hindrance to those children's faces. But when I met Tan Zong again a few days ago, I already felt that I was destined to be with him. Today, I have not released the results, but I have already realized that I was moving the Red Luan Star, and Tan Zong then got the Central Asian Yuan.

Then I thought about it carefully and recalled the adventure of childhood. I wanted to tell you a little bit in detail so that you can rest assured, just wait to be a sister to me in the future, but you did this with me on your back! If someone hadn't secretly reported the news, I would have been kept in the dark by you."

Speaking of this, Su Jin seemed to remember something, sighed dejectedly, and said, "It's fate? It's fate? Alas, what's the use of telling you this now? I'm afraid you're already in a deep quagmire and can't extricate yourself. If you can trust me, you will take the silver from the wing room and leave the city and go back to your hometown tomorrow. Otherwise, if you participate again, you will have no way to look back. I'm afraid this bloody disaster will be inevitable, and life and death are still unknown."

"Haha...hehe...hahaha!"

Amid laughter, Xiaoman raised his right hand forward, pointed his index finger directly at Su Jin, and said sternly: "Miss, I also said what good ideas do you have to solve the disaster of the crazy life today, but he didn't expect that he would rely on such false words as ghosts and gods, and he would be extremely misty!"

Speaking of this, Xiaoman seemed to think of something, and a sarcastic look suddenly appeared on his face: "It's a waste of my usual look at you, thinking you are Zhuge, a woman who is not alive, but unexpectedly, it's such a person! I think you are just some attainments in the musical direction, so how can you be called a great master? Just wait for you to enter the palace in the future and let the prince see your face clearly, and you will naturally abandon your shoes!"

"Oh, it's true that's what that person said." Su Jin shook his head and smiled bitterly, and his phoenix eyes looked out the window with a little blurred look, but he refused to say anything to Xiaoman again. Su Jin raised his sleeves again, rolled up a breeze, and directly blew out the only fire wax in the room.

In the black, Xiaoman, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, gradually drifted away, and only Su Jin's words came into the wind: "It's better if you don't regret it..."

In Nanjing Prefecture, Tan Zong looked at the jars of wine piled up in the corner of the wall with some suspicion, and couldn't help but feel a little strange. Just as he was thinking about it carefully, a whistling sound of a whistling wind suddenly came from behind him. He was shocked. Tan Zong was not careful and made a mistake, but he tripped by the threshold in front of the room.

This fall was a coincidence. Although it was inevitable that it would fall and chew on the shit, it also avoided the sneak attack behind him. By the way, Tan Zong lifted his right foot and hit the opponent in some unknown part.

I could hear a muffled sound from behind, as if something like a stick fell to the ground.

At this time, Tan Zong was already sweating after being caught off guard. However, even though Tan Zong was a little flustered and his hands and feet were a little disobedient, his heart became calmer.

With many movies and TV bases, Tan Zong knew that this was not a good time to turn back, nor was hesitant to climb forward, and he endured the pain on his face, but he twisted his waist and rolled around the threshold for a few times.

This twist of waist immediately saved Tan Zong's life.

While Tan Zong rolled, he saw a man dressed in black, one foot outside, and the other foot stepped into the house, just like riding a foot-high threshold. The man in black was holding a shiny dagger in his hand. As he raised his hand, he had stabbed Tan Zong three or four times in his legs, but he didn't expect that Tan Zong would hide from him.

The man in black was also very anxious. Seeing that Tan Zong was getting further and further away, he could not stab Tan Zong with a dagger, so he quickly moved a few steps towards Tan Zong.

If you say this is a common plot in movies and TV. If an assassin fails to assassin, he will always use some stupid moves in critical situations, such as this now - you said that you are holding a sharp weapon, and there is a sharp weapon to hit the ground outside the door. Why bother to hurry up for a while? You have to go forward so desperately. If you meet a lazy opponent, it won't be fine. If you want to meet someone calm, then you are really looking for death!

Of course, Tan Zong was not a fool, and he was a fighter in college because of his family's power. He was extremely calm at this time. Therefore, when he saw the man in black approaching, he kicked him without thinking.

Otherwise, Tan Zong calmed down, he didn't kick the person in the body, but kicked him directly at the other party's foot that was straddled in the room.

This is another big trick by Brother Assassin.

You should know that the threshold is usually extremely inconspicuous. When everyone gets used to it, they raise their legs and take a step, and naturally passes by. But it’s different now. The assassin is kicking inside, one foot outside, and half-hunching his body, and his butt is raised high from the back. It’s extremely difficult to control the balance. Now that Tan Zong kicks this way, the balance can no longer be controlled, and he suddenly falls into it.

Tan Zong is actually lying down now, so the strength on his legs is not enough. Otherwise, with Tan Zong's efforts to even feed his breasts, he will be directed towards the relatively fragile shin, and he will be afraid that he will kick the assassin off his leg with one kick. But at this moment, he can barely kick the person down, which is a blessing to help him.

Now that I saw the assassin fall down, according to the normal people's ideas, I naturally got up first. After all, it is much more convenient to pick up a knife, a stick, or a bad move. But in fact, if you really think so, you would be wrong!

You know, the opposite side is an assassin, and his hand is also a serious weapon. If you have time to stand up, the opponent will naturally stand up. At that time, it will look convenient for you, but the opponent will be even more convenient for you. Could it be that you can still beat the opponent with a weapon with bare hands?

So, the most important thing at this moment is to take advantage of the chaos to rush forward, and maybe you will punch the master to death.

Tan Zong is naturally smart, and maybe he didn't think so much at all. Anyway, Tan Zong saw the assassin being kicked to the ground by himself, and then he turned over and pressed over with the situation.

As soon as he rode on the assassin, the assassin also woke up. Without thinking about it, he slashed Tan Zong's arm towards him. Tan Zong's temper was also a donkey. He didn't care about the dagger that the assassin scratched his arm, and raised his butt. After sitting again, the assassin immediately bent his whole body like a cooked shrimp.

Speaking of which, this move is similar to the Taishan top, but more of it is still learned from Tan Zong's nephew in later generations. This child is naughty and likes to jump around like a rider like this. No matter who it is, no one does not hurt. Anyway, whoever tries will know. Now that Tan Zong is putting this assassin on this, he has put a lot of effort into his butt. No matter how much this assassin doesn't hurt, he will naturally be in trouble!

However, at this time, the assassin was still very ethical. The dagger in his right hand seemed to be unable to hold it anymore, and he even pulled it towards Tan Zong, but he was suddenly caught by Tan Zong and twisted it again. With a crisp sound, the dagger fell from the assassin's hand to the ground.

"So easy?" Tan Zong, who felt a little strange, didn't think too much, picked up the dagger and shouted muffled: "I want to die and live?"

Tan Zong pressed the assassin's neck with a dagger again. With a gentle pressure, the sharp blade pulled a shallow hole on the assassin's neck.

It is estimated that few people have tried the feeling of a cold iron tool pressing against their necks, especially when the neck is easily cut. Except for the protagonists in the movie and TV, no ordinary person can survive this pressure.

This assassin is naturally an ordinary person. He was very tough at first, but after being suppressed by the dagger, he was immediately panicked and begged for mercy: "Good man, spare your life, good man! I say everything, I say everything."

Seeing the assassin feel good, Tan Zong sighed unconsciously.

When I mentioned it earlier, Tan Zong seemed so brave, but in fact, only Tan Zong himself knew how dangerous it was. If he hadn't been able to remain calm for a difficult time and hadn't been sober, he would have been beaten outside the door from the beginning.

Moreover, at this moment, Tan Zong felt that he was not completely out of danger. Judging from the other party's methods, the ambush here is just one of the links. I am afraid there are still methods behind it. If I can't figure it out, I am afraid it will be even more dangerous.

"Say, tell me what you know about tonight!" He pulled his hand and pulled off the black scarf covered by the assassin. With the candle in the house, Tan Zong looked at the assassin's face. When he saw the assassin's appearance, he was shocked.

The assassin's face was thin, and a handful of gray goat whiskers were tightly pressed against his neck. A pair of hanged ghost-like eyes were looking at Tan Zong in horror. Moreover, the assassin's hair was now scattered, and his whole image was not like an assassin. It was clearly a dilapidated house who had been studying for several years. Dingtian was the accountant of which company.

The assassin's life was now held in his hand by Tan Zong, so he didn't dare to say too much. He quickly said everything he knew like a bean.

Just as Tan Zong imagined, this assassin was really not a profession. His real identity was the big accountant in the royal palace.

The Li Da accountant is named Li Xilai. He is the son of the royal family. Since his grandfather's generation, he has served as an accountant for the royal family. He is deeply trusted by the current governor of Nanjing Prefecture. In this Nanjing Prefecture, he is a real role that is three points bigger than the master.

Li Xilai did nothing else on weekdays. In addition to helping the prefect Wang keep an eye on the various accounts of the government office, he would specifically record some things for the government office that could not remember. This time, I don’t know what happened to the palace. It seemed that someone in the court was targeted by someone in the court. Someone actually planned to check the accounts of Nanjing’s government in recent years.

As for the status of Nanjing Prefecture, although it is not a subordinate capital, because most officials from Nanjing Prefecture in the past years have been different from other prefectures and counties, their jurisdiction is even far more than ordinary areas, and they directly govern most of the two provinces in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. This area is also called one prefecture and two prefectures. Therefore, the accounts of each year are extremely detailed. If you really need to check it carefully, I am afraid it is not so easy to find out.

But this royal palace is very powerful, and I don’t know why, but I actually know that the superiors are actually here to check the accounts of water conservancy and other transactions in Nanjing’s past few years, so I plan to find an excuse to burn this thing directly. No matter how Jie Shi did it, no matter whether the account was beautiful or not, he would be a death-free testimony.

If only half of the book could be burned and some fragments were left, it would be better. Maybe there would be a reward for rescuing meritorious results, but this account could not be burned so easily. It would be a big deal for a little damage. Therefore, the staff of the prefect Wang Tai had tried their best to do it, but they couldn't even take action. The matter happened to be discovered by Wang Dong, the eldest son of the mansion, so he told the story that he was trying to cheat Tan Zong. After a two-way plan, he found that they were all taking their own means. The most coincidental thing was that there was a secret door between the government office and Wenyuan Courtyard, so there was something tonight.

But this matter is quite confidential after all. If it is left to outsiders, the prefect Wang would not believe it, so Li Xilai would do it himself. With the promise of Xiaoman and the coachman, and with Tan Zong's words and deeds along the way, everyone felt that Tan Zong must be a drunkard who was difficult to wake up in his personal affairs at this time, so they were relieved that Li Xilai would handle it alone.

But who could have expected that Tan Zong was pretending to be drunk, and his ability to pretend to be drunk was extremely profound. He actually deceived everyone and even cleaned up the old guy like Li Xilai in his fifties.

"Where is the account?" Tan Zong asked while fumbled on Li Xilai. Without touching it, he noticed that Li Xilai's chest was hard. He took it into it with his hand and immediately pulled out the account that was two or three centimeters thick.

Looking at the thickness of the account book, Tan Zong couldn't help but scream in ashamed, thinking fortunately that you put the account book on your chest. If it were on your abdomen, I would probably not even feel anything if I sat down.

"No, you can't take this thing away!"

Seeing that Tan Zong took the account book, he flipped it up. Although he was not worried that Tan Zong would be able to see what this little boy under twenty could do in a short time, this thing was a life-threatening thing after all. Li Xilai dared to let Tan Zong take it away like this. He immediately started to yell: "Tan Zong, if you don't take this thing, it will be a prison disaster. But if you dare to take this thing out of the yard, you will be afraid that the head will be different immediately, and you will have to be the name of committing suicide fearing the crime at the end!"

"Oh?" Tan Zong was shocked by Li Xi's words, and immediately pressed the dagger tightly on Li Xilai's neck and said, "How many people are ambushing outside?"

Seeing that Tan Zong seemed to be scared, Li Xilai couldn't help but sigh and his expression suddenly became relaxed: "Hey, don't care about how many people you have. Anyway, this matter is a death penalty today. Since you enter this yard, no matter how you do it, your life will be here. If you obediently take this charge, it would be fine. If you don't follow me, I'm afraid that next year will be your day of worship. Hehe, another quarter of an hour will pass. If the fire here cannot be raised, people outside will rush in to help you light the fire!"

The extremely proud look on Li Xilai's face made Tan Zong feel irritable. When he felt cruel, he wanted to understand this guy. But when Tan Zong thought of his dagger, he was happy, but the troubles caused afterwards were inevitable. Maybe he would even fulfill his crimes. Therefore, his hand changed, and he beat Li Xilai to the ground and knocked him out of touch.

At this moment, Tan Zong himself knew that the matter had reached the most dangerous time. If one cannot handle it well, it might be a situation where there is no life. Thinking that before entering the yard, he was complacent and thought that everything was under control, Tan Zong couldn't help but want to slap himself in the mouth, but as soon as he raised his hand, he sighed dejectedly and told himself that the sin was not on him. After all, no matter how he calculated, he didn't calculate that the things that were originally jealous of the young master would be involved with the entire royal palace.

What does it mean in the saying? The arm cannot twist the thigh!

Tan Zong has this idea now.

Thinking of this, Tan Zong couldn't stop thinking of Xiaoman again. He thought to himself that as for what happened today, Xiaoman was just a tool that he had used and threw away, and he was afraid that once his crime was fulfilled, the next girl Xiaoman would die, and he suddenly felt irritated again. Although Xiaoman was sorry to Tan Zong, Tan Zong had a little thought of Xiaoman after all, and had fantasized about the scene where he and Su Jin and Xiaoman, the master and servant, flew together.

Then Tan Zong thought of Qinghe who came uninvited in the wine shop. The meaning inside and outside was clearly that he had to be careful and change at night. Moreover, it was precisely because of her reminder that he was not really drunk and allowed himself to stay awake until now, otherwise he would be a fool until he died.

Thinking of Qinghe's words, he secretly begged to take him out of the sea of ​​suffering, Tan Zong woke up: "If you really can escape from heaven, you have to pay back such a favor immediately. However, this situation is probably not very difficult to break!"

He looked at Li Xilai, who was still unconscious in black on the ground, and thought of the backhand that would rush in in a quarter of an hour. Tan Zong, who had no choice, simply sat on the desk the day after tomorrow. He took the crispy roast duck with crispy inside and chewed it.

After Tan Zong drank the small jar of wine and looked up at the jars of strong wine piled up in the corner of the wall, Tan Zong suddenly felt lit up: "That's the case, this is probably the only way to live in death!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the fire in the Nanjing government yamen soared into the sky, and only one person shouted in it: "It's time to go!"
Chapter completed!