As the dawn came, he lost his sleepiness. He took off his long gown from the shelf and lit the candle with a fire fold. The dim candlelight could only illuminate about an inch around the desk.

He had not practiced calligraphy for a long time, and in those years he had arrived in Bianliang, he could still copy one article every day. This period was almost completely abandoned. He injected clear water into the inkstone, grind it carefully for a while, and took a random pen from the pen holder and wrote it. Lin Ye had been copying Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection" for nearly five years, and every stroke was already in his heart.

Shortly after dawn, it started to drizzle, drizzle, mixed with breeze, and a hint of coolness. After Xiaoyue boiled the water, she entered the door and saw him practicing calligraphy. She put it on the shelf next to her, closed the door gently and returned to her room to practice embroidery.

After copying one article, I was indeed born with my hands and couldn't find the feeling I used to be. Although I didn't have to pass the exam, these seemingly useless things sometimes have unexpected results. Cai Jing's ability to sit in today's position is largely inseparable from his calligraphy.

When Cai Jing was still in the local area, he colluded with the eunuch Tong Guan and presented his carefully prepared calligraphy script to Huizong to please the emperor. He had also read Cai Jing's calligraphy, but he was indeed ashamed of himself.

The wind did not blow away the dark clouds, but instead gathered large areas. Judging from this situation, it might rain a day. After washing up and putting on clothes, I didn’t know what to do for a while. It has been three days since I met Shuhao. Because the subsequent matters were all left to him, I didn’t ask about it. Someone would notify him before the action.

"Young Master, are you going out?" In order to facilitate his daily life, Xiaoyue's room was set up in Lin Ye's isolation. At this time, the door was wide open. Lin Ye held a paper umbrella in his hand, as if he was going out.

"Well, I'm going out for a while, so I don't have to wait for me for lunch." He didn't want to disturb her.

"But it's raining outside!" The little girl put the embroidery on the table, turned over a black cloak from the wardrobe, and tied it on tiptoe to him. The cloak was very thick, and even if the rain wet the outside, the clothes inside would still be dry.

The two were so close that Lin Ye could almost hold her into his arms with just one stretch of his hand.

"I'll go out for a walk. When I come back, I'll buy you soup dumplings, okay?" In the end, I just smiled and touched my head.

The little girl lowered her head, which was considered a default.

Covered under the black, holding a light yellow oil-paper umbrella, Lin Ye left the mansion. For a moment, he didn't know where to go. He walked aimlessly and unknowingly, he arrived at Twenty-fourth Street. The green leaves were gone, and replaced by a new door panel.

"Do you want to buy some pastries? They are all made by your own, which ensures the taste is first-class." The woman wore a brown straw raincoat, carried a basket in her hand, covering it with a thick cloth, and smiled like a flower.

"How to sell?" It is not uncommon to sell on the streets with your own things on weekdays. The Song Dynasty did not prohibit these small merchants, but it was strange that people would come out to sell things on rainy days.

"One or two silver pieces are a piece of cake, and the old man is perfect!" The woman lifted a corner of the buppa, revealing the neatly tidied pastries inside.

It's really a fairy-hearted person. The pastries in the palace are not as expensive as you sell. Lin Ye could only silently complain in his heart. He took out a few copper plates from his wallet and spread them into his hands.

"I only have this little money, the girl will do it!" Lin Ye said helplessly.

"Young master is really generous." The woman in front of her face suddenly turned half dark. She grabbed the copper coins in his hand and stuffed the entire basket directly into her arms. She left angrily. What a young master! She is so stingy!

Lin Ye was a little worried when he looked at a basket of pastries. Is he losing or making a profit? This is one of the confidentiality measures for "killing stars"! All actions are temporarily determined by the person behind the scenes, and the transmission of messages is usually done by Xingmen. He has been in Bianliang for so many years, and the people in the Xingmen cannot recognize it. He has never seen the girl just now. As for why he knew that he would go to Twenty-fourth Street, only God knows. What Lin Ye knows is that one of these pastries will definitely have information that he needs to know.

Afterwards, Lin Ye took a basket and an umbrella to the ancient ferry. Qingyin didn't go out today, and the door was closed, and most likely he had to rest at home. He stood for a while and then went back. He bought a soup dumpling at the intersection of the mansion and trotted back in a hurry. The soup dumplings should not be cold, and it would be less delicious if they were cold.

Halfway through, I found a note stuck in the flower cake: I will kill someone while it is black tonight.

At this time, Xiao Qiao had just finished taking a shower, wiped her body dry and put on the night clothes piled aside. The door was closed tightly, and only the window was shining with some light.

On the wooden table, there were five red tassel darts, a row of silver needles, a short dagger, and a clear frost sword. The weapons on the killing door and the positions of the hidden weapons were all his biggest secrets, which was related to his life and death. Lin Ye was familiar with the position of every weapon on Xiao Qiao.

There are three red tassel darts around the waist, one on both sides of the left and right calves, and the silver needle is hidden at the cuffs and wrists, and it is thrown out with force. There are ten on the left and right. If the other party is not prepared, it is easy to hit. As long as it is thrown on the face, it will instantly lose its combat power. The dart is poisoned and blood-sealed, but the silver needle does not. The short dagger is wrapped around the outside of the right thigh with a cloth belt. For her, it is actually enough to only have a sword to stab. These hidden weapons are mostly used for being discovered and trapped in a passive breakthrough. The only thing Lin Ye didn't know is that Xiao Qiao also hid a silver needle in his hair, which was used to avoid being caught and committing suicide.

After preparing, Xiao Qiao lit a candle and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

At the same time, more than 20 people in Bianliang were doing the same thing as Xiao Qiao, and many people had been sentenced to death.
Chapter completed!