Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 52 lackeys under the door
One day you'll need a fire in which the past turns to sticky, ugly ashes.

The flames of Chenxiang Tower are dark red, blooming like poisonous blood, day and night.

Mrs. Butterfly won a celestial bet. Some people say that she took half a treasure of Jianghu and left to Jiangnan and lived a fairy-like life.Some people said that they saw a stunning beauty with white hair sitting in the flame.

"Painting Rain and Mist Mountain" was left to Zhao Meng.

Song Bai got an extremely luxurious and exquisite box. She opened it and glanced at it, and let the girls throw it under the bed. Maybe it will be the same as the sword that has accumulated layers of ashes for more than ten years.

Gu Twelve Books took over the Wushan Sword, and the Wushan Sword Master entered Jinyiwei, taking Kuanglansheng's position.

Mo Qingshan cried for a long time in front of Chenxiang Building. She didn't have many things, and she lacked the same thing.Sima Jue, the master of the Moyu Sword, left her behind her back, and she no longer returned to the Concubine's Mansion. Moyu Villa was her new home.

Some stories come to an end, and the sound of falling ashes is nice.

some stories,

just started.

In front of the gate of Moyu Villa, next to a sword flag with the word Moyu written in seal script, several servants were busy for a while, and set up the other sword flag.

This is the first time I saw Mo Qingshan, the sword flag. She hadn't returned to Mo's house for a long time, and she didn't want to go back. After her grandfather died, she entrusted Madam Butterfly to sell the Mo's house for some silver taels, which was found from old things.Madam Butterfly was thoughtful. Before the Chenxiang Tower was burned, the troupe scattered into the restaurant in the capital, and Jianqi was brought to Sima Jue by someone.

Sima Jue waved his hand to let the servants disperse, Mo Qingshan stood beside him, and Sima Jue led her to bow three times to the two sword flags.

"The position of the sword master, you have to know what it means." Sima Jue pointed to the Qiushui sword flag, Mo Qingshan thought about his grandfather, and the old man was really a difficult person to get along with, but Uncle Ye treated him, others did not He is all respectful, even Mrs. Butterfly, who never looks at him from behind, is courteous and considerate to outsiders, giving full face.

"It means to be respected by the people of Jianghu, everyone respects him, fears him, and gives him face."

Sima Jue laughed, "What else?"

Mo Qingshan was thinking about Sima Jue and Ye Shu. At the sword discussion meeting, people in the audience started to talk about their character and swordsmanship. There were many people who were compared with other famous swordsmen, and there were people who had opinions to the left, but no one said that the two were not. .Most of Qi Baiyu, the master of Sword Duanyun, felt that his swordsmanship was not good and his skills were not suitable. When he mentioned Mu Duanyun before, he was full of contempt and said, "If you have a high character, you should also have a good swordsmanship. Your character should be good. In front of swordsmanship."

"That's right, the sword master is a banner in the rivers and lakes. Anyone can point and point. You have to stand up. If you want to stand up, one depends on your character, and the other depends on your swordsmanship. This will make everyone respect you. , I'm afraid of you, but if you want everyone to give you face, you have to take on the responsibilities in the arena and the right place in the arena." Sima Jue sighed and said slowly.

"Since ancient times, when the people encountered disputes, the first person to look for them was not the local officials, but the most virtuous and well-known squires and gentlemen in the locality. It may not be fair, but it is the most convincing. The same is true in the rivers and lakes. Disputes in the escort and martial arts, the order of the restaurant and the brothel, and the scheming of the Liyuan business, these local affairs usually do not cause trouble to the government, but to invite local or non-local affairs. A hero with high martial arts and good character will adjudicate and deal with matters, such as the sword master."

"What if the hero is unfair?"

"Try to be impartial. It will be spread by word of mouth in the rivers and lakes, and the reputation will be damaged, and there are nine out of ten fights. If you can't do it, you will report to the official. Otherwise, why does this hero have high martial arts skills and have to hold the game. The rise of the Dawei Escort Bureau is because there is no People can beat Wu Ma Kun, and Wu Ma Kun is still willing to be reasonable. It is extremely difficult to handle things well, this is a question from a university." Sima Jue smiled, "The position of the sword master is not so easy to sit, and there will be messes every day. Things come to the door. In the realm of the capital, your grandfather and I are in charge of the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but your grandfather does not like these things, and he is dedicated to the troupe and handed it over to Mrs. Butterfly. It belongs to me, some of the affairs of the rivers and lakes that can't be on the table and secretly are decided by Madam Butterfly."

Mo Qingshan frowned. She had long known that Madam Butterfly had a certain status in the arena, but she never thought that it would be for such a reason. What would happen to the so-called hidden affairs in the arena?In the future, should I also take over this responsibility?Opened his mouth, "Spring and Summer is also the Sword Master of Eternal Hate, but she"

"Sacred Master specially seals the Sword Master of Changheng, eliminates the demons and guards the road, and slays the evil spirits in the world."

Sighing and thinking for a while, a carriage stopped at the door. Sima Yuan and Wei Hongying each carried a tea bag and got off the carriage. Sima Yuan yawned, nodded at his father and Mo Qingshan, and walked straight into the villa.Mo Qingshan recognized Wei Hongying, the young owner of the Shifang Chamber of Commerce and a frequent visitor to Chenxiang Building. Knowing what happened just now, could he be Madam Butterfly's helper? He couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Wei Hongying was looking up at Qiushui. Jian Qi noticed and smiled at her, "I came to see Sword Master Mo today. I brought some good tea leaves for Mr. Sima. Let's go first and talk slowly." After speaking, he handed over the tea bag in his hand. Sima Jue.

The three entered the door, Sima Jue smiled, and went back to his courtyard on the pretext of walking the birds. Wei Hongying led Mo Qingshan to a side courtyard and entered the house. Sima Yuan was making a pot of Jade Leaf Changchun. The fragrance when the buds emerge from the mud.

After taking a seat and drinking tea, Sima Yuan raised Erlang's legs and dipped his finger in the tea to draw a talisman on the table, Wei Hongying saw Mo Qingshan staring at them with frowning, smiled, and met her eyes, "Miss Mo, don't be wary, Madam Butterfly and I have an old relationship, and now I just meet a word and see what the girl thinks."

"What?"

"The sword in the girl's hand is for herself or for the people of the world."

"People in the world, hehe, it's too great, you don't need to use such words to provoke me, I took over the Qiushui Sword, Qiushui Sword Master, it will be what she should be." Mo Qingshan said coldly.

Wei Hongying was a little surprised, she turned her head to look at Sima Yuan, Sima Yuan nodded, Wei Hongying looked hesitant, "If the next word is spread out, many people will not survive, Miss Mo, are you a trustworthy person?"

Sima Yuan Gu self-painted a talisman, "Mrs. Butterfly."

Wei Hongying nodded, "Mrs. Butterfly became the Sword Master of Qiushui for you. She ran around with good intentions. Let's just say it." Mo Qingshan was secretly shocked. What does this mean, Madam Butterfly is for me?Autumn Water Sword Master?Is it?

Wei Hongying continued to speak, "Do you know about the case of the fox demon? Donggong corrupted the money and perverted the law, doing evil things, the sky falling meteors, the evil spirits were born, and Zhan Weihao was stabbed and became a cripple. , Under the public opinion, there is no possibility for the East Palace to rise again. But this is not the will of God, but man-made."

"The people of the Bamboo Forest Party are not only standing in the court, but also in the rivers and lakes. Me, we."

"We want a world where everyone is equal." Wei Hongying said this calmly. He is a businessman, and everything has its own price. Since this price is willing to pay, it seems that this incident will happen.

"Mrs. Butterfly found the Wushan Sword Master Zhao Nanke for me, and the two masters of the Zen Master Lei Huan, who generously died to assassinate the mighty people in the world. Many people participated in this incident. This is a serious crime of beheading. Miss Mo, are you a trustworthy person?"

long silence.

"I do not know."

"I came today because I have something to ask for. In a few days, you will enter the palace and enjoy the peach blossoms with the saint."

"I have no idea!"

Sima Yuan knocked on the table and gave Wei Hongying a look. Wei Hongying stopped talking and lowered her head to drink tea.Sima Yuan stood up, "Don't rush, you can wait for the opportunity."

"Miss Mo, murdering nine thousand years old, not reporting the knowledge is also a capital crime. In a few days, you will enter the palace to accompany the sage to appreciate the peach blossoms. A decision is just a matter of thought. Report us, this will be the best opportunity, think carefully. Now, there are two paths, the sword in the girl's hand, whether it is for herself or for the people of the world."

"Will you be a trustworthy person?"

Guozijian knows that in the Yuanyuan, a small thatched hut.

He Chun Xia was stinking and sweating, and with great difficulty he bundled the books in the house and piled them on the ox cart outside. He Zhuangzhuang squatted in front of the small medicine stove and made a strange-smelling Chinese herbal soup. Continue the fire in the furnace.

"Jie Yuan, Jian Yuan, Hui Yuan, after ten years of cold windows, only the champion is left." He Zhuangzhuang smiled sadly, "I will accompany my second brother to the palace exam in two days. After the exam, please eat well. Let's go to Zuixianglou or Yingxi Pavilion."

He Chunxia casually took a few waste paper cushions and sat down, "Jiang Fan competed with Yu Danfeng that day, I have to watch." He Zhuangzhuang rolled his eyes, remembered who Jiang Fan was, and nodded, "Brother is not here, such good news. ,it's a pity."

"Second brother, are you going to be a high-ranking official in the future? Will our family be very rich?" He Chun Xia sniffed and sneezed with the smell of medicine.

"Heh." He Zhuangzhuang shook his head, "eldest brother is a thousand households in Jinyiwei, a fifth-rank official, and a Beijing official, wearing a unicorn uniform, if you want money, a lot of people will cry and call your grandfather to pay homage, but our family The days are not tight yet." Pointing to the medicine stove, "blame me."

He Chun Xia sighed, "But no matter in the story or in reality, other people who became high-ranking officials are all prosperous and rich, so why is our family miserable."

"It's not right to be a good person. You want to be the servant of the East Palace. The eldest brother is high-spirited. He joined the Bamboo Forest Party and dreams of a beautiful world every day." He Zhuangzhuang smiled, "Your second brother, I am also high-spirited. I'm going to dream with your elder brother, but your second brother is not as stubborn and inflexible as the elder brother, life will definitely get better."

"That's great, I'm going to buy two little maids to serve me every day, so that I don't even have to wash my underwear, and I don't have to make a bed and a quilt. When I'm tired from practicing swordsmanship in summer, someone will fan me! Whatever I like to eat, just let me The two of them made it for me, wow, is this the happiness of rich people?" He Chunxia closed her eyes and thought about it, hehehe laughed.

"You can't imagine the happiness of the rich." The medicinal soup was boiled, and He Zhuangzhuang blew it colder. Drinking it in one sip was extremely bitter.

Above the court, who is not walking on thin ice, an ordinary scholar without a prominent family background, even if it is even in the middle of the three yuan, it is also an insignificant pawn.

Throughout the ages, what does it matter if you stop singing and I'm on stage, the East Palace, the Bamboo Forest Party?But it is a group of chess pieces chasing interests and power.

To sit, sit outside the chessboard.

who?Play with me.

(End of this chapter)