Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 63 White Tea, Sake, Plum Roasted Pork
Oriental bright.

Dongfangliang is a white camellia.

Rouge point jade.

Rouge Dianyu is a cup of millet wine sipped by a red-lipped beauty.

Plum braised pork.

Braised pork with plums is Wei Zixia's specialty. Today, she cooks for one person herself, painstakingly stir-frying the sugar, collecting the juice over low heat, roasting the meat out of the pot, placing it in an ice container, and adding it together with camellia and sake. The food box was handed over to Zhao Meng.

In the East Fourth Archway, Zhao Meng climbed onto the roof from the backyard of the Shifang Chamber of Commerce, ran quickly on the ridge of the staggered heights in this area, and arrived at Yanliufang after a short while. into a side room.

The room is elegantly furnished, with a small mahogany table and a jade screen. Zhan Jiulang and Wei Hongying are sitting against the painting screen. The delicious delicacies on the table have been piled up on two floors, and most of them have not touched a chopstick.Zhao Mengjian stepped over the screen to reveal his face, stopped, and restrained the hatred in his heart. Then he went forward, rushed to Zhan Jiulang with a sweet smile, put the food box in front of him, picked up the jade chopsticks and wine glass, and took a piece of roast pork and put it in himself. In his mouth, he took another sip of the wine, and before sticking it, he fed Zhan Kurou mouth to mouth.

At the entrance of the roast pork, the fragrance is sweet and sour, refreshing and greasy, and the residual wine is mellow on the tongue when swallowed.

Zhan Jiulang nodded, extremely satisfied, turned his head to look at Zhao Meng, flipped the handle of the fan in his hand, and gently lifted Zhao Meng's chin, Zhao Meng immediately lowered his eyes and looked at him with a shy smile, but Zhan Jiulang's eyes only stopped at On thin red lips.

Zhao Meng approached and wanted to sit on Zhan Jiulang's lap. Zhan Jiulang gently pushed the fan in his hand and poked it in Zhao Meng's throat.

"What a lifeless beauty, girl, let yourself live longer."

Zhao Meng's face changed, and his eyes showed murderous intent. Zhan Jiulang's face was calm, he only closed his fan and raised his eyebrows, "Interesting."

Wei Hongying, who was beside him, let out a laugh and laughed twice, "Brother Zhan is in charge of this Jiaofang Division, and I have seen so many heavenly fragrances! But a vulgar fan, who wants to use some kind of beauties, go down!"

Zhao Meng didn't bother to laugh anymore, so he turned around and left, just as Zhan Jiulang was about to speak, Wei Hongying had stepped forward and held a toast, "This royal wine is more fragrant than that in the third building."

Wei Hongying drank the glass of spirits in one gulp, coughed twice, blushed and sat down with Zhan Jiulang a little longer, and raised her glass again, "Oh, my family forgot, I haven't congratulated Brother Zhan first, in the future these three buildings will The Yingxi Pavilion here belongs to Brother Zhan."

Zhan Jiulang opened the fan and just smiled, "It's not necessary, just pity the little old man Yang Shaochuan. At a young age, Yang Qiao'er, who was like his own daughter, died first, and before he recovered, his own son was gone. Alas, Ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and human affairs, with a normal mind and a normal mind."

"Hey, brother Zhan is merciful." Wei Hongying nodded, "Chenxianglou, Yingxi Pavilion, Mo, Yang, two opera troupes are now scattered into the hands of brother Jin, plus the peach red willow green in this Jiaofang division, brother Zhan. , Yan Fu is not shallow." After toasting again, the conversation changed, "Yang Zijie did not have such a blessing. He was worried about an actor and forced to marry him as a concubine. Qin Yuhong was still thinking about it when he died. I felt that he was judging the situation and being shrewd in dealing with things. He was a timid and selfish and treacherous villain. Unexpectedly, the villain became an infatuation. I heard that the literati in the capital began to write poignant stories about him and Qin Yuhong, and they were going to make up a new play. In the theatre."

"Is there such a thing?" Zhan Jiulang frowned slightly, his face sank, Wei Hongying said these words to find out the cause of Yang Zijie's death. It is rare to have such a person with such a temperament, and even I, when I heard about this, was impressed by Yang Zijie, and if I wanted to come to this drama, it would be a fire in the capital."

"Hmph." Zhan Jiulang's face was even more ugly, and Wei Hongying pretended to be wrong and asked, "Brother Zhan, what secrets do you know?"

"You Shifang Chamber of Commerce has always been on good terms with the Bamboo Forest Party, so how can I tell you this." Zhan Jiulang thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Oh, it seems that I said something I shouldn't have said, slap my mouth." Then he closed the fan, lightly He tapped his cheek twice.

"Hahaha." Wei Hongying understood, "Sima Zhao's heart? Alas, Brother Zhan and I are brothers and sisters, but now it's time to stand in line." He sighed deeply.

Both of them are smart people, and they will not mention partisan disputes for no reason. On the day Yang Zijie died, Zhan Er invited Yu Ziqi to have a drink at Yingxi Pavilion.Maybe a coincidence, maybe not?The prince of Zhenxi was famous, and the speculation among the people that he would inherit the throne went crazy.

Zhan Jiulang followed with a sigh, "My personal friends are my personal friends. After all, my adoptive father is kind to me. If the East Palace is still the East Palace, then I can only follow him to the death. But I am just a priest of the Ministry of Rites, and I have no real power. When the adoptive father is in good health, I want to please him. No matter how high officials and dignitaries are, I have to give me a high look. Now that my adopted father is sick, I have no status in the eyes of the righteous brothers. Alas, now I am willing to pay great attention to me with sincerity and sincerity. Only you, brother Wei, are left."

"Brother Zhan is in charge of the Jiaofang Division, and the pillow talk of dignitaries cannot escape your ears. In my eyes, Brother Zhan's status is higher than that of generals. I want to come to Mr. Zhan to think the same way. In order to control the government, you can't do without your well-informed brother Zhan." Wei Hongying laughed and wanted to serve him, Zhan Jiulang opened a fan, covered his bowl with the fan, and opened his mouth.

"Brother Wei, you are a businessman. You can't afford to be too early for nothing. You are looking for me, and you are trying to make a beauty? There must be something to ask for, let's get straight to the point. It's an old rule. I just saw a few paintings and calligraphy a few days ago.

Wei Hongying smiled knowingly, "To find Brother Zhan today, there is indeed a trivial matter. That's right, there is a craftsman in the imperial prison who makes a few small things. The old people in the family like it very much. When I come out, I can invite him to come, work full-time, and do my filial piety."

"Such a trivial matter, let him apply for resignation by himself, why bother me?" Zhan Jiuro was puzzled, "It's just a matter of helping you get two women's school places before, and I'm embarrassed to make an offer."

"This matter is a bit troublesome, this person is a little stubborn, and he insists that the former supervisor of the imperial prison has a kindness to him, and he will not leave the job no matter how high the price is, and he also asks Brother Zhan to kick him out of the imperial prison. Okay, hit harder." He added, "It's fine if the skin is injured, but don't hit too hard."

Zhan Jiulang nodded, "I see." Raising the fan a little higher, he put his other hand under the fan, Wei Hongying followed suit, and the two pulled their fingers under the fan a few times, looked at each other, nodded, and closed the fan to eat.

Wei Hongying held the wine glass in one hand as a toast, and dipped the wine in the other hand and wrote three small characters on the table.

Sun Ruhu.

Zhao Meng went out not long ago. She had never been to such a romantic place as Yanliufang. She was a little curious, so she walked up the stairs along the road and went down one floor. To the faint aroma of fat powder and wine.

At this noon, most of the guests who came here were girls they knew well, and the workshop was not very lively, only the little servant girls who hurriedly passed by gave her a few more glances.

Zhao Meng pricked her ears and heard the whispers of the two people in the room next to you. She was Zhao Nanke's personal maid, and she was taught about men and women, so she naturally understood, but she was not ashamed.I thought there was nothing unusual here, but my footsteps slowed down, and when I heard a song I liked, I stopped quietly and stood for a while.

Suddenly, an extremely harsh scold came from the lobby, "Well, you incompetent bastard! It's fun, you dare not give me money! This place is the director of Guijiaofang! Come on! Beat this bitch! Die here!"

The guys upstairs and downstairs ran to the lobby in a "crammed" way. The girls and guests in the workshop heard the scolding, hurriedly cleaned up, ran out of the room, and lay on the fence to watch the fun.

There were already five or six guys in the lobby. They took some buckets, towels and other crafting objects to besiege one person. The man moved around in the crowd and didn't fight back. However, there was a guest who knew martial arts upstairs. They called out a few times, and they used a few taels of silver as a hidden weapon to send out.

This step is a bit subtle. Zhao Meng looked at the man, and felt that his face was familiar, his clothes were clean, and his right hand was empty. The right hand, the one who lost the left hand.

Jiang Fan.

Thinking of this name, it seems that he is a servant of the Concubine's Mansion. Zhao Meng studied at the National Children's School, and he still remembered that he had delivered meals to the girls in the Concubine's Mansion before.

Why is he here?

Zhao Meng sighed. In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that when Jiang Fan and Yu Danfeng competed swords, they were exposed and humiliated in public for wearing soft armor, and their hands were also abolished. In this life, they can no longer hold swords.It's understandable that life is difficult, drunk and dreaming of death, and it is understandable to be greedy for a moment of pleasure, alas, but it is true that there is no money.
"Don't fight! Don't fight! This is my friend!" Suddenly, a person wearing shorts and shirtless rushed out of the room with his clothes in his arms, and ran downstairs while raising his trousers.

The girls, the guys, and the guests all laughed at him as funny, and the previous harsh voice was brought up again, "Sun Ruhu! The debt you owe has not been settled! Who put him in! Call me!"

Sun Ruhu couldn't stop jumping and dodging with his bright bald head, and he was focused on three things. Don't hide! Let's run!" He pushed Jiang Fan and was chased out by the guys.

The onlookers were delighted to see it, and the laughter continued. Wei Hongying and Zhan Jiulang heard the noise and went out of the room to watch the excitement.

Zhan Jiulang shook his head when he saw it, and opened the folding fan in his hand, the hibiscus flowers on the fan couldn't stop shaking, "Is this Sun Ruhu?"

Wei Hongying smiled and nodded silently, "Excuse me, Brother Zhan." He glanced at Zhao Meng who was standing downstairs. Zhao Meng noticed something, looked up, and the two looked at each other. Wei Hongying gave a look and Zhao Meng nodded. , walked downstairs in silence, followed by Jiang Fan and Sun Ruhu after a distance.

The guys chased the two of them across a few streets and then stopped chasing them. Sun Ruhu was disheveled, limping and leading Jiang Fan through the alley, escaping for a while before stopping to catch his breath.

Sun Ruhu approached Jiang Fan and grinned, "How about it, as I said, it can revive people's spirits and experience unprecedented joy, even if I pay back this favor."

"I will never trust you again." Jiang Fan just pushed him away silently, took a few steps forward, and was stopped by Sun Ruhu, "Don't you have it just now? No, you are young, don't you Can't you? Oh, you have to tell me earlier, I won't take you there, and I'll be beaten for nothing if I don't get any benefits."

"You!" Jiang Fanqiang held back his anger, his face flushed, "I can't do it! It's just! It's just you! How do you understand! How can you understand!"

"There is something you don't understand, you don't say it, and you want to shout that others don't understand. It's not your fault." Sun Ruhu shook his head again and again, Jiang Fan gradually calmed down, and his eyes became a little more lonely.

"I've done my best, and I've been infatuated. On the road ahead, I don't want to see revenge again. But my hands are abolished, and I can no longer step on the swordsmanship. No more chance! No more chance! How can you understand!"

"Hey, then why do you have to use swords? Wouldn't it be better to practice something else?" Sun Ruhu patted his bald head and looked at him, only to be glared at him, "Oh your hand, then you can still get imperial examinations, I heard your father say that before you Studying at Nanguo Zijian."

"I like Jianghu more, I also want to be a hero, and I also want others to see me and mention me, and give me a respect, Mr. Jiang. I also want to hold a sword in my hand, roam the world, and let me come and go." Jiang Fanzhi A wry smile remains.

"You just read too many martial arts stories and daydream every day. But dreaming is a good thing. You should dream at your age." Dream, I'm still doing it now, but I don't know martial arts, so I can only toss with other things. These are all my treasures. I'll show you. I can tell you that with my treasures, I won't Just like a little bit of martial arts, you can conquer the world."

Zhao Meng was shocked, what he was waiting for was this secret. Sun Ruhu returned to the imperial supervision, fished every day, never did work, and was ostracized by the craftsmen he worked with. He continued to serve him for more than ten years.The Shifang Chamber of Commerce bought something that must not be available from the East Palace at a hundred times the price, in exchange for this news.

Sun Ruhu was the best firearms craftsman in the Dayu Dynasty, and the second young master of Qi came from his subordinates.

They hurriedly followed the two to an abandoned and ruined temple. There were often beggars in the courtyard for the night, and they were kept clean.Sun Ruhu asked Jiang Fan to wait in the courtyard. He fiddled in the Buddhist hall for a while, and then disappeared behind the Buddha statue. Zhao Meng knew that there must be a secret room hidden in it, but he did not remember how to open the door.

After a while, Sun Ruhu came out with a long black lacquered firearm. The sword was about as long as the long sword. The front was made of iron and the back was wood.He threw it to Jiang Fan, took out a few finger-sized small pillars sealed with iron sheets from his pocket, and stuffed one into the firearm to lock it in place.

"I call this thing Iron Sand Shenweitong. Firearms have always been inferior to bows and crossbows, long-range range, medium-range armor-piercing, only close-range kills and extremely close-range white blades can barely beat, after all, they can be used as iron rods to smash people. Even today's most advanced matchlock guns are complicated to fire. At least five steps are required to charge, load, ignite, aim, and fire. After one round is fired, it is extremely troublesome to change the ammunition and change the medicine. out."

Sun Ruhu took the black barrel firearm in Jiang Fan's hand, proudly showing off the small iron pillar in his hand, "I've tried to simplify the most time-consuming process of loading, loading, and lighting into one step, and only loading and gunpowder is left. It is sealed in the iron sheet together with the iron sand, and when you want to fire it, you only need to forcefully turn the wooden handle at the rear end to push it forward, hit the iron sheet with the firing pin inside, and the gunpowder can be fired as soon as it explodes.”

"After that, I will make it into a double-sided blade, which can be used as a big knife for slashing close to the body. Usually, I hide a piece of iron in it. When the distance is drawn, I twist the handle of the knife and shoot it out. This time, the tiger can't handle it. Hold on, let alone a human being, isn't it invincible!" Sun Ruhu said happily, dancing with his hands, holding a firearm and gesturing at Jiang Fanzhi.

"Really? It's so powerful?" Jiang Fan was a little stunned. If this firearm was as magical as Sun Ruhu said, wouldn't it be a waste of time for internal strength, martial arts, and body training?Seeing his questioning face, Sun Ruhu took the iron sand Shenweitong and aimed at a dead tree in the courtyard.

The hand twisted.

"boom!"

A huge force came, and Sun Ruhu's hands were covered with blood. He fell backwards and stood straight on the ground. Jiang Fan looked at the dead tree, as before, it was very quiet.

Sun Ruhu started gasping for breath, Jiang Fan turned to look at him, the iron sand Shenweitong in his hand had been blown into two pieces, he sighed, and simply checked the injury, only the little finger was missing, and there was a small piece of broken iron in his chest. Plunge into the flesh, fortunately, life is worry-free.

"That's it?"

Sun Ruhu cried out, and Jiang Fan kicked the iron sand Shenweitong aside and helped him get up to see the doctor.

Gradually go away.

Zhao Meng turned into the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)