Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 682: Do you mind if I kill two of you?
"The surname Lin..."

"My name is Lin Qing. Didn't she tell you just now? Don't be impulsive. If you act impulsively, the situation that has lasted for more than ten years will be ruined. Think about it carefully. Is Jiang Ni more valuable, or are these two dogs more valuable?"

With a clang, Chu Pingsheng threw the knife on the ground and walked out of the dungeon wearing a blood-stained white prison uniform.

"Your Majesty, are we just going to watch him kill people?"

"I have to find out who the spy is. He's in jail, so it's hard to find him..."

The fat on Xu Xiao's face twitched as he tried hard to suppress his anger. He swore secretly in his heart that once he found out who was behind Lin Qing, he would cut this guy into pieces, use his head as a urinal for Chu Lushan, and chop his body into stuffing and feed it to dogs.

Shu Xiu understood.

As long as Lin Qing is in Lingzhou City, his every move will be under Xu Xiao's control. Once he contacts his accomplices, he will definitely leave clues.

"Your Majesty...why don't you use torture?"

"You can't use torture here either."

She thought about it and understood. The power behind Lin Qing could even put spies in a place like the royal palace, let alone the Lingzhou prison. Once the news of him being tortured spread, there would be no possibility of making a deal. So in order to protect Jiang Ni, she could only endure it temporarily.

"what……"

Just then, a scream was heard from outside, and it sounded like someone was killed again.

Xu Xiao's face darkened and he said no more. He quickly picked up his luxurious robe, climbed the stairs step by step, and rushed out of the dungeon. He saw the scholar bathing in the sunset, looking up at the sky, as if he was enjoying walking out of the cramped and dirty dungeon and seeing the sun again. Next to him on the ground were the bodies of two Beiliang soldiers holding spears, and the splattering blood had dyed the prison uniforms even redder.

Chu Pingsheng pointed at the Beiliang soldiers who surrounded him as if they were facing a great enemy and said, "Xu Xiao, I told them that you released me, but they didn't believe me."

He sighed repeatedly and poked the body of the dead Beiliang soldier, stabbing his intestines and stomach to pieces, blood and flesh all over. Ignoring the angry eyes of the soldiers in front of him, he turned back and blinked at King Beiliang: "What? Did you find anything? You let me come up alone, isn't it to lure the snake out of its hole?"

Xu Xiao said nothing, just stared at him with murderous eyes.

"Forget it, I'll just tell you straight away."

Chu Pingsheng raised his knife and pointed at a man with a tall hat and a wide belt, delicate features, and two long and slender moustaches behind the group of soldiers surrounding him. He said, "My accomplice is him."

Everyone was in an uproar. He said Ye Xi was really his accomplice?
How can it be!

Ye Xizhen is one of Xu Xiao's adopted sons. He is deeply trusted and is in charge of half of Beiliang's intelligence agencies.

"Foster father, don't fall for this villain's scheme to sow discord."

Ye Xizhen did not rush forward to show his loyalty. He sat steadily on the warhorse with the plum blossom birthmark on its left buttock, and just gave a reminder from a distance.

"To sow discord? No, really not."

"You support Chen Zhibao, and he supports his own son Xu Fengnian. There are natural differences in political ideas. Why do I need to sow discord between them? Xu Xiao, do you think I am right?"

Chu Pingsheng spoke as he walked forward, blood dripping from the tip of the knife.

The soldiers holding guns and halberds looked at Ye Xizhen, then at Xu Xiao, and retreated step by step.

"Really boring."

Chu Pingsheng walked up to Ye Xizhen through the path made by the soldiers and said, "Good horse, get off."

"Do you think I dare not kill you?"

"First, killing me would ruin Xu Xiao's plan. Second, guess, if you kill me, will Xu Xiao become suspicious of you?"

"..."

"So, you better come down obediently."

"This is my horse."

"Then I go back to jail?"

Ye Xi was so angry that his teeth were itching. He was the apprentice of Zhao Changling, another military advisor of Xu Xiao. He was not a barbarian like Chu Lushan. Of course, he knew that Xu Xiao must have some ulterior motive by letting this guy out. If he let him go back, it might ruin King Beiliang's plan.

"Humph."

Seeing his adoptive father standing at the door of the prison in silence, Ye Xizhen could only swallow his anger and dismount.

He thought the man surnamed Lin wanted his horse, but he didn't expect that the man who was facing him across the horse suddenly drew his knife. With a flash of cold light, the huge horse's head was separated from its body in an instant, and the spurting blood splashed all over the face of the soldier holding the knife next to him.

“I hate looking up to other people.”

Clang!
Ye Xizhen drew out his sword, placed it on his shoulder, and said coldly with a murderous look on his face: "I will kill you, you bastard."

Ye Xizhen originally thought that he asked her to dismount because he had taken a fancy to his beloved "Plum Blossom", but he unexpectedly killed her with a single knife, and the reason was simply that she was talking to him while riding on a horse. This was simply... a great shame and humiliation.

Chu Pingsheng did not move, but tilted his head to show his good neck: "Come on, chop, chop quickly." The long sword kept trembling, and the ambiguous yellow jumped on the sword edge which was full of murderous aura, but he could not bring himself to do it.

"I don't dare to cut him." Chu Pingsheng flicked his sword finger and pushed his sword away: "Thank you for your cooperation. This matter is indeed the same as what Chen Zhibao said. The more arrogant I act, the less Xu Xiao dares to kill me. It's just... a pity for this horse."

With one cut, a piece of skin was lost from the horse's butt, exactly the area with the plum blossom.

Chu Pingsheng handed the knife to Ye Xizhen. The tip of the knife was touching the horsehide that had just been shaved off. The plum blossom birthmark in the middle was as eye-catching as the blood.

"As a souvenir?"

"..."

"Don't want it? Forget it."

Chu Pingsheng put his knife across his shoulder and strode forward. The soldiers along the way made way for him.

With this aura, who dares to stop him?

Xu Xiao stood in front of the dungeon door, watching him act with his right eye slightly narrowed.

"Are you planning to leave just like this?"

Chu Pingsheng paused and turned back, grinning: "I have to tell my accomplices that everything is fine. Do you want to cause misunderstanding? I don't mind, but I'm afraid that the plan of Beiliang King's hereditary succession is in jeopardy."

After saying this, he turned left and headed towards the downtown area.

Ye Xizhen walked to Xu Xiao's side: "Adoptive father..."

Xu Xiao raised his hand to stop him: "No need to explain, take people to follow him, I want to know who he met and what he said. Even if it's just a glance or a glance, I have to find out clearly for me."

"Yes."

Ye Xizhen accepted the order, bowed and left.

……

To the north of Lingzhou City is Beimang, which has been in confrontation with the Liyang Dynasty for many years. This city can be said to be the largest population settlement in the northern border.

Even at the foot of King Beiliang, there are many pedestrians on the street in ragged clothes and short brown clothes. Beggars at the alley entrance sit with their bowls on the table, like corpses. The sellers and buyers of buns argue over a penny. The coolie who lost one hand holds a shoulder pole and looks at the passers-by, hoping to meet a boss who pities him and earn a few days' rice. The skinny old dog who hides himself shows that wandering in this city is not a good choice.

This is normal. Beiliang has one million households, which support 300,000 cavalrymen and some infantry. On average, two households support one cavalryman. It would be strange if the people's livelihood could be good.

But this had nothing to do with Chu Pingsheng. He did not feel pity for the people of Beiliang, because one day in the future, for the sake of their Crown Prince, these people would pick up rakes and hoes and fight him to the death, and every family would be in mourning for this without any regrets.

He was wearing a prison uniform, which was stained with blood. He also had a knife on his shoulder. The tip of the knife was picking up a piece of skin with a plum blossom birthmark. It was unknown whether it was human or animal. In the past, he would have been stopped by the yamen and questioned where he came from, where he was going, his name, and what his ancestors did. If the head of the police was in a bad mood, he would be taken to the yamen and given a beating. But today was very strange. He walked from the beginning to the end of the street, and no military officer came forward to question him. The guests dining in Sandonglou thought about it for a long time and said that the skin picked up by the knife must be human skin.

Halfway across the street from the Red Que Tower there is a shop selling braised beef in soy sauce. It's a bit deserted today. Inside, a pretty-looking girl is slicing the braised beef in soy sauce, one cut after another, very quickly, with the kind of speed that comes from practice, and also the kind of evenness that comes from practice. Each slice is exactly one inch wide and half a centimeter thick, no more and no less.

Old Jia seldom ordered her around. Although she was a distant relative, he treated her like his own daughter. Today, he had a sudden idea and asked her to help cut the beef that had just been cooled last night. Later, he would go to the Beiliang Palace and hand it over to the Sweet Potato Girl who was by the side of the prince. He thought that the Beiliang prince had been traveling for three years and had specifically asked for his own beef as soon as he came back. This could be said to be the greatest affirmation of his shop.

Chu Pingsheng ignored all kinds of gazes on the street. He just glanced at a girl wearing two hairpins in Hongque Tower, blew a whistle to destroy his character of Tanhua, and turned around to go into the braised beef shop.

"Boss, pack two kilograms of braised beef."

He sat down on a bench under the tarpaulin tent, still carrying the knife that he had used to chop off human and horse heads. Strangely enough, after he walked three streets, the horsehide on the tip of the knife did not fall off. His first action after sitting down was to pat his prison uniform, as if he wanted to wipe off the dried blood stains, perhaps because he was afraid that it would affect the aroma of the braised beef.

The old man with dry and wrinkled face and sunken cheekbones didn't want his maid to serve this pretty boy who was taking care of the business. He grabbed a handful of cut braised beef without weighing it. He took out a piece of oil paper, folded it back and forth twice, tied it with a hemp rope, tied a slipknot, and walked to Chu Pingsheng with it, nodded and bowed, and said with a smile: "Sir, your two pounds of braised beef."

"Wouldn't you like to weigh it?"

"If you are not sure, you can go back home and weigh it. If it is less than the required weight, come back and find me."

"How much."

"A pound of beef is 25 cents. Thank you. Two pounds is 50 cents."

"Okay, put it on Xu Fengnian's account."

The old man was stunned and thought, Xu Fengnian, who is that?

"The prince of Beiliang, Xu Fengnian."

The girl who had been cutting the meat stopped for three breaths without even raising her head, and then continued cutting aggressively.

Chu Pingsheng didn't care whether the old man was happy or not, or whether he was worried or not. He held the knife in one hand and picked up the oil paper bag of braised beef in the other hand. He walked two steps outside and suddenly turned around: "Do you have panda meat?"

"Panda? Sir, what do you mean by that?" The old man was confused by his question, but one thing was certain. Looking at the various looks and the pointers from the busybodies on both sides of the long street, it seemed... that he was in trouble.

(End of this chapter)