Ping An Biography

The female assassin with a tulle on her face cast a wink and said coyly: "No wonder someone is so fond of you, you are really skinny, or if you sleep with me for one night, I will let you go." How about it?"

Before Zhang Ning could answer, Luo Yaoniang said coldly: "Scholars can be killed and cannot be humiliated, don't dawdle here, give it a good time!" The female assassin smiled and said: "I always keep my word, don't you It's a joke, besides, I'm asking Mr. Ping'an. Mr. Ping'an, what do you think of this deal?" Zhang Ning knew that the girl was teasing him, so he said, "Is this not good?" He remembered jumping out of the window that night in Nanjing It was about escaping, but he didn’t look back at the window at this time, he just remembered that he had bolted the window before he fell asleep. It would be more difficult to repeat the same trick, and this time he was not alone in the room, and he was in nowhere. A foreign land of acquaintances.

The female assassin with the peach blossom iron fan whispered: "Why, I'm not beautiful enough, or is my body not good enough?" While talking, she took a few steps forward, deliberately puffing out her chest so that the protruding part would push up the loose clothes.She was getting closer and closer, Zhang Ning was holding the kitchen knife tightly in his hand, and he could cut someone with a swing from the current distance.But he still didn't move. Not only did he have no confidence in killing this girl, but there were two people beside her. Since they were assassins, their skills might not be too bad.Zhang Ning stared at the girl in front of him, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a scar on her face covered by the scarf.She also noticed Zhang Ning's gaze, and immediately stood there, sighed slightly, and said, "I like the night... the hazyness can cover up a lot of things." She turned around as she spoke. Yes, almost with his back to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning gripped the kitchen knife tighter and tighter, it would not be a loss if he could kill one of them!He felt that his palms were soaked in sweat, and he knew that he would tie a piece of cloth to the handle of the knife to prevent it from slipping.

At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head, looked at Zhang Ning's calm face with interest, and said with a smile: "You also compose a poem for me, like 'If life is just like seeing it at first 'That's good, I'll let you go right away...do you believe it now?"

Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that this matter was very strange. How did she know that poem?The first time he plagiarized this poem was published the night before he fled. It is not ruled out that he was heard by the enemy's eyeliner outside Fuleyuan, but the matter after that is very urgent. The first word... If that's the case, what kind of realm is this, isn't it child's play?In addition to other possibilities, people who have heard this poem include Ms. Wang Jia, Ma Maocai, and Fang Ling from Fuleyuan. Among them, Fang Ling's transmission is the most likely, because Miss Wang's family doesn't have much ink, and even Ma Maocai can't recite it after listening to it once. down.

Is this female assassin related to Fang Ling?Is Fang Ling an enemy or a friend?

No matter what, a gleam of hope rose in Zhang Ning's heart for a moment, and he immediately threw the useless kitchen knife on the ground with a "jingle", and said calmly, "It's like this, respect is worse than obedience."

Luo Yaoniang looked at him puzzled, there was still some irritation in her eyes, Zhang Ning was willing to be teased like a monkey?The female assassin's face showed joy, not like a disguise.Everything that happened in front of Luo Yaoniang made her feel very strange.

"Take out the pen and ink to serve Mr. Ping An." Iron Fan Assassin ordered, it seems that she was prepared, the package contained not a weapon but paper and ink.

Zhang Ning glanced at the peach blossoms drawn on the paper of the fan in her hand, and he was already concerned about it, so he took the pen and dipped it in ink to write.Perhaps his actions seemed a little sloppy, so the female assassin reminded: "People come all the way to ask for a poem, you can't let me be compared."

Zhang Ning forced a smile, and wrote with a swipe of his pen.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple..." As soon as she read the sentence, the female assassin became overjoyed, picked up her fan and took a look, "It fits the occasion!"

"...The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. When drunk, he only sits in front of the flowers, and when drunk, he comes to sleep with flowers; half awake and half drunk, day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year. I hope the old and dead flowers In the wine room, I don’t want to bow before the chariots and horses; the dust and horses on the chariots are enough for the rich, and the poor are destined for the poor. If the rich and the poor are compared, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor are on the chariots and horses, he has to drive I have to be free. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through; I don’t see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.”

Zhang Ning wrote very fast. In his previous life, he liked this poem with very vernacular words, and he was very familiar with it. He wrote it casually without any pressure.He let out a breath and put down the brush, and blew on the paper. He was also affected by the artistic conception in the poem and felt that he became chic, so he pretended to smile casually: "This poem is worth two lives. Is it?"

The female assassin was so happy that she looked again and again: "You scholar, you are really considerate. No wonder people are reluctant to part with you after only seeing you once. My name is Peach Blossom Fairy. When I go back, I have to draw a fan. Inscribe this poem on the side of the painting of peach blossoms. It's a pity that Mr. Ping'an can't write on the fan."

"It's useless to ask questions. You use this fan to fight with human weapons. The fan bones are made of iron, so it is not easy to damage. It will be a matter of time before the fan surface is torn." Zhang Ning said with his hands behind his back. He paused and tried again, "' If life is just like first meeting', the first poem has 56 characters, but this poem has 140 characters, aren't you afraid that you can't compare to Miss Fang? At least the number of characters is more than hers."

The female assassin who called herself "Peach Blossom Fairy" recalled her thoughts and glanced at him: "That's what happened. Then I'll take my leave. Thank you Mr. Ping An for the poem." After finishing speaking, she carefully put away the rice paper and put it in like a treasure. in the package.

Zhang Ning clasped his fists and said, "Forgive me for sending you off far away."

"There will be a period later." Peach Blossom Fairy and the others quickly disappeared outside the door.

Zhang Ning closed the door and walked back swaggeringly. Seeing Luo Yaoniang looking at her in disbelief, she finally couldn't help asking: "They just left?"

I just came back from the death line, and I was suddenly safe for the time being. That feeling was so light and refreshing. Zhang Ning was so excited that he wanted to dance with his hands and feet, but he felt that he should pretend to be more...or humorous, so he pretended to be serious and relaxed. He said in a calm tone: "They actually came to ask for poetry, and the poetry is very satisfying, why don't you leave?"

Luo Yaoniang frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "Who is Miss Fang? You know Miss Fang, and your friendship is not bad; and the assassin known as the Peach Blossom Fairy also has friendship with Miss Fang, so she let you go, actually because Miss Fang, it’s not a poem. What’s the matter? Peach Blossom Fairy can’t take risks for a poem, if she lets us go, we’ll be in trouble, how can I explain to Zhou Ne’s people?”

Zhang Ning sighed, thinking that Luo Yaoniang really lacks a sense of humor, and wondered if it was a common problem of the ancients.

"Who is Miss Fang?" Luo Yaoniang asked again with a heavy tone, it was almost a question, with a look of jealousy and anger.

"Miss Fang?" Zhang Ning pondered for a moment, then said helplessly, "Oh! She is a brothel girl."

He said in his heart that he had taken advantage of this girl due to circumstances, and felt that she was somewhat interested in him. What kind of concept does this Ming Dynasty woman have?He was a little lacking in concepts, mainly because Zhang Ning was not a promiscuous person in the past, and he didn't have much experience in his memory.I'm afraid that Luo Yaoniang thinks that she is stepping on two boats or abandoning everything, so how can she get revenge in the future?Now that she has no power or power, she is Yang Shiqi's daughter, and she will have to rely on Lord Yang's party to survive in the future. If she really gets angry, isn't she courting death?So simply tell the truth that Fang Ling is a prostitute, so as to save Luo Yaoniang from getting entangled in this matter: According to the customs of the Ming Dynasty, wives can only marry one, but the scholar class in the early Ming Dynasty could not marry a prostitute as a regular wife. It's very difficult for a woman to go back and be a concubine, so Fang Ling doesn't have any feelings that threaten Luo Yaoniang; but it's a bit bad for her image, but she is piao|ji, helpless.

"You..." Luo Yaoniang was really angry, and she struggled to sit up, she seemed to be cured by eight points, she picked up the pillow and threw it over, "Zhang Ning! I didn't expect you to be such a person! "

"Don't be impatient, your health is important, aren't you still sick?" Zhang Ning hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her, "If I didn't know Miss Fang, we would be dead now. What kind of person am I? A dead person."

"Don't touch me, men and women can't kiss each other!" Luo Yaoniang was still angrily, "Who are you and what do I have to do with you?" She may also realize a real problem now, she had only known Zhang Ning for a few days and had a heart attack. Good impression, this person looks good, is literary and can write poems, other women also like it, most likely he is a romantic, otherwise how can he have such good friendship with j|girls?

Zhang Ning couldn't explain and didn't want to explain. He took a breath and said, "You should lie down and rest for a while. It's the business to get well soon. Although I have temporarily defeated the assassin, I am afraid that I will meet Zhou Ne's other opponents." People and horses, it is better for us to set off as soon as possible to get out of danger."

Luo Yaoniang still has many advantages, such as general knowledge and understanding, she didn't continue to pester her little temper, and continued to sleep after drinking another bowl of medicine, but Zhang Ning was no longer allowed to share a bed with her.Zhang Ning had no choice but to make do with the crooked chair for half the night.

In the early morning of the next day, Luo Yaoniang's illness was still not healed, but she was much better after resting for a day and a night. This place was not safe and they had to go as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams.

They traveled all the way north, but fortunately they never met any interception on the road.Thinking that Zhou Na, who was in charge of this matter, didn't have too many people, otherwise he wouldn't have sent an unreliable Jianghu person like "Peach Blossom Fairy" to handle the matter.After all, Zhou Na is a civil servant, and there is no need or condition for him to raise dead soldiers.

When approaching the boundary of Shuntian Mansion, both of them gradually became more relaxed. Luo Yaoniang said: "Once you enter Beijing, you don't have to be afraid of that week. This person is so poor that he can't help but use such indecent methods. He is not an official. No one can protect him according to the rules. Let's wait and see what happens to him."