the knife of love

Chapter 135 Soldiers meet each other
The people at the gate of the General's Mansion stopped Tang Jingcheng.

"Post."

She didn't, she stood still under the umbrella, the rain poured down from the eaves of the umbrella, half of her face hidden behind the umbrella was cold and gloomy.

The person who stopped her thought she was a guest who came to the general's mansion for consumption, so he tapped the sign hanging next to him with the handle of his umbrella.

"Did you see? There is a big event going on here today, so we refuse to accept foreign guests. You should find another place to eat."

But Tang Jingcheng just stood there and didn't leave, without saying a word, his eyes were cold.

Seeing that she behaved differently, the gatekeeper winked at the two bodyguards standing not far away. Soon someone approached and grabbed her umbrella first, while the other held her arm.

Tang Jingcheng's entire face was exposed, with a plain and cold face, and the rain dripped down her chin.

With a sound of "Squeak -", the heavy gate of the General's Mansion was opened from the inside, and someone ran out holding an umbrella.

"Sister Tang..."

Yala yelled at her captors: "Let go of her, this is from Brother Nine."

Seeing that it was Yala, the bodyguard dared not do anything wrong.

Yaba immediately ran over and put the umbrella on top of Tang Jingcheng's head.

"Come on, Sister Tang, I'll take you in. It's already started inside. Brother Jiu will be very happy to know you're here." Yala talked to himself, but Tang Jingcheng followed him inside without saying a word.

When crossing the threshold, the gatekeeper stopped her again.

"search!"

"You try to search for me?" Yala stared back, "Do you know who she is? Who dares to search for her, Brother Ninth will not chop off his hand!"

The gatekeeper who was frightened by Yaba was a little timid.

"Go, Sister Tang, ignore these people!"

As soon as Yaba called her "Sister Tang", the two gatekeepers immediately came to their senses. Although few people in Jiurongtai had seen Tang Jingcheng's true face, almost everyone knew that Guan Jiu was the latest fan A girl surnamed "Tang", could it be the one in front of me?
Who dares to search her now, let her go immediately.

Yaba spat, opened an umbrella and led Tang Jingcheng in.

After entering, there is an open patio, open air, surrounded by terraces and lights, rainwater pours from the top, and pours along the eaves to the porch...

Crackling... Tang Jingcheng's black shoes stepped on the stagnant water on the bluestone slab.

"Sister Tang, it just so happened that you called me in the morning and knew that you would come to see Brother Nine tonight, but I haven't had time to tell him yet." Yala walked beside her and spoke in a very brisk voice.

"Brother Jiu seems to be in a bad mood these days. He must be happy that you came here, and you can give him a surprise when you go in later... Oh, by the way, Brother Jiu drank a lot tonight. I don't know if it's in his heart If something happens, you can go in and persuade him later."

Yala was chattering, but Tang Jingcheng didn't mention a word.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yala shut up and stopped,

The two walked along the eaves to the back hall.

Looking around, there are three-story small buildings around the courtyard, and the lights are on at all corners. Along the way, you can see left-behind servants and bodyguards standing everywhere.

This is a banquet at Jiurong Terrace, and the people inside are the principals from all over the place, and guns and weapons are not allowed, but there must be someone guarding outside, but only Guan Jiu's own people are guarding.

Although Jiurong Terrace has been peaceful on the surface for the past two years, who knows what is going on underneath!

In addition, today's huge general's mansion only hosts a one-table banquet, and even the waiters have retreated a lot, and the atmosphere is even more solemn under the infiltration of rain.

Soon the two circled around under the eaves of the courtyard and entered the back hall. They could vaguely hear the man's voice, which was not loud and intermittent.

The lights also began to gradually brighten.

"It's almost there, it's in the main hall at the back. Today's scene is quite big. All the principals of the various halls of Jiurongtai are in the hall." Yala explained, and Tang Jingcheng finally gave a soft "hmm".

Ya La sighed, always feeling that her expression was a little weird.

……

Guan Lue did drink a little too much today, usually he is very restrained in this kind of occasion, but today is an exception, he will not refuse anyone who comes to toast next.

The sharp-eyed ones could also see that Guan Lue's expression was not right today, as if he was in a bad mood, and none of the people sitting below dared to make a mistake, for fear that if he made a mistake, he would stab someone again.

Naturally, the meal was extraordinarily heavy.

In the entire main hall of hundreds of square meters, only the sound of dishes and knives and forks colliding was heard, until a person came in from outside and went directly to Guan Lue and whispered something in Guan Lue's ear.

Guan Lue's face darkened obviously, he put down the knife and fork in his hand, and wiped his mouth.

"Let her in."

For a while, people began to whisper to each other.

The door was opened from the outside, and the cool wind brought in the moisture from the rain.

"Thank you!" Tang Jingcheng turned his head and said to Yala, and raised his leg across the threshold.

The lights inside the door are bright, and there is a table more than 20 meters wide and covered with a white tablecloth.

Tang Jingcheng walked in and saw such a scene, everything seemed orderly and solemn.

She stood at the end of the table and looked up. At a glance, she could see the man sitting on the main seat, also dressed in black, holding a half glass of wine in his hand, but she couldn't see the man's face clearly from too far away.

The entire hall was silent, and everyone knew who the woman who came in suddenly was.

Until Guan Lue hooked his fingers to the subordinate next to him.

"Brother Nine..."

"Bring her here."

The people below lowered their eyes and pretended to continue eating.

The subordinate walked towards Tang Jingcheng and nodded slightly: "Ninth brother told you to go over."

Tang Jingcheng seemed to smile, and walked around the long table.

In a short distance of tens of meters, the principals on both sides of the table walked past in silence, so she walked all the way to Guan Lue, and now she finally saw clearly, saw the man's face clearly.

He was wearing a black shirt with a stiff texture. The two buttons on the top were unbuttoned, revealing some smooth lines and muscles inside. Red wine, put one hand on the armrest of the seat and turn sideways slightly.

"Are you looking for me?" He spoke first, his voice neither high nor low, in a normal tone.

Tang Jingcheng still didn't make a sound, just smiled slightly, moved a little closer, walked up to Guan Lue and bent down.

The distance between the two suddenly shortened, and the two bodyguards at the side immediately approached. Guan Lue raised one hand and gently raised it back, signaling the bodyguards to back down.

"What's the matter?" He asked again, and he could smell the light lemon scent on the girl's body in his breath, which was the scent of her usual body wash.

She didn't even smoke.

good phenomenon.

Guan slightly raised his eyes, Tang Jingcheng, who was close at hand, had mild eyebrows, moisture from the rain on his eyelashes, his eyes were as calm as water, her black hair was tied into a bun, and there was no hair left on his forehead. The small face can be seen at a glance, but there is no makeup, the lips are light, and the complexion inevitably looks a little cool.

Such Tang Jingcheng reminded Guan Lue of the first time he saw her in Tengchong, harmless and confused.

"My father is dead." This was the first sentence she said, but she didn't move when it was supposed to be a sad sentence.

The corners of Guan Lue's lips curled up: "It's been published in the newspaper, sorry!"

She smiled lightly, and said the second sentence: "Today is Qiguan's death day."

"Really? I don't know that."

Tang Jingcheng still smiled, leaned over to take the wine glass that Guan Lue was holding in his hand, and approached again: "It's okay, I'll tell you now." Then he raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in the glass.

There are wine stains on the corner of the mouth.

She wiped it across her arms. She was wearing a black tunic dress with lace on the floor, which was graceful and gorgeous, and the lace and decorations on the cuffs seemed a bit cumbersome.

She has never worn such cumbersome clothes.

Guan Lue's thoughts moved slightly, and Tang Jingcheng had already smashed the wine glass over when he came back to his senses. He quickly dispersed, and a cold light from his side quickly stabbed towards him. Guan Lue raised his hand to hold it, and the blade cut into his chest belly of palm.

That dagger was indeed sharp, and Guan Lue had paid attention to it when he bought it in Tengchong.

The two looked at each other for half a second, and they could smell a strong smell of blood in their nostrils, and blood dripped from the palm of Guan Lue.

The people around did not dare to move, because the knife was still held by Guan Lue.

They were so close to each other that they could see the light in each other's eyes, Guan Lue was still calm, but Tang Jingcheng's eyes were full of cruelty.

The girl's ruthless look cheered him up.

The bodyguard has rushed over.

With a "hiss—" sound like skin and bones being cut, Tang Jingcheng resisted the sour smell in his chest and forcefully pulled the knife out of his clenched palm, the blood splashed red on the snow-white tablecloth in front of him.

The principals on both sides stood up in a "swish", and the guards outside also pushed the door in when they heard the movement inside, and the entire General's Mansion was alarmed.

One of the bodyguards went up and kicked Tang Jingcheng. The dagger in her hand fell to the ground, her back hit the armrest of the chair next to her, and she fell down.

Guan Lue saw that she raised her hand and pulled the back of her head heavily, and all the hair that was originally tied into a bun fell apart.

"Hold her hand!" He yelled at the bodyguard.

It's a pity that it was too late. Tang Jingcheng came prepared. There was a small sharp blade hidden in the bun, and a bloody gash was left on the snow-white neck.

Guan Lue felt bloated and rushed over, Tang Jingcheng had already fallen to the ground.

Regardless of his hand injury, he directly picked up the person on the ground and put her on the ground. He unbuttoned her chest with both hands, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, including the black chest wrapped inside. Breathe.

Guan Lue covered the wound on her neck with one palm, and pressed on her chest with the other.

Under the palm was her beating heart, and the blood from Guan Lue's hand was all over the undulating chest line, it was astonishingly white and dazzlingly red.

Tang Jingcheng panted slightly, and stretched his eyelids: "I know... I can't kill you...!"

Guan Lue was so angry that his thoughts were confused, and he yelled at her: "Is this what the hell is so good for you?"

Tang Jingcheng laughed, she could still laugh at this time.

"Today is Qiguan's death day...I can't kill you...At least I can still meet him..." The people on the ground started to twitch while speaking.

Fuck!
Guan slightly gritted his teeth: "Don't talk!", turned around and shouted at the people around: "Come and hold her heart artery!"

But the surrounding area was completely silent, and no one dared to do so.

He raised his blood-red eyes, and the crowd backed away, who dared to touch the woman in his arms.

"Yaba, come here!" He yelled at Yala who had already squeezed to the front.

Yala was already stupid, stuck there.

Guan slightly moved one hand away and tore off the belt on Tang Jingcheng's skirt, squeezed it in his hand and stared at Yala: "If you don't want her to die, come here."

Only then did Yala come back to his senses and walked over in a daze, Guan Lue tore him off, and forcibly pressed his hand on Tang Jingcheng's heaving chest.

Below is her hot skin and rising and rising bustline.

Yaba held back his breath, and there was heat in his nostrils.

Guan Lue quickly wrapped the belt in Tang Jingcheng's neck around the wound on Tang Jingcheng's neck. Fortunately, she was not sophisticated enough and the situation was urgent, so she didn't hurt the carotid artery when she cut it.

It's just that Guan Lue's palm and abdomen were cut too badly, and when Tang Jingcheng bandaged the wound, her neck was covered with blood.

Lying on the ground, she saw the man's furrowed brows in a hazy state of consciousness. At this moment, she could feel the murderous look in his eyes, with a strong smell of blood on her body.

The two finally reached the point where they were going to fight each other.

There was a dead silence around, only the heavy breathing of Guan Lue and Ya Lao could be heard.

After the wound was bandaged, Guan Lue hugged her to his body.

"Has an ambulance been called?"

"called!"

He looked down at the person in his arms, Tang Jingcheng's consciousness had begun to slacken, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Don't sleep, if you fucking dare to sleep, I'll dig up Qiu Qiguan's grave!"

She vaguely heard his roar, and couldn't help but feel like laughing again, but she couldn't laugh anymore, and gradually fell asleep in Guan Lue's arms...

The ambulance arrived soon, and the doctor carried out Tang Jingcheng who had fallen into a coma. Yala wanted to follow, but dared not.

After the doctor left, the crowd in the hall gradually dispersed, and no one dared to speak.

The meal was finished.

Guan Lue stood up from the ground, his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, he staggered slightly at his feet, and the palm and abdomen cut by Tang Jingcheng had already dripped blood all over the floor.

"Ninth brother, your hand..."

Yala stepped forward to remind him, but Guan Lue didn't speak, as if the deep wound wasn't on his body, he just walked slowly to the place where he was sitting just now, the dagger that Tang Jingcheng used to stab him was lying on the ground.

He picked up the dagger, wiped off the blood on it with a tissue, and put it in his pocket.

Turning around, everyone in the hall buried their heads in silence, only Yala was still standing in front of him in shock.

Guan slightly glanced at him, and suddenly smiled, pulled a tissue from the table and handed it to him: "Wipe the blood."

"What?" Yala was baffled, until something warm dripped from his lips, and when he touched it with his hand, he realized it was blood.

Nima, nosebleed.

"..."

"What happened tonight must not be pursued!" Guan Lue said, pulling a square scarf from the table sideways and wrapping it around his hands indiscriminately.

"Separate seats!"

He turned around and left, leaving behind a messy hall and everyone looking at each other.

Lightning and thunder still thundered outside the hall. It has been raining for many days, and it seems that there is no sign of stopping.

The sound of the ambulance was far away.

The General's Mansion was brightly lit.

After Guan Lue left, everyone commented that they had seen the real-life "beauty assassination" once, but Guan Lue's reaction was too normal, and he didn't pursue it!
Fan Qingyan, who watched coldly from the beginning to the end, stared at the big pool of blood on the ground and smiled, gently twisting the remaining three fingers of his right hand with his left hand.

interesting!
(End of this chapter)