An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

After the water bandits robbed the ship that night, they seemed to have taken away the last trace of summer's glory. In just three or four days, the weather turned cold quickly, and even Zhao had to put on his autumn clothes.

The boat walked on the river very slowly. The closer we get to Shu, the more turbulent the water becomes. It can no longer be said to be moving forward, but moving forward. Fortunately, Yuzhou can already see a corner of it in the dim light. It is estimated that in half a day, we can disembark at Yuzhou Ferry to rest.

The journey was coming to an end and there was no danger. Li Yizhen would often lean on the railing, open his hands, and chant poems loudly in the cool river breeze. Perhaps in Li Yizhen's own view, he was so heroic, but from the perspective of Zhao Ju, who was standing on a high place, he was just a yelling fool!

There wasn't much of a journey left, so Zhao simply didn't stop him. He had been suppressing it for ten days and a half, so he just yelled twice. It was good to vent his emotions.

Sure enough, the boat wandered for most of the day, and finally docked at Yuzhou Ferry as the sun gradually set. A group of green local officials had been waiting on the shore for a long time, and they were already impatient. But when they saw Li Yizhen's figure, they instantly put on a smile and rushed forward to help him.

"Little Marquis, you have been working hard all the way. Finally, the little Marquis is here. Yuzhou is full of glory, hahahaha. I have prepared a banquet, and I am just waiting to welcome the little Marquis."

The person taking the lead knew from the official uniform that he was the prefect of Yuzhou, so he shouldn't be so humble. But he still supported Li Yizhen respectfully, and even used the title of Shangguan.

Although Li Yizhen is good at eating, drinking and having fun, she still understands the world of people and the ecology of officialdom in the center. He stretched out his hands to hold the prefect's hand and greeted everyone with a smile.

"My lords are so polite, especially the magistrate. How can I be so humble as a subordinate? I am just a small lieutenant. I just happened to pass by Guibao on official business. It was my subordinate who bothered me."

I saw that the young Marquis in front of me was not as domineering as the legend said, but was actually very talkative. Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as they were afraid that the people above would be difficult to deal with and would lose their skin no matter what.

"Little Marquis, let's eat first. It's been a long and dusty journey. I pity the little Marquis for his rich body..."

Everyone was shouting and cheering, and Li Yizhen and Zhao couldn't even sit for a while, so they walked towards the restaurant in an uproar. Along the way, local officials greeted and sighed, holding Li Yizhen's smelly feet, but Zhao was left alone. Fortunately, Zhao had enough experience in being a bitch, so he followed slowly and ignored the noisy crowd, silently enjoying the surrounding scenery. When I came to Shu again, I found myself in a new state of mind.

The banquet was very grand, and although there were only two or three tables, the entire restaurant was still empty. During the banquet, there were not only officials but also local squire and wealthy people as companions. The protagonist was of course the young marquis Li Yizhen.

A group of people took turns to toast, one glass after another. Zhao who was swallowing his food next to him was dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the bottle of wine was gone. Who can withstand this speed? Fortunately, I am just a loser and don't have to participate in these social activities. So looking at Li Yizhen drinking one cup after another, Zhao felt bad, quickly filled his stomach, and hid on the balcony, keeping out of sight.

At a banquet, a group of people ate and drank for more than two hours, and then a group of singers and dancers were invited. During the banquet, they drank and danced, and held Li Yizhen's smelly feet in various ways, which made Zhao Jiu, who was across the wall, twitch the corner of his mouth. You have to be a cultural person, two hours! Every word of praise is different. What is this?

This is called cultural heritage!

Fortunately, there were no subsequent activities, but still, Li Yizhen was half-drunk and half-awake, and she was able to engage in some ridiculous drunken activities, so she felt like she was sleeping.

In the mess, Zhao helped Li Yizhen, who was talking drunkenly, back to his room. Behind him, several officials who were not drunk said goodbye to Li Yizhen reluctantly.

He helped Li Yizhen back to the room, threw it on the bed, and before Zhao could take off his shoes, he was already snoring like thunder. Go to bed after eating and drinking. No wonder he is so fat. He is so heavy that he can hardly move.

After just a few dozen steps, Zhao was exhausted and sweating all over, and he couldn't sleep anyway. I went downstairs and ordered a pot of rice wine. I released my true energy and felt my surroundings. Then I leaned under the door of the restaurant and drank in the moonlight, enjoying myself.

"Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao..."

While he was in high spirits, Zhao seemed to hear someone calling him in a trance. He turned around and looked around and saw darkness again. There was a hint of vigilance in his heart, and he frowned and stared into the darkness with squinted eyes. He was holding a wine bottle in one hand and already holding a throwing knife in the other hand.

After a few sounds, the surroundings fell into silence. After waiting for a while and not seeing anything wrong, he slowly put away the throwing knife, silently teasing himself for being too nervous, and his ears were buzzing. There was no sound, and he scared himself.

Perhaps he had other feelings. Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the restaurant, a thin figure moved toward Zhao Jue in the darkness. When he got closer, the thin figure slowly bowed his hands and said hello with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, I said goodbye to Liangzhou. I didn't expect to meet again here."

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, especially since Zhao had stayed in Liangzhou for a long time. When he heard the word Liangzhou, he suddenly became interested and squinted his eyes to look at the person coming.

The visitor reacted when he saw Zhao, and couldn't wait to say, "Master Zhao, I am Lin Ziyu, don't you remember? Fangtoushan, your four darts drove away the bandits and saved the big guy, have you forgotten?" "

Fangtou Mountain, Lin Ziyu, four darts and bandits, the memory of death suddenly came like a tide. Wasn't that the time when he was a killer performing for a living? Isn't Lin Ziyu the scholar Lin in Liangzhou? The picture in the memory suddenly became clear and connected with himself.

"Lin... Lin Xiucai?" Zhao Jue looked at the figure in front of him in surprise. Thin, with no flesh on his face, sunken eye sockets and messy hair, and he was not wearing a clean and tidy blue dress, but a tattered linen dress, most of which were patched.

Lin Ziyu stammered, and the moment he heard Zhao Jue Lin Xiucai, the light in his eyes brightened, but soon dimmed. Cui's hands trembled slightly, there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, and he sighed and spoke in a sad voice.

"How can we still call him a scholar now? How can a scholar be so destitute? I am ashamed, really ashamed."

Looking at the timid and cautious Lin Ziyu in front of him, Zhao Jue really couldn't connect this look with the image of a scholar standing upright and well-mannered outside Liangzhou City. Looking at Lin Ziyu in disbelief, Zhao Jue's voice trembled a little.

"Mr. Lin, what's going on? How come you are almost losing your human appearance?"

"Why are you so destitute?"