"Uncle Jie, we have been in this ghost place for several months. How long will it take?" Bishan asked impatiently, "Don't forget that the employer is still waiting for news."

Lao Jie continued to look out the window, not caring about Bishan's criticism at all. Until the young lady couldn't help it, he slowly said: "Miss Bishan, I'm anxious and can't eat hot tofu. You have been practicing for so many years, why can't you still be calm?"

Bishan's face changed drastically. Although she had been wandering around for many years, she was born in an official family and had a little bit of reserve as a lady. She was indeed a little grateful to Uncle Jie who saved her fate, but she hated him to the core of his attitude that she didn't take herself seriously. However, what if she was an orphan who had nothing? "Red and Fans" sounded nice, but almost every task was taken by Lao Jie, and every final kill was taken by Lao Jie. Although the outside world said that her method was so tragic, Bishan herself knew that no matter how high her martial arts skills were, she would never be able to live without Lao Jie, even if the outside world seemed to be together so funny.

"Miss Bishan won't forget Ajue, right?" Lao Jie asked casually, "This time I came for his current master. Isn't there any bump in my heart? Are you not afraid that my old lover will draw his sword at you?" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a clang sound. The angry Bishan had already unsheathed his sword and crossed his neck.

"Uncle Jie, I respect your life-saving grace. I hope you don't get too far and forget the master and servant!" Bishan said coldly, "Otherwise, I don't mind letting the red fan love lose half." She slowly withdrew the sword in her hand and left the room without looking back.

Seeing Bishan go away, Lao Jie, who was originally expressionless, suddenly burst into laughter, and his sarcasm was obvious. "Miss Bishan, do you really think you are still the daughter of the official family? If it weren't for me to keep you useful, why should you keep you until today? Kill me, hahahaha, kill me and you go to beg for food? Humph, a girl who overestimates her abilities!"

Bishan walked aimlessly on the streets of Fuzhou. These days, officers and soldiers searched for suspicious people from other places. If she hadn't traveled around the country and understood a lot of Minnan dialect, she would have been arrested and jailed. Even so, with her beauty, she had been harassed several times by some soldiers with no eyes, so she would have been dressed as a man.

"Master, let's have a sugar cake!" An old woman with white haired hair said attentively, "This sugar cake is fragrant and soft, and it's delicious!"

The woman next to her glared at the old man with disdain, then turned to her face with a smile on her face and said, "My uncle, you are a noble man when you see that you are a noble man. How can the sugar cake be worthy of a person like you? Why not give me a bowl of sweet soup to warm up your body."

Bishan glanced at the old man casually, but her eyes were attracted by the rough sugar cake. Once upon a time, the boy fought with others for such a thing, and then, just to make herself smile, gave it to herself as a treasure. At that time, the arrogant one did not know what to cherish, and she stepped on the kindness of others again and again, humiliating the poor boy in the competition again and again.

"Give me five sugar cakes." She handed over a handful of copper, but her heart felt sour.

The old woman was overjoyed when she heard this. Although it was just a small business of copper coins, the weather was getting colder and it was getting harder to sell the sugar cake. The woman next to her stared at the yellow copper coins with jealousy and muttered dissatisfaction: "I am another ignorant. My sweet soup is much better than the Luoshi sugar cake..."

Bishan didn't bother to pay attention to the talkative woman, so she took the sugar cake handed over by the old man and turned around and left. The old man was still talking thanks there, but she didn't care that Bishan had already walked away. She counted the copper in her hand one by one, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Relying on the wall of a waste house, Bishan lowered her head and put a piece of sugar cake into her mouth. However, she could not find the familiar sweetness, and replaced it with boundless bitterness. Why, why did she meet that person after wandering around the world for many years? She spat out the sugar cake in her mouth and punched the wall. Anger-filled punch trembled with a brick wall that was originally ruins, and her own hand also cut a few long holes. Bishan looked down at the hands that were originally the daughter of the official family, and the white hands, but now it was covered with blood and death.

"A Jue, let's break up between us." A cold smile appeared on Bishan's face, "Let me see if you, the former crown of children, can withstand my hard work over the years." She resolutely glanced at Lao Jie and her hiding place, and headed in the opposite direction without looking back.

At night, everything was extremely quiet, and only the updater who was playing the update was still striking the drums with responsibilities. Lao Jie had not seen Bishan come back yet, and his face became very ugly. He was afraid that the young lady would have a temper. If she had made her own decisions, then all his efforts over the years would be wasted. He picked up the short sword on the table beside him and floated out the window like a light smoke.

Ming Jue's right eye had been leaping for several days. For some reason, he, who had always disbelief in ghosts and gods, felt a sense of terror. This made him raise his alertness to twelve points. However, Feng Wuhen couldn't stand it. Although he had indeed given the order to let Ming Jue protect himself, this idiot followed too closely, just like a shadow. He couldn't scold him yet, and he was really depressed.

In order to prevent assassination these days, Xu Chunshu refused to let Feng Wuhen go out, and his range of activities was limited to a small area in the imperial envoy's headquarters. And whenever he entered and left, there must be more than a dozen people behind him. Even Ming Jue stood by his side while sleeping. This monster-like guy could actually stand and rest. This was the first time Feng Wuhen discovered it. However, he became more and more curious about Ming Jue's past. The rumors he had heard could not satisfy his appetite at all.

Feng Wuhen sat down in the pavilion ignorantly. The original owner of the mansion was really luxurious. Not only did he attract the pond in front of him, but there were not less than a hundred kinds of flowers in the garden alone, all of which were very rare. "The rich family smelled of wine and meat, and the road was frozen to death." Ming Jue, who was beside him, suddenly interrupted for no reason, and a trace of humane emotions appeared on his face.

Feng Wuhen was shocked. This personal guard who was like an iceberg could recite poems. He couldn't help but stand up, stared at Ming Jue and looked at him, "Did you recite those two sentences just now?" Although he knew that his actions were a bit rude, he couldn't help asking.

"It was taught by someone else when I was young." Ming Jue's eyes were a little unnatural. "I just saw Your Highness looking disapproving, so I accidentally thought it out."

"Hahahaha!" Feng Wuhen couldn't help laughing. He hadn't been so happy for a long time. Seeing that Ming Jue, who had always been cold, also showed his childlike appearance. How could he not be happy? Unexpectedly, when he was only halfway through laughter, Ming Jue rushed towards him and pressed him under him in the blink of an eye.

Pupp pupp pupp pupp pupp, after a series of muffled sounds, Feng Wuhen was shocked to find that the pillar he was standing was covered with diamond-shaped spikes. If Ming Jue had not discovered it quickly just now, he would have turned into a hornet's nest. "There is an assassin, protect your highness!" A guard not far away shouted at the top of his throat, and quickly surrounded the pavilion with several people. When the fire appeared in the distance, it was obvious that he had received an alarm. Teams of people appeared in sight with torches.

A black shadow suddenly rushed out of the water, and his body shook, and turned into several figures, pounced on Feng Wuhen on the ground. "Shadow technique!" Xu Chunshu, not far away, exclaimed, and his footwork was faster. What a joke, he was assassinated twice in just a few months. He was spreading his first-class guard, but he had no face to see anyone.

Ming Jue picked up Feng Wuhen and floated strangely to the side, just avoiding the thunder attack. "Your Highness, offend!" He shouted softly. Feng Wuhen was wondering about his words, and suddenly realized that he had flew up like a cloud and fog, and fell straight into the crowd that was coming. "Mr. Xu, please!" Ming Jue shouted loudly, and didn't look at the people who came to help, turned around and forced the assassin. Xu Chunshu hurriedly rose up and steadily took Feng Wuhen down. The onlookers were covered in cold sweat.

"Damn it!" Bishan cursed in her heart, however, she had no choice but to face Ming Jue's cunning. As an assassin, it is reasonable to miss a single blow and escape immediately, but she has lost the best chance to escape. She should have slipped away when she shot out the death cone. "Try it!" A crazy thought suddenly appeared in her mind.

Bringing off the masked black cloth, Bishan proudly presented her face to everyone. "Oh no!" Xu Chunshu shouted in disbelief. With his eyesight, he could not see that this woman was the person who was uneasy when she met on the street last time. I think it must have something to do with that ice cube. But at this moment, his task is to protect the prince Feng Wuhen, so how can he help?

"Old Ling, Xiao Ye, you go and help Ming Jue. Be sure to capture that female assassin alive!" Xu Chunshu shouted to the two beside him, "Your Highness has me here, you go quickly!"

Although they didn't know the whole story, Ling Renjie and Ye Feng had always trusted Xu Chunshu and rushed forward without thinking. Dai Dao Mingjue suddenly roared to the sky, and his voice was extremely shrill. The two of them stopped and looked at the man and woman in confrontation in confusion.

"Didn't you see me long ago, why do you still look surprised?" Bishan's voice was as cold as ice, "I came here to assassinate your master. Why, you, who have always killed people like terrible, dare not kill me?"

"Don't force me!" Ming Jue's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were even red as if he was about to melt everything.

"Then come on, let me see how much you have grown in the past few years!" Bishan smiled slightly, reached out to her waist, and a soft sword that shone like a crescent moon suddenly attacked Mingjue like a poisonous snake.

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