Brocade without a knife

The atmosphere is very weird, and He Si doesn't need to look at it, he knows that his loyal subordinates must have imagined a wonderful scene of "the domineering admiral forcibly seized the little Jinyiwei, and abused his heart and body".

He Si pressed his eyebrows hard, trying to suppress the growl of "I'm not, I'm not, I'm still a pure boy from a good family", passed by him without squinting, and before pushing the door open, he smiled coldly: "Just you Now this half-dead look?"

The disdain and disdain in his tone were obvious.

Immediately, Zhao Jingzhong and the Dongchang fans who were hiding in the dark took a breath of air, and the eyes they looked at Hesi were already filled with the words in capital letters and bold - scumbag.

Hesi: "..."

Back then, she pretended to be cowardly, but who would have thought that someone would come to her today? ? ?

A scumbag is a scumbag, who hasn't been a scum a few times when he was young, and He Si decided to be ruthless to the end, directly took out the key from his sleeve and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, the key hadn't been inserted into the dusty brass lock yet, and Hesi's Yusa was grabbed hard and pulled down.

He Si lowered his eyes indifferently, and when he met those eyes that were as black as lacquer and as bright as stars, he unconsciously froze for a moment.

Those eyes were like Hesi's first impression when he saw it, like a knife with a hidden edge, but now the knife shone with a cold light, although it was smiling, it looked at him very menacingly, slightly The raised mouth opened and closed: "Master Admiral, don't you want to eat it up and refuse to accept it? You didn't say that when you were in the wing room of Yihong Courtyard."

"..." He Si could even hear a clear "Wow" coming from the corner, the smile on his face finally cracked, he was a little out of breath, and blurted out with a hot head, "Fart! What does the man say on the bed?" Can you believe it?!"

The way Zhao Jingzhong looked at him was no longer a scumbag, but a beast...

Hesi: "..."

He couldn't keep messing around with him like this anymore, and He Si had a premonition that if he continued to entangle, tomorrow there would be a frightening topic about "the admiral of the East Factory and Jin Yiwei's private meeting in Yihong Courtyard, fighting for [-] rounds".

He Si pulled his legs decisively and neatly, and Yesa had just lifted up half of the piece, not even a foot above the ground, but the man had already rolled down the steps, blood quickly stained the light-colored linen cloth, on his chest Large spread, shocking.

Hesi: "..."

He Si and Zhao Jingzhong looked at each other, He Si raised his hand to cover half of his face, waved his hand in frustration, and said weakly: "Bring him in."

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After getting people in, He Si found that the house that had been unoccupied for a long time was so dirty that there was nowhere to set foot.Fortunately, the people in the East Factory were very efficient in their work. In less than a moment, they cleaned up the East Wing, carried the people in and settled them down.

Fanzi, who led the way, was Zhao Jingzhong's capable man, named Yanchun, who was as fair and elegant as his name, and was good at machetes.He Si had seen him kill people, the scimitar cut across like a silver moon, and before the man could scream, the severed head rolled down like an overripe watermelon.

Yan Chun arranged the person carefully, glanced hesitantly at the pale person above, lowered his head and cupped his hands respectfully: "Master Governor, do you want to invite a doctor to take a look at him?"

Zhao Jingzhong moved a chair over, and Si sat lazily, with his legs folded, the sitting posture of other people must be vulgar, but when he did it, he gave off a lazy and elegant taste, he waved his hands to signal No need, after thinking for a while, he said, "Clean the kitchen and boil some hot water and porridge."

After all, he was the one who "kicked" people down, just waiting to die, and felt sorry for Si's remaining conscience.

After Yanchun listened, he shouldn't say too much, and went away under orders.

The fans of Dongchang have many skills, not to mention boiling water and cooking porridge, and Hesi heard that there was a proficient chef who was proficient in cooking by his godfather.

Killing people is like chopping vegetables, the tip of the knife hits the ground; holding a spoon is like embroidery, when the spoon is picked up, the color and fragrance will fall.

This person has been rated as an excellent detective in the East Factory every year, but unfortunately he injured his leg when arresting an important criminal. He can no longer be a sharp knife in the hands of his godfather, so he gradually disappeared in the East Factory.

When He Si heard Zhao Jingzhong mention him, he asked about the whereabouts of this person.

After all, the sharp weapon to kill is easy to get, but the chef in charge is hard to find.If you can't do murder and arson, you can still work as an imperial cook in the palace. The salary is high, the risk is low, and the oil and water are sufficient. It is simply Hesi's ideal career!

He Si looked at Zhao Jingzhong's hands that could burn through the bottom of a pot, and sighed bitterly.

However, Zhao Jingzhong said that the man was probably dead, and a useless knife is also a knife, especially a knife that knows too many secrets of the godfather, it is impossible to exist in the world.

Hesi listened, and after a long time, he patted Zhao Jingzhong on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Zhongzhong. I won't treat you like this."

Zhao Jingzhong's dark face was indifferent, without any emotion: "Master, don't worry. Generally speaking, we won't live to be killed by you."

Hesi: "..."

Let's look at his subordinates cooking porridge, and those who went to the other house to clean the courtyard to clean the courtyard, and four sitting in the Taishi chair with a string of polished tourmalines, looking at the person on the bed in distress.

Zhao Jingzhong also took a look, felt that the man was not in good condition, and said in a low voice: "Supervisor, why don't you find him a doctor to take a look at?"

He Si clicked his tongue: "He belongs to Jin Yiwei..."

Before the words fell, Zhao Jingzhong drew his sword and went up.

He Si: "...you wait!"

He called to stop Zhao Jingzhong's knife that was already on the man's neck.

Zhao Jingzhong said murderously: "Supervisor! This person actually managed to find this private house. It can be seen that he deliberately approached you deliberately. He must have ulterior motives and schemes!"

After finishing speaking, the knife sank two more points, and it was already pressing on the man's neck which was so pale that blue veins could be seen, a bloodstain slowly appeared.

The man didn't even move, so it could be seen that he hadn't woken up yet.

He Si said calmly: "Since it's an evil intention, then he should be spared for interrogation later. Zhong Zhong, I have told you many times that you should not act recklessly, and you must think twice before acting."

Zhao Jingzhong suddenly realized, and looked at He Si with admiration and shame: "What the governor said is very true."

He Si sent him to guard outside the door, fearing that he would stay here and stab someone with a knife if he disagreed with him.

Zhao Jingzhong was still hesitant at first, and glanced at the young man lying on the bed worriedly, but when he saw He Si insisted on this, suddenly his head lit up, as if he had figured something out, with an expression of "I understand", nah Na said: "Then I'll stay outside first..." He looked at Hesi hesitantly but said in a low voice, "Master Du, since you want to keep him, you should be gentle, after all... There is ample time. "

He Si watched in shock as Zhao Jingzhong quickly exited the door, and even closed the door considerately.He thought bitterly, Zhongzhong, wow Zhongzhong, who polluted you, made you, a straight man straighter than a steel pipe, understand what it means to have a long life in the future!

The room was so quiet for a moment, only to hear the tourmaline beads in He Si's hands rolling over the fingertips one by one, crisp and melodious.

After rolling ten times, He Siwai lost his patience, got up slowly, and walked to the bed.

He bent down and looked at the man carefully, frowning.

The man who closed his eyes and fell into a coma no longer had that cold and unruly hostility on his face, nor did he have the frivolous and ruffian look he had when they met for the first time, but instead showed a kind of fragility.

It was a kind of fragility that He Si would lose all life when he pinched it lightly, He Si's tiger's muzzle was stuck on his neck and lingered, and his pulse was beating in his palm.

One click at a time, the rhythm is steady.

He made a sudden effort, but the man remained motionless.

The strength of the four palms gradually increased, and a faint blush quickly spread upward from the place where he pinched, and the veins on the man's neck burst out one by one.

Until He Si had a bad feeling, the moment he let go, the man also opened his eyes.

The man opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he coughed violently twice, which made the blood on his chest dizzy deeper and wider.

He coughed and said, "I originally thought that the governor wanted me to fend for myself here, but he wanted to kill someone to silence me."

Hesi tilted his head slightly, the sunlight slid across his drooping face, making his eyebrows innocent and touching: "Hey, don't say that, our family is just worried that you will faint completely once you faint, we have no choice but to It’s just a trick to wake you up.”

In this room full of old-colored furniture, he is the only color, gorgeous but dangerous: "You Jinyiwei didn't call me the governor. It sounds uncomfortable to our family. You should follow your rules and call me the factory owner." Bar."

Hearing this, the man showed a subtle expression that seemed to be a mockery or a wry smile, and his eyes fell on He Si's face.

The accent that the admiral of the East Factory spoke was completely different from other young eunuchs who deliberately choked their throats, and his final voice had a soft and clear juvenile voice.The person lying on the bed thought, maybe his ancestral home is in Gusu, Gusu is rich, and he is a man who must be loved by his family. For some reason, he was transferred to the capital and entered the palace as a slave.

Seeing that he was distracted, He Si was not very happy, and he kept his tone here for a long time, not to mention applauding the venue, at least he gave a hum twice to save face.

How angry, let's throw him out and feed it to the dogs.

The man's intuition was very keen, and he noticed the little anger in He Sizang's eyes almost instantly, and he coughed weakly twice: "Don't blame me, Governor, I'm really out of energy..."

"Dele, don't put on airs with me here." Hesi snorted calmly, with a little sarcasm in the corner of his eyes, "You can fool others with your injury, but save your energy and make it up in front of me. You Jinyiwei and us Dongchang was taught by a torture hall master earlier, and I am very clear about the three-axes of extorting confessions and torture. Your wound looks bloody and horrific, but in fact it is more important on the outside than on the inside. I guess the internal organs are not at all Not bad."

He Si curled his lips, looked at him, and smiled coolly: "Are you saying that our family is right?"

His appearance was a little disdainful, a little resentful, and a kind of cunning that saw through everything.

Small, the man thought.