Loyalty Hou Tiansheng rebellious

After three days.

On the evening of August [-]th, Chen Hen sat on the stern railing, facing the river for the wind.

It is estimated that the time is about the same, and the place along the river and sky in the distance vaguely reveals the bustling appearance of the pier.Chen Hen tilted his head and stared at it for a while, then He Xing approached, pressing his right hand on the railing with one hand.

It is customary for him to come out to enjoy the wind in the evening, and he must have the opportunity to move around on the deck.

He Xing thought that he was a literati, with little strength, poor kung fu, and no weapons on his body, so there would not be much change.

The most important thing is that he still holds Lin Nian in his hand, Chen Hen is worried about Lin Nian and will not fight him.

So He Xing didn't guard against him very much.

He Xing grabbed his right wrist and raised his hand halfway: "Mr., this injury on his hand, why hasn't it healed after more than ten days?"

Chen Hen slightly lowered his eyes to see, in fact, it was almost healed, the fine cloth just wrapped the palm of his hand, but it was wrapped very thickly.

"Perhaps it was at that time that the shards of porcelain were pierced deeply."

He Xing asked him again: "Has Master Hou's fief already passed?"

"It's been a long time ago, it's been three days ago." He withdrew his hand unhurriedly, and smiled half-truthfully at He Xing, "If I wasn't drunk at that time, I would have to think of a way, Send a message to the people in the fief. I didn’t realize it until the next day, it’s my fault.”

He Xing also smiled, and asked: "The song you sang that night, there is still half a que, what is it?"

Chen Hen shook his sleeves, catching the wind from the river blowing in his face, then retracted his feet from the railing, supported the railing with one hand, and jumped back to the boat board.

After standing still, he circled half a circle around He Xing and slowly walked behind him.

"Laugh at the past, empty and desolate. With new hatred, but wandering." Chen Hen stroked his palms and beat the time, singing as he walked, "But what to do in the past years, so many lonely. The sea is staring into the sky and looking far away, and the mountain wind blows and rains the clothes Thin. Towards this occasion, a weak horse is alone, with evil feelings."

The sound of the river beating the boat swallowed up his voice quite a bit.

"He Xinsheng." Chen Hen suddenly called his name.

"how?"

Standing behind him, Chen Hen still clasped his hands, secretly covering them with his sleeves, while his left hand untied the fine cloth wrapped around his right hand, he said: "This song is about all of us."

He Xing turned his back to him and didn't speak.

"Especially the previous sentence, 'I'm used to it, and I'm in the flower season. I'm happy. I'm going to have fun, and I'm wearing a light fur belt, embroidered with gold saddles.'" Chen Hen leaned on the railing, sighed deeply, and finally wrapped up the wound. The muslin was untied.

He Xing was small in stature, Chen Hen pulled him back abruptly, clutching the broken porcelain in his right hand, and pressed it on his neck.

Changing his tone in an instant, Chen Hen whispered in his ear, "Let all your people come over."

He Xing still didn't understand how he conjured a piece of broken porcelain out of his hand.He lowered his eyes, only to see his right hand holding the shards of porcelain, and the fine cloth wrapped around the wound on his hand was scattered——

He hid the shards of china here.

In the first cabin, he hid a piece of porcelain in his belt, and hid it with the wound in the palm of his hand when he bandaged the wound.

They were pieces of porcelain from broken teacups, it was not easy to hide them, no wonder he wrapped his hands like that at first, no wonder this gentleman's hand injuries were always bad.

Broken porcelain pieces are wrapped together with the wound, so new bumps and scratches are inevitable.

Strange, really strange, doesn't he hurt?How did you endure it for so long?

Broken porcelain scratches the flesh again and again, and it is nourished by new flesh and blood every day.

Day and night, every day and every night.

It was cultivated by his flesh and blood, and it should be the most convenient hidden weapon for him.

The broken porcelain pieces pressed on He Xing's neck without mercy, leaving a bloodstain.

Chen Hen said it again: "He Xing, let your people come over."

At this time, He Xing's subordinates were doing their own things, and a sudden change happened, which actually bluffed everyone.After a moment's delay, he cleverly ran into the cabin, looking for Lin Nian.

Chen Hen smiled mockingly, and let him go.

When the person came back empty-handed, he calmly cut a small gash on He Xing's neck with a piece of broken porcelain.

Chen Hen didn't speak to them, but only said to He Xing: "Make your people obedient."

The neck hurt for a while, and the blood was faint on the skirt of the clothes. He Xing bit his lower lip and ordered softly: "Listen to him."

"Untie the sword and throw it into the river."

"Turn the boat and dock at the dock in front."

"Two quarters of an hour."

It's not bad that Zhongyihou's fief passed three days ago, but in front of that is where Chen Hen's mother's house is.

Jiangnan and Jiangbei, Li Yan granted him both lands.

His mother's home is an inconspicuous small town near the water, so the people around him don't know much about it.

In the past in Chang'an City, when talking about Zhuangzi on the fief, he was actually talking about this side.Chen Wenwen and Li Tan were placed here by him.

The pier looked far away. At this time, the wind is smooth and the wind is blowing. Yang Fan will arrive soon.

Two quarters of an hour is not a long time.

The most important thing is that at the end of summer and early autumn, in the past few dozen days, there will be fog on the river at night, so don't hurry up, Chen Hen is afraid that something will change.

At this time, a pair of hands climbed onto the stern of the boat, and with a splash, a drenched man climbed over the railing and got onto the boat.

Lin Nian.

"Master Hou, what are you doing? The porthole in the cabin is so small and so high, I almost got stuck in it and couldn't get out." Lin Nian picked up his sleeve and twisted it, wringing out a puddle of water, and complained , "Thanks to my good water skills. After soaking in the water for so long, if it wasn't for my good water skills, I would have sunk."

Chen Hate said nothing, just smiled.

Where are the young people in the south of the Yangtze River who can't swim?

Seeing that he was silent, Lin Nian stopped talking and just sat on the railing.Taking advantage of the river wind and the afterglow of the setting sun, I want to dry my clothes.

In summer, the clothes are thin, and the time for two cups of tea is almost done.

When the passenger ship was about to dock, Chen Hen glanced at Lin Nian: "You go."

"Okay." Lin Nian jumped off the railing, and soon realized something was wrong, "Then you?"

Chen Hen smiled at him: "I have a plan."

There are more people on the dock on the shore, and he can't lead this group of people to the shore.

One of Lin Nian and him must stay behind. If no one is holding He Xing, the boat will soon catch up, and neither of them will be able to leave.

Lin Nian firmly said: "No."

And Chen Hen glanced at him sideways: "You are in the way here, and it will affect my use of the back move."

After struggling for a while, the boat docked.

Lin Nian couldn't hold back him, reluctantly, he stepped back and got off the boat.

As soon as he got off the boat, he heard Chen Hen say to He Xing: "Tell your men to set sail and head south."

Lin Nian went ashore, and remembered that when he bandaged Chen Hen's wound, Chen Hen said three words to him, one was to ask him how the water quality was, the other was to give him a chance to go ashore, so he should find someone quickly, and the third sentence was no What I said was written on my hand.

He wrote Zhuangzi's name on his hand.

He had planned it ten days ago.

Lin Nian suddenly realized, lifted the hem of his clothes, turned and ran.

This is Chen Hen's last move.

He is Chen Hen's second move.

Chen Hen glanced back, the pier was bustling with people coming and going, there were not many cargo ships passing by, passenger ships and lotus picking boats were mixed together, and the girls on board were humming a song with a Jiangnan accent.

The passenger ship continued south.

It was getting late, and there was fog on the river. When I looked up, I could see a vast expanse of whiteness, and I couldn't see any other ships.

He Xing flicked his fingers and sighed: "Aren't you tired if you hold on like this?"

Chen Hen sent the broken porcelain piece forward, and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

Lin Nian ignored him, turned his head back, and said: "That Lin Nian has let you go, and there will be no pier in the south for a while, what are you going to do?"

"shut up."

In fact, He Xing was right, once Lin Nian left, he had no scruples.The only thing he has to do now is to take the whole boat away so that Lin Nian will be safer.

He Xing lowered his eyes a little, and saw four bloody holes in the palm of Chen Hen's right hand holding the broken porcelain pieces, which probably came out when he wrapped the broken porcelain pieces inside.No wonder he avoids when others touch his hand.

"Your hand is still full of injuries, can't you hold it?"

Chen Hen didn't even say "shut up" this time.

"My hands are shaking like this, how can I write with a pen in the future?"

Chen Hen still ignored him, pulled him back half a step, and leaned against the side of the boat.

"You always torment yourself like this, you will fall to the root of the disease."

He Xing chatted with him as if chatting, but Chen Hen only felt that he was noisy, so he pressed the broken porcelain piece forward: "Shut up, don't talk..."

He Xing listened to what he said, and expected that he would not be able to hold on anymore.Tilting his head slightly, he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing Chen Hen leaning against the side of the boat with his eyes downcast, he was tired.

He Xing stepped back abruptly, not caring that the broken porcelain was still pressing on his neck, the broken porcelain sliced ​​across, the tender meat turned out, dripping with blood, making a big gash.Although the opening is large, it is not deep.

Chen Hen's reaction was also quick, he threw away the broken porcelain immediately, pulled out the dagger tied to his leg with his backhand, and stabbed it forward fiercely.

He Xing flashed fast, the dagger missed, but made another cut from the shoulder to the elbow.

This is also Chen Hen's last move.

Not only Lin Nian, but also the dagger he hid was also his last move.

It's just that it's too late for this second move.

It was too late, one move failed to stab He Xing to death, and let him escape.

The three-legged cat kung fu of the two of them came from the same family, and they both learned it in the palace.

At this time, the fight was disorderly, Chen Hen was still holding the dagger in his hand, and attacked him desperately, but he only passed three or five moves.

It was too late, the boat was full of He Xing's people, all of them had better fist and kick skills than him.

The boat was completely dark, Chen Hen didn't let the lights be lit, only a small light for sailing was on at the bow.There was still fog on the river, so they couldn't see clearly, but He Xing's subordinates had already sensed that something was wrong.

Before He Xing called for someone to come, the gleaming dagger swept forward for the last time.

Chen Hen didn't expect to be able to hit him with this blow, but he grabbed He Xing's injured arm while he was dodging to the side.

He Xing still didn't know what he was going to do, he just held his wound and gasped in pain.

The railing was the shortest somewhere in the stern, only stopping at Chen Hen's waist.Chen Hen was already leaning against the railing, but all he needed to do was turn over and the matter would be over.

There are precedents for literati to throw themselves into the river. What their literati ancestors have done is nothing serious.

Chen Hen didn't care, not at all.

But even if he threw himself into the river, he would have to drag He Xing along.

Not knowing where the strength came from for a moment, he fell backwards with He Xing, over the railing, and fell straight down uncontrollably.

Just like that, he could still come to his senses and stab He Xing's shoulder with a dagger, as if nailing him firmly, nailing him to death in the river.

He Xing scolded him: "You..."

Before the words could come out, the cold river water overflowed his mouth and nose.

In fact, neither Lin Nian nor the dagger was Chen Hen's second move.

He has no back tricks.

I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, Chen Hen heard an inappropriate system notification sound.