Dressed as Tang Bohu

My name is Heisha, and I am a killer who takes money to do things without distinguishing between good and evil.

Although I can be called the number one sharp swordsman in the south of the Yangtze River, and my skills are perfect, but now the world is relatively peaceful, ordinary people don't have deep hatred, and killing people is rare, so I can only occasionally do robbery for a living , So far, I haven't saved enough money to marry a daughter-in-law.

Fortunately, I didn't know the name of my biological mother since I was a child, so I don't have to worry about someone always whispering in my ear.

Although I can't ask for a daughter-in-law, I don't have any dissatisfaction with living a life of robbing the rich and helping the poor (myself) freely by myself. I should have spent my chic life like this.

All the turning points happened on that rainy afternoon when I failed to assassinate a scholar named Tang Ziwei.I never thought that this failure would change my life...

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Recalling the past, Heisha couldn't help but sigh.He temporarily stopped the pace of narration, and turned his head to look at Ji Tong who was frowning in front of the desk.

"Ji Xiaotong, have you written it down?"

"Well... just barely." Ji Tong put the pen aside, picked up the rice paper and blew on the wet ink, and put it in front of Heisha.

Heisha didn't know how to read, but he just followed Tang Ziwei's ears and eyes, and always felt that he was also a cultural person.He looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "You look a bit messy, don't you?"

"It's all the same. Mr. Xu who drank with the young master two days ago, didn't he write the same handwriting when he was drunk? The handwriting was seen by the landlord next to him, Mr. Wu, and finally bought it for five taels of silver!"

As Ji Tong said, he sniffed and said: "What's more, my calligraphy was taught by the young master. No matter how many people begged the young master to accept him as an apprentice, he would not accept it. The calligraphy of my only disciple, at least, would cost hundreds of coins. "

"It's true." Heisha smiled happily and carefully folded the paper full of typos, and put it in his arms.

He watched Ji Tong get up to wash his pens, grinned and said, "I didn't expect you to take the imperial examination. I, Heisha, would have a scholar friend. It's interesting to talk about it."

Ji Tong glanced at him and corrected him solemnly: "Now I am just learning and reading with the young master. Before the imperial examination, I can't be regarded as a scholar. The young master is a scholar."

"He's not considered a scholar." Heisha rolled his eyes, turned over and jumped out of the window.

Ji Tong watched him walk away with a frown, and muttered, "He's really an unruly person."

Let's talk about this side, Heisha came out from Jitong's place, and while walking, he was thinking about those things he had done back then.

It seems that ever since he went to the capital with Tang Ziwei, he has been living a stable life with a monthly salary of ten taels.Although there have been many eye-opening and thrilling things in these years, after he came back, he just lived with money and waited for death.

This can't be done!

Heisha thought about it, and ran to Tang Ziwei's place excitedly, opened the door and said loudly: "I quit, I want to go out and make a living!"

In the room, Tang Ziwei was sitting on the couch peeling oranges, and Zhu Chenhao was lying on his lap. Hearing the sound, he couldn't help but want to get up.

Tang Ziwei rubbed the top of his hair casually, and the man obediently lay down again.

Tang Ziwei peeled off a piece of orange and put it in his mouth, his brows were so sore that he frowned, and fed the rest into Zhu Chenhao's mouth, without raising his head, he said: "What are you doing at the door, what do I mean? Not obvious enough?"

"……Humph!"

Heisha closed the door angrily, flung his sleeves and left.

After leaving the Tang family courtyard, Heisha didn't know where to go for a while.After thinking about it, he went to a small tavern that was convenient for inquiring about news that he used to go to when receiving tasks.

That place is no more like Tang Kee Restaurant, but a mixed bag of fish and dragons.The tavern has only one floor, and there are only men and no women in it, and miscellaneous fish from all over the place are drinking in it.

Heisha sat in the corner, feeling a little unaccustomed to this familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere.

At this time, a rough voice attracted Heisha's attention.

"...Are you really planning to go? Wouldn't it be too unethical for so many of us to deal with that little girl?"

"She was the one who intercepted our goods first. Let's take the goods back and teach her a lesson, so what can others say?! And that little girl has a hot body, I've had my eye on it for a long time."

"I know you kid has no good intentions, hehehe..."

The big man showed a sinister smile that I understood, and took a sip from the wine bowl on the table.When he wanted to put it down, he felt a resistance forcefully pouring the wine into his mouth!

The hot liquor was poured into his mouth and nose, and the big man's face was red from choking, and he felt a few streamers of light flashing across his blurred eyes, and the world was turned upside down.The tables and chairs fell to the ground, and several big men fell to the ground with injuries all over their bodies, and could only utter howls.

Before the people around could understand what happened, the instigator disappeared by the wall like a shadow in a black suit.

After teaching a group of scumbags a lesson, Heisha stretched his body and mind comfortably, and began to think about his plans for the night.

Although those guys are not very good people, the girl is obviously not kind, but Heisha thinks he is a kind person, so he decided to steal back the "goods" that the group of big guys said tonight.

"A good girl, how can she hold stolen goods? It's not good, it's not good...let me bear this crime for you!" Heisha muttered, while leaping over the wall with agility.

With a figure like the wind, he kicked two feet on the wall, and quickly rushed to the window on the second floor.

The candlelight in the room flickered slightly with his arrival, Heisha clung to the edge of the window, took out a thin blowpipe from the skirt of his clothes with one hand, and quietly poked one end in from the edge.

He leaned over his mouth, and was about to blow out the drug inside, when a soft hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision, blocked the other end of the blowpipe mercilessly, and pushed hard!

Startled, Heisha subconsciously leaned back.

The blowpipe fell downstairs, but Heisha couldn't hold onto it for a while, so he had to use the strength of his arms to turn over and jump straight into the room!

"what--!!"

A high-pitched exclamation suddenly exploded in his ears, and Heisha, who had never experienced such a battle before, was stunned, and stood there stupidly looking at the beautiful girl.

In the next second, the pretty girl's little hand slapped his face forcefully.

"You, you, you misunderstood!" Heisha covered his face, his eyes widened.

"What did I misunderstand? What else could I have misunderstood when he appeared in my boudoir with drugs in the middle of the night?"

"This... I can explain this!"

The girl folded her arms in front of her chest, raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm listening, you can tell me."

"Eh..." The girl calmed down, but Heisha was tangled up.He tried his best to organize his lack of language in his mind, and at the same time he had to try his best to restrain himself from wanting to look at the girl in only one shirt a few more times.

"I heard a few people in a tavern saying that they were going to trouble you. Seeing the road is not fair, they drew their swords to help, so I killed them. Then I remembered what they said, I couldn't sleep late at night, so I wanted to persuade you not to do that again There is absolutely no evil intention in the matter of robbery and stealing... After all, it is a peaceful and prosperous world..."

The more Heisha spoke, the more guilty he became, and when he was in a dilemma, his face suddenly turned cold.

He looked up in shock, only to see the girl took off the black scarf covering his face with one hand, lifted his chin with thin fingers, and suddenly smiled sweetly.

"You look good, but your guilty conscience is too obvious when you lie. Sure enough, you still have some bad thoughts about me, right?"

"I..." Heisha opened his mouth, and then closed his eyes, "Whatever you think, if there is any dissatisfaction, I will let you deal with the head office, right?"

"If you really have no idea, then you don't need it here." The girl pointed to his lower body.

Heisha shuddered, opened his eyes suddenly, retreated to the wall in twos and twos, and laughed dryly, "You can lose your life, you can bleed, but your roots can't be broken."

"Pfft." The girl was amused all of a sudden, and said with a smile: "I'm not kidding you anymore, but I also want to thank you for helping me solve those troubles. It's just that you are doomed to make a futile trip tonight, and I won't hand over those goods to you." you."

Knowing that the other party didn't mean anything malicious, Heisha let out a sigh of relief, "I'm lucky enough to see the girl's beauty tonight, how could it be considered a waste of time."

"Oh?" The girl raised her eyebrows again.

Heisha's heart tightened, "I have nothing to do, I'll go first."

"Wait," the girl stopped him, "what's your name?"

"The number one sharp swordsman in the south of the Yangtze River, Heisha." Heisha blurted out, and only after he finished speaking did he feel that something was wrong, and he grinned and said, "What about you?"

"Jiang Xiaoling." The girl smiled slightly.

Heisha left Jiang Xiaoling's boudoir in good health. He walked through the shadows of the trees. For some reason, he was still replaying the scene just now over and over again in his mind.

"...Jiang Xiaoling." Heisha read this name, and for some reason there was an urge to go back and look at her again.

Mother who is far below the underworld, tell me, am I about to have a daughter-in-law?

The author has something to say: The author smiles slightly: It's a beautiful idea.