Daomu Biji: A Thousand Faces

Everyone in the world calls me, Mr. Thousand Faces.

It is heard that Cang Ye has a son of a thousand looks, peerless in appearance, long-sleeved and good at dancing, who is kept in the deep palace by the queen;

There is a master of heaven in Beili, who is good at strange skills, ingenious tricks, and tricks. He set up the Liren Pass on the border of Beili. It is as solid as gold, and no one can break it so far;

Xiyan has a son in cold clothes, who has a thousand pieces of gold and a command of thousands of troops, and he fights on the battlefield all the year round.That year when Beili fought against Xiyan, he played a song "Winter Clothes Tune" at the border gate late at night, and Chang'an was full of moon, and thousands of households pounded their clothes.

It is said that even the enemy soldiers could not help crying when they heard his music, and their morale was broken.

I can't dance, I don't know how to use organs, and I never thought of becoming a famous general.

My master gave me the name Qianmian just because I have a thousand faces, no, maybe more, even I can’t count them.

Yes, I am good at disguise and assassination.

Everyone in the world knows that there is such a young man with thousands of faces beside King Zhuxiayu, they know that I am the most loyal dog of the master, and I will remove all the quarrels that stand in his way for the master one by one.They know that my hands kill people like hemp, and I have a bloody debt.

The master will be impeached by countless ministers because of me every day in the court. On the surface, it is verbal criticism of me, but in fact it is insinuating.

But every time the master would just fiddle with the jade wrench in his hand and ask casually, "Is there any real evidence for your swearing so much?"

What evidence can they have?They can't even recognize my face.

For a moment, there was a chilling silence in the hall.

The master flicked his sleeves and said with a loud smile, "Since there is nothing wrong, then let's retreat."

The little emperor stared at his master intently from the dragon chair, although his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, but his face was really immature, he was only a boy in his teens.

What the master deceived was that he was weak and sick, and had nothing to rely on.

——These are all what the master told me after he came back from court.

He still casually fiddled with the jade wrench in his hand, twitched the corners of his lips, and smiled mockingly and playfully, "Qian Mian, you didn't see their expressions."

"Yes."

He suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch my chin, and the jade wrench pinched on my chin impartially, or the jade was slightly warmed after being touched by him for a long time.

"Qianmian, I'm desperate to save your dog's life. How can you repay this painstaking effort?"

I stood still and said in a deep voice, "Yes, nothing can be rewarded with a thousand faces."

He narrowed his eyes to look at me, finally let go of his hand resentfully, and snorted coldly, "Boring."

"Go and kill all the small officials who impeached me in today's memorial, those below the third rank."

"Yes."

"By the way, it's best to pretend to be the courtesan of Tianxiang Tower, kill them on the bed, and tell me their ugly behavior when they come back. Aren't these civil servants full of Neo Confucianism, the most noble and pedantic?"

"Yes."

Ugly?It is indeed ugly enough, the undisguised desire and intimacy in those people's eyes.

I deliberately went to take a sneak peek at the top card in Tianxiang Tower. The woman has black eyebrows and smoky eyes, red lips and snowy skin, and a rose-colored chest-length skirt, which makes her complexion whiter and her skin smoother.

I just think it's a little troublesome. To change into a woman, you must use the bone shrinking skill.

Three hours later, I played the song "Si Fan" at Zhang Xiancheng's house.

When I reached the high-pitched Gong Yin, I could clearly hear a crackling sound from the body of the piano, the hidden mechanism was triggered, and the hidden weapon flew away with the sound of the piano being pulled out. There is already a dead silence in the room, only the faint lingering sound is left.

Zhang Xiancheng collapsed on his pear wood chair, with blood streaming down his face.

I quickly returned to Prince Yu's Mansion with Qin in my arms. Of course, I had to tell the master the ugly things he wanted to hear immediately.

I naturally spoke vividly and vividly.

The owner also seemed satisfied.

I bowed my hands in salute, turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled back by the master himself.

"Wait, Qianmian, did you use the bone shrinking skill?"

"Yes."

"No wonder it looks like a woman to the touch. The time limit for the bone shrinking skill is almost here. How about you transform back in front of me?"

not so good.

If he wants to see it, he can just watch it.

I thought it was bearable.

Every inch of bone and every inch of muscle gradually began to ache, and there was a gurgling sound. Sweat dripped down, wet the eyelashes, and my eyesight became blurred. .

The master suddenly pulled me over and pinched my chin with his fingers. This time the piece of jade was very cold, but his hand was extremely hot. He pulled me into his arms, buried his head on my neck, and put it in my ears. Panting, "Qianmian, you don't know how beautiful your eyes are now, but unfortunately... you have no face..."

He said and licked my neck, I managed to restrain myself, but trembled slightly.

disgusted.

It's too easy to choreograph the ugliness of those people, just look at the person in front of you.

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The master said that the person who killed for him and the person who slept with him should be separated.

Otherwise, maybe one day he will be killed on his bed by the people next to him—just like the people he repeatedly asked me to assassinate as a woman.

So the master never really touched me, just clicked to stop.

He spoke conclusively, saying that this is what the sage said, starting from heat and ending with ritual.

Sometimes he would call me just his dog, and sometimes he would say that I was his unparalleled baby.

He also said that when I am no longer useful, he will lock me in the dark room to be his ban/luan.

I know he just wants to tease me with words, or threaten me. I have no expression on my face, and this face is not mine, so naturally I won't express any expression.

But he was right.

I'm really scared.

Sneaking into the Tianxiang Building secretly is easy to do, because I walked out of it myself, and my mother used to be a famous prostitute there.She is more beautiful than today's oiran.

When I was a child, I worked in the building, and sometimes my mother would call me to her room, touch me lovingly, and give me sweet-scented osmanthus cake to eat.

Once a guest came, and my mother anxiously asked me to hide under her bed. That night I covered my mouth under the bed, but I couldn't help but spit out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Fortunately, there was a lot of movement on the bed, the man was full of foul language, and the mother was sobbing softly, but they didn't hear it.

After that, I never went to my mother's room again.

Sometimes I see her looking at me from the side of the corridor, her eyes are sad and weak, like a silent sigh.

I'm the son of a whore, and I love my mother, but I swear, I won't live like her.

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Perhaps there is one more thing to add to the master's regret.

The master's mother is the Concubine Huan of the first emperor. She came from a humble background, she came out of the lowest clothes washing bureau in the palace. All women belong to the emperor, and there is no question of intrusion or non-aggression.Later, the emperor gave her the concubine the title "Huan", which was like an irony.

Concubine Huan doesn't like the emperor, maybe she still hates it, so she wants her master to be the emperor, under one person and above ten thousand people, so that no one or anything can hurt him.Since the master was young, she has been giving him such advice all the time.

It is obvious that the master's desire for imperial power and that position is almost a kind of paranoia.

The queen's son came several years later than the master. On his full-moon birthday, Concubine Huan passed away silently in the deep palace. She was in poor health and depressed. pointing in the direction of the main hall, the master knew it in his heart, but nodded very lightly and firmly.

How King Yu's power was cultivated silently, like a tree, whose roots are intertwined underground, one day it suddenly bursts out of the ground, grows higher and higher, flourishes and prospers, until it is finally isolated from the sun.But no one knows how long he has been dormant for this.

The master showed his strength at the beginning, but he started from the queen's faction. The relatives were dominant and arrogant, which was a situation that the late emperor didn't want to see at that time. party.

Later, the first emperor put the empress into limbo and entrusted their young son to be raised by a powerless concubine. Only once did he secretly call away both the master and the current imperial tutor.

After some secret talks, the general idea was to ask the master and the Tai Tuo if they would like to be the child's virtuous ministers and generals in the future, right-hand man?

The Tai Tuo replied respectfully, "I am willing to die."

The master also replied, "My son is very happy."

But he almost crushed the wrench in his hand.

In the next few years, the late emperor's body gradually declined.

The master is filial, looks around for famous doctors and good medicines, and sends them to the palace from time to time.

It's just that there is no way to recover after all.

The first emperor died, and the second son, Si Hua, was proposed to succeed him. Since he was young, King Yu and the Taifu assisted in the administration.

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The master died in a cup of tea.

That tea is called Hong/Sleeve Water Dragon Yin, a rather evocative name.

I brought the tea to the master myself, and tested the poison with a silver needle in advance. Now that the power in the court is turbulent, the undercurrent is surging, and there are countless people who want to kill the master. It is hard to guard against.

The master drank half a cup of tea, looked up at me and smiled, as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his lips, bright red blood oozed out.

The master stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, seeing the blood on his hand, the piece of jade was also stained red, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and this time squeezed my neck hard.

He really wanted to kill me.

I was gradually out of breath, but never thought of resisting.

——But at the last moment, he let go.

At this time, the gate of Prince Yu's Mansion was kicked open unceremoniously, and uniform imperial guards walked in, arrayed like a cloud, with clanging and powerful swords, and surrounded the entire Prince Yu's Mansion airtightly in a blink of an eye.

Someone was chanting loudly, "King Yu formed a clique for personal gain, conspired to rebel, and was ambitious..."

Someone rummaged through boxes and cabinets wantonly in the house, and finally found a royal robe in a dignified manner.

Someone walked up to me and the host. He was dressed in white, covered with a gray shirt, with an elegant and handsome face, but a little pale. When he smiled, he was gentle, like a harmless scholar.

He whispered, "Si Yu, in the past, you used a blind medicine and the luminous cup enshrined by Hu Xia to make poison/medicine to poison the late emperor, but did you ever think that there are countless medicines in this world that can turn it into a poison? There are countless cups of poison/medicine, and one day I will treat him in the same way as him?"

The medicine is non-toxic, the cup is non-toxic, and I don't know what they have done, but the combination of these two things becomes highly poisonous.

The master's teacup was sent by the servant of the household department, and the master thought it was a sign of his surrender.

"Fu Qingci, you..."

The master's hand, pointing to the visitor, trembled uncontrollably, and quickly slipped down weakly.

I stood there, feeling at a loss for the first time, and could only look up at the person in front of me.

That was the first time I saw him.