Yangyue

In a blink of an eye, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival.

During the daytime, the market is bustling, and the hawkers put up some festive baubles on their stalls, attracting curious children to stop and watch.Food workshops have also started to sell various glutinous rice ball snacks, and the business of restaurants is one of the best times of the year.

At the end of an alley in a market, there is a small tavern. There are not many customers in the tavern, but the advantage is that the wine is strong and the environment is quiet.

This small tavern is inconspicuous, and it is precisely because of its inconspicuousness that it is rare to have a leisurely time in the bustling market, Henry Zhang occasionally comes here to sit for a while before returning to the mansion from the duckweed pavilion rest.

On this day, Henry Zhang came to the tavern alone, perhaps because tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, there are more guests in the tavern than before.

A new waiter came to the tavern, he was cleaning the table, when he heard the footsteps of a guest, he put the rag on his shoulder casually, and turned around to greet the guest loudly.

Xiao Er saw a guest officer wearing a light onion-colored long skirt inlaid with silver silk and trailing tail walking in. Such a rich and luxurious dress could not be seen on ordinary people.

He glanced around and saw a "woman" with a beautiful face who came in. Xiaoer, who had never seen such a youthful face in his life, was stunned for a moment, and the tavern manager ran out from behind the table and raised his hand. Slapped Xiaoer on the head, and said to Henry Zhang with a smile: "Mr. Xiao is here to take care of the business of the small restaurant again. Welcome, please take a seat!"

The waiter was beaten so dazedly that he was sent by the shopkeeper to get the wine, and ran to the wine cellar in the backyard. Only then did he realize that the shopkeeper just called the man "Young Master".

Henry Zhang is a frequent visitor to the store, and every time he only orders a few side dishes, and a pot of peach blossom stuffed with mild alcohol.The shopkeeper knew that Xiao Yangyue was definitely not an ordinary person like ordinary people like them, so he never dared to ask more questions.

The shopkeeper: "Young Master Xiao, or three dishes of seasonal side dishes and a pot of peach blossom wine?"

Xiao Yangyue nodded slightly, the shopkeeper agreed, and then smiled enthusiastically: "Mr. Xiao, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Today, the restaurant will send you a bowl of glutinous rice balls stuffed with sugar water and sesame seeds. Please accept it."

Henry Zhang: "Thank you."

After the shopkeeper went down, Henry Zhang sipped the tea in the cup lightly, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door of the tavern. The person who came was dressed in white, waving a white fan, walking leisurely.

The person who came here was the Qi Zhu who had just become the Marquis not long ago.

The old Hou Ye passed away two months ago. Although Henry Zhang could see Qi Zhu every day when he went to court, they were a civil servant and a general, and they had never had any intersection.

Qi Zhu is still in the period of filial piety. Although the rules of keeping filial piety in this dynasty are not strict, it is really inappropriate to go out to have fun, not to mention his reputation, and he was sued by those officials in the memorial. Even if you are so muscular, you have to make a show in front of the emperor.

If you want to come to the brothel, Lord Hou can't go shopping, so you can only choose an inconspicuous tavern to drink.

As soon as Qi entered the door one by one, he noticed Henry Zhang sitting in a quiet corner of the tavern. There was no embarrassment in Xiaozhong's expression when he was spotted by his colleagues in the court. Master Pingge Pavilion? It is a great honor to meet you here."

Xiao Yangyue has no intention of making friends with civil servants, let alone a dude, and said with a blank expression: "Master Hou Yaxing."

Qi Zhu: "Although I'm still in my father's filial piety period, I feel uncomfortable if I don't drink some wine for a few days. Please forgive me, Lord Master, and don't read me a book in front of the emperor."

"Master Hou is worrying too much." Henry Zhang lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, "I am different from Lord Hou, I am not a civil servant, and I don't have the leisure to do these things."

Qi Zhu didn't show his face, just smiled slightly, said goodbye to Henry Zhangyue, and sat down to the side.

What a master of the Duckweed Pavilion, he called him Marquis, but he didn't even have a modest name in front of him, he called him "I" openly, and said that he was an idler who was not doing business, even with a The civil servants were ridiculed all over.

After Qi Zhu sat down, he also invited Xiao Er to order food, and ordered a fish in vinegar, a duck in sauce with wine, and a pot of Taixi Bai.

Henry Zhang took a sip of sake, put down the cup, and his expression froze suddenly.

His eyes slowly swept towards the other guests at the other tables in the tavern, his eyes under the eyelashes revealed a bit of undercurrent and coldness.

Except for the two tables of him and Lord Hou, there are no more than a dozen other guests in the tavern. They are men and women, some are talking loudly, some are talking and laughing in a low voice, and no one looks at Henry Zhang who is sitting in the corner .

However, Xiao Yangyue faintly felt a bit of murderous aura that hit the spine, he slowly squeezed the long sword beside him, and his finger bones gradually turned white.

Henry Zhang said coldly: "Master Hou, go out and stay."

As soon as Qi Zhu stopped holding the chopsticks, he raised his head to stare at Henry Zhang, and said in surprise: "What?"

Henry Zhang put the long sword beside her on the ground with a "bang", her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "I said, get out."

Qi Zhu was intimidated by Henry Zhang's threatening behavior for a few seconds, and could only get up in a daze and hastily.

Qi Zhu walked away in a panic and unexpectedly kicked down the bench behind him. He turned around to help, and swept the rice bowl off the table with his sleeve. land.

Qi Zhuluo was in a hurry, and tidied up the mess in a panic. Under Henry Zhang's impatient gaze, Qi Zhuluo's handsome face was finally a little more embarrassing.

He bent down to lift up the bench, and walked quickly towards the courtyard behind the tavern.

At this time, a cold man's low shout suddenly came from a corner not far away: "Come here, don't even think about leaving!"

The man overturned the table violently, and pulled out a shiny long knife from under the table, and the guests at the surrounding tables drew their knives one after another. Suddenly, the murderous aura rose in the tavern, and the assassins all rushed towards Henry Zhang Slashing with a knife, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword hit the vital point directly.

Henry Zhang turned and stepped on the table, the long sword was unsheathed, the blade was like a dragonfly touching water, Feihong stepped on the snow, a few afterimages swirled between the lightning and flint, and the bench by the table under his feet was instantly separated to both sides by invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, the chests of the three leading assassins were cut into a lotus-shaped wound by Henry Zhang's ghostly, disorderly and swift mysterious swordsmanship, and the three of them smashed together on the surrounding walls, blood and flesh flying.

A bench that was shaken flew to pieces on the wall behind Qi Zhu, Qi Zhu screamed in fright, fell to the ground in the shadow of swords, lights and swords, and hid in hiding, losing all his dignified demeanor.

Finally, he staggered up from the ground and ran out of the tavern yard while shouting "Help".

Henry Zhang shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you!"

During the fight, Henry Zhang saw that each of those assassins had a red cloth tied on their left upper arm. One assassin showed a ferocious face, and threw three poisoned silver needles between his four fingers, and shouted: "The imperial court Running dog! Take your life!"

Henry Zhang dodged the silver needle and kicked the teacup on the table with his toes. The teacup flew out and hit one person between the eyebrows. The other roared and slashed the knife at Henry Zhang. With a backhand swing, the man's legs were cut off from the knees.

With a sound of "ping", Henry Zhang's sword collided with an assassin. The assassin's arms were trembling and his face was pale. He could only feel the full and innocent internal force in Henry Zhang's body slowly coming through the tip of the sword. Like a poisonous snake, burning the meridians of his whole body.

Henry Zhang's face was calm and indifferent, he stabbed the assassin's chest with a knife, blood rushed and splashed, and his light green long skirt had already been sprinkled with a large amount of blood.

His hair accessories had long been scattered, and his long hair was hanging down. He was fighting the assassin in a pool of blood, like a murderous god who was tainted with evil spirits, possessing a flesh and blood body wading out of a sea of ​​blood.

An assassin had his arm injured by Henry Zhang. Seeing that he was really no match for Henry Zhang's martial arts, he gritted his teeth and ran out of the tavern while Henry Zhang was entangled by his companions.

He ran outside the courtyard of the tavern, and saw that there was a cellar door that seemed to be storing wine not far away, so he thought about avoiding this first, and after Henry Zhang left, he would find an opportunity to inform other companions.

He flew into the wine cellar, but when he landed, his face showed surprise.

A man in a flawless white shirt sat with his back facing him next to a wine tank. The lid of the wine tank was lifted, and the strong aroma of wine burst into his nostrils.

The man leisurely waved his white fan, bent over and sniffed the aroma of the wine in the vat, and exclaimed, "Mmm...it's really good wine."

The assassin who came in never expected that Master Hou, who ran out just now, would hide here to drink, and there was killing intent in his eyes for a moment.

Princes, generals and marquises are all lackeys of the fatuous emperor, killing one is one, killing a hundred is a hundred!

Qi Zhu turned his back to him, seemingly completely unaware of the danger approaching him behind him.

At the moment when the assassin swung his knife violently and wanted to cut off Qi Zhu's head, Qi Zhu's hand hidden in his sleeve swung vigorously, and something shot out of his sleeve like an arrow that had left the string. Stabbed into the throat of the assassin behind him.

The assassin stared suddenly, blood spattered three feet on his neck, his body stiffened, his feet moved back tremblingly.He stretched out his hand in a daze and touched his neck——

On his neck, there was actually a piece of broken porcelain from a porcelain bowl stuck deep in it.

Qi Zhu calmly and slowly closed the lid of the wine jar, and turned to look at the assassin who had fallen to the ground, bleeding profusely.

The assassin was trembling all over, his face was pale, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his trachea had already been cut by the sharp pieces of porcelain, so he could only stare at his eyes, and let out a hoarse and shrill "Hoo Hoo!" "Voice.

Qi Zhu walked up to him, unfolded the folding fan with a "swish", shook it leisurely twice, narrowed his eagle eyes, and said meaningfully: "Unexpectedly, Lord Pavilion Master has made so many enemies in the martial arts world."

The assassin's hands were tightly gripping the floor of the wine cellar. He stared at Qi Zhu, desperately trying to remember the face of his enemy when he was dying. Life.

A few seconds later, the assassin swallowed his breath, and his pupils dilated.

Qi Zhu squatted down carefully, rolled up his sleeves, so as not to let the pool of blood on the ground rub against his white clothes, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the porcelain shard.

Qi Zhu walked to the wine cellar, looked out with his probe, and made sure that there was no one in the backyard of the tavern, so he tiptoed to the hut in the backyard, and threw the blood-stained pieces of porcelain into the latrine.

Qi Zhu stood in the hut for a while, fanning non-stop to relieve the smell and stench around him.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hut, and Henry Zhang pushed open the wooden door. He was covered in blood, his hair was draped over one shoulder, his eyes were cold, and he held a bright red long sword in his hand.

Qi Zhu stared at Henry Zhang in a daze for a while, and asked urgently: "My lord, where are the assassins?"

"One ran away, and the others died." Henry Zhang said expressionlessly, "It surprised Lord Hou."

Qi Zhu shook his head quickly, and said with concern: "I'm fine, thanks to the master's skill. It's better to report the matter to the emperor quickly. It's really scary that there are such assassins lurking in the capital."

Henry Zhang was silent, for a long while, he walked slowly, sheathed his sword, and stared at Qi Zhu's face.Afterwards, Henry Zhang slowly approached Qi Zhu's side, took a shallow breath——

There was a very strong aroma of wine on Qi Zhu's body.

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