The boss always wants to kill me

Wuming didn't turn his head, and covered Cangbi's lips with a palm: "I'm desperate again."

"You still have to die..." Cangbi had no choice but to give up, her original guess was really good, it was much more difficult to kiss him than to kiss a stupid scholar.

Wuming withdrew his hand and rubbed his palm, as if reminiscing about the touch just now, and drove the carriage into the village in a messy state of mind.

This is a large village with four to five hundred households, but the condition is far from prosperous. The dilapidated corrugated roofs hang precariously on the roof, and a piece of the living mud brick wall is missing from time to time, and only a carriage can barely pass through. The stone road is full of potholes, and looking around, there is not a single intact house in the whole village, and it has not been repaired for some time.

"There was a plague of locusts last autumn, and several villages in this area had no crops. I don't know whose hands the relief food allocated by the court ended up in." Wuming stopped the carriage in front of a house, "The people in the village rely on the fields. Fortunately, this year's crops are growing well, and if there are no accidents, it will be over in another month."

Cangbi finally understood the purpose of Wuming's visit: "Are you here to deliver food and clothing to the villagers?"

Wuming was noncommittal, and knocked on the door of the village chief's house. The village chief saw that it was the benevolent person who had delivered food twice before, and bowed to thank him again and again. Kowtowing in gratitude, Cang Bi hurriedly supported the old village head, not knowing how the villagers would feel when they knew the money was stolen.

But after a while, the villagers who helped carry and distribute came over, and under the instructions of Wuming, they moved a part, knowing that the next few villages were also waiting for relief, so they didn't take more things at all.

Seeing the rare arrival of outsiders from the village, the children also surrounded him. A little boy ran up to Wuming, hugged one of his legs, and raised his head, calling: "Brother Wolf, you are finally here. You taught me the tricks!" I have learned it all!"

The other boys did not show any weakness, they all gathered around, scrambling to talk to Wuming, Wuming was impatient at all, and replied one by one with a smile, seeing the children one by one using wooden branches as swords, making a few simple tricks. Zhao, nodding his head in satisfaction, he did not forget to tell them not to use it to bully others.

Cangbi has never seen such a smile on Wuming. He never smiles at himself. When dealing with unfamiliar people, he will smile, but the former is an obvious flattery, while the latter is a perfunctory fake smile, which is different from the current sincerity.

Such a warm and kind person can hold a long sword and kill people without even blinking an eye. What was his state of mind at that time.

Just as she was thinking wildly, she suddenly heard an immature call from below: "Sister Fox, are you Brother Wolf's wife?" Cang Bi looked down and saw a cute little girl with braids rubbing against her. Legs, look up.

Cangbi was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that she was wearing women's clothing, maybe the child had misunderstood it, but what made him more concerned was: "Why am I a fox?"

The little girl stared at the innocent round eyes: "In the story told by grandma, all beauties are turned into foxes!"

On the opposite side, Wuming was arranging one of the boxes of clothes. The guards at the city gate turned the things into a mess, and even took away some good clothes. Wuming finally dug out the dress specially bought for the little girl, and waved to this side with a smile: " Douya, come, try this dress to see if it fits."

The water-colored skirt was embroidered with small light red florals, which was very delicate. The little girl smiled when she saw it, and ran back to her home not far away to change with her clothes in her arms.

Most of the clothes that Wuming bought belonged to children, and a set was distributed to each child present. After the village chief counted the number of people, he also counted out the ones who were not present, and asked others to pass them on. During the busy time, Xiao Douya changed her clothes ran back.

A child who has only seen two sides, Wuming naturally can't buy clothes that fit, the whole skirt is too big, the girl is afraid that the skirt will be dirty, so she uses her small hand half covered in the wide sleeve to carry it, and the small hand is not stable. , the skirt trailed the ground, and stepped on it with one foot.

Seeing that immature little face was about to fall to the ground, Cangbi rushed up, but Wuming was much faster than him, with her toes pointing to the ground, she shot like an arrow off the string, hugged Douya at the very moment, and was safe and sound. Seeing the child back, she smiled at the child's mother with some embarrassment: "The clothes are a bit big."

"It doesn't matter, it's just right to wear next year." Douya's mother hugged the girl, and rebuked the child's irritability in a friendly manner.

After Wuming delivered the things, he didn't stop, and he and Cangbi got into the carriage and were about to leave. Several children surrounded him, and Douya also got out of his mother's arms, and ran to Wuming: "Brother Wolf, when will you come again?" ah?"

Under the gaze of innocent eyes, Wuming couldn't hide his embarrassment, and replied in a low voice: "I won't come."

"Why didn't you come?" Douya tugged on Wuming's trouser legs.

Wuming said nothing, after a long silence, said goodbye to the village name present, and drove away without looking back.

The village gradually moved away and disappeared from sight, Cangbi sat beside Wuming, looking sideways at him without squinting, with a bit of reluctance suppressed in those jet-black pupils, she couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you come? "

"I have something to do when I go back." Wuming just looked at the unknown road ahead.

"Something is always over, why can't you come?" Cang Bi was puzzled.

The western sky was dyed red by the rays of the sun, as if a plate of blood-colored cinnabar had been knocked over, Wuming parked the carriage in a flat open space: "I'm not here anymore when it's done."

Cangbi's heart trembled, and he was about to ask again, but Wuming preempted him, took out the rice bowl and covered Cangbi's mouth with a large plate of fried tofu: "Sleep here tonight, and go to the next village tomorrow."

In the next few days, the two visited another five or six villages, and distributed all the food and clothing in the cart, and then drove back without a name.

Cangbi's face was smeared with disgusting scars again, pinching a long grass in his hands unhappily, twisting it around, venting his dissatisfaction silently, along the way, apart from talking to the villagers in the village, what Wuming said to him Both hands can be turned over, but there are still "eat", "sleep", and "walk".

After entering the forest not far from the capital, Wuming finally said something else: "After returning to Beijing, follow me into the palace to do business."

"Oh." Cang Bi was wondering which household Wuming was planning to rob, and almost jumped up on the carriage when she came to her senses, "Entering the palace? You are crazy! We are both wanted criminals, wouldn't it be suicidal to enter the palace?" road."

"Even if it's a dead end, we have to go." Wuming returned in a turbulent manner.

"The money from rich and wealthy officials outside is already enough for us to distribute to the poor, so there is no need to take this risk." Cangbi has seen a lot of unknown and warm side these days, and she is not afraid at all, and her words are much bolder, "I will not go to die, Master, don't go there either."

Wuming stopped the car suddenly, turned around, and glared at Cangbi fiercely: "You must go, otherwise, I will kill you first."

Cangbi was taken aback for a moment, the words of persuasion were choked in her throat, and she choked back abruptly.

Whipping the horsewhip, Wuming drove the carriage forward, telling his plan: "At that time, you will disguise yourself as the prince, and no one will know my face, so I will go with you as your bodyguard."

Cangbi didn't dare to refute directly, looking for flaws in the plan, trying in vain to dispel Wuming's thoughts: "The palace is important, all the guards inside must be registered, it's so easy to pretend, they will definitely be found out before entering the palace gate .”

"You are the prince. You said that I was your savior when you were in trouble. I was authorized to accompany you into the palace and guard your safety by your side. No one dared to question it."

"That's not right. If the people in the palace talk about the past, I don't know much about it, and I can't even answer it. A few words will make people suspicious. When the emperor investigates thoroughly, he will know that I am the one who made it up. If the dead soldiers come, then we will really become dead soldiers.”

Wuming didn't get into it, and gave a solution: "You just said that you fell off the cliff and hurt your head, and your memory is a little fuzzy. You only remembered your identity two days ago. As for other things, as long as you can't answer them, just pretend to have a headache. .”

Cangbi knew that he was determined, and probably said nothing, so he could only ask the purpose: "Then why did you enter the palace?"

Wuming gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Regicide."

"Kill the king..." Cangbi repeated these two sharp words, which is also the reason why he met Wuming. Ordinary people have no access to the pilgrimage, and Wuming is so obsessed with the life of the Ninth Five Lord, " Even if the courtiers did commit violent expropriation and His Majesty the Emperor did not detect and deal with it in time, the fact that the whole country is at peace now proves that the Emperor is not a fool."

"It's not a fool?" Wuming sneered, the whip was slammed down, the two horses whimpered in pain, and galloped faster, he said coldly, "It's not a bad idea to ignore the rampant behavior of officials and ignore the suffering of the people. Don't be fooled? Zhao Chengyin's hands are stained with countless blood, and he will die more than he deserves."

Countless blood stains... This must be about himself.

Cangbi cautiously peeped at the people around her, Wuming's eyes were frosted with resentment, she might not be able to hear a single word: "Master..."

"Killing the king." Wuming interrupted Cangbi, "This is my mission and the only purpose of this life."