Chapter 52: Hate haste

The book went to Qiuye and listened to the training, followed Xia Houyi to rectify his dress, ready to go to Suzhou. The letter received his first list this year, and Akiba let him do the knife this time. Xia Houyi only assisted him. After this time, he couldn't rely on his brother to do business alone.
He panicked, walking through the flowers and willows along the way, the road looming between the trees, the light leaking from the leaves on his hand holding his whip, as if a fire was burning on the back of his hand. The cicadas in the forest screamed again and again, and the wind in the ears whistled, and sometimes he bumped into the little flying insects that scared him, scaring his head. In the setting sun, the two of them wanted to sleep outside the suburbs. He lit a fire and roasted a rabbit. Brother Shi closed his eyes and looked at the opposite side. He looked at the moon dangling in the sky and wanted the willows.
When they arrived at Suzhou Station, they saw a small river running parallel to the street, a pavilion with glazed tiles and red lacquered doors, a crowded shop, and a signboard with black letters on a red background. It was written on white and thin noodles, with wine and utensils. Gold and silver jewellery, women's steel needle combs ... it's lively. There are shirtless people juggling in the streets, and craftsmen wearing sackclothes and cloth shoes performing puppet shows. A few children of Qing Dynasty are doing a crossroads, and their voices can be heard half a street away.
This time the unlucky ghost is not a riverman, but a salt merchant. He lives in Renfengfang and walks over a dozen steps across the tiger squat bridge. This is his home. He digged a large pond and then ditched it outside. A water gallery, a water pavilion in the middle, a rockery, and lotus flowers planted on all sides.
The employer is his uncle's wife. He has been in business for a lifetime, shipped salt for a lifetime, and hooked up with a lifelong woman. It is rumored that he once had a good relationship with another nobleman in Suzhou. Someone saw them in the county garden house. At that time, the two saltmen were invited to the theater by the prefect of Suzhou.
Now that he is old, he hasn't changed his heart, but his mind is faint. I used to marry a 7- and 8-room sister-in-law and never let loose the money. I gave as much as I could get. Now I took a prostitute from Nanjing and returned five or six shops to her name. . His curly-haired wife bit her lip, anxious, and simply bought an assassin with a shop, so that the old man could have a bliss early.
Xia Houyi and the letter went over the wall and entered the garden. The night was dark, the moon was shining in the sky, and the moonlight like smoke was fascinating. Flowers and trees were immersed in the moonlight, and melted into one piece. The lotus in the pond blooms just right, it is dark red at night, and there is a different kind of monster. The old man and his new wife lived in a pool of water in the pool, surrounded by water on all sides, separating a small paradise. The blue-walled, white-walled water corridor twists and turns around several bends, connecting the water pavilion and the land.
Both the master and the servant fell asleep. The garden sounded dumb. Only the leaves were crickets. The bugs were calling in the shadows. You can listen carefully, and you can hear the sweet woman's laughter in the water pavilion, coming along the wind and the water waves. The letter followed Xia Houyu sneaking into the darkness, and the cat touched the turtle-backed lacquered red door in the water pavilion, and the soft smoke on the window drawer. Xia Houyu pierced a layer of window screen and could see the two people looming inside While sitting.
Xia Houzhen winked at the letter, and the letter shook his head. Xia Houyi made a slash gesture. He wore a mask, and the love of the book could not see his expression, but he could only see the fierceness unique to the assassins in his eyes. He heard Qiu Ye said that Shi Shi was afraid to do business on his own like him. For two years, he had been setting up behind other assassins, and Galanli also passed on the name of Xiahouwo. But now, Xia Houyi is fierce, and when Hengbo comes out, he must see that the blood must seal the throat. Where is Xiahou's nest?
He gave a shiver, took several deep breaths, hardened his heart and opened the door a little, and the cat went in. Xia Houyi followed behind him, and they walked like ghosts without sound.
The old man was full and satiated. He pressed the woman face down on the table, pulled out a small box from the sleeve, swallowed the pills inside. The woman's back turned to them, and the love notice saw the old man pressing on her, her bloated belly deformed on the smooth naked back, like a flat dough.
Xia Houyi scratched his neck and pointed to the old man.
The letter snaps the spring, and the flute knife pops out of the sheath silently. He walks behind the old man silently. The two people on the table are tangled with hair, shaking their bodies violently, and the woman's loud and tender cry is full Letter ears. The cry was a little familiar, the letter suddenly hesitated, and the sword lifted in the air for a long time.
Xia Houyi shook his head behind his back and pulled out Hengbo to help him. The letter shook his head and no longer thought about it. He dropped the knife extremely severely, cut it through a severe arc, cut off the old man's head, the head rolled off the wine table, and the blood sprayed the woman's head.
Liu Shao'er originally called out with a voice, the old man's strength was far worse than that of the letter, and the things below were not enough to look at. But she still had to call out desperately, and it had to be loud and nice. Fortunately, she had learned Kunqu opera with a strong and powerful accent, which pleased the old man.
She was screaming. Suddenly she was poured a warm and sticky liquid from her neck. She suspected that the old man had vomited the dirty dirt, and opened her eyes to see her blood. The old man was still lying on her. She turned her head in horror and saw the neck that had lost her head. The cut was flat and the blood was pouring like a stream of blood.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Liu Shao'er tried to push away the old man's headless corpse, but he held it tightly and couldn't push it, she twisted her body, and the blood-sprayed neck went straight to her. Drill inside.
"Liu Shaoer!" The familiar voice sounded in his ear. Liu Shaoer fought a chill. He lifted his eyes to see the love of the book, holding a blood-stained knife in one hand, holding a bisque mask in one hand, and staring at her with a shudder.
Another man in black stood outside the bead curtain, and she recognized it as Xia Houyi at a glance, and she suddenly understood.
"You are assassins! You are assassins!" Liu Shao'er tried to open the old man's hand, but he did not stand still, and fell to the ground with the old man. "Come here! Come here! Kill! Kill!"
"Liu Shaoer, don't shout, I'll take you away!" Shu Qing lost his mask and came over to help her.
Liu Shaoer backed in horror, even with the body, dragging a long blood line on the ground. She screamed and yelled, "Don't come over! Assassin! Murderer! Help, help!"
"Leave her alone, let's go!" There were a sound of footsteps outside, and the light of a torch, Xia Hou came over to pull the love.
"Liu Shaoer!" The love story still looked at Liu Shaoer, and Xia Houyu pulled him away and fled.
The naked woman entangled with the corpse on the ground was getting farther and farther away from him, and the night was uncomfortably dark, and the wind drilled into his cuff like a dove, flapping his wings under his shirt. The sheep's whiskers on the edge of the rocky hill sharply pierced in all directions like a sharp knife. Rattan wrapped around the tree, like a snake of Verdon, hanging from a branch.
Xia Houzhen held him all the way, and he received them from the sheath. After the dark pile broke for them, they entered the tortuous alley and returned to Xingyi from the back door.
The letter squatted in the corner, buried his head, and said nothing. The warm wind blowing on summer nights, the moonlight melted like water. He just felt cold, bone cold.
Xia Houyu went to the letter and asked what was going on in the Xiangxiang Tower. Liu Xiangnu wrote to him that the salt merchant came to the Xiangxiang Tower a month ago to see a play, and he saw Liu Shaoer at a glance. Liu Shaoer had to leave, and the big guy couldn't stop it. He was planning to tell him when the letter came back, but he didn't expect to see the letter in Suzhou.
Tang Seventeen came to offer condolences, but only set fire to the horse, saying that Liu Shao'er was not a peacemaker, and that he had to marry a good girl from a white family.
Xia Houyi drove him away and left the letter alone.
Sitting at the patio, the story fell in a daze day by day. He looked up at the cascading sash windows on the second floor, and then opened the dense pages like books, opening and closing in the wind. He remembered that in Liuxiang Tower, Liu Shaoer carefully combed his hair behind such a sash, turning his bun into a stable, and when he lowered his eyebrows, he was as gentle as the moonlit night river. He still remembers her round arms, a pair of tender wrists exposed from under the moon-white sleeves, and a turquoise emerald bracelet hung from him, and the subtle fragrance of begonias floated in the sleeves when he helped his horns.
"Master, what would you do if it were you?" One night, the story asked Xia Houyi.
Xia Houyi was asked to stay. He never even thought about getting married. How could he ever think of being cuckold?
"Why did she do this to me?" The book said painfully, "I thought about everything, I thought about having a few children, what name I would like, we think we can live in Garan village when we are old, and buried the knife in the dead Mound. But I didn't expect that she would betray me. "
Xia Hou's lips moved. He wanted to say that no assassin could live to death and live to death, but he didn't talk. It was better to think about it than to think about it, and hope was better than hope.
The letter wiped his eyes, and his hands were full of tears.
After three or four days of staying, Tang Shixi hurried over again, the love of the book didn't care about him, and he stood up and left.
"Liu Shaoer was caught in jail!" Shouted Tang Shiqi.
The letter stopped.
Xia Houyun turned from behind the shadow wall and asked, "What's going on? Don't whisper all day long, explain the words plainly."
Tang Shiqi breathed and said, "The old man's mother-in-law is a ruthless character. She bought the Zhixian County and convicted Liu Shaoer of murder and death. She was put in jail. But the evidence was insufficient and she didn't say anything The sentence is only closed there. But in this case, those shops brought by Liu Shaoer will be returned to the mother-in-law. "
Xia Houyi and Tang Shiqi looked at the letter together, waiting for him to make a decision.
The letter hugs his head and sits on Xiaoyu without talking.
"I want to say, don't care about her. Let her learn a lesson, so that she dare not put on a green hat for the men!" Tang Shiqi said.
"Shut up!" Shu Qing shouted with red eyes, Tang Shih took a breath, and said the love to Xia Houyi, "Master, can you help me again? Let's save her."
Xia Houyi put Heng Bopei around his waist and said, "Let's go." He raised his chin toward Tang XVII, "You come with me and help us look at the wind."
Tang Shiqi resolved the two janitors of the gatekeeper with a shocking arrow. These martial arts usually only know how to gamble and drink, and they are terribly kung fu. When they come across people like Xia Houyu, they only admit it.
There is only one aisle leading to the end of the jail, and the end is gloomy black, and the two sides are separated into cells, each of which is lined with straw and used as a prisoner's bed. The ground was covered with cold stone bricks, and the walls were covered with dirt. Some looked like blood, and there were slippery moss in the cracks. Unknown little bugs crawled around with wet marks.
Liu Shaoer sang songs in the cell, babble tones, high and low tones, and his voice was dumb, like rubbing a handful of sand into his voice, grinding out the pity of pity. The letter didn't dare to go forward, he was afraid to see her, stopped at the corner, and wept silently.
Xia Houyi waited beside, and after a long time, she didn't see the love moving, Liu Shaoer no longer sang, and the cell rang loudly. Xia Hou kicked the wooden railing irritably, grabbed her hair, and said, "Don't grind what the puppets are doing, I will leave without you!"
The letter rose like a dream and woke up, went to Liu Shao'er's cell, and opened the door with the key retrieved from the servant.
Liu Shaoer was sitting on the ground unkempt, she was wearing a dirty prison clothes, and a blanket was covered on her knees.
The glorious Jinling prostitute became a prisoner who was lingering. She saw the letter, but she was not happy, her eyes stared at the letter from the bottom up, her lips hooked, and her lips became a thin curved line, showing a little pale red.
The reading looked at her smile, and suddenly felt that she was being poured into a basin of cold water, which began to cool from her heart, all the way to her fingertips.
She no longer looks like a person, like a ghost.
"You're here, Shulang!" She laughed, grinning at the corners of her mouth, and showing her white teeth.
"I'll take you away and get up," said the book frowning.
"Walk? How do you go?" Liu Shaoer laughed chuckled, she lifted the blanket on her lap, and found out that she was not wearing pants, her fair legs were hurt, and looking up, there was a muddy thigh .
Xia Houyan, standing on the edge, looked away, frowning.
"Liu Shaoer ..." Shu Qing's eyes were red.
"Why are you here!" Liu Shaoer stood up leaning against the wall, trembling, "Why are you here! Originally ... I already got those shops, they are all in excellent locations, a bookstore, two There is a wine shop and a pastry shop. How nice, when the dead old man is no longer panting, I will come out alone, I have silver, I can do everything! But you are here, you are here! What are you doing! How many women in the world are rich and poor, why are you ruining me! "
"I don't know ..." The letter reached out.
Liu Shaoer avoided him and screamed, "Now you're satisfied! I was put in jail, the beasts, bullied me one by one! How many of them slept with me last night? I count ... Oh, count Unclear. Why am I so stupid? You murderer, desperate! You are also a beast, you want to make me like you, you ca n’t see light, you ca n’t see anyone!

Xia Houzhen and his love were shocked.
"Stun her and take it away!" Xia Houzhen shouted at the letter.
Liu Shao'er met Xia Houyi and pointed at him: "And you, you beast! I know, you and Wanxianglou, all of them are all together! Mother Liu will give me to you , Give you this murderer to have children! You are also beasts, you are all beasts! "
Liu Shaoer suddenly rushed, and rushed towards Xia Houyi, Xia Houyi quickly retreated, put the handle of Shoubo in his right hand, and the book shouted "No!" , Slamming into the wall, heard a muffled sound, Liu Shaoer slid down the wall, lying straight down, dark red blood came out of her like a snake, first one, then the second Strips, and then many more pieces merged into a bunch, and finally turned into a circle, slowly fainted.
Xia Houyi stayed with Suzhou for a month, cooking the funeral of Liu Shaoer. The letter buried her behind the Hanshan Temple, and donated a memorial tablet in the temple, hoping that she could give a good birth in the next life.
In the Great Hall of the Heroes, the literary chant followed the monk to read the scriptures for the dead, and Xia Houyi and Tang Shiqi squatted on the edge of the eaves and supported their heads. The iron horse on the eaves was jingled by the wind, and the nose was full of pungent smell of incense. Tang Shiqi had been sneezing. The monk's image of chanting chanting came from deep and far away.
"Hey, seventeen, do you think there is really bliss in this world?" Xia Houyi asked.
"There is no such thing in the world, it must exist outside the world." Tang Shiqi answered with a smile.
Xiahou looked at the sky for a while, and said, "If I die, you remember to burn some paper for me."
"That's for sure," Tang Shixi patted Xia Houyi's shoulder, "I will burn you a big house with three entrances and three exits, four paper-filled babies, seven or eight servants, and keep you satisfied!"
Below the stairs hurriedly came up to a postman's servant, Xia Houyi stood up and beckoned to him.
The servant ran up panting, and said to Xia Hou: "Uncle Xiahou, you must quickly return to the mountain from the book master, and the news from the mountain temple, uncle Qiu is not good!"

The leaves of the old locust tree fell down on Xia Houyi's shoulders, and the dim light passed through the dense leaves of the locust tree, and the stars flickered on Xia Houyi's body. Dead rose flowers climbed on the bamboo hedge, and the petals were as black and hard as paper. The autumn breeze of the whole house was bleak, and the chicks of autumn leaves sat in the nest with their wings covered, whispering softly.
Akiba is the most beautiful man in Galanli, with affectionate eyes, rosy lips, always gentle and gentle, like the autumn waves of the Dongting Lake, and the regeneration gas is only a few waves. Xia Houyu has always liked to run with him since he was a child. He goes to Jialan Village to buy rice and oil. Xia Houyu has to follow. He goes to the forest to cut bamboo. Xia Houyu has to follow. He teases his chicken Xia Houyu. He taught Xia Hou Yi to cook and sew clothes, and also taught Xia Hou Yi Yirong and oral skills.
But the leaves are finally falling, and Xia Houyi can no longer follow him, calling him "brother" and calling him "master".
The letter came out of the house, wiping his eyes, "Master, Master told you to go in."
Xia Houyu stood up and pushed open the creaking old wooden door. Autumn leaves were lying on the cymbals. The floral silk was wrapped in a thin body and placed on one hand along the hem. The sharp wrist bones were almost broken. Thin flesh.
He stretched out his hand towards Xia Houyi, and smiled slightly at the corners of his lips.
"It's time to say goodbye, Xiaoyu." Akiba sighed softly.
"I'll stay with you," Xia Houxi whispered.
Qiu Ye took out a small wooden box from the bedside and put it in Xia Hou's palm.
"Inside are my twelve autumn cicada-winged knives, four for you and eight for your master." Akiba opened the box, and the bright autumn water knives were numbered inside. Each one was as short as a cicada. Wing, blade has faint flowing water moire. Xia Houyi picked up a knife and suddenly felt the patterns above were familiar.
"Master, what is Cicada Wing made of?"
"The Tianshan meteorite was picked by the first generation of the Qiu family from the Tianshan Mountains." Qiuye said, "You need to keep it well. Although you don't have to pass it on to future generations, you can't give it up."
Xia Hou closed the box and nodded solemnly.
"There is one more thing," Qiu Ye looked at him deeply. "I have a brother named Akiyama, who lives in seclusion under the Qixia Mountain. He will be the real perseverance surgery in the world-deboning and fleshing, changing his face. On the day, you can leave Galan, or you can find him. "
"Yes, I know." Xiahou shouted.
Akiba nodded with a light smile and closed his eyes. The wind gradually rose outside the window. Through the I-shaped lotus flower, Xia Houyi saw the deep locust leaves outside, the branches trembled, and a round red sun hung. In the distance, the bell of the mountain temple rang, and according to the slow beat, it rang.
Xia Houyi put Akiba's hand into the bed and whispered softly:
"Goodbye, Master."