Chapter 1: Xinyuliang

Just after a new rain, the stone road was wet, and the cripples let the children squat under the eaves, waiting for the urn in the government to lead people. Xia Houyu was buried in a pile of people, and he slammed the mud on his feet, and the ankle was hard, it was a dagger. When he went out, Uncle Duan used to defend himself.
He looks good, especially his eyes are like his mother, shining like the starlight at night. Little girls often talked to him along the way, but he ignored them.
In his eyes, he is different from these girls. They have long hair and short hair. They only know that they are sold in Xiefu and can eat and wear warmth. They would like to climb to the master's bed a little bit. He is not the same as Xiahou. He is the youngest assassin of Qiye Galan. He did not come to be a slave. He came to kill.
He propped his head casually, glancing around. There were few people in the morning, and the alley was deserted. There were a few beggars squatting in the alley, and they nodded little by little.
Xia Houyi thought that there must be a Garan in the beggar. When he successfully entered Xiefu, someone would throw a note from the wall and tell him the target of the assassination. Maybe someone would come to his window in the middle of the night and tell him where Galan's contents should be.
Although he has never participated in the assassination of Galan, his mother told him when telling stories to coax him to sleep-Galan assassin appeared in a ghost, hid in the market, and killed invisible.
He stayed in the mountain for twelve years, practiced knives under the tutor's hands, and hunted pheasants to chase hares in his spare time. He finally had the opportunity to go down the mountain to participate in the assassination. The name makes him a real assassin. Although he hasn't tried with others, his mother is the strongest assassin of Galan. He is his mother's son and will certainly become the strongest assassin.
Rinzi came over and counted the number of children. He lowered his eyebrows, held his breath, and squatted gracefully.
Assassins are like this, never noticeable.
Two uncles and several uncles opened the door and stepped out of the threshold. Ren Xunzi put on a smile and greeted him: "Everyone is here. They are all neat and clever children. One child has five hanging copper plates. This is the cheapest price in Jinling City."
The leading cricket made the children stand up and check one by one to make sure that there were no children with missing noses, eyes, arms and legs, and no crooked jujube. After a bargain with the person, they brought the child in. Xie Fu.
Xia Hou's ears were sharp, and he heard that the man-in-law took the silver two in his hand and sipped: "Poor sour!"
Several aunts and maids were wearing half old but not new ones. Only the one on the top wore better. A jasper bracelet was hung on the wrist, and a patch was placed on the last woman's cunt.
"Hey, that gray over there, come here." Hearing coldly, Xiahou Ao raised his head, and saw the leading Ao pointing at him.
Xia Hou walked over and shoved him to the woman who had patched it on the sister-in-law, and said, "This child looks very clever. You can get it back in the hospital, not to mention that the lady has mistreated the three masters."
"Liu Ye, give slaves one more time. Before that, my wife transferred two girls in a row. Only slaves and a young girl are left in our yard, which is not enough." The woman had a bitter gourd and her mouth Like a walnut, wrinkled, as if wrinkled by bitter blisters.
Leng Leng snorted and said, "The three young masters are just a small child. How many people do they need to serve? Could it be impossible to call the people in the whole house to serve you three young masters? Xie Fu is so big that people are used everywhere. But now that I have bought these children, I will give you one to fill the gap, and then I will sneak up, but dare to have an inch? "
"Don't dare, Liu Yi is angry, one is enough." The woman quickly bowed down and apologized, took Xia Houyi's hand and left.
There are many cocoons on the woman's hand, and it hurts Xia Houyi's hand, but Xia Houyi is used to it. His mother's hand is rougher than these hands because she holds the knife all year round.
"You will call me Aunt Lan in the future. What's your name?"
"Xiahouhou." He pretended to be well-behaved, and answered timidly.
"Which one?"
"'Shengheng, the wild fields are vast, and the shadows are falling.'"
Aunt Lan glanced at Xia Houyi in surprise, and said, "You still recite poetry?"
Xia Houyi was shocked. He forgot that all those who were sold by his sister-in-law were poor children. Not to mention memorizing poems. He lied quickly: "I always listen to what others say, only this one."
Aunt Lan laughed: "It's good to recite poetry. We are shocked that Master Lan enjoys reading most. You can memorize a few words to please him. Have you read? Have you read books? Words, have you ever read it? "
If the palace map and sword score calculation book, "After reading a little bit, I will write my name."
Aunt Lan patted Xia Houyi's hand and smiled gently: "It's fine already, aunt I can only recognize a few."
Along the way, I encountered many servants of aunts, and Aunt Lan always stopped to salute from a long distance, or avoided them and detoured. The servants of the girl-in-law turned a blind eye to Aunt Lan, and Xia Houyi could not help but mutter.
"I heard that Master Minger went back to the house. Madam was very happy. Let's be nimbly. Master's house must be cleaned up today." The two girls said, and Aunt Lan gave a gift and wiped them. Pass by.
"What a pleasure, I heard that the master offended the father-in-law Wei in the palace and was released. Let's be careful, don't touch the mold."
"Master is so true, why bother to offend Grandpa Wei? It's a simple crime."
The voice gradually drifted away, Xia Houyi walked down, a round-faced girl who looked at the age of thirteen or four came forward, and said, "Aunt! Auntie comes to pick you up, hey, why do you get a hairy boy?"
"Come on, sister-in-law, Lianxiang." Aunt Lan said.
"Sister Lianxiang." Xia Houxi greeted obediently.
Lianxiang glanced at Xia Houyi, dissatisfied and said, "What's the matter with a hairy boy? We have to take care of it. Madam is too deceiving. Everyday, sweeping, raccoon clothing, and weeding are all required. No way? "
Aunt Lan grabbed Lianxiang and shook her head: "Forget it, don't say it, it's enough for the three of us to serve the young master. Hey, why are you out? How can you let the young master be alone in the house?"
"It's okay, Master is taking a nap."
Aunt Lan was uneasy. The three accelerated their pace and hurried to Qiuwuyuan. Xia Houyi only felt that they traversed the whole mansion, and the surrounding scenery became more and more dilapidated. It took a long time to see the corner gate of Qiuwuyuan. Before they entered the door, the three heard a crackling sound of pots and pans crackling inside, and a young man shouted.
"Give me back the book! Give me back!"
Aunt Lan and Lianxiang rushed into the door. Xia Houhou followed behind, and saw the messy courtyard was a mess. A half-old boy was pressed to the ground by several slaves, his face was covered with mud and dust, and a fat white ear. The fat man stood on the edge, his nose and ears looked like round meat balls, round and shiny. Since entering the government, the people Xia Houyi has seen are skinny, and dare to love the oil and water of the whole government.
The Jinling boy has the habit of spreading fat and powder. The fat man was afraid that he had a deep self-knowledge of his appearance, and he also applied rouge gouache, but his energy was a little too far. Xia Houyi and him stepped away a few steps away. The smell of the powder was pungent. Let Xia Hou's head faint.
"What does it mean to give it back to you? This book is mine, even if I do n’t need it anymore, it ’s mine. Who will allow you to pick it up?
The fat man tore the book horribly and ruthlessly. He said, "Just like you, and still studying? Why, do you want to take an imperial examination? Want to be an official? Dream about it, you, my uncle's son, can only be my uncle for my whole life!"
"I slaughtered you! I slaughtered you! Don't scold my mother! Don't scold my mother!" The boy struggled hard, his face flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Lianxiang and Aunt Lan knelt on the ground and couldn't hold their heads, crying, "Master, please let go of the three masters, let go of the three masters!"
"Go away! Come here, search for me, and see if he has my book in private? Search it out and tear it up!"
Jiading turned inside and out, almost turning the whole yard over, tearing up even the straw paper in the thatched cottage, and piled a pile of shredded paper on the open space. There aren't many books, plus papyrus, but they can only stand in a small pile.
The three young masters looked at the shredded paper, looked up slowly, and looked at the fat man coldly, and said, "If one day I skyrocketed, it is necessary that you die ..."
Before the words were finished, a family member kicked him to the ground and laughed: "Still going up? No one can change the cheap life rolling in the mud!"
Xia Houyi squatted by the wall, seeing the fire in his heart, unconsciously touched the dagger in his boots, and thought again, no, the assassin could not expose himself. He forced himself to remove his hand and quietly shrink into a quail.
The fat man crouched in front of Master Three, grabbed a handful of confetti from the ground, squeezed his face with his left hand, and shoved the confetti into his mouth. The three masters couldn't stop struggling, and the family drew on him, laughing as he coughed. Aunt Lan and Lianxiang wanted to rush up and was stopped by other family members. They could only watch the three young masters lying on the ground with red eyes.
"Xie Jinglan, listen, your dear sister-in-law got you while my dad was drunk and climbed up on my dad's bed. You are a dog and still want to study and be an official? Dead this heart, right? My mother gave you a face, so you still have the name of a young master. If you are restless, this old master will let you and your old immortal slavery go and brush the Christine bucket. "
The fat man sprinkled confetti on top of his head, and confetti snowflakes fell on his head and face, and a group of people laughed and went away.
Aunt Lan and Lianxiang helped Xie Jinglan, and they patted the ashes on his body with tears in their eyes.
"How can Big Master bully Third Master so much? He didn't want these books. It wasn't possible for our Third Master to pick them up from the warehouse. We actually ripped them all like this." His lips were silent, his expression softened, and said, "Master ... we're not going to read anymore, alas, there is no paper or ink, and now the books are gone, let's forget it."
Xie Jinglan ignored her, and Aunt Lan brought her broom to clean up the pieces of paper on the floor. Xie Jinglan stood up and stopped her, and said, "Don't sweep, put them in the house, I can still stick them."
"But it's all broken like this, or are several books at the end of the book, can you stick them back?"
"Yes, let me."
"By the way, the niece brought back by the slaves today can read and help the young master. Where are you, Xiao yu, come here and greet the young master."
Xia Houyi heard the words, and hurried over to make Xie Jinglan a wry moment. When he approached, Xia Houzhen could see the young master's appearance clearly. Although his face was dusty, he couldn't stop the eyebrows. His eyes seemed to be brushed with ink brushes. He picked up slightly and outlined the romantic scene, but his face was pale, sick, and he didn't have enough food.
It turned out to be a sissy, no wonder there was no backhand. Each of the men in Galan was strong and physically undressed and became muscles. Xia Houyu was on the mountain all the year round. He saw all the men who had tried hard to come back and beat him up in the dead. He had never seen such a weak young master, and he couldn't look at him now.
Xie Jinglan raised his eyelids and looked at Xia Houyi. He saw that his hair was scattered, and he didn't know what dirty things were on his face. The gray one was black and the other was a mud-like monkey. He couldn't help frowning, "What the is this? I don't want to, go back. "
Xia Houyi: "..."