Chapter 3 Chapter Three

Yan Wei looked up, only to see a slender man in green clothes grabbing the upper arm of the big black-faced man, and lifted his feet up from the ground with ease. The big black-faced man didn't Too much struggle, like a dead fish, is suspended obediently.The man seemed to have pinched a certain acupoint on the big man's arm with his heavy hands, causing his entire meridians to spasm and paralyze, making him unable to move his lower limbs. It was an extremely clever technique. Yan Wei squinted her eyes to look closely, but saw that the head of the man in Tsing Yi just overlapped with the sun, the afternoon sunlight was extremely glaring, she couldn't see his face clearly, only vaguely could see that the man was not very old, only in his twenties .

Yan Wei lowered her head again to look at the grass in front of her. What caught her eye was a pair of stone-blue short boots that were under the man's feet. They were densely embroidered with green lotus-colored curvy patterns with lock stitches. The curls of the patterns were decorated with rice beads. The shoes were very new. It seems that the first time I wear it, I can't even see the dust on the side of the sole.On top of the shoes is the hem of an ultramarine-coloured skirt with a brocade pattern on the edge, and a smoky cup-pattern singlet, which is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the hem of the singlet gently brushes over the tip of the grass , like mist like smoke.

I don't know what the man did again, but when the black-faced man let out a scream, the sachet fell straight down, and the sunlight cast a golden halo, making the sachet look like a huge blue flower. Gems, sparkle. At this moment of lightning, the man in green threw the black-faced man out forcefully, and at the same time leaned over, lightly stretched the ape's arms, and firmly held the sachet in his hand. They are almost exactly the same, but their posture is extremely calm and elegant. That face suddenly moved closer and then drifted away, Yan Wei still couldn't see his face clearly.

The other hand stretched out again. The fingers were long and fair. On the index finger was a black glazed ring with a huge "dragonfly's eye". Dark blue, but not in the middle of the white circle, slightly slanted, like a contemptuous eye. Yan Wei froze for a moment, then stretched that hand forward again, Yan Wei put four fingers on it hesitantly, a warm and dry feeling came through the fingertips, as soon as the man exerted force, she pulled Yan Wei up . "Take it!" The other hand pinched the sachet until it hit Yan Wei's chest. Yan Wei shrank back in panic, took the sachet with both hands, lowered her head, her heart was pounding , I am afraid that the man in Tsing Yi will find out that he is a woman.

The man in green looked around and said in a deep voice: "If this thing is not in his hands, no matter who gets it, I will knock his head off. I, Long Yang, will do what I say!" After speaking, he turned and left. Never look back. Yan Wei raised her head, and only saw the back of the man in green. He didn't look very tall, because he was wearing a crown that was full of feet, and he looked extremely tall. Two purple ribbons hung down from the crown, almost three feet long. Long, floating behind like a dragon.The smoky singlet was blowing on both sides, like a pair of wings, following his steps, undulating from left to right...

It turned out that he was Longyang, the older brother of Solanum nigrum, and the prince of Jiang Guo. Everyone dispersed, Yan Wei clasped her hands, holding the sachet, and stood there in a daze. After all... I didn't see his face clearly!In my mind, only the poor curves on the shoes are left, which meanders and twists and turns... In my ears, only the name—Longyang. When Yan Wei returned to the post house, Yan Changchu was walking around the room anxiously. Seeing Yan Wei came back, he hurriedly said, "Let's go quickly and contact them." This is a small house hidden in a busy city, mixed with a bunch of almost identical houses, each of which is very similar.It seems that once you turn your head, you can no longer recognize it from other houses.

The people who live in this neighborhood are all peddlers who lead carts and sell pulp. It is the time when the evening market is about to close, and the crowds are surging and bustling, which looks a bit shabby and bustling. Pushing open the door and entering, there was no Li Qichen and Tong Shui that Yan Wei was expecting. There was only a gray-haired old man with a hunchback cooking porridge.The old man didn't seem to hear anyone coming in, so he grabbed a handful of stove grass, folded it slightly, and stuffed it into the hearth. Yan Changchu walked over and patted the old man on the shoulder.The old man turned around with a blank expression on his face.

Yan Wei looked at the old man's face, but he was very young, without any wrinkles, he seemed to be only about forty years old, but his hunched back and gray hair made him look like an old man. Yan Changchu took out something from his bosom, shook it in front of the man, and then quickly put it back into his bosom. A look of surprise and surprise appeared on the man's face immediately, he said hoo-hoo, and gestured with his hands. It turned out that he was a mute. The mute bowed his body, walked to the south wall, pushed it with his hand, and the wall opened inward, which turned out to be a secret door.

Inside the secret door, there is another room, which is much more open than the outer room, but it has no windows. When the door is opened, a strong male body blows towards the face. A lamp is like beans, and the two faces flickering in and out of the lamp are Li Qichen and Tong Shui. When Li Qichen saw Yan Wei, he stood up abruptly and asked, "It's you?! Why are you here? It's dangerous here!" Yan Wei had mixed feelings, and she didn't know what to say for a while, and it was hard to express anything in front of her father, but suppressed the ups and downs in her heart, watching Li Qichen smile, her cheeks became a little stiff.

Yan Changchu said: "My father and daughter are ordered by the king to meet you." Li Qichen had met Yan Changchu in the palace, and immediately bowed to salute, and said: "I'm tired, please tell me what to do." Yan Changchu asked, "How long have you been here?" Tong Shui said: "It must have been more than half a month. According to the prior arrangement, we will settle in another place before doing things, and stay here after doing things. The city gate is too strict to get out. We tried to break through the water gate once. , but the water is full of bronze branches, people can’t get through, and the inspection is also very strict, there is no other way but to wait here.”

"Are you injured?" Yan Wei hurriedly asked. Tong Shu smiled awkwardly: "I got a little injury, I went to grab some medicine, and I'll be fine." Then he rolled up his arm for Yan Wei to see, only to see a long pale white scar on his forearm, like The scratch, sure enough, has healed. Yan Changchu seemed unwilling to continue the topic of taking medicine for injuries, and asked again: "Is there anyone else to take care of you?" Li Qichen frowned, and replied, "No..." Yan Changchu continued to ask, "Is that mute reliable?" Seeing Yan Changchu asking endless questions, Tong Sui seemed a little impatient, and said, "It's been so many days, if he's unreliable, will you still see us?" Yan Changchu didn't think it was disobedient, nodded, and said, "I'll help you change your appearance tonight, and leave to break through the barrier tomorrow morning." Yan Changchu was busy preparing the pigments for the disguise, while Li Qichen and Tong Shu gave a brief account of the assassination process. No matter how thrilling the life-and-death moment is, it is always a little bland when narrated afterwards. When Tong Shui mentioned the woman in blue, Yan Wei said in surprise, "Ah?! That's Princess Xiaokui, Solanum nigrum." Tong Shui's eyes lit up: "Really?! Is she really that princess?" Tong Shui said, bumping Li Qichen's chest with his elbow, and continued excitedly, "Look, brother, I You guessed right! I told Jiang Guoguo to see her, and he did." Yan Changchu frowned, and asked Yan Wei suspiciously, "How do you know she's Nightshade?" Yan Wei stuck out her tongue and said with a smile, "I saw her by Yihu Lake today, and she gave me this..." As she spoke, she took out the sachet from her bosom. Tong Li snatched the sachet, rubbed it in his hand, clicked his tongue in admiration, opened the sachet again, took out the piece of silk paper inside, and asked, "What is this?" Yan Wei said: "This is silk paper. Girls in Jiang Guo's boudoir often use it to write and pass messages, and it can also be used to impregnate lipstick and red lips." He was just concentrating on fiddling with the work in his hand, as if he didn't care what the three of them were talking about. However, Li Qichen took the silk paper, twirled it with two fingers, and muttered: "This is very similar to the scroll that Mu Xuanshi left me at the end of his life." Yan Changchu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? What is it? Why did he leave something for you?" Li Qichen said: "Probably he wanted me to give it to his son Mubie, but before he could explain clearly, he went." As Li Qichen said, he took out a brocade scroll from his arms. Tied with silk rope. Li Qichen loosened the silk rope and unfolded the contents inside. It was a long strip of silk paper, but its texture was firmer and denser than the one in the black nightshade sachet, and the surface was very smooth. Yan Changchu took the silk paper for a closer look, and saw that the edges were neatly trimmed, the surface seemed to have been polished, and there was no ink stain on both sides, so nothing could be discerned. Yan Wei thought for a while and said, "Try to spray some water?" Tong Shu took a sip of water and wanted to spray it. Yan Wei hastily stopped her and said: "This silk paper will melt when soaked in water, don't be reckless." Then, she took the water bowl, dipped her fingernails in water, and flicked it onto the corner of the silk paper bit by bit, and sure enough, Light brown handwriting gradually appeared on the silk paper. After a closer look, the content of the text was all about blacksmithing. Yan Wei stopped her hands and asked, "Do you want to show all the characters?" Li Qichen waved his hand and said, "I don't want it anymore, I have to leave this thing to Mubie." Tong Shui shouted: "Mu Xuanshi didn't say he would give it to Mubie, and you didn't promise him either." Li Qichen shook his head and said, "Does he have to say something like this to keep his promise?" Tong Sui said: "Give it to him, you must make a copy first, otherwise you will be sorry for so many craftsmen who died and assassins who died in foreign countries." Li Qichen sighed: "Maybe he just hopes that this skill will be passed on, and it won't be cut off because of his death... Otherwise, he wouldn't have given this to me, a murderer who killed him..." Tong Shi said: "Only he knows what he thinks. Since this thing is given to you, you have the right to dispose of it as you like." Li Qichen pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Let's leave this matter to Yue An Jun to decide... we just need to do what we should do." Then, he rolled up the silk paper, put it on the brocade, and put it back in his arms . Li Qichen asked Yan Wei, "How do you know that you need to spray water to make the words stand out?" Yan Wei said with a smile: "This is a trick that girls often play when washing clothes. They use thicker starch to draw patterns on the clothes. After drying, there will be no traces, but if it rains, it will show up." Tong Shu kept playing with the sachet in his hand, and muttered in a low voice, "Give it to me..." "No!" Yan Wei said. Tong Shui said angrily, "You're so stingy! You're a girl, and you're holding another girl's token of love, what's that..." Yan Wei suddenly remembered the words Long Yang said before leaving: "If this thing is not in his hands, no matter who gets it, I will make his head fall, and I, Long Yang, will do what I say!" So she said : "According to the customs of the Jiang country, the sachets given out by the girls on the autumn day should not be transferred to others, otherwise, the person who accepts the sachet will suffer disaster." Tong Shi just played with the sachet and refused to let it go, and said, "Then lend me a few days to play with, and return it to you when you've had enough!" When everything is dressed up, everyone is really like a different person. Li Qichen's skin is slightly dark, his cheeks are sunken, and he has a mustache on his lips. He seems to be a few years older, but his appearance is very ordinary, with a bit of elegance and frailty unique to Jiang people.Tong Shui's appearance has almost changed to that of a young Yan Changchu, his facial features are completely different from before, and his age seems to be a few years older.Yan Wei's hair was combed into a high bun, her complexion was also slightly yellowed, and her appearance was more similar to Yan Changchu's.I saw that she had long eyebrows drawn into the temples, her lips were a little bit cherry, and her ears were clipped on her ears. She looked like a young woman from the Jiang country in her twenties.Only Yan Changchu himself did not make any changes. One look at this appearance, needless to say, everyone understood their roles, Tong Shui was comparable to Yan Wei's brother and sister, and Li Qichen was Yan Wei's husband-in-law. It was already late at night, and everyone lay down in their clothes, waiting for dawn. A cock crow broke the silence of the night, and after a while, cock crows from far and near came one after another. Yan Changchu said: "Jiang Guo opened the city gate with a rooster crowing, so we can leave." Before she finished speaking, there was a loud noise, and the room was instantly filled with dust. Just as Yan Wei was about to cover her mouth and nose with her hands, she felt a tight wrist and rolled into someone's arms, but she didn't know who it was.