Chapter 8 The fifth round of nine hundred stone rice

The nails were dyed red with a refined balsam juice, and the color was particularly bright. But when he saw this nail, Lu Suwen's face became like a piece of white paper with no color at all. She snatched this piece of nail from Yang Zheng's hand, and looked at it for a long time under the just lit oil lamp. Her hands trembled suddenly, her whole body trembled, she turned around and asked Yang Zheng: "Where did you find it?" "In Di Qinglin's car." Yang Zheng said, "in the gap between the cushions of his car seat." Before he finished speaking, Lu Suwen's tears fell like raindrops.

"Sisi is dead." She said with tears, "I knew she must have died in Di Qinglin's hands." "How can you be sure?" "This is Sisi's nails. I gave her the impatiens juice she used to dye her nails, so I can recognize it." Lu Suwen said, "Sisi has always taken good care of her nails. If nothing happens, How did it fall on Di Qinglin's car?" Yang Zheng's face was also pale. "Why would a man as dignified as Di Xiaohou murder a poor woman like Sisi?" He asked himself, "Is it because Sisi discovered some ulterior secret about him? With his What ulterior things will identity do?"

He sighed again: "Even if he really kills Sisi, there is nothing we can do." Lu Suwen was almost sobbing, but still wanted to ask: "why?" "Because we have absolutely no evidence." "You must find the evidence for me." Lu Suwen held Yang Zheng's hand tightly, "I beg you to do this for me." Her hands were cold, and Yang Zheng's hands were also cold. "I was already skeptical." Yang Zheng said, "But now I fully understand." "What do you suspect? Understand what?" "Lian Gu drowned in the well last night. She is a kind girl, no one would murder her, even her parents think she committed suicide by throwing herself into the well, but I doubt it." Yang Zheng said, " Because at that time she only wanted to take care of me, and she would never jump into the well when I was so sick."

He added: "At that time, although my sanity was very unclear, I still heard her scream." A man who is dying himself never utters such a cry of fear and despair. "Do you think she was killed by others?" Lu Suwen asked Yang Zheng. "yes." "Who would kill a girl as kind as her?" "A person who was going to kill you." Yang Zheng's voice was full of anger and hatred, "He knew you had gone to my place. He saw Lian Gu coming out of my room, and he took Lian Gu for you." "Why did he kill me?" "Because you are already suspicious of Di Qinglin." Yang Zheng said, "You must not stay here anymore, because Di Qinglin will definitely not let you live. If you can't kill once, there must be a second time."

He stared at Lu Suwen: "So you must come with me, put down everything here and follow me. I will never let anyone hurt you." His eyes are so sincere, his emotions are so sincere. Lu Suwen wiped away her tears and made up her mind: "Okay, I'll go with you, no matter where you want to take me, I will go with you." Yang Zheng's heart was broken. A feeling that goes deep into the bone marrow, and it is as heartbreaking as pain. Suddenly, they found each other hugging each other. This is the first time they have been this close. ——A kind of external pressure often breaks the "separation" between a pair of people who love each other but cannot love each other, making their emotions deeper.

At this moment, they have almost forgotten everything, all troubles, pains, sorrows and hatreds. But they can't forget. Because at this moment, someone outside was already knocking on the door. A very cute-looking boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old stood outside the door and asked Lu Suwen who had just opened the door in a very polite manner: "I'm here to find a girl like Ruyu." "I am Ruyu." Suwen said, "What do you want from me?" Had it not been for the circumstances, she might have laughed.Although there were all kinds of men who came to her, including old scholars in their seventies and eighties, they had never had such a young child.

Because she never dreamed that what the child wanted was not her body, but her life. "My name is Xiao Ye Zi." The little boy said with a smile, "People say that Miss Ruyu is smart and beautiful, and she really didn't lie to me." He said his name, because he already had a knife in his hand, a knife that had never missed a murder. But this time he missed. He had just thrust out his hand when he suddenly heard a roar, a man rushed out and punched his Adam's apple hard. ——How could a child of twelve or thirteen have an Adam's apple? Of course Xiao Yezi never imagined that there would be a man rushing out of a prostitute's house with such a quick and heavy strike.

But he didn't panic or panic. He's here to kill, and no matter the circumstances, no matter the changes, he's going to get it done. He's been trained to never forget that. His body turned like a whirlwind, he had already avoided Yang Zheng's iron fist, and stabbed Lu Suwen in the back of the neck again with his backhand. He didn't miss the knife. The blade flashed, and the blade had pierced into a person's flesh, the flesh under the shoulder. It wasn't Ruyu's shoulder, it was Yang Zheng's. Yang Zheng rushed over suddenly, met the blade with his shoulder, and tensed his muscles.

The blade suddenly fell into the iron-like muscle, Xiao Yezi was both surprised and happy, and didn't know if he succeeded, because he had never encountered such a situation. At this moment, Yang Zheng's iron palm cut across his Adam's apple. His eyes suddenly protruded, and he looked at Yang Zheng in surprise. His body was as limp as mud. Yang Zheng pulled out the dagger on his shoulder, tore off a piece of cloth, and tied it forcefully on the wound to stop the bleeding first, then stretched out his hand to pull Lu Suwen: "Let's go quickly." But Lu Suwen shook off his hand, and said with a straight face, "Go alone!"

Yang Zheng was startled, and couldn't help asking: "why?" "Anyway, he is still a child, how can you bear to kill him?" Lu Suwen said coldly, "How can I live with a cruel and merciless person like you?" Yang Zheng knows her temper, if she has decided on something, no matter what words you use to explain it, it will be useless. He can only prove it with facts. He suddenly tore off Xiao Ye Zi's waistband: "Do you think he is a child?" Lu Suwen looked at this "child" in surprise, anyone could tell that he was no longer a child. He is indeed fully grown.

"How do you know he is no longer a child?" "He already has an Adam's apple, and he is too proficient in using knives." Yang Zheng said, "I have long known that there are people like him in the Jianghu, and there are more than one." "What kind of person is he?" "They are all dwarfs whose growth and development have been controlled by drugs, and they have been trained to be murderers since childhood." Yang Zheng said, "They have to take beauty pills with pearl powder as the main material every day, so their faces will never fade away." Never age, always look like a child." He added: "The price of this drug is extremely expensive, so the price they pay for killing people is also extremely high. Except for the rich and powerful like Di Qinglin, there are not many people who can afford them." Lu Suwen's hands and feet were cold. She couldn't help but believe Yang Zheng's words.Some trees that are planted as bonsai will never grow tall. But people are different from trees after all. "Who is so cruel?" Lu Suwen asked, "How dare you use this method to deal with a group of children?" "It's the 'Blue Dragon Club' I told you about." Yang Zheng said, "They all belong to the 'Blue Dragon Club', and they usually pretend to be the personal book boys of some masterminds in the 'Blue Dragon Club'." He suddenly smiled again, caressing the wound on his shoulder and said: "Fortunately, these people have limited physical strength because they have been controlled by drugs since they were young. Otherwise, how would I dare to be stabbed by him?" Lu Suwen sighed softly: "Sometimes I really can't figure it out, how do you know so many things? It seems that none of the secret activities in the Jianghu can be hidden from you." A respectful and sad expression suddenly appeared on Yang Zheng's face, and it took a long time before he said: "These things were taught to me by one man." "Who taught you that?" Yang Zheng didn't answer any more, untied the burden on his back, and gave her a piece of dried meat and hard dough cake, while he was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky full of stars, lost in thought. —Is he thinking about that person? At this time, the night was getting dark, they walked out of the city from the alley behind Yihong Courtyard, and arrived at the foot of a hillside with spring water. Yang Zheng's drinking strength subsided, and the strange thing is that his illness seemed to have eased, but he felt very tired. Lu Suwen looked at him affectionately, and stretched out his hand involuntarily, caressing his thin face. "You'd better sleep for a while, in case something happens, I will wake you up." Yang Zheng nodded, eyes closed, as if he didn't hear the footsteps on the hillside at all. The footsteps were softer than that of a civet cat, and they walked slowly across the soft grass. Two pairs of wolf-like eyes were staring at Yang Zheng's hand. There were two people. Yang Zheng didn't fall asleep, his heart was beating very fast. The footsteps of these two people were too light, so they must not be weak, but Yang Zheng was already exhausted. He only hoped that these two people thought he was asleep and took the opportunity to sneak up on him, so that he would have the chance to sneak up on them. Unexpectedly, they stopped far away, and said loudly: "Tou Yang, it is late at night and the dew is heavy. You will catch a cold if you sleep here. We are here to take you to a good place. Please get up." These two people seemed to rely on their identities and refused to do things to plot against others. Yang Zheng's heart sank. This kind of talent is truly terrifying.If you are not a first-class master, you will never do this. They were undoubtedly already sure of taking Yang Zheng's life, there was no need to plot a sneak attack at all. There were two people standing under the willow tree at the foot of the mountain, holding two gleaming strange-shaped weapons in their hands. After Yang Zheng stood up, they walked over slowly, their steps light and steady. They were all very calm. Yang Zheng could only try his best to calm himself down, standing in front of Lu Suwen whose whole body was convulsed by fear, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" "Since you want to know, we'll tell you." They were not at all afraid that Yang Zheng would know their secrets, because dead people would not reveal any secrets. They uttered the eight words with a very strange voice, the voice was full of pride and confidence, as if as soon as they uttered these eight words, no matter who they were, they would be terrified. "The sky is as blue as water." "The flying dragon is in the sky." Upon hearing these eight words, Yang Zheng's expression really changed. "The Azure Dragon Society? Are you from the Azure Dragon Society?" Yang Zheng asked, "Why did the Azure Dragon Society seek me out?" "Because we like you." One person smiled sadly: "So I want to send you to a place where you will never catch a cold and get sick, and also want your lover to be with you forever." Yang Zheng clenched his fists tightly, feeling cramped in his heart. He still has his life to fight for, and he can still fight for his life, but what about Lu Suwen? A burst of laughter suddenly came from the top of the willow tree at the foot of the mountain, and one person said, "He doesn't want to go there, so you two should go by yourself!" The two of them immediately dispersed, turned around suddenly, their movements were light and vigorous, and their reactions were extremely sensitive. They seemed to see someone standing lightly on the top of the willow tree, but they didn't see clearly. Because at this moment, a blue sword light that was as dazzling as lightning lit up, striking down in the sky like lightning. The light of the sword swirled and danced, and suddenly settled down again like a mountain. The two murderers had already fallen into a pool of their own blood. Yang Zheng was both surprised and happy, and lost his voice: "It's you." A man in a blue shirt wearing a bamboo hat leaned under a tree and looked at him, his gentle smile no longer had any murderous look in his eyes. "How will Qinglong find you?" Mr. Lan Da only asked Yang Zheng, "How did you offend them?" "I didn't offend them." "That's wrong." Lan Yichen said, "Although Qinglong Society often kills people, it never kills people for no reason. If you don't offend them, they will never touch you." Mr. Lan Da pondered: "Unless they have some secrets that you know." Yang Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, something he didn't want to say yet. Mr. Lan Da sighed: "I think you should follow me. Now that the Azure Dragon Society has found you, I am afraid that I am the only one in the world who can save your life." "Thank you." "What do you mean by thank you?" Mr. Lan Da asked again, "Yes? Or not?" "I just want to go my own way." Yang Zheng said, "Even if it's a dead end, I will go and see." Mr. Lan Da stared at him, shook his head and smiled wryly. "I should have let you die for a man like you. But I might save you later on," he said, "because you are so much like a man." "who?" "A friend I knew before." Mr. Lan Da seemed to have a lot of emotion, "Although he can't be regarded as a good person, he is my friend. I may be the only friend in his life!" "I'm not your friend, and I don't deserve to be your friend." Yang Zheng said, "You saved my life, and I won't have the chance to repay you, so you don't have to save me again in the future." After saying this, he took Lu Suwen's hand and left without looking back. After walking a long way, Lu Suwen couldn't help but say: "I know you are definitely not a person who doesn't know what to do, why do you treat him like this?" She asked Yang Zheng, "Is it because you know that the Azure Dragon Society is too powerful and you don't want to hurt others?" Yang Zheng didn't speak. Lu Suwen held his hand tightly: "No matter what, I've already made up my mind to follow you. Even if you're going to a dead end, I'll follow you." Yang Zheng looked up to the sky, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, and let out a long breath. "Then we'll go home first." "Go home?" Lu Suwen said, "Where do we have a home?" "Although there is not now, but there will definitely be in the future." Lu Suwen smiled, and the smile was full of tenderness: "We used to have a family, you have a family, and I have a family, but from now on, the two of us can only have one family." Yes, from now on, the two of them can only have one family - if they don't die, there will definitely be a family. A small but warm home. Di Qinglin's home is not like this. Maybe he had no home at all, all he had was a huge house, not a home. His mansion is majestic and grand, but it always makes people feel indescribably deserted and gloomy. At night, even Manager Fu dare not walk in the garden alone. Manager Fu's surname is not Fu, but Di. Defoe has been in the Hou's Mansion for decades, and it is not easy to survive from a servant to the manager. He knew that Young Master Hou came back with "Mr. Ying".Although he didn't see Mr. Ying now, he never asked, and he didn't dare to ask.Because he could see that there must be a very special relationship between Young Master Hou and Mr. Ying. He never wanted to know what was the relationship between them. Even if he knew it, he had to pretend not to know it, and he had to find a way to forget it as soon as possible. Every time Di Qinglin came back, he had to go to the Buddhist hall where his late mother lived to meditate for half a day. During this time, no one could disturb him, without exception. Mrs. Di Tai Weiren Hou Menqian is a well-known beauty in Jianghu, and also a famous chivalrous woman in Jianghu. It is said that her fairy swordsmanship has been passed down by "Master Mei", the head of the Emei School. After she married the old Hou Ye, she often rode Jian Cong lightly, went around the rivers and lakes with a sword, and relive the old dreams of the past. But after giving birth to the young master, she concentrated on serving the Buddha, and sometimes refused to step out of the Buddhist hall for years. Not long after the old Hou Ye passed away, Mrs. Tai also went.They enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world, and they died without pain at all. But they don't seem to be very happy when they are alive. On the second night after the young master came back, he summoned Manager Fu and asked him some things he had to ask.In fact, there is nothing worth asking. After he went out this time, something strange happened in the Hou's mansion. "A few days ago, someone suddenly sent nine hundred shi of rice. I didn't dare to accept it, but the person who sent the rice said that it was specially sent by a close friend of the young master, 'Uncle Long', to add blessings to the young master. Longevity." Manager Fu said, "So I dare not refuse." ——How many meters are nine hundred stones of rice?How many people can it feed? This question is probably rarely answered. Most people in this world have probably never seen so much rice in their entire lives; there are probably only a handful of people who can give away 900 shi rice to others. Di Xiaohou remained calm, and only asked indifferently: "Where's the rice?" "It's all been moved to the big warehouse where the old Hou Ye was storing grain and raising soldiers when he was going to go to war." Manager Fu said, "The little Hou Ye hasn't come back, and no one has touched it." Di Qinglin nodded, expressing his satisfaction. Manager Fu added: "This morning, two guests came to look for the young master, and they also said they were good friends of the young master, and they were sent by the uncle Long who delivered the rice, so I dare not not keep them .” Di Qinglin was not surprised either, and just asked him: "Where are people?" "Everyone is listening to Yue Xiaozhu." The moon is silent, how can the moon listen? Because the moon is silent, I can listen to it. What I listen to is the silent moon, and what I hear is the silent moon. ——Isn’t silence sometimes better than sound? There is no moon, but there are stars, and the starlight is quietly sprinkled on the window paper. The moon is silent, and the stars are also silent. There were two people sitting quietly in Tingyue Xiaozhu's private room, drinking "Nuerhong" quietly.Fourth Master Hua didn't drink much, but the other person drank a lot. It seemed that he rarely had the chance to drink this Jiangnan fine wine. When Di Qinglin entered, both of them stood up to greet each other, and Fourth Master Hua asked in the first sentence: "Have you received the nine hundred shi rice that Master Long sent?" With Hua Si's tact and politeness, he should have at least exchanged a few words of politeness first, but he asked these nine hundred stones as soon as they met.It was originally given to Di Qinglin by someone else and had nothing to do with him, but he seemed to value it more than Di Qinglin. "I received it two days ago." Di Xiaohou said, "But no one has touched it yet." "That would be great." Fourth Master Hua heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, "Young Master must have guessed where the rice came from." Di Qinglin smiled lightly: "If it's rice, of course it's grown from the field; if there are some silver sheaths hidden in the rice bag, it's hard to tell!" Fourth Master Hua laughed loudly: "Young Master is indeed an outstanding man. I already knew that I can't hide anything from Young Master." He lowered his voice and said again: "The Azure Dragon Club's expenses are huge, and sometimes we have to do some business without capital, but it must be done seamlessly, and there must be no future troubles." Di Qinglin smiled: "You guys did a good job this time." Fourth Master Hua poured a glass of wine for Di Xiaohou. "But this time we have to trouble the young master, because this batch of goods is too eye-catching, and it is not convenient to transport them back for the time being. Only by depositing them at the young master's house first, will it be safe." "I understand." Di Qinglin said lightly, "When you want to take it back, I promise you won't lose even one or two." "Of course not less." Fourth Master Hua apologized, "The head of the 'April Hall' who is in charge of this event has always admired the young master, and will definitely come to thank the young master in person." ——The three hundred and sixty sub-rudders of the Azure Dragon Club belong to the twelve halls. Di Xiaohou didn't ask who the hall master was, but asked the other person who had drunk a lot. "You were imprisoned this time because of this?" "Yes." The man also said with a smile, "This plan is like a chain, every link is tightly fastened, and I'm just one of the links, and I haven't actually done anything." He was tall and mighty, and he was Qiu Xingjian, the second steward of the Sunset Racecourse. Fourth Master Hua smiled again: "The most wonderful thing is that our plan this time accidentally happened to do something for the young master." "Oh?" "Now we have put the blame on Yang Zheng, and the government has set a deadline of ten days to seize the stolen goods." Fourth Master Hua smiled very happily, "Don't say ten days, he won't be able to go back after a hundred ten days." .” "why?" "Because Yang Zheng is probably gone now." Fourth Master Hua said, "Of course the government will think that he absconded with money and has nothing to do with us." "Why did he suddenly disappear?" "Because I have asked the chief helm to send two masters," Fourth Master Hua smiled more cheerfully, "With the sharpness of their hands and feet and rich experience, they will never leave a trace if they kill a lot of people." "Do you think they are enough to deal with Yang Zheng?" "It's more than enough." Di Qinglin took a sip of the wine and said lightly: "Then you'd better hurry up and get ready to collect the corpses for the two of them!" "why?" "Because you all underestimated Yang Zheng." Di Qinglin said, "Whoever underestimates his opponent is a fatal mistake, and no one should make such a mistake." He suddenly turned his head to face the window: "Hall Master Wang of Siyue Hall, what do you mean?" Sure enough, someone outside the window sighed: "I mean the same as the young master." The man said, "because I have already collected the corpses for them." The wind blows the window, and a tall and tall man floats lightly out of the window. He is indeed the master of the April Hall of the Qinglong Society, and his surname is Wang. The person in charge of this dart robbery plan is unexpectedly Wang Zhenfei, the head of the "Central Plains Escort Bureau" of the bodyguards. Di Qinglin was not surprised, but Fourth Master Hua was surprised: "How did the young master think that he is the master of Siyue hall?" "Because only Chief Escort Wang has the opportunity to calmly transfer the money of the bodyguard." Di Qinglin said, "But he must not be present when the bodyguard is robbed, so Chief Qiu came from outside the pass to sell horses. BMW Jindao loves horses and becomes addicted." , Of course, this grand event will not be missed.” He smiled: "Just like Wan Junwu will never miss it." ——So the horse test in the spring suburb not only gave Wang Zhenfei a reason not to be at the scene of the dart robbery, but also gave Di Qinglin a chance to assassinate Wan Junwu. Di Qinglin toasted Qiu Xingjian: "That's why Manager Qiu is very important, and Manager Qiu doesn't need to underestimate himself." "Young Master, you're really good." Qiu Xingjian drank it all in one gulp, "I admire you." "But this escort can't just be robbed like this. Of course, it must be retrieved, and the head of the escort must not be found by Mr. Wang himself." Di Qinglin said, "This escort is originally an official bank, and the government itself will be responsible for it." Of course, there is nothing better than finding it back. When the government finds out that the dart silver has been swapped, it is already their own business, and someone has already taken the blame for them." Di Xiaohou took another sip of his wine: "This plan is really wonderful. The only regret is that Yang Zheng, who took the blame for them, is still alive." Wang Zhenfei took Fourth Master Hua's wine glass and drank three glasses in a row. "It's really a pity that he can live to this day." Wang Zhenfei said, "Fortunately, he didn't live long." "why?" "Because someone is going to kill him now." "What kind of master did you send this time?" Di Qinglin asked coldly. "We didn't send out this time, and we can't send out such a master." "Oh?" "He wanted to kill Yang Zheng only because he recognized Yang Zheng as the descendant of one of his great enemies." Wang Zhenfei said, "And it was he who came to me on his own initiative to inquire about Yang Zheng's whereabouts." "Why did he find you?" "I don't know how he found me. It's probably because he knew that my dart money was stolen. Yang Zheng is the most suspected person." Wang Zhenfei said, "He is a man of great powers. more than others." Di Qinglin's eyes suddenly shone, staring at Wang Zhenfei and asking: "Who is this guy?" "It's Lan Yichen, the famous 'God's Eye Sword', Mr. Lan Da." "Oh!" Fourth Master Hua's eyes were twice as big as usual. Di Qinglin sighed: "If it's him, then Yang Zheng is really dead this time." At this time Yang Zheng was not dead yet. He was knocking hard on the door of the family, knocking very urgently, as if he knew that someone was chasing him, and as soon as he caught up, he could be assassinated by the sword at any time.