NFBE Chapter 120 Doorman Lao Yu
Chapter 120 Doorman Lao Yu
There is a small house with green tiles next to the gate of the palace.
There is a small table under the eaves of the small house, and a lounge chair next to the table.
The doorman, Old Yu, was lying on a recliner, watching the water droplets falling from the eaves and gradually turning into lines. His sight passed through the curtain of water and saw the increasingly gloomy sky.
He didn't seem to care about the depression brought by the gloomy sky.
He seemed to care even less about the two people kneeling not far away, already soaked all over.
His index finger tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the recliner, and he hummed softly, reciting a poem with considerable charm:
"The scenery in the frontier changes with the coming of autumn; I pay no attention to the geese that have left Hengyang.
The sound from all sides rang up.
Among the thousands of mountains,
Long smoke, setting sun, and closed lonely city.
A cup of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, but Yan Ranwei has nothing to do.
The Qiang tube is full of frost.
People can't sleep,
The general's hair is white and the soldiers are crying...!"
"The general's white hair...soldier's tears!"
"Conquer, the tears of a soldier!"
After he finished singing, he suddenly sighed: "Ah..."
"What do you want to win the first prize in literature?"
"From trash to genius... How great would it be if you became a genius in martial arts?"
"Wenkui... is just shit!"
After some complaints, Lao Yu sat up from the recliner, took out a fire starter from his arms, blew it, and lit the small stove on the small table.
Then he slowly picked up a wine gourd from the ground next to the recliner, poured the wine in the gourd into a small copper wine pot, and then placed the small wine pot on the small stove.
After thinking for a while, he stood up and limped into the small room.
When he came out again, he was holding a wooden plate in his hand.
There was a dish of peanuts on the plate.
The wine was at just the right temperature.
After turning off the fire, he sat on the recliner, picked up the pot, poured a glass of wine, and was about to take a sip when he saw the butler Yuan Bowen walking over with an oil-paper umbrella.
"Still drinking?"
Lao Yu drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and said with a smile:
"This is the only fun I have in this life. If I give up, what's the fun in living?"
He raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Bowen. "Drizzle with wine, would you like a drink?"
Yuan Boen immediately laughed: "When did you become so literary?"
"Your Highness asks you to go to the study."
Lao Yu poured another glass of wine and pondered for a moment: "Does the prince want to kill someone?"
"It should be... not necessarily. Even if someone wants to kill someone, you don't need to do it."
Old Yu raised his eyebrows, and the long scar on his face moved, revealing a fierce look.
He raised his hand and pointed at the city guard Ge Gang and Chang Fugui of the Chang family who were kneeling in the rain, and asked:
"What about those two?"
"The prince didn't say anything, so just kneel down."
"Does the third girl know about this?"
"This... the princess doesn't know yet."
Old Yu drank another glass of wine, then stood up, looked at the rain and stretched lazily: "Well, it's best not to let the third girl know now!"
"If she knew... a lot of people would die!"
"Go tell the prince first. I'll go see him in the study in an hour or so."
Yuan Boen was stunned: "What else do you have to do on this rainy day?"
"I'm going to the Princess's Mansion to see that son-in-law."
"……it is good!"
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County Palace.
Bai Shaoqiu always felt something was wrong while lying in bed.
Zou Kongqing’s secret ointment was applied to the left calf, and it was also wrapped with a thick bandage... There was nothing wrong with this healing method, after all, the conditions were like this. The only worry was whether the wound would get infected.
However, Zou Kongqing said that fortunately the assassin's arrow was not poisonous. If it was poisonous... his leg might be in danger.
From this it seems that the assassination was carried out in a hurry and was not well prepared.
The four assassins are all dead, so finding the mastermind behind this can only be left to the palace.
I'm really fine.
But I can't let Qing'er go to Chunman Cottage to bring the manuscript of "A Dream of Red Mansions".
When Bai Shaoqiu thought about this, he felt a little depressed.
This career... is a bit bumpy!
Mr. Fang had already written a preface to "A Dream of Red Mansions" before leaving Xiling City, and Mr. Si was probably almost done with it.
But now he was lying in the Princess's Mansion...
Uncle Fu has rented the shop and bought the three courtyards next door, but I don’t know whether he has found a suitable printing workshop.
We have to let Uncle Fu and Xiao Xi move to Baicao Garden first.
I also want to ask Brother Si to write a plaque for Baicao Garden and Sanwei Book House...
After all, he is a great scholar and a saint of calligraphy, so his handwriting is not good enough to show off!
I'll go to Zhuxi when I feel better.
Thinking of this, he simply got up from the bed.
The wound on my leg hurts to begin with. It hurts when I lie down, and it hurts when I sit.
Bai Shaoqiu carefully moved his left leg, placed both legs in front of the bed, and lowered his right leg first... This would be convenient after he bought the crutch.
The current situation is that he can't go out because he is on the second floor.
Going downstairs was a bit of a hassle.
Qing'er probably went to the kitchen to get him something to eat.
Bai Shaoqiu hopped over to the window on one leg. Just as he sat down at the desk, he was startled.
This window is open!
A face suddenly appeared in the window!
The face looks a little sallow.
What’s even more terrifying is that there is a shocking scar on this sallow face!
This face didn't seem to expect that Bai Shaoqiu, who had just been injured, would sit in front of the window!
He grinned, and then the caterpillar-like scar that started from his left forehead, crossed the bridge of his nose and reached his right jaw began to wriggle!
Bai Shaoqiu's heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment!
He leaned back suddenly and reached into his sleeve pocket, but he didn't feel the dagger!
That face has come in!
Opening his mouth, a breath of alcohol spurted out:
"Hey, you're quite strong, kid."
Upon hearing this, Bai Shaoqiu swallowed his saliva and confirmed that this was at least a human!
He slowly sat up straight, and his right hand, which was placed on the table, inadvertently moved closer to the inkstone.
He tried to put on a stiff smile:
"Who...are you?"
"Don't ask who I am..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Yu's face disappeared from the window.
In Bai Shaoqiu's shocked sight, he floated away like a wisp of smoke.
Bai Shaoqiu turned his head suddenly and the man appeared in front of the door!
He limped in.
With a "clang" sound, he pulled out a sword with a cold glow from the scabbard on his back!
Bai Shaoqiu felt a chill in his heart.
I'm going!
This princess's mansion is so damn unsafe!
The assassin ran into the house and no one noticed him!
Now that the dagger is not in his hand, this man is obviously another martial arts master!
How to do?
Am I going to be the first one to die among all the time travelers?
"senior,"
"you……"
Old Yu held the sword in his left hand and walked towards Bai Shaoqiu with a smile on his face.
I swear to God, Lao Yu just wanted to give this sword to Bai Shaoqiu!
I just want to take a look at his physique and teach him some self-defense sword techniques!
His smile was full of kindness and joy, because Bai Shaoqiu looked really like the young lady!
However, the scar on his face really didn't make him look good smiling.
His laugh is terrifying!
"Hand out."
Lao Yu wanted to take Bai Shaoqiu's pulse to see how his meridians were.
Bai Shaoqiu felt that this ferocious man was a pervert!
Wouldn’t it be nice to just finish it with one sword?
You're going to cut off your hand first?
His right hand had already touched the inkstone, and he suddenly shifted his gaze to look behind Lao Yu!
"father in law!"
Old Yu was stunned and turned around to see Bai Shaoqiu suddenly standing up!
He grabbed the inkstone, stared at the back of Lao Yu's head fiercely, and smashed it down!