The shop assistant smiled and nodded: "You are really hardworking." He began to lead the way, heading south: "The next store is not far away, about three miles away. Let's sit down and drink some water while we rest and look after the store."
The store clerk leaned back and asked casually, "Why didn't the male boss who came with you yesterday come today?"
It's seven seven seven.
Xianjin nodded: "He has something to do." - He went to help Manager Zhong's son buy the most fashionable enlightenment textbooks in the capital.
It's rare for people to ask for leave, so Xianjin will definitely approve it.
The store clerk nodded and led the way while chatting: "It's not easy for a girl like you to do business in the capital from Jingxian - there are only a handful of female bosses in our capital, such as Boss Zhen of Dexianglou and Miss Qi of Luoji... If you take this route..."
The store clerk smiled and changed the subject: "Did you come to the capital alone?"
Xianjin casually looked at the street vendors and the surrounding environment and shook his head: "I came here with my father."
The storekeeper's heart skipped a beat: "Your father...your father is...? Juren? Jinshi? An official who passed the imperial examination? A wealthy businessman from Southern Zhili?"
Xianjin looked at the long-sleeved people walking on the street and the food vendors who were standing every three steps, and shook his head absentmindedly: "No, he is just a freeloader."
The store clerk was stunned for a moment, then laughed flatteringly and exaggeratedly: "You are so funny and humorous!"
Zhai Dianwu quickened his pace and arrived at the destination in less than ten minutes. What came into view was a three-courtyard house in a deep alley. The courtyard was large enough, with a shop in front and a house in the back. The shop was what Xianjin wanted, with a long and wide hall and three floors. The wood of the beams and window frames was deep and elegant. Although it was located deep in the alley, this shop was the most suitable.
Xianjin walked around the house a few times and followed the shop keeper into a hiding room at the back of the shop.
"...Don't underestimate this room because it is small. It is very useful for storing dry-resistant goods and it is very convenient for repairing the shelves..." The shop clerk was still introducing the room, but his voice gradually faded away. Then there was a "clang" sound, and the wooden door of the room was closed from the outside and locked.
Xianjin raised his voice: "Brother Mao, what are you doing?"
The shopkeeper named Maoerge bowed and apologized at the door, saying with a smile: "I'm sorry! A girl from a rich family wants to plot against you, and she gave you too much! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending people! I, Maoer, am also working hard to make money. If you need me in this city in the future, just let me know. Since I'm sorry for you this time, I will help you for free!"
As he spoke, he retreated into the room until he could no longer see anyone.
Xianjin stood in front of the door with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, a figure walked out of the darkness.
His face was covered with a black cloth, but his eyes were eager to try.
Xianjin retreated calmly, his hands loosened and tightened, and he took hold of the ruby and sapphire daggers. He looked at the shadow intently and attentively: "Open the door, you may still be able to save your life."
The black shadow laughed "hehehe", and his whole body huddled up into a ball, looking thin and wretched. He was definitely not a martial artist. Instead, he looked like a street thug picked up temporarily.
"The little girl is pretty!" The black shadow rubbed his hands excitedly: "You asked me to come, I thought it was some fat girl or ugly girl! I would rather not have money for this business, but I have to do it!"
"Look, young lady! There's a really big bed in this room!"
As he said this, he reached out and rubbed Xianjin's shoulder with a smile.
The pale and weak hand just touched the golden outer shirt.
Then, two sounds of "whoosh" and "whoosh" were heard, and arrows flew out from the east and west, rhythmically piercing through the oil-paper windows. One arrow pierced the black shadow's forehead, and the other pierced the black shadow's left chest!
The arrow hit the flesh and no blood was splashed.
Xianjin looked at the black shadow expressionlessly, and his eyes suddenly widened. In just a moment, his pupils became more dilated than tofu pudding.
Stupid X.
Fortunately, it’s a big bed.
You'll soon have a very large grave.
Xianjin bent down and pulled off the black cloth covering the black shadow. He sniffed and saw that the black shadow had buck teeth, a sunken chin, and a face full of pits and dents. He was as ugly as a toad: Damn, how dare you hang out on the streets with this appearance? How dare you take this kind of job? You really deserve to die.
Xianjin calmly pulled out the dagger, tilted his head and split the lock through the crack in the door, then pushed the door open.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Qiao Hui trotting in hurriedly.
After Qiao Hui looked Xianjin up and down, he hugged Xianjin into his arms and said in a deep voice: "Shanhu is always the best in archery, and his accuracy is very good... Don't be afraid."
Xianjin was enveloped by the man's overwhelming cool pine scent. After hugging him with his backhand, he smoothed the man's back bit by bit: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm not afraid."
The first time it stung my eyes, I was a little trembling.
The second time I cut someone’s throat, I had nightmares for a few days.
This time, she didn't want to say anything except "he deserved it".
You see, even if it involves killing someone and seeing blood, it is something that happens once, twice, and three or four times, just like brothers.
Xianjin, in turn, whispered to comfort Qiao Hui: "Brother Shanhu has good aim, and the other one is also good, one hit the forehead directly, and the other pierced the heart..."
Qiao Hui frowned: "Two people? ...Two arrows?"
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