Chapter 828 Are you planning to steal the job from the coroner?
Listening to the sarcastic tone, Song Yanxi deliberately sniffed her nose and asked in a puzzled manner: "An Yi, do you smell anything strange?"
An Yi shook his head.
Thinking that Song Yanxi was talking about something strange about Li Zhuang's body, he leaned in to smell it, frowned, and said, "Girl, come here and smell it. There really is a strange fragrance on him."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cold gaze falling on his back, and he quickly changed his words: "I smelled it wrong, there is no smell at all."
Song Yanxi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Did I smell it wrong?"
She had only ever said something wrong and heard something wrong, but she had never heard of someone hearing something wrong.
An Yi lowered his eyes and stared at his toes, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.
It's almost as if a line of words, "Don't ask me, I know nothing," was written on his face.
It's obvious that he was coerced and it wasn't voluntary.
Song Yanxi looked at Mo Jinchuan, who looked calm and clueless beside her, and laughed out of anger.
She asked directly, "Prince, is it true that the first thing you need to do as a secret guard in Prince Jin's mansion is to learn to keep your mouth shut?"
Mo Jinchuan nodded, his black eyes filled with sincerity as he said, "Xier is really smart."
Song Yanxi's eyebrows twitched when she heard this.
Not only is he unwilling to tell her the truth, but he even goes so far as to mock her?
He is really something!
Mo Jinchuan, who was glared at by her, said that he was wronged.
For any serious secret guard who has been trained, the first thing they must learn is to keep their mouths shut.
As for An Yi and the others beside him...
They are not serious.
Stealing a glimpse of his master's annoyed look, An Yi spoke on his own initiative: "Young lady, you really misunderstood the master. A qualified secret guard should be mute."
Not to mention talking to his master like he was doing now, even if he was stabbed through the heart, he would never make any sound of pain.
Otherwise, he would become a useless child, unworthy of continuing to stay with his master.
Song Yanxi had read in some miscellaneous books that those powerful people who kept secret guards or death squads were simply raising a few human shields who could die for them at any time.
Since he is a meat shield, he naturally does not deserve to have his own thoughts.
Be smart, how can an object suddenly start talking?
The way those people select their targets is usually to put a bunch of people together to fight, leaving only the best who can survive.
In order to be the one who survives, they have to raise their butcher knives against their former companions, and become so-called weapons after killing them with blood-shot eyes.
When Song Yanxi thought about how An Yi and the others had struggled desperately in that environment, she felt even more uncomfortable.
But her silence had another meaning in An Yi's eyes.
He couldn't help but cough lightly, and said a little embarrassedly: "Miss, although my brothers and sisters are not serious secret guards.
But don't worry, we are very skilled and capable, and we will never bring shame to our master or you."
As An Yi spoke, he even raised his hand to show Song Yanxi his tendon muscles.
Mo Jinchuan glanced at him and said, "Get out."
An Yi quickly responded and walked out without stopping.
The next moment, a head popped out from behind the door and said in a muffled voice, "Master, there is indeed a strange fragrance on Li Zhuang's body."
He paused and continued, "I will take this month's salary, no, three months' salary, and guarantee that there will be no mistakes."
Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to ask him to leave, An Yi threw down some words and quickly ran away.
If you don't leave now, it won't be as simple as three months' salary.
Song Yanxi heard Jiaojiao say that her uncle An Yi was a miser.
Although he always dresses neatly and neatly every time he goes out, and his black tights cannot be underestimated, the parts that are not usually seen, such as his inner clothes and socks, are often patched up.
When she first heard this, she thought that the steward of Prince Jin's Mansion was so bold that he deceived his superiors and withheld his monthly salary.
But after listening carefully to Jiaojiao's words, I realized that it was not the case.
An Yi was originally an orphan. He was sold to an underground boxing gym by Paihuazi. He drank dirty water and ate rotten rice every day.
Not only did he not have enough to eat or sleep, but he was also pulled out every day to fight with boxers who were several times his size, just to win the smiles of those rich masters and ladies.
Half of his current skills were acquired from the beatings he received back then.
One day he finally found an opportunity and set fire to the boxing gym while the guard was drunk.
But because he was soft-hearted, he couldn't bear to see those children who had experienced the same thing as him being burned to death in there, so he let them out amid the billowing smoke.
But he didn't have time to escape and was caught up by the thugs from the boxing gym.
Just when he was being beaten and kicked by several thugs and was almost beaten to death, Mo Jinchuan, attracted by the flames rising into the sky, found him.
Jiaojiao's original words were: "Uncle An Yi said that Daddy is his hero, and he will go up and down the mountain to repay Daddy in this life."
From then on, An Yi became Mo Jinchuan's little follower.
Mo Jinchuan taught him the internal skills, and he followed him closely to protect him.
On the battlefield, any Liang army soldier who dared to approach Mo Jinchuan would be ruthlessly slapped away by An Yi.
As for the money he saved by being frugal.
Although Jiaojiao was not very good at counting, from her words, Song Yanxi roughly figured out where An Yi's money went.
If the children he helped took turns calling him dad, it would probably take several hours.
An Er, An San and the others were also picked up from various places by him and Mo Jinchuan over the years.
Those who had somewhere to go were settled nearby.
Those who could not be accommodated or whose identities were not suitable for being seen in public were kept by their side as secret guards.
To the others, An Yi is both an elder brother and a father.
I finally managed to save a little money from my teeth, and I still had to think about what to buy for them, but what I earned was not enough.
So for him, three months' salary could be said to be a huge investment.
There was no way he was joking about this.
Song Yanxi took a step forward and fanned the air with her hand, only to smell a strong smell of blood in her face.
But amidst the bloody smell, there was a faint sweet fragrance.
When she wanted to distinguish it carefully, the sweet fragrance disappeared completely in an instant.
It was as if she had just had an illusion due to fatigue.
But Song Yanxi knew clearly that it was definitely not an illusion.
She subconsciously leaned forward, wanting to get closer and smell it more carefully.
The next moment, they were pulled apart by a huge force.
Mo Jinchuan's voice, which could not be refused, rang in his ears, "Don't come near me, I'll do it."
Song Yanxi didn't quite believe in his nose.
After all, he didn't smell any different smell when he touched Li Zhuang so closely just now.
Mo Jinchuan was amused by her suspicious look. He bent down and was about to take a deep breath when he heard a familiar teasing voice from the door.
"Oh, are you two planning to steal the coroner's job?"
When Song Yanxi heard Xi Lin's voice, she was a little dazed for a moment.
They had just mentioned Doctor Xi, and he was here already?
Seeing that the two ignored him, Xi Lin laughed angrily, raised his eyebrows and said, "My dear disciple, it seems that we came back at the wrong time. No one welcomes us."
Chang Jiu tugged at his sleeve and said, "Master, the prince and princess are busy with important matters."
Upon hearing this, Xi Lin became even angrier.
He reached out and tapped Chang Jiu's forehead, frowning and asking, "Stinky boy, is Song Yanxi your master, or am I?"
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