Chapter 528 Where did we meet?
"ah!"
"An assassin!"
A terrified shout came from the courtyard.
"withdraw!"
Song Chunxue was the first to jump off the wall and leave, but the people behind her fired two more arrows.
Archers were firing arrows from all four sides of the courtyard wall at the same time, enough to give that bastard Wang Can a hard time.
They attacked quickly and retreated just as fast, scattering in different directions in the blink of an eye.
Song Chunxue ran into the narrow alley and saw Xie Zheng carrying a dim lantern.
"Run quickly, there are many of them, and they are all quite skilled."
Xie Zheng immediately raised the lantern and blew it out, "Okay, I won't hold you back."
Soon, they silently ran through the narrow alleys and streets in the darkness.
After about the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, they stopped on a narrow street very close to the Xie residence.
They weren't in a hurry to go home; they wanted to rest for a while and be on guard, in case Wang Can's men were staking out the Xie residence.
Before long, the others gathered in the narrow alley.
"I will take two men to patrol around the Xie residence. If there is nothing unusual, we will return."
Xie Zheng waved his hand, "Go ahead, be careful."
"Yes, sir."
The three of them made no sound, slipping into the boundless river of darkness like fish.
Song Chunxue bent down, gripped her knees with both hands, and leaned her back against the wall to calm her rapid breathing.
She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
"Phew... what if we accidentally kill him tonight?"
A soft laugh came from the other end of the line, "Go to the funeral when someone dies. I've already mentally prepared over a dozen eulogies. Don't worry."
Hearing Xie Zheng's calm yet relaxed roguish air, Song Chunxue wondered if she had misheard.
Sure enough, people do change.
Xie Zheng in the past was well-behaved and upright, clearly a promising young man raised in a scholarly family, with integrity and unyielding spirit.
The current Xie Zheng is more worldly-wise, calm and collected, having shed his shackles.
"Then I'm relieved. But I reckon the bad seed won't be so easy to kill; he'll live a long life." Song Chunxue straightened up and leaned her head against the wall, smelling the fragrance of apricot blossoms.
She sniffed. "Hmm, the apricot blossoms are in bloom. It's a beautiful time of year. I'd like to drink apricot blossom wine."
"It's a pity that this wine is not widely available. People prefer peach blossom and pear blossom wines, and even more people drink sorghum wines, but not many people drink apricot blossom wines. Your taste is quite unique."
Xie Zheng's voice was carried by the gentle breeze, deep and pleasant.
"I don't have a particular favorite, but I really miss the Erguotou from Beijing. It's made from sorghum, a very common spirit, and it's very strong."
Song Chunxue showed her support, saying, "I'll try it when I have the chance to go to the capital."
Just then, they smelled the aroma of grilled meat skewers, a wonderful blend of various spices.
"The noodle shop next to the mosque is still open. They sell barbecue outside. Shall we go there for some barbecue and bring a bottle of wine?" Xie Zheng suggested tentatively.
"Buying meat skewers is fine, but please don't bring alcohol. They don't drink, and I don't want to get scolded."
Song Chunxue covered her face, recalling a past event.
“I remember a couple of years ago when I was out on the street, I was trying to be careful about what people said and not say the wrong thing.” She gave a dry laugh. “But when I saw someone selling lamb trotters, I casually asked how much these pig trotters cost. I saw the fly whip in the vendor’s hand and he looked like he wanted to slap me in the face.”
The guards not far away chuckled to themselves. One of the young men spoke up, his accent clearly audible.
“Auntie, we don’t drink ourselves, but we won’t interfere with other people’s drinking. You can definitely bring your own alcohol. The meat over there is clean, and it’s cheaper to eat there now.”
"Don't use the word 'pig's trotter' next time, or you'll get beaten up by a hot-tempered guy."
Song Chunxue smiled, "Definitely, definitely, I won't make a mistake next time."
At this moment, the three men who had gone out on patrol returned and said that no suspicious people had appeared in the vicinity.
They gradually adapted to the darkness, and in the narrow alley where two people could walk side by side, they could barely make out the outlines of the other side.
Lord Xie looked at her blurry face and asked, "Are you still going to eat meat?"
"I'm not eating anymore. Eating meat at night is bad for my stomach. Let's buy a pot of wine." Song Chunxue took the lead and walked out. "A couple of sips will help me sleep soundly. I'll wait for good news from the Prince's Mansion tomorrow."
"Um."
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Sanwa's official position has been determined: a sixth-rank official, Chengbubushi Siliwen.
Everyone decided to go home to pay respects to their ancestors first.
Before leaving, they decided to go to the best restaurant in Jincheng so that the family could have a proper meal together.
It was a real treat for our own people to congratulate the third child; it made our gathering all worthwhile.
Early in the morning, the eldest son's family went to play by the Yellow River. Xu Dahong kept talking about wanting to see the Yellow River. He was hardly at home during the day for the past two days, and the two children were also playing outside. Before going to bed, they were still talking about the food outside.
At noon, Sanwa suddenly rushed in from outside.
"Mother, something terrible has happened. Wang Can was almost stabbed to death last night. It is said that he was stabbed three times, but none of the holes were fatal. He lost too much blood and fell into a coma. Now the whole city is offering a reward for the assassin."
Sanwa's face showed both excitement and nervousness. He lowered his voice and asked, "Second Brother said you climbed over the wall and went out last night. When did you come back?"
Song Chunxue finished sewing up her second son's clothes, bit off the thread, and said, "He'll be back soon, it has nothing to do with me."
"I didn't tell anyone else, but that bastard is incredibly lucky. He survived three holes in his body. God is really something..."
Before he could finish saying "blind," Song Chunxue covered his mouth.
Why curse God? Wouldn't it be better to let him suffer for a couple more days?
Song Chunxue sneered, "His good luck is over. He can just wait for his karma to come for the rest of his life."
Sanwa looked at her in surprise, wanting to ask her so many questions.
Hearing his eldest son and his family come in from outside, he changed his address and said, "Mother, we're about to head to the restaurant later. Should we invite Master Xie to come along?"
"Yes, let's call him and go together. Our whole family should give him a proper thank you. He is a great benefactor to our Jiang family." As she spoke, Song Chunxue stuffed a few talismans into the brocade pouch. "Go and pack your things, and dress smartly."
Song Chunxue didn't dress too plainly today; she changed into the new clothes that Mulan had made for her, and adorned her hair with a silver hairpin and simple pearl flowers.
She specifically sought out that stonemason in Zhuanglang County to make it. He could also make beaded bracelets and drill holes in pearls, thus making hairpins.
Both daughters-in-law and daughters are present.
The second son asked for leave from the yamen and hurriedly ran back to change his clothes.
He ran into Song Chunxue's room and, suppressing his excitement, gave her a thumbs-up.
"Mom, well done! You did what I've always wanted to do but shouldn't have. That's great! Wang Can will have to stay home to recuperate for a while. I heard he fainted several times while cursing and almost didn't make it back."
Song Chunxue was not surprised. She thought that if Wang Can was calm, it would be fine, but if he harbored any ill intentions, he would immediately suffer a backlash.
In the past two years, she has not stopped learning about talismans.
It has to be said that the cultivation method her senior brother taught her was very powerful. Even she herself felt that being able to achieve this level of skill in five years had far exceeded her expectations.
"Oh, by the way, one of the constables who was with me said that his uncle was a merchant who encountered a very powerful Taoist priest. I wonder if it was Master Zhang."
Song Chunxue's expression changed, and she grabbed his arm, asking urgently, "Where did you run into him?"
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