Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "Duan Wenpei, let go!"
Xie Jin and Huang Yu smiled at each other and understood.
Others may not know, but the two of them knew that the owner behind Tianxiang Tower was Duan Wenpei.
If the Zhao family and King Yi join forces, they will definitely leave no room for maneuver.
If the first shot fails, I will try again.
In Tianxiang Tower, the break during meal time is the best time for assassination.
Xie Jin knocked on the table and called the waiter to come in and add a few more dishes.
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When the steaming dishes came into view, Nan Xu and Yin Ruizhu swallowed their saliva at the same time.
"The Shu cuisine smells delicious, but it's a bit spicy. You know what, Wei Yangbo has a pretty strong taste." Yin Ruizhu rubbed her sore calves and whispered in Nan Xu's ear.
That’s right. People are shaped by the land and water they live in. Kyoto cuisine tends to be sweet, and the locals may not be accustomed to Sichuan cuisine.
That's why Nan Xu misunderstood when she heard about Tianxiang Tower.
I think Tianxianglou is not very famous because it is located in a remote area and not many locals like to eat there.
Nan Xu rested her arms on the edge of her painted fan, propping up her face in thought, "It's not that he has strong tastes, it's that he's originally from Shu."
Yin Ruizhu paused rubbing her legs, raised her head and whispered, "Are you talking about the Zhao family?"
The rooms were fairly soundproof, and they only heard fragments of conversation.
But he heard the words "Zhao Family of Shu" and "King Yi" clearly.
After the dishes were served, the waiters were busy pouring tea and water, and the atmosphere was quiet and dull.
The sunlight cast golden fragments all over the ground, casting a halo of light on the people and objects in the house.
Nan Xu glanced at the crimson figure with her back to her and explained, "In Shu, the Zhao family was a prominent clan that followed the late emperor in the uprising. Since Xie Jin mentioned the Zhao family and even mentioned expelling them from the clan, I imagine that even if they aren't members of the Zhao family, they must have some connection to them."
When her second brother was in the Ministry of Revenue, she also heard some drunken gossip about Duan Wenpei.
It is said that he came from the countryside, lost his mother at an early age, and his biological father is unknown.
If you think about what I just said, you can naturally guess a little bit.
If Duan Wenpei was really from Shu, then the emperor's decree granting him marriage would be quite intriguing.
Yin Ruizhu took Nan Xu's arm nonchalantly, saying with a smile, "If he really has such a background, then he's barely worthy of you. Ah Xu, this trip wasn't in vain!"
Nan Xu: “…”
Is it a question of whether one is worthy or not now?
Nan Xu was speechless.
Yin Ruizhu mingles in the marketplace, but he is a carefree person.
Although the King of Wings is far away in his fiefdom, any movement of his people involves the Yong'an Marquisate.
Although her parents had never mentioned the details of her second brother's arrest in front of her, she could guess that it must be related to the political affairs of the previous dynasty.
In fact, Duan Wenpei's position is opposite to that of the Marquis' Mansion.
If she really gets married and disagreements arise, how will she deal with it?
This is much more important than mutual love and equality!
Nan Xu came from a noble family after all, so she always considered the Marquis' Mansion in her thoughts and ideas.
Thinking of Li Zhan, the instigator of the current predicament, Nan Xu bit her lower lip unconsciously to suppress the grievance and pain that was surging deep in her heart.
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Yin Ruizhu observed the person's expression and realized belatedly that what he had said was inappropriate, and was about to make amends.
Suddenly, there were several muffled sounds from the next room.
The two of them looked through the hole curiously.
The waiters who had been so respectful just now were now holding daggers in their hands, staring at Duan Wenpei and the other two with ferocious eyes.
The wing room was not big. At a glance, in addition to the waiters with murderous eyes, there were two people lying down beside the flower table. I guess the muffled sound just now came from there.
This is…
Assassin!!!
Nan Xu realized it later and was so shocked that she almost fell down.
What kind of "good luck" is this? I haven't even met the person in person yet, but I've already met the assassin.
The storybooks all say that assassins don't care about life or death. If these assassins are powerful enough and Duan Wenpei dies here, then the marriage will be called off.
As soon as this idea came to mind, it was rejected by Nan Xu.
Not to mention that the imperial edict has been issued. Unless Duan Wenpei personally persuades the emperor to withdraw the edict, even if he dies, as long as the emperor wants, she, Nan Xu, may not be able to become a widow in mourning.
Furthermore, with Duan Wenpei's rumored abilities and methods, could a few assassins really do anything to him?
Soon, the conjecture was confirmed.
The assassins came with great force, but they didn't expect that Huang Yu and Xie Jin, who looked harmless, were also martial artists.
Not only was he unable to capture them as bargaining chips, he also easily blocked the fatal attack aimed at Duan Wenpei.
After their first move failed, the remaining assassins exchanged glances, stopped fighting with Xie Jin and Huang Yu, and went straight for Duan Wenpei's face.
Murderous intent was everywhere, and teacups and dishes were overturned. In Nan Xu's wide-open eyes, the crimson figure drew a graceful arc in the air. With a flip of his wrist, the assassin who was about to get close was knocked down by the chopsticks in his hand in the blink of an eye.
Blood gushed out, splashing on the official robes and soon disappeared.
The outcome was decided, and Nan Xu also saw his true face.
If Li Zhan is the warm spring water, then Duan Wenpei is the cold ice on the frontier.
Deep-set brows and eyes gazed indifferently at the world, as still and quiet as a pond where red petals quietly fell. Beneath a high nose bridge were thin, rosy lips, and an Adam's apple that undulated like a mountain...
Nan Xu stared in a trance until someone called her, then she blinked and came back to her senses.
Turning around, she met Yin Ruizhu's puzzled look, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? There's an assassin!
Yin Ruizhu said anxiously, "We can't stay here any longer. Swords have no eyes, and we can't figure out Wei Yangbo's temperament. If we're not careful, we'll become the fish in the pond that suffers. Look at what he did just now, how ruthless. Let's leave here first and find another opportunity to meet him."
What she said makes sense.
The girls had never seen such a scene before, and the surprise brought by the beauty was fleeting. The two of them did not hesitate any longer, helped each other get off the stool, and went straight to the door.
As the door approached, a series of loud shouts erupted, followed by something exploding against the wall. The world shook. Fortunately, Nan Xu and the others managed to hold onto the nearby pillars and avoid falling. Amidst the billowing smoke, a large hole could be vaguely seen in the wall between the rooms.
"It's a thunderbolt!" a voice roared.
Nan Xu was surprised.
Someone was actually using the thunder bomb from the armory right under the emperor's feet?
Before she could think about it, she heard a few coughs and curses in the thick smoke, and the sound came from where she and the other two were.
Nan Xu's heart tightened, and he retreated repeatedly while holding Yin Ruizhu.
Just a few more steps and you'll be out of trouble. There are a lot of people outside, so even if you run into something, you can hide and call for help in time...
"Girl, where are you?"
"Yuming, did you hear the girl's voice? There was such a big commotion just now, I hope nothing happens to the girl, wuwu..."
Yuxiang's intermittent sobbing came from behind him, and the sound was briefly silenced in the depths of the thick smoke.
Nan Xu felt something was wrong.
Sure enough, the smoke gradually dissipated, and a cold light suddenly appeared, pointing directly at her and Yin Ruizhu.
Without having time to think about whether it was an assassin or Duan Wenpei and his companions, Nan Xu gritted his teeth, raised his sleeves, aimed at the hazy figure in front of him, and pulled the trigger of the crossbow.
In the blurred vision, another figure quickly approached and then overlapped with the cold light.
"Puchi!" It was the muffled sound of a crossbow arrow piercing the flesh, accompanied by a magnetic groaning sound.
Nanxu's scalp felt numb.
Was this a shot?
In the past, she had only practiced archery at targets, but had never shot at a living creature.
Besides, her archery skills were not very good and she could never aim accurately. She had brought the horn crossbow with her just in case.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and Nan Xu realized that her palms were full of sweat.
She won't kill anyone, will she?
When the smoke cleared and the world became clear again, Nan Xu's heart, which had been lifted up, also sank rapidly.
"Ah Xu, are you okay? Ah Xu!"
"Miss, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere? Yuxiang, help me sit down!"
The voices of Yin Ruizhu and the two maids were heard in her ears. Nan Xu felt as if she was in the clouds. They were close to her yet very far away.
She wanted to escape, but the pair of cold eyes in front of her pinned her to the spot.
The crossbow arrow seems to have missed the target...
She twitched the corners of her mouth, the crimson in her sight was pierced by the sharp weapon, and her shoulders were dyed a terrifying dark red.
The tail of the arrow swayed slightly.
The person she shot was her fiancé, Duan Wenpei, whom she had just met!!!
There was a storm in the man's dark pupils. He still stood tall and straight, but his face was stern and contained a murderous aura. Every time he took a step forward, Nan Xu took a step back.
Until there is no more room to retreat.
Under the pressure, Nan Xu managed to maintain the composure of a girl from an aristocratic family. "Master, this was absolutely not my intention. I wanted to shoot the assassin, but who would have thought it would be you..."
"Ah! Let go! Duan Wenpei, you...let go!"
Before she could finish her words, she was tightly pinched by a pair of hands with distinct knuckles.
Her fair face flushed red, and Nan Xu had to pat her arms in front of her to catch her breath.
The guilt I felt before has long since disappeared without a trace.
The sister-in-law was talking about a polite person. How could a polite person just come up and choke someone without any reason?
The tail of the arrow swayed slightly with his movements. Nan Xu looked at his slightly frowned brows and felt that it was not enough. Every arrow she shot at him was a light one. Without thinking, she grabbed his wrist and bit down on the tiger's mouth with all her strength.
She, Nan Xu, had never been bullied like this since she was a child, and had never suffered such injustice!
Who is afraid of whom if he has the surname Duan?
There was a stinging pain in the base of my thumb, as if I had been bitten by a kitten.
If I heard correctly, she just called my name.
Are all female assassins nowadays so arrogant? I really don't know what's going on.
Duan Wenpei glanced indifferently at the blood-stained corner of Nan Xu's mouth, and his palms gradually tightened.
Looking at the two people who refused to let each other go, Yin Ruizhu finally came to her senses; crossbows, assassins, and arranged marriages, this wasn't a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple, it was all a misunderstanding!
She grabbed Duan Wenpei's arm and shouted, "Wei Yangbo, let go! This is Ah Xu, Nan Xu from the Yong'an Marquis's Mansion, the wife bestowed by His Majesty! She's not an assassin. Let go! If you don't, Ah Xu will die! Are you trying to murder your own fiancée?"
The last sentence was almost shouted.
The title of fiancée was too unfamiliar and too resounding. Even someone as quiet as Duan Wenpei was stunned for a moment.
Xie Jin's words suddenly echoed in his ears.
The second young lady of the Yong'an Marquis Mansion is a famous beauty in Kyoto!
Duan Wenpei loosened his grip a little.
He stared at the face of the person in his arms. She was as beautiful as peaches and plums, and as bright as stars. A few strands of hair that were scattered on her temples due to her anger and struggle gently scratched the back of his hand, causing a slight tingling sensation.
She is indeed a rare beauty.
It turned out that this was the wife given to him by the emperor.
Duan Wenpei lowered his eyes, and wiped the blood from her lips with his fingertips. His tone was slightly cold, "Do I look like an assassin?"
Nan Xu curled her lips, wanting to say that you are more dangerous than the assassin. After all, your life is in his hands. As the courage that she had just aroused dissipated, she became much more sober.
She shook her neck, pointed at an assassin lying in the front, and raised the horn crossbow hidden in her sleeve in front of Duan Wenpei, forcing a smile uglier than crying, "No, my lord, you misunderstood. The smoke was too thick just now, and the assassin was too close to you. I was afraid that he would do something bad to you, so I happened to take the horn crossbow awarded to me by the late emperor with me. I thought that with the royal blessing, even if I couldn't shoot, I could still deter the villains. Who would have thought..." She glanced at the blood that had already solidified on his shoulder, the meaning was self-evident.
If you want to talk about it, you can only blame your bad luck.
Duan Wenpei lifted his eyelids to look at the crossbow. It was indeed a work of art made in China. He had heard that the late emperor doted on the imperial concubine during his lifetime, so it was not uncommon for him to give a self-defense weapon to her favorite youngster. He sneered, "You are quite clever, taking a chicken feather as a token of authority."
His voice was a little soft, and Nan Xu didn't hear it clearly, so she asked, "What did you say?"
Duan Wenpei had already let go of his hand and turned around to instruct Liu Hui and Yu Rong who had come in to deal with the aftermath. The noise just now was too loud and might have alarmed the Jingzhao Yin and the Five Cities Army. Duan Wenpei asked Yu Rong to take the remaining survivors away first, while he sat in the armchair against the wall with a gloomy face and closed his eyes to rest.
The imperially crafted horn crossbow is exquisite in appearance, and the crossbow arrows also hold a secret. It looks ordinary, but as long as it pierces the skin and flesh, the barbs will extend and strangle the flesh.
No matter how patient he was, he was still a human being of flesh and blood. In the dim light leaning against the wall, Duan Wenpei's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
After this incident, the rumored cold-hearted person became more concrete.
Nan Xu stroked her neck and moved away from him with the help of Yin Ruizhu and the maid.
"Master, let's go to the clinic first." Liu Hui had just come out of the joy of seeing his future mistress when he saw Duan Wenpei's lips tightly pursed and his knuckles white. Worried, he hurriedly comforted him.
Huang Yu and the other two who thought Nan Xu was a female assassin stopped watching the fun after Yin Ruizhu revealed Nan Xu's identity and started to care about their friend.
Xie Jin observed the wound twice, his peach blossom eyes filled with caution. "Huaizhou, I'll have someone go to the Imperial Hospital to find a doctor who specializes in arrow wounds to take a look at you. This arrow can't be left in for too long. It needs to be pulled out as soon as possible."
Huang Yu nodded in agreement, "I have the Huang family's ancestral aconite ointment, specially made to treat arrow wounds. I'll have someone bring some over."
There was another round of busy work, but Duan Wenpei still sat steadily without even raising his eyelids.
What a torturous way of behaving! Nan Xu snorted coldly and looked around in the bronze mirror brought by the maid.
The red mark on her snow-white and delicate neck is particularly conspicuous. How can she face people like this?
Yin Ruizhu brought the tea to her lips and fed her to drink. Fang said worriedly, "A Xu, please say something."
Nan Xu opened her mouth as she was told, her voice hoarse and unpleasant.
Yu Ming and Yu Xiang's eyes instantly turned red. They had only come out to meet someone, so how could they end up like this? They looked at Duan Wenpei with unfriendly eyes.
Yuxiang was a straightforward person. He stepped forward, pointed at Duan Wenpei and said in dissatisfaction as if protecting his child, "I still call you uncle in front of the young lady. What other uncle is like you? The young lady said she didn't mean it, and you still had the heart to do that to her!"
Yu Ming was startled by her behavior and quickly stood up to stop her from talking.
After all, he is the uncle. If you offend him, the girl will suffer in the future.
Yin Ruizhu had been holding back her anger for a long time, and she wasn't afraid of anyone. She covered Nan Xu's neck with a handkerchief and said sarcastically, "It's Wei Yangbo, the powerful official. He's seen so many assassins that everyone looks like one!"
It felt a bit awkward to hear these words coming from Yin Ruizhu, who was dressed as a man. Huang Yu, who was helping to treat Duan Wenpei's wound, looked at her twice.
With someone backing her up, Nan Xu ignored her injuries and proudly puffed out her chest, agreeing in a hoarse voice, "That's right! I'm not as discerning as Jinqiu!"
She spoke softly, but someone had excellent hearing.
"Noisy!"
Someone sneered in an impatient tone.
Nanxu: ...
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After the third cup of water, the people from Jingzhao Yin and Wucheng Bingmasi also arrived.
Jingzhao Yin Cheng Guang is Li Zhan's uncle, so it would be awkward if they met.
Nan Xu stood up and said goodbye to Duan Wenpei, and without caring about his reaction, she turned around and was about to leave.
As for the purpose of this trip, it has long been forgotten.
A group of people rushed in from outside the door.
Nan Xu dodged and moved sideways, when he seemed to see a familiar figure.
She heard a warm voice calling her.
"Ah, Miss Nan, what's wrong with your neck?"
Nan Xu paused slightly, his thoughts stagnating for a moment.
The strength that I had just maintained finally collapsed at this moment.
Her eyes were red.
If it were usual, someone would have protected her firmly...
There were shadowy figures around. Nan Xu suppressed the soreness and passed by Li Zhan without looking back.
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