Chapter 1 Throw Yourself Into His Arms
"Master, these are the three most outstanding people in the past three years. Do you think we should promote them to secret guards?"
The old steward of Fengyue Villa bowed and followed a wealthy man in white, pointing at the three young men in black kneeling outside the corridor.
The three men, all blindfolded, straightened their backs upon hearing this, clasped their hands behind their backs, and knelt upright. The assassins kneeling on either side were burly and fierce, their faces covered in flesh and scarred with hideous scars. In comparison, the assassin in the middle looked much thinner, the uncovered lower half of his face fair and handsome. If it weren't for the uniform, one would have mistaken him for a young master with two thugs.
The man in white looked at the assassin and paused for a moment, then quickly left the inner courtyard.
The old butler had been with Chen Yanheng for over a decade, and he had noticed his master's eyes light up just now. For some reason, a phrase popped up in his mind: "It's been a long time since I've seen the young master so genuinely happy." Of course, he couldn't say this casually. Pondering his master's thoughts, he said thoughtfully, "The assassins I've trained privately are all loyal to the master. If the master likes it, I'll have him serve tonight."
"The remaining two stay. As for the handsome one in the middle..."
The old housekeeper nodded, thinking that the master really took a fancy to that boy. He was about to send someone to clean that boy up and send him to the master's bed, but unexpectedly, Chen Yanheng said, "Send him to assassinate the current Taifu."
The old housekeeper: “?”
Isn’t the current Grand Tutor Shen Yanheng?
Is it inappropriate to let your own assassins assassinate your master?!
The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then horrified: "Master, An Qin is the best martial artist in recent years. I'm afraid this is..."
I will really kill you!
The assassins trained by their Fengyue Villa are feared by everyone, not to mention An Qin, who is slightly better than other assassins and has never failed so far!
The task completion rate can be said to be 10000%, and he performs excellently every time. It seems that he was born to do this job!
Although the master knows a little about martial arts, he also said that he only knows a little. I am afraid that in a one-on-one fight, he cannot even be a match for the two big guys in the yard, let alone An Qin.
That guy just doesn't look as powerful as other assassins, but he is actually a real killer with great martial arts skills, cold-blooded and stubborn.
He would really secretly bring back Shen Yanheng's head to report to his superiors!
"That's true." Chen Yanheng nodded, went back to his room to get the jade pendant of the owner of Fengyue Villa, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This way, everything will be safe."
Carry the token with you to avoid being stabbed to death.
The old housekeeper: “……?” Did the owner of the manor get kicked in the head by a donkey?
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At the foot of Fengyue Villa, there is a simple village consisting of assassins and their families.
An Xiner saw her brother coming back with a dejected face from afar, and she knew that her brother was not selected this time.
"Brother, don't be discouraged. You will definitely be selected next year!" An Xiner patted her brother's shoulder and cheered him up.
"Yeah." An Qin nodded dejectedly. Seeing his sister's smile, he couldn't help but think of that snowy night ten years ago.
He was only eight years old and he and An Xin'er were freezing to death. The thugs hired by the brothel kicked him away and roughly dragged his sister's hair away. He kowtowed until his head was bleeding, but he didn't get any mercy at all. In the end, he chased after those people and bit them like a dog, but was beaten half to death... That night, the carriage of Fengyue Villa passed by, dispersed the gangsters, and brought the two dying people back to the villa. They not only treated their injuries, but also arranged accommodation for them and taught them how to read and write.
If it weren't for the owner of the manor saving his life, he and An Xiner would have died in the winter ten years ago, and would not have been able to sit together and talk in peace today.
Although being an assassin is a job that puts your head on the line, it is the only chance for one in Fengyue Villa to stay by the owner's side.
This was An Qin's own choice.
His parents left him nothing, but they gave him a talent in martial arts. For ten years, An Qin practiced martial arts desperately, took assassination orders, and constantly surpassed his predecessors, all for the sake of being noticed by the owner of the manor one day, being protected by him, and repaying him for saving his life.
But two companions who were not as strong as him were left behind by the owner of the manor to serve as personal guards, while he was driven back. An Qin really couldn't understand why.
Is the owner of the manor... blind?
“…”
An Qin pursed his lips into a straight line. The disappointment of being eliminated was magnified infinitely at this moment. It would be a lie to say that he was not sad. However, he could not just rush up the mountain to question his master. He had to carefully recall the difference between himself and his two companions.
A flash of inspiration struck him, and he pulled out the dagger hidden in his boot.
An Xiner cried out in shock as the cold light refracted, and quickly grasped his brother's hand, saving his handsome face with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. "Ah! Brother, there's no need to commit suicide to show your resolve even if you weren't chosen!"
"It's not suicide, it must be a problem with this face." An Qin said firmly with a firm look in his eyes.
The two companions who were chosen had scars on their faces and necks and were stronger. In comparison, the injuries hidden on his body could not be seen directly by the owner of the manor. His thin body might have caused the owner of the manor to misunderstand that he was not qualified to be a secret guard.
Judging from the footsteps of the owner of the manor, he should be a young man under 30 years old. The secret guard also needs to show up occasionally. Although he doesn't know what the owner of the manor looks like, how can he overshadow his master?
Yes, that's it.
An Qin knew that he was good-looking. His face was the key to his success in every disguised assassination attempt. After all, who could associate a handsome young man with delicate skin with a vicious assassin who lived on the edge of a knife?
Compared to staying with the owner of the manor, his body is just an external thing. He can give everything for the owner of the manor!
An Qin held his sister's hands with one hand, and quickly turned the tip of the knife to slash towards his own face.
It only takes two cuts from his left eye to his right jaw to leave a scar that cannot be ignored, which can neutralize the handsomeness of his face. He calculated very well and he will definitely be chosen by the owner of the manor next time!
Just as the dagger was about to fall, an old voice came out like a kite with a broken string, its voice breaking with anxiety: "Wait—wait!"
It was Chen Gui, the old steward of Fengyue Villa. An Qin suddenly stopped, his silent eyes suddenly lit up, and he let go of An Xiner.
Could it be that the owner of the manor has changed his mind and wants to ask him to go up the mountain?
"An Qin, what are you doing?" Shen Gui asked in a trembling voice.
One or two of the people today are both sick!
The master fell ill and ordered his assassin to kill him, and the assassin practiced the art of self-mutilation.
How come when he woke up the whole world was crazy!
An Qin pursed his lips, put the dagger on his back, and lowered his head obediently, like a big dog that had made a mistake and was caught on the spot.
Chen Gui took two deep breaths and said, "I came here to tell you that the higher-ups are asking you to assassinate the current Grand Tutors Shen and Shen Yanheng..."
The above is the order given by the owner of the manor himself, which shows that this task is very important.
An Qin nodded: "I will leave tomorrow."
"There's no need to be so hasty." Chen Gui choked, his eyelids twitching fiercely. Afraid that he would really kill his master, he hinted, "Well, there's no deadline for this order, just take your time. After all, the Grand Tutor is one of the Three Dukes, so he's involved in a lot of things. Think about it carefully. When the time comes, the owner of the manor will reward you handsomely, understand?"
Chen Gui winked at An Qin: Young man, do you understand?
Shen Yanheng refused to reveal his true identity. Although Shen Gui felt sorry for An Qin, he could not stab his master in the back.
After the previous owner died, the current master became a complete psychopath. As a patient, they, as subordinates, just had to put up with it.
Anyway, the master will not kill An Qin. It is better to be deceived by him than to carry out other assassination missions and lick blood on the edge of a knife.
Now I just hope that this silly boy can be more sensible and not let Fengyue Villa really change hands.
An Qin nodded, thinking that the manor master's decision not to choose him today was a test. While the Grand Tutor held a high position of power, he was merely a weak official. It would be easy for him to be killed if he found the right opportunity. He would execute the task beautifully, leaving no room for future trouble. Then, he would surely remain at the manor master's side and be valued.
An Qin pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "Okay, I will set off tonight and ensure that the mission is completed perfectly."
Shen Gui: “…” That’s not necessary.
You kid is stubborn and unyielding. Fortunately, the master had the foresight to bring the jade pendant that identifies him as the owner of the manor, so that he would not have fallen into the clutches of your kid!
"You, you're on your own." This hinted at playing the lute to a deaf ear, and Chen Gui felt extremely helpless.
An Qin continued to express his determination: "It's not difficult to kill him. Please tell the owner of the manor that I will take the head of the Grand Tutor and celebrate his longevity!"
By the time you get the head of the manor owner, I'm afraid he will be dead!
Neurotic, two neurotic people!
Shen Gui stumbled and hurried away, fearing that he might catch a serious illness.
An Qin turned around, a ray of light flashed in his dark eyes, and his whole body became fierce.
The position of secret guard belongs to him!
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An Qin couldn't wait until the evening to set off, so in the afternoon he carried his luggage and called a fast horse to the Daliang Imperial City. He rode day and night without stopping, and finally entered the imperial city on the evening of the next day.
An Qin found an inn to stay in, drank a glass of water, ate two pancakes, and after filling his stomach, he prepared to rest for a while to relieve the fatigue of the journey.
The thought of being appreciated by the manor owner after completing the task made him so excited that he couldn't sleep. He simply changed into night clothes and went directly to find out the location of the Taifu Mansion.
The Grand Tutor was not in the mansion for the past two days, and An Qin was a little disappointed. Thinking about the "generous reward" from the owner of the manor after completing the task, even his patience in carrying out the task on weekdays was mostly exhausted. Except for eating and going to the toilet, he spent the rest of his time lurking around the Grand Tutor's mansion. During the day, he pretended to be a commoner and squatted nearby. At night, he climbed up to the Grand Tutor's mansion. Within two days, he knew the entire mansion well.
Knowing himself and his enemy, he was confident that he could take Chen Yanheng's head as soon as he came back!
On the evening of the third day, Grand Tutor Chen Yanheng's carriage finally drove in from the city gate in a high-profile manner.
The wind chimes rang crisply, "Ding Ding Dong" and "Ding Ding Dong", and stopped outside the vermilion-painted gate.
An Qin dressed up as an ordinary citizen and looked at the current high-ranking official from afar.
The two groups of guards raised their halberds and formed a circle on both sides of the carriage and the gate in an orderly manner, leaving a safe passage.
The servant outside the door diligently moved a stool, spread a piece of silk on his sleeve, and handed it over respectfully with his head bowed.
A slender hand as white as jade stretched out from the carriage, gently pushed aside the curtain with its fingertips, and slowly placed its hand on the servant's hand covered with silk.
The tutor came out.
He was a young man who looked to be less than 30 years old, with a face as white as jade, and an elegant, easy-going, and frail scholar-like appearance. He did not seem to have the airs of a high-ranking official. He smiled warmly at the people around who were watching the excitement, then straightened his loose and expensive white clothes embroidered with gold thread, and walked into the mansion.
An Qin was somewhat surprised at the young age of the Grand Tutor. He imprinted that face deeply in his mind and immediately returned to the inn to change into night clothes.
As night fell, a dark shadow blended into the darkness and quietly climbed up the wall of the Taifu Mansion.
Chen Yanheng had just finished his dinner and was walking back to his bedroom from the corridor to rest.
The black shadow followed silently with its back hunched on the eaves, reaching the bedroom faster than Chen Yanheng, and lying flat on the eaves in hiding.
"Everyone, go down and claim your reward." Chen Yanheng dismissed the servants from the room, closed the door, and took off his coat.
The opportunity has come.
An Qin changed his posture and, taking advantage of the rustling sound of water coming from inside, lifted up two pieces of black tiles.
The candlelight gently hit his face. His tall nose lifted up the black scarf covering his face, revealing only the young man's full forehead and sharp and cold eyebrows.
The room was filled with hot air. The man had taken off his clothes and was leaning defenselessly in the bathtub to relieve the fatigue of today's driving.
The man in the bathtub was shirtless, revealing his smooth lines and thick chest. The surface of the water was covered with flower petals, and it stopped abruptly after reaching his clearly defined abdomen and sinking into the flower petals.
An Qin frowned as he looked at his slightly muscular arms resting on the edge of the bucket - they were a pair of very powerful arms, the kind that only someone who had practiced martial arts for many years could have.
The Taifu's stature was somewhat different from what he saw during the day. After taking off his clothes, his body did not look like that of a civil servant who only knew how to read books of sages.
I think he deliberately wore oversized clothes during the day to hide his physique after training in martial arts, creating a frail appearance to ease people's vigilance.
This tutor is indeed not simple, fortunately he was well prepared.
An Qin became alert, reached down, took out a cigarette from his boot, and blew it down.
The person in the bathtub soon felt tired, yawned lazily twice, stood up and went behind the screen to get dressed.
This screen could only block the view inside the room, but the sky above was empty. Chen Yanheng had not put on any clothes when he came out of the bathtub, and his naked appearance was completely exposed to the eyes of the assassin on the roof.
An Qin held on to the tiles tightly and stared at him closely, fearing that he might be hiding some hidden weapons while sleeping.
The person in the room slowly wiped the water off his body, and then put on a thin inner garment that could not hide anything. Perhaps he felt that the room was a little stuffy, so he did not rush to tie the belt, but calmly slipped on the heavy luggage and opened the window.
After a long time, the person in the room finally closed his clothes, blew out the candle, and got on the couch.
An Qin waited for a long time, and only when the atmosphere in the house calmed down did he quietly climb up the wall and nimbly climb in through the wide-open window.
Landing softly on the ground, An Qin walked cautiously to the bed, opened the bed curtain with one hand, and pinched the bed with the other hand steadily, accurately and ruthlessly.
The death of a high-ranking official was of great importance, but it was much simpler to arrange the crime scene to make it look like he had hanged himself.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Three iron balls were shot out from the secret box at the head of the bed.
An Qin thought to himself that he had fallen into a trap and dodged quickly. Unexpectedly, the quilt was kicked away. In a flash, someone seemed to grab his wrist, knock him down, and roll into each other's arms in a hug.
"Little assassin, you are so brave."
A low, cheerful voice sounded from behind my ear, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.
An Qin was held captive by Chen Yanheng. The man's slender, fair hands skillfully drew the soft sword from An Qin's waist and tossed it aside. His hands continued to gently caress the well-trained martial artist's body, their presence glaring against the black nightgown.
"You've been spying on me for so long, are you finally willing to take action? So, do I look good?"
No wonder Mr. Shen told him to fend for himself. This Taifu is quite capable. Not only is he good at martial arts, he is also fond of men!
An Qin's face darkened. He immediately elbowed the man, broke free from his embrace, rolled twice, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and stabbed him.
Unexpectedly, three iron balls shot out from the secret box at the head of the bed. He was not paying attention for a moment and was hit on the wrist by the iron balls. The dagger was snatched away in an instant and thrown to the ground with a clang.
The man hugged his waist again, and he fell on Chen Yanheng unexpectedly. Even through the black scarf covering his face, he could smell the rich floral fragrance on his body, which was just after taking a bath. It was even more fragrant than the girls in the brothel who were covered with incense, like a peacock with its tail spread out.
Chen Yanheng held him tightly, and when he was not paying attention, he pinched his buttocks and laughed: "Throwing yourself into my arms? Your butt is really nice."
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng (heng second tone)
An Qin: I was the top assassin in the country, with no defeats. I received an order from my superior to assassinate the current imperial tutor. Unexpectedly, the target of the assassination was my superior himself, and he also wanted to have a gay relationship with me. I want to know how I deal with it. V me 3 starfish to listen to my assassination plan
Chen Yanheng: I can finally spend time with my wife every day. I’m looking forward to it~
Shen·The only normal person in Fengyue Villa·Gui: You are not happy if I am really killed
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