Chapter 3 It's You, My Darling
An Qin was on pins and needles, his face stern, his voice low and harsh, as if he wanted to eat him alive: "You bastard, I'm here to take your head!"
Chen Yanheng nodded and let him talk, focusing on his own feelings. "Just the head? My body is much more valuable than just a head. Do you want it?"
Who wants his body? It's so shameless!
How on earth could the current emperor allow this despicable villain to teach the royal family without worrying about corrupting the good seedlings!
An Qin's blood boiled. Being held and teased, he wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but then he felt that someone else deserved to die, so he shouted angrily, "Let me go!"
"Letting you go will allow you to kill me again? You are so heartless. You always kill me. It's a shame that I am lucky and have a good life. Otherwise, I would have been killed by your sword long ago."
In order to prevent the person on his legs from breaking free, Chen Yanheng could only hold An Qin's hands tightly, and the places he could touch were limited to his hands, shoulders and chest. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
It would be nice if I could take off this annoying dress.
His little assassin must be white and handsome.
Seeing him teasing her left and right, An Qin shut his mouth in shame and anger, not wanting to talk to the shameless bastard anymore.
Since he chose to be an assassin, he has already disregarded life and death. Today he was careless. He will accept being killed or cut into pieces. If he makes a sound, he will not be the assassin of Fengyue Villa!
Chen Yanheng had only thought about taking advantage of others all the way, but he had been fooled not long ago. The assassin was quiet and must be up to something. If he took advantage of someone, he would have to worry about his life all the time. It was really unsatisfactory.
"If you give me a kiss, I'll let you go, how about that?" Shen Yanheng weighed the young man in his arms and pinched his fingertips.
An Qin quickly retracted his fingers into a fist, pursed his lips and did not answer.
This deal sounded like a sure win, but An Qin had the experience of a previous failed assassination attempt, and he thought to himself that this scoundrel wouldn't be so kind.
After the kiss, there will surely be even greater humiliation waiting for him.
Last time he was able to escape because he seized the opportunity. Who in this world would voluntarily let the assassin who was trying to assassinate him go away?
An Qin pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing, turning a deaf ear to everything, and would rather break than bend. Chen Yanheng thought that maybe he was frightened the night before, so he ignored An Qin's opinion and tilted his head to kiss him on the ear.
The place that was kissed felt hot, numb and itchy, which was a completely different feeling from being stabbed by a sword. The unfamiliar touch made An Qin's scalp numb.
Chen Yanheng let go of him, took the opportunity to pinch the young man's thin chin, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Chen Yanheng smacked his lips, savoring the taste, and teased softly, "So soft, you knew I wanted to kiss you, so you greased it up. Playing hard to get, right?"
An Qin's eyes widened, he stood up suddenly, and retreated step by step as if he had seen the plague, with murderous intent on his face. He had never seen such a shameless person!
But he really wanted to let me go?
An Qin's expression was complicated, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down, fearing that he would be caught and molested again.
The carriage had already arrived at the Grand Tutor's Mansion, and a low stool was placed at the footrest. However, without the master's order, no one dared to be curious about the movements inside the carriage, let alone urge anyone in a low voice. They just lowered their heads and waited quietly.
Chen Yanheng touched his lips with an unsatisfied look, smiled, and turned to get out of the car.
A strong wind suddenly blew from behind, and the assassin who had just escaped from the shackles took out a brand new dagger from somewhere and stabbed it straight at the back of Shen Yanheng's neck.
Chen Yanheng was startled and opened his fan with a "swish" to block the fatal move. The cold dagger passed across his neck, cutting off two strands of hair.
The world's number one assassin, his reputation is well-deserved.
Fortunately, he is his man.
If Chen Yanheng had not studied hard for three days at Fengyue Villa to understand An Qin's assassination habits and attack patterns before returning to the imperial city, he would have been in trouble.
"You have no conscience. It's fine if you don't pledge your love to me, but why do you repay kindness with hatred?"
Chen Yanheng calmed his expression, opened the fan that was split in half, looked at it, snorted and chuckled, looking at him meaningfully, "Yes, it's my fault. I was so deeply in love with you that I almost forgot that you are a heartless little assassin~"
Every time Chen Yanheng said the three words "little assassin", he said them very slowly and seductively, as if he was calling out "little darling".
An Qin didn't expect that he could escape from his hands again and again, and he couldn't help but become more serious. This despicable guy must have some skills to dare to be so unscrupulous!
But next time, he will definitely not fail again!
An Qin stared at him darkly, opened the rear window of the car, turned over and disappeared into the crowd.
As soon as the person left, Chen Yanheng could no longer maintain his composure. The fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". His wrist shook uncontrollably twice and he took a breath of cold air.
Tsk, how ruthless.
He twisted his injured wrist, and his affectionate eyes darkened. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he smiled again, straightened his clothes, and got off the carriage with the help of the servant as if nothing had happened.
There's no such thing as a third time. Next time, he won't let him go so easily.
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An Qin changed inns overnight to prevent the lecherous tutor from sending people to search for him.
The two consecutive failures ended in assassination. An Qin had never suffered such a defeat in his assassination career. He learned deeply from the experience of the two failures and stuffed poisons, drugs and hidden weapons into his boots and underwear pockets.
Then he went to buy two rouges and spent a lot of money to hire someone to make two beards for him overnight.
The tutor was lustful and kept pestering him, so he dressed up as a yaksha and went to her house again.
After two fights, he already had a deep understanding of the Grand Tutor's Kung Fu. As long as the opponent didn't use those despicable tricks and fought head-on, that despicable villain would never be his opponent.
Taking the head of the Grand Tutor is still as easy as pie!
At night, An Qin continued to hide in the darkness and keep watch—still wearing two pairs of trousers. During the day, he would hide at the street corners, keeping an eye on what was going on in the Taifu Mansion.
But for several days in a row, Chen Yanheng did not go out.
The guards within the Grand Tutor's residence were reinforced, and a head-on confrontation was completely unsuccessful. After the initial assassination attempt failed, the servants within the residence were all replaced with teenage boys and girls, or burly men and elderly women. An Qin didn't even have a chance to knock out the servants and sneak in to assassinate his target.
There is no way to start, and I can only wait and see.
Finally, at dusk one day, there was movement in the Taifu Mansion.
An Qin was quietly climbing up the wall in his nightgown when he heard the sound of two people talking in the yard.
"Sir, Eunuch Li just sent word that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has left the palace to pray, and the Third Princess is unwell. You will not need to come into the palace to teach for the next few days."
"That's quite relaxing." The man said elegantly, "Li Yu, go to Nanfeng Tower and find a few young men. The mansion hasn't been bustling for a while."
"Yes, I'll go right away."
The butler named Li Yu responded and withdrew, going to the stable in the backyard to prepare the carriage.
A xiaoguan is a male prostitute.
According to Daliang law, any official caught visiting prostitutes would be caned 60 times and have their salary reduced by 10%. However, before the new emperor ascended the throne, men who sold their bodies as prostitutes were not considered prostitutes, and keeping male concubines gradually became popular among the nobility. When the new emperor ascended the throne, he banned this extravagant and promiscuous trend, and keeping male concubines was also considered a crime of visiting prostitutes. This was curbed in public, but it continued to be prevalent in private.
This Nanfeng Tower is the largest brothel in the imperial city today. On the surface, it only provides singing and dancing performances that sell art but not bodies. In reality, once you pay the money and pull the girls into the room, no one knows whether you are having an affair or not. It is just tacitly known by everyone.
This Taifu is truly a shameless, lecherous homosexual!
An Qin cursed inwardly, wiped his mouth angrily after being molested by the man twice, glanced at the three spacious carriages, stepped down from the wall, and went to Nanfeng Tower.
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Although the night was still dark, the Nanfeng Tower was already brightly lit and bustling with people. High-ranking officials walked through the secret passage in the backyard, where there was laughter and joy.
The second floor is a private room, specially for guests to stay overnight, and sweet laughter can be heard from time to time.
"Ah, sir, please be gentle~"
"Slow down, slow down, I can't take it anymore~"
"You little slut, you say no with your mouth, but your body is very honest, so bear with it carefully!"
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An Qin climbed onto the roof and lifted the tiles of Nanfeng Tower, and was then nauseated by the conversation coming from inside the house.
A young man, fully dressed except for his belt, was pressing down on a man, lifting up his long, thin legs, and changing several positions while talking.
Fengyue Villa wouldn't be idle teaching assassins about love. An Qin's knowledge of the narrow world of love and romance came entirely from accidental overhearing and eavesdropping during missions over the years. As for the homosexual, he had never encountered an assassination target who was attracted to men, so he had no idea that two men could actually go to Wushan together like a man and a woman.
It turned out that he went through the back door, and that place wasn't too dirty.
An Qin saw the two people in the room, covered the tiles back, and quietly moved to another room.
The waiter in this room was also doing it, but unlike the one in the room just now where they were hugging each other tenderly and softly, the waiter in this room was tied to a rack, and the patron was whipping him with a whip, leaving dense blood marks on his body.
"Ah!" With a shrill scream, the whip fell right on him. He trembled, and his pale little face was full of satisfaction and delight.
Being a homosexual is indeed against the will of heaven, and it is beyond the comprehension of a mortal like him!
An Qin felt like he was struck by lightning, his pupils trembled, and his lower body felt a pain in his testicles. He quickly changed rooms.
The young waiter in this room was finally alone. Perhaps because his figure was not as thin and fair as the previous two, he was not liked by his patrons. He sighed in front of the mirror.
But this body shape is particularly suitable for Anqin's disguise.
An Qin immediately made up his mind. He glanced at the unmarked carriages sent by the Taifu Mansion not far away, took out a smokescreen, and knocked down the waiter in the house in an instant.
Sure enough, this is the correct reaction to inhaling the Five Breath Powder.
After lifting three green tiles, he jumped into the house on tiptoe and landed steadily on the ground.
After looking around and hiding the person under the bed, An Qin rummaged through the closet, was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the most inconspicuous red gown without hesitation and began to take off his nightgown and put it on.
But he still underestimated the immorality of the brothel supplies. This ordinary-looking long gown was loose on his body, the collar had been altered to open to his belly button, and the hem was cut open on both sides, exposing his legs when he walked.
I searched through the young man's closet and couldn't find even a decent pair of pants.
It's really... extremely obscene!
An Qin glanced at his cold crotch, and with an expressionless face, he took out the pants he had taken off from his nightgown and put them on.
He had been stabbed in the abdomen, and there was a centipede-like scar the length of a palm running from his left waist to his belly button. It was impossible to cover it with the tattered clothes, so he opened his bundle and covered it with the pigskin he had prepared in advance. Then he sat down in front of the waiter's dressing table and covered the pigskin with rouge.
The same goes for the face. The simplest disguise is to put on makeup so that even your own mother can't recognize you. The advanced disguise is to change the bone structure.
An Qin's face was handsome, regular, and cold, and he didn't look like a good material for being a waiter. He shaved his sharp eyebrows flat, used a special paste to pinch his narrow and long phoenix eyes into exaggerated round double eyelids, and pinched two pieces of skin-colored soft films to pad his jawline. The originally smooth face suddenly became round, and his eyes changed from narrow and long phoenix eyes to round eyes.
She painted her face pale, then applied rouge, creating a charming look. She then blurred the lumpy muscles on her abdomen, creating a slender, soft belly like the two prostitutes next door...
An Qin looked at himself in the mirror carefully, making sure that even his younger sister An Xiner wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Keeping his beard and bright red rouge for future use, he hid them in his wide sleeves. An Qin listened to the noise outside before opening the door and walking out.
Li Yuzheng, the steward of the Taifu Mansion, called out the troops and called out the assassin who had just come out: "You, you, and you, you, the four of you, follow me."
"Yes." An Qin imitated the other three young men, bowed, put on a veil, and followed the team.
They entered the Taifu Mansion through a side door. The four of them had their eyes covered and were supported by servants to walk.
An Qin was already familiar with the layout of the Grand Tutor's Mansion. He guessed that the place the servants were taking them to was the garden, and he breathed a sigh of relief that his disguise had not been discovered.
The fragrance of flowers fills the air and the sound of music fills the air.
The sash and veil from her eyes were removed.
At some point, the garden of the Taifu Mansion had received many brightly colored flowers that had not yet bloomed when the young waiter came. There were flowers from all seasons, all vying for beauty.
The music played by the musicians was harmonious and seemed to be telling a sentimental story of love between a man and a woman.
Chen Yanheng closed his eyes and leaned quietly on the chaise longue, his face as white as jade, a few peach-colored petals falling on his crescent-shaped robe, and his fan tapped to the rhythm of the music, as if he was a banished immortal from heaven who had strayed into a bush of flowers.
An Qin lowered his head and followed the waiters into the table. The handsome man sitting at the upper seat suddenly opened his eyes with a smile and stood up.
The young prostitutes held their breath and waited shyly, allowing the men to choose them.
Chen Yanheng's gaze swept over them one by one until it landed on the delicate oval face whose true features could no longer be seen due to the disguise, and the corners of his lips curled up.
His little assassin even learned the art of disguise quite well.
Fortunately, the entire Fengyue Villa belongs to him. His things have a quiet and light fragrance that cannot be covered by any other strong fragrance. How could he not recognize it?
After recognizing the person he wanted to see, Shen Yanheng put his folding fan behind his waist and slowly walked past the three waiters.
An Qin held his breath and looked extremely nervous.
Chen Yanheng walked around to An Qin and stopped, then suddenly leaned over and picked him up, whispering softly, "It's you, my sweetheart~"
Lifting the person up in his arms, Chen Yanheng chuckled with joy, strode over the flowers, and walked quickly towards the dormitory with him in his arms.
The assassin froze, suddenly remembering his disguise. He put his arms around the man's neck, lowered his head, buried it in his chest, and said in a soft voice, "Hmm~"
【Author’s words】
An Qin: My fist is hard
Chen Yanheng whistled: Hmm? Hard? Where is it hard?
Baby Qinqin is so patient that he will succeed in everything he does!
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