Chapter 6 It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
The Qingming Festival is the beginning of late spring.
The moon is like a bright mirror, shining with silvery light. In the courtyard of Xiaohun Inn, the green willows hang down, and the shadows are like algae.
Xue Ling looked at the full moon outside the window, counted the time, and sighed: "The Qingming Festival is here." It
rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, but there was no rain tonight, but Xue Ling's heart was particularly chaotic.
She couldn't sleep no matter what, so she could only get up, put on her clothes and shoes, and walked out of the room - similar to Fang Bie, her room was also a clean side room, less than one foot in size, and could only accommodate one bed. Adding tables and chairs makes it difficult to put down other luggage, and it is difficult to find a place to dress up.
Fortunately, she doesn't need to dress up much now.
Wearing moon-white hemp shoes and walking to the courtyard under the moonlight, he saw Fang Bie still dressed in black, his eyes covered with cloth, holding a wooden sword in the moonlight, constantly slashing with the sword, sheathing the sword, and then The cycle of drawing out the sword repeats itself.
His sword moves were clumsy, and there was no subtlety in them. The only commendable thing about him was that he swung the sword very steadily, and every time the sword fell, the position was exactly the same.
But is this kind of swordsmanship really useful against the enemy? Xue Ling looked at the young man under the moonlight. This was his bee sting. They were about to cooperate to complete the first mission, and this mission could be regarded as a novice-level mission in terms of rewards and difficulty.
But Xue Ling felt like she couldn't see through this person.
Back then, he effortlessly held himself up to the wall and forced him to question him, as naturally as a teacher questioning his students.
But now that they were getting along, Xue Ling really felt that Fang Buie was really weak.
When he usually works as a waiter and busboy in an inn, he can deliver dishes accurately and quickly. He can clean such a large inn and treat every guest with a lukewarm attitude. He is really a very capable waiter. , but Xue Ling’s own chef is not very good at the table. Fortunately, Xiaohun Inn is a small store even in Luo City, and usually no dignitaries come to eat. It’s still not possible to fool ordinary country folk. questionable.
He looked weak on his backhand, not precise on his forehand, loose in his steps, and slow to react - with this look, how could he have restrained himself with just one move in the first place?
Xue Ling couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.
"Aren't you asleep yet?" A voice came from behind Xue Ling.
Xue Ling turned around and saw He Ping wearing a loose green dress with her hair askew, holding a white porcelain wine glass in her hand and asking her behind her back.
The girl shivered.
"What is this?" She smelled the alcohol in He Ping's cup.
"Fen wine." He Ping smiled lightly and said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, doesn't it?"
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"Pedestrians on the road are dying." Xue Ling replied: "Sister Ping is not a local, either?" "We
are all at home, I really don't know where I am from." He Ping reached out and took Xue Ling's hand. Xue Ling felt the cold and hard fingers on the elder sister's head, and then followed her around the main room, up the stairs, and in a blink of an eye, she was on the roof of the inn.
There was a square table placed on the narrow roof ridge, with a brown coarse porcelain wine jar on it, and a delicate white porcelain wine glass next to it. This combination of roughness and exquisiteness made Xue Ling feel a little dazed.
The moonlight was clear, and the wine in the glass was slightly rippling.
He Ping sat on the side of the square table, facing the moonlight, raised her hand to drink the wine in the glass, her hair was loose, and a piece of snow-white ankle fell out from under her long skirt.
Only then did Xue Ling realize that the nominal owner of Xiaohun Inn, but actually the bee attractor, was so stunningly beautiful that she couldn't help but feel ashamed.
"Sit down." He Ping said.
Xue Ling had to sit down.
"Drink." He Ping pushed a glass of wine in front of her.
"I don't know how to drink." Xue Ling said.
Not only did she not know how to drink, but she was also afraid of making a mistake after drinking.
"How old are you this year?" He Ping asked.
Xue Ling bit her lip. This was probably a matter of knowingly asking: "Seventeen."
She said honestly. She was still seventeen.
"That's not so young." He Ping said, "The year I became an assassin, I just celebrated my sixteenth birthday."
Xue Ling glanced at the young lady who was shining brightly under the moonlight. big.
"How old are you now?" Xue Ling asked.
"Didn't that boy tell you?" He Ping asked.
Xue Ling shook her head.
"Then he didn't let you call me boss lady?" He Ping continued to ask.
Xue Ling nodded.
He Ping laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the night sky. This woman's laughter could not be called heroic or gentle, but it had a different flavor.
A few birds that had just returned south were startled in the night sky.
The boy in the courtyard is still practicing his sword.
"I am twenty-nine this year." He Ping said.
desolate.
Xue Ling shook her head: "You can't tell at all."
"Once you practice martial arts, you will age slowly." He Ping said with a smile: "But sometimes, people don't grow old, but their hearts grow old." "
I always feel that I am now , my heart is getting softer and softer."
As he said this, He Ping lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in front of Xue Ling.
The glass is full of wine, which is the finest Xinghua Village Fenjiu. This wine is produced in Shanxi and is not a specialty of Luocheng.
"Drink." He Ping said.
Xue Ling picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. Fenjiu was soft in the mouth and had a sweet aftertaste, but it was an orthodox distilled liquor, so it still had a spicy ray of fire in her stomach.
Xue Ling put down the cup and coughed lightly, a red cloud forming on her pretty face.
He Ping reached across the square table and rubbed Xue Ling's hair: "You are a good girl. I like you very much." "
Tomorrow at noon, Ning Huaiyuan will pass by Xiaohun Inn. This is the best opportunity to take action. Please help Farewell, follow his instructions in everything."
"He is my apprentice and a very reliable person." "
Well, sometimes he is more reliable than I thought."
Xue Ling bit her lip and nodded.
"As an assassin, you will die at any time. I am among the assassins who have lived the longest." He Ping said: "If you live long enough, you will retire one day, but you know too much, and you will have to retire no matter how long you live." Not leaving the organization."
"Please live a good life for me."
Xue Ling didn't know why He Ping told her so much tonight, but she could only nod and listen.
After all, the boss lady at this time is really kind.
"Have a glass of wine and you can have a good sleep." He Ping said lightly: "You can go back to sleep."
Xue Ling nodded and stood up, the alcohol lingering in her chest, making her a little confused.
But there was no problem walking down the roof. She stepped away step by step, and suddenly He Ping stopped her: "Wait a minute."
Xue Ling turned back and looked at the assassin under the moon.
"Cooking later." He Ping said seriously: "Put less salt."
Xue Ling blushed and muttered: "Why are you telling me now?"
He Ping raised her glass and drank it up, smiling: "This is not Are you afraid of being shy?"
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He
Ping was still drinking under the moonlight, instead of practicing swordplay under the moonlight. Xue Ling went back to the room to rest. After a glass of wine, her dream was indeed dark and sweet.
It wasn't until the moon was getting higher and higher that Xue Ling gradually fell asleep, and then she put away her sword before saying goodbye. There was not a trace of sweat on her forehead.
He walked up to the roof, looked at He Ping under the moon, took out a white porcelain wine glass from his arms, filled it for himself, and then drank it all.
He Ping looked up at the young man in black clothes and black hair: "This Lin Xue has a problem."
Fang Bie nodded, expressionless: "I know."
(End of Chapter)