Chapter 125： life (two more)

Chapter 125 Life-saving (two more)

The back porch was silent, no one spoke for a long time, only the little girl naively muttered to her mother: "Mother, the young man just now is so beautiful, even better than the fairy in the painting!"

Gu Yanfei stood motionless in the same place, quietly watching the back of Young Master Xia walking away, seemingly watching him leave, but in fact he was quietly observing the surroundings.

The flowers and plants not far away were trampled by people, two or three people were hiding in the canopy of the plane trees in the northeast, and there were also people in the shadows of the eaves and walls...

Gu Yanfei sighed silently, and a wisp of white air was spit out of his lips, which was mercilessly blown away by the cold wind.

If it was just herself today, she would have an 80% chance of saving her life, but with the addition of Kuan Bi, Pang Mammy, and more than a hundred people from this village, she wouldn't even have a 10% chance.

Gu Yanfei stroked his cloak lightly, turned around, and walked towards the corridor again.

She instructed the daughter-in-law: "From Huang Wei's family, you go and tell your family to ask him to call all the servants in the village here."

At the end, she added: "Be careful, don't disturb the 'Xia' family."

Huang Wei's family was stunned for a moment, and heard the solemnity in Gu Yanfei's words, and also heard that she seemed to have deep fear of this family who came to stay overnight.

It doesn't make any sense to blame the other party for making an assertion now. Gu Yanfei didn't say much, she waved to the other party to do errands, and she went to the main room herself.

Huang Wei's family quickly got lucky, and hurriedly ran along the porch to the courtyard.

The atmosphere under the    corridor is somewhat depressing and condensed, the surrounding wind and snow whine, and there is a faint ominous aura in the air.

After about a cup of tea, Guanshi Huang came sweating profusely, but in the winter of the twelfth lunar month, he sweated out in a hurry, and the whole person was frightened.

All the servants in the village came with him and gathered under the porch in front of the hall.

They didn't know what was going on, and they whispered to each other, feeling a little uneasy.

Huang Guanshi ordered the gate of the yard to be closed, so that he guarded the front and rear gates of the yard, and then entered the main room.

"Girl." Huang Guanshi saluted stiffly, his expression dignified, and the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed, "Everyone is here."

The servants outside all pricked up their ears and listened.

Gu Yanfei sat on a chair in the main room and calmly said: "Today the snow is heavy and the wind is strong, and the tree was blown down just now. If the house is not strong, I am afraid that it will be dangerous, so it is better to gather everyone together. Avoid trouble."

Her voice was neither light nor heavy, and most of the servants outside heard it, and they all looked towards the two plum trees in the courtyard that were cut off by the middle, whispering and whispering from time to time.

"It's still the girl who is attentive and thoughtful." Huang Guanshi said dryly, and then went out to instruct the servants in the village to clean up the east and west rooms, and prepare for everyone to lay the floor here tonight.

As long as there is something busy and everyone has a focus, it is not easy to think too much, and the atmosphere eases a little.

Kuanbi could see that the girl from home was not quite right, bit his lower lip slightly, feeling restless in his heart like being scratched by a cat.

come over. Gu Yanfei beckoned to Juan Bi.

Kuan Bi obediently took a few steps forward, bowed his head, and waited for the girl's order.

Gu Yanfei stared at the face of Juan Bi repeatedly without saying a word.

is still the same dead face, and a thick dead aura almost drowns the little face of Ju Bi, as if it was blackened by smoke.

Gu Yanfei's slender jade fingers pinched the small chin of Chuanbi, and sighed slightly: "There is danger now, are you afraid?"

Hearing Gu Yanfei's question, Juan Bi's half-hanging heart dropped, and she felt as if the dust had settled, she shook her head and said:

"Slaves are not afraid."

There is a girl, she is not afraid.

Juan Bi grinned naively, her eyes bright and firm.

Gu Yanfei smiled: "Don't worry, it will be fine, as long as you are obedient."

"Slaves are very obedient." Ju Bi nodded confidently.

She has no other self-confidence, which is still very confident.

Juan Bi brought her round face closer, stared at Gu Yanfei without blinking, and asked, "What does the girl want the servant to do?"

"No hurry." Gu Yanfei said casually, with a slight smile on his lips.

She turned her head and looked out the window, placing one hand on the window sill, and gently rubbing the dagger she placed on the table with the other hand, as if playing and thinking.

The snow didn't stop, and the snowflakes with ice grains crackled against the roof tiles.

She was only looking at a wall outside the house, but Juan Biyue couldn't guess that the girl should be looking in the direction of the living room.

No, or rather—

That Mr. Xia.

Young Master Xia, who was being remembered by them, was standing motionless in front of a window in the guest house, quietly looking in the direction of the main house.

His bewitching phoenix eyes were as dark as ink dyed, deep as a pool.

A few snow grains fell on his crow-blue eyelashes, and it seemed that a few tears were stuck on his eyelashes.

He was smiling, his red lips were slightly curved, and his smile was enchanting, but there was no warmth in his eyes, which was colder than the snow, and his beautiful face seemed to be wearing a mask called a smile.

Dressed in red as blood, with a red jade hairpin stuck in his bun, the whole person is as coquettish as the manzhushahua on the other side of the Yellow Spring, with a strange and dangerous contradictory temperament lingering around him.

The room was dark, no lights were lit, a gust of wind blew, and the white snowflakes floated from the window, like a silver moonlight.

Away from the back, a young man with the appearance of a servant stood in the shadow of the ink, silent, as if ghostly, without any sense of existence, half bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look up at the young man in front.

An old figure quietly walked in through the back door, and the darkness in the room did not affect his passage at all.

The silver-haired old man walked vigorously beside the young man and stopped three steps away from Young Master Xia. The snowflakes on his body soon turned into droplets of water.

The old man bowed his body and clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Young master, everything is arranged."

"My subordinate walked around this village just now and checked it carefully. Here are some ordinary country people, old and young, and none of them are trainees. At most a dozen young and strong men have a share. Brave."

"My subordinates found that some carriages had come here more than half an hour ago, but all of them have already left, and the direction is to return to Beijing. The snow is heavy tonight, and those rut marks have been almost covered."

"My subordinates also heard from a few villagers that it was very windy tonight, so the master asked him to close the doors and windows, lock the horse pen, turn off the lights and fire, and go to bed early."

"Now that the lights are out, everyone in this village should have rested."

When he said the last sentence, the old man raised his eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face of the young man in front of him. His sharp old eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Water droplets made of snow slowly fell from the old man's cuffs and wet the ground below.

The subtle ticking sound was barely audible under the cover of the wind and snow outside.

"He's a smart person." Xia Gongzi said in a low voice, like praise and thoughtfulness.

A chuckle like a snow falling on a glacial river floated from his bewitching blood-like lips, making those who heard it chilled all over.

"..." The old man looked up at him again in confusion, a heart raised in his throat, and he was nervous.

"She sees it." Xia Gongzi said affirmatively, with a smile on his lips, he folded down a red plum at the window.

He wore a blood-red ring between his slender and flawless fingers. The ring was like ruby ​​and metal, and it was engraved with intricate and intricate patterns. The bright red set off his hands as cold and white as frost.

He stared in the direction of the main courtyard.

At this moment, in this huge Zhuangzi, there are only a few lights shining there, like a bright pearl in the boundless dark night, tempting people to fly moths to the fire.

The old man and others behind him also followed his gaze towards the main courtyard.

The old man's pupils moved, and his face showed a solemn look, and at this moment he realized the meaning of the son's words slowly.

The owner of this Zhuangzi actually discovered their intentions, seeing through their identities, or...

That's all, it doesn't matter what it is!

Just a snap of his fingers, the old man's expression changed several times, from astonishment and awe to murderous.

Only Mr. Xia, who was standing in front of the window, did not change his expression. His fingers gently twitched the delicate red plum, the red petals trembled slightly, and a few snowflakes gently floated between his fingers.

He smiled again, charming and soft, and his voice was like singing: "Interesting."

He was smiling, and the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes.

No matter whether the other party found any clues, it means nothing to him at all.

is nothing but a word for "death".

His eyes were calm from the very beginning, like ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, and like overlooking all living beings from the clouds, all living beings were ants, and no one could get into his eyes.

The smile on his lips deepened by three points, like that coquettish flower of **** blooming instantly in the dark night, red and flamboyant, even more eye-catching than the red plum between his fingers.

The cold wind blew twice, violently rolling up the remaining branches on the ground, and hitting the stone steps not far away, the branches and leaves scattered and smashed to pieces.

Young Master Xia turned around slowly and changed the topic: "Has our Royal Highness the Third Prince left the capital?"

When he said this, there was a very subtle change in his tone. It was intimate and soft, like an ice sword wrapped in icing sugar.

The old man calmed down, suppressed Zhuangzi in advance, and returned to the business of the trip, and replied respectfully: "Master, you have arrived at the Qiliting Pavilion."

"We'll be here in half an hour."

The pupils of the old man shone in the darkness.

After    finished talking about the business, he stood still with his head bowed, with the same movements and expressions as the servant, all respectful.

In the darkness like thick ink, the old and the young stood still like two blood-stained long knives with murderous aura.

The surroundings were quiet.

The sound of falling snow outside the house became clearer and audible, and a chilling air permeated.

Young Master Xia held Hongmei's hand down leisurely, and faintly spit out three words:

"Let's do it."

His tone was understated, and the delicate red plum blossomed with the movement of his hand, and was thrown out by him, like a drop of blood in an arc.

Listening to the ears of the other two, it became a word:

kill!

Even though he didn't say who he was going to attack, all the old and young people present understood what he meant.

This sentence determines that the lives of hundreds of people in this village will not be spared.

(end of this chapter)