The moonlight is quiet. He Ping and Fang Bie look at each other in the moonlight. Fang Bie, who is standing, and He Ping, who is sitting on the roof, cast shadows in the moonlight .
"So I'm very curious." He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Why didn't you kill her at the beginning?"
"Mingming, you are such a fearful and cautious person." Fang Bie curled his lips and smiled: "Because I'm not sure that the next one will be better than Lin Xue.
" He Ping shook her head: "Change the excuse."
Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Isn't this okay?"
He Ping shook her head seriously: "No, although Lin Xue is very outstanding."
"But." He Ping's brown eyes flickered slightly in the moonlight:
"She may let you die."
Fang Bie nodded: "I really don't like uncertainty around me."
"But whether I kill her or let her go back, she will die." Fang Bie stretched out his hand and tapped his temple: "Since she can become my bee wing, then, take her with you for a while?"
"I didn't know you were such a soft-hearted person." He Ping said with a chuckle.
"It's like, even after getting to know you, I still couldn't imagine what you felt when you took me, then seven, away in that flood," Fang Bie said.
"But now I know."
He Ping looked up at Fang Bie: "So, tell me?"
You knew it was going to be troublesome, and your heart was already hardened," Fang Bie said.
"But in that instant, someone hit you in the softest spot."
"That's why I decided this."
Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Didn't you just not kill her?"
He Ping smiled. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower.
"Because I like her very much," the retired assassin said with a smile.
"Tomorrow is your first mission. It may seem simple, but it's actually quite unusual. Be careful."
Fang Bie nodded: "Yes, I know."
Under the moonlight, master and disciple clinked their glasses and drank.
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The next day, at noon, a drizzle fell.
Pedestrians walked along the bluestone streets of Luocheng, holding oil-paper umbrellas in the drizzle, and ripples appeared on the surface of the stagnant water.
Although the sky was clear yesterday, today's rain had nothing to do with the sunny weather yesterday.
At the Xiaohun Inn, a man wearing a straw hat and raincoat walked into the inn and sat down by the window. "Where's the waiter?"
Fang Bie approached and asked in his usual tone, "Sir, are you staying overnight or wanting to stay here?"
If it were any other day, he wouldn't have asked, since it was only noon. But if it was raining, choosing to stay in a hotel and rest was perfectly normal.
It was fine in the city, after all; once outside, the official roads were muddy and difficult to navigate.
The man looked up at Fang Bie, concerned by the handsome young man, veiled in a black cloth, working as a waiter. He was clearly blind, yet he moved about the hall filled with tables, chairs, and benches like normal. But then he looked at the other diners, all of whom appeared to be accustomed to the situation, and felt a bit overly alarmed, so he couldn't help but chuckle at himself.
Ning Huaiyuan took off his bamboo hat and placed it on the corner of the table. He had broad, square eyes, a rather heroic appearance, and was quite tall.
Through the dripping water from his bamboo hat, he could see the ruby-encrusted sword at his waist.
Fang Bie had already seen his portrait, but his expression remained unfazed.
"What specialties do you have here? Feel free to bring them up," Ning Huaiyuan said, his tone calm, without any vehemence.
Fang Bie turned around and said, "Sir, I would like a bowl of confused noodles."
Ning Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment: "What noodles?"
Fang Bie answered seriously, "Confused noodles."
"Didn't I ask for our specialty?" Ning Huaiyuan was stunned.
"Confused noodles are our specialty here." Fang Bie introduced seriously, "Don't be fooled by the name. It is actually white flour noodles cooked with various grains. It tastes fragrant and delicious, soft and sticky, nourishes the stomach, and dispels cold and strengthens the body. Our store is a small business, and confused noodles sell the fastest. We have a whole pot of it at the back. If you want it, I will serve you a bowl."
"No confused noodles!" No matter how good-tempered Ning Huaiyuan was, he could not withstand Fang Bie's serious introduction: "Do you have cooked beef? Cut two plates first, with two bowls of rice wine, and by the way, give me ten steamed buns. I will eat them as dry food before I go on the road."
The Great Zhou Dynasty prohibited the slaughter of working oxen, but beef was still sold in various inns. However, it was generally cooked old yellow beef, which was relatively coarse and expensive.
"Okay, this is the best beef. Cut two plates for this guest," Fang Bie sang loudly, and at the same time, he went to the wine cabinet and poured two bowls of rice wine for Ning Huaiyuan. Rice wine is a fermented wine that is not distilled, only simply filtered, so the wine is yellow in color and has a low alcohol content. It is also a common type of wine brewed in villages. It is not expensive, but it has a strong aftertaste.
"Your wine, may I ask where you are going, guest?" Fang Bie said with a smile, seemingly casual and calm.
"Don't ask too many questions. Be careful with your tongue." Ning Huaiyuan said as he picked up the wine bowl and looked at the wine inside. He first leaned in to smell the wine, then pushed it to Fang Bie: "This is a reward for you. Take a sip first."
Fang Bie looked at the yellowish wine rippling in the bowl and said with an apologetic smile: "This wine was ordered by you, the guest. How can I have the nerve to drink it?"
Ning Huaiyuan looked at Fang Bie calmly and put the sword at his waist on the table with a clang: "I'll let you drink it."
The Zhou Dynasty did not prohibit civilians from carrying weapons. Because the practice of martial arts was flourishing, almost every household had some kung fu skills. After all, retreat can prolong life and can be used for self-defense. Therefore, anyone who had the conditions would learn a few moves.
However, the long sword that Ning Huaiyuan placed on the table was simple and elegant in shape, and the ruby on the sword guard sparkled, which was obviously not an ordinary object.
"Sir, please don't be so angry." Fang Bie smiled and said, "If you want a smaller drink, and if you don't mind the small one being dirty, then I'll take a sip and see."
As he said this, Fang Bie took out a small celadon bowl from his bosom and placed it on the table. He poured half a bowl of rice wine from each of the two bowls into one, then drank it all in one gulp.
Ning Huaiyuan sat on the chair and watched Fang Bie drink the full bowl, his body not swaying at all: "You have a good alcohol tolerance, kid. Go see if the beef is ready."
As he said this, he picked up the bowl and drank half a sip. It was obvious that he was quite thirsty after traveling for half a day in the rain.
Meanwhile, Fang Bie, with Ning Huaiyuan's permission, walked through the hall and into the kitchen. Inside, Xue Ling was chopping beef. Seeing Fang Bie come in, he looked up and asked, "How's it going?"
Fang Bie had already put away the flattering expression on his face. He looked at Xue Ling's hands chopping the beef and said calmly, "Cut it for me. Don't ask any more questions. I'll make a dipping sauce for the guests."
As he spoke, Fang Bie dipped his hand in water and quickly wrote two words on the chopping board where Xue Ling was chopping meat. Xue Ling glanced at it and saw that the words were:
"Fake."
Xue Ling looked up in surprise and saw Fang Bie already holding a garlic pounder, pounding the garlic into a sauce.
His expression was like that of an old monk in meditation.
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