Bâtir une dynastie de chansons harmonieuse

Chapitre 8

The old man was even more puzzled.

These two young people have a car but they won't take it. It's so late, and they insist on staying in this desolate place!

The kind old man shook his head: "Is there something wrong with you? I've already taken the money, how can I just leave you here? If you really have something to do, please ask me to wait a bit."

Seeing that he was determined not to leave, Li You sighed and suddenly pointed ahead: "It's not that we don't want to leave, it's just that we've already arrived home. You can see for yourself."

Sure enough, the old man turned his head in confusion. In an instant, the expression on his old face changed, and he stopped talking. With a crack of the whip, the carriage sped away and disappeared into the twilight in a moment.

What's wrong?

Yang Nianqing was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked in the direction he had just pointed.

The autumn wind howled, and the weeds grew waist-high. Under the gloomy sky, amidst the rocks and weeds by the riverbank, a solitary, desolate grave lay starkly on a small mound.

His home?

She was getting chills when suddenly two "caw caws" rang out, and a dark shadow darted up from between the rocks. Startled, she looked closely and saw it was a black crow.

I was both amused and exasperated.

No wonder the driver was scared away; the atmosphere was just too perfect. Even with my 21st-century scientific mindset, I almost had a heart attack. Yang Nianqing, of course, didn't believe his nonsense. But he'd inexplicably lost his shoe and scared the driver away—was he going to spend the night in this desolate wilderness? Had he lost his mind?

Looking at her foot, which was only wearing a sock, Yang Nianqing got angry: "What are you doing? Let go!"

Li You stared at her for a long time, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and let go of her hand.

She had no choice but to stand on one leg, striking a pose reminiscent of a "golden rooster standing on one leg." Seeing him looking at her feet with amusement, she immediately hopped two steps on one foot, glaring at him fiercely: "What are you looking at! Why did you throw my shoe?"

He didn't answer, but just looked around.

The world is a dangerous place. This lecher deliberately scared away the driver. And this place is deserted. Could it be that he...? Thinking of this, Yang Nianqing immediately looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight.

She looked at him warily, hopping back a few steps: "What...what do you want to do?"

"Me?" Li You was taken aback.

Gradually, an amused look appeared on his handsome face, and he actually walked towards her.

"Don't do anything reckless!" She was even more startled, hopping back on one foot. "What are you doing?"

To his surprise, as he approached, he suddenly bent down. When he straightened up again, he was holding a shoe—the very one that had been thrown away.

He picked up the shoes, examined them closely, and seemed to find them quite interesting.

It turns out he was interested in his shoes. After all, these were considered high-tech products in ancient times! He changed his clothes in the morning but didn't change his shoes because he thought the ancient embroidered shoes were too old-fashioned.

Yang Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief and said smugly, "That's a modern, brand-name product, you've never seen one before, have you..."

"Never seen it before?" Li You nodded and murmured, "I have indeed never seen needles stuck in shoes."

Acupuncture?

Before she could react, the shoes were already handed to her.

Three silver needles, each about five centimeters long, were clearly stuck into the sole of the shoe.

Yang Nianqing was stunned for a long time before she stammered, "So you used it to save us... But why did you chase the driver away? Now we have no ride, what if..."

At this point, she glanced around warily and immediately jumped to his side. Li You didn't move, but a graceful parabola flew through his arms, and with a "plop," the shoe fell back into the grass.

He muttered, "When a person is about to fall on hard times, having a car is useless. If he doesn't leave, he might lose his life."

"die?"

"Didn't you realize that this was originally aimed at him?"

It turned out he took off his shoes just to save the old coachman! Yang Nianqing understood, and couldn't help but feel guilty. However, she then grabbed his arm tightly: "He's here?"

Li You shook his head: "It wasn't him."

She asked in a trembling voice, "Who is that?"

He looked around, seemingly helpless: "They refuse to come out."

"Well?"

Yang Nianqing was wondering what was going on when she heard several soft shouts. A dozen or so dark figures suddenly emerged from the rocks and weeds, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were surrounded.

These dozen or so people, all wielding long swords, dressed in black, and with their faces covered by black cloth, revealing only a dozen pairs of eyes, stared intently at the two with expressions ranging from numbness and indifference to excitement and cruelty.

“They…” she immediately hugged Li You’s arm tightly, “are his accomplices?”

"no."

Upon hearing this, Yang Nianqing immediately breathed a sigh of relief. However, as soon as the second half of the sentence was uttered, her whole body tensed up again.

"They're just killers."

Assassin?!

“That’s right,” a young man in black suddenly stepped forward, “someone has offered five hundred taels of silver for your lives.”

He wasn't wearing a mask.

His eyes, cold and gleaming, were sharp as knives and faintly revealed a sinister aura. However, to Yang Nianqing's surprise, his face did not appear as cold as his eyes; in fact, he was quite handsome. It was just that a wicked smile always played at the corners of his mouth, making him seem cruel.

Amid her fear, Yang Nianqing couldn't help but wonder, being an assassin is a dangerous profession, isn't it? Wasn't he afraid of being recognized and having people seek revenge?

Li You stared at him for a long time, a smile gradually appearing on his handsome face, as if he were seeing an old friend: "So it's you. But you never like to suffer losses. How can five hundred taels be enough to buy my life? Why don't you ask him for more?"

“He refused,” the man in black said after a long silence, then laughed. “He didn’t say he was going to kill you. If he really did, I wouldn’t have taken this job. It would be too much of a loss for me.”

So they knew each other, and their relationship didn't seem too bad... Yang Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief: "Since you're not going to kill him, what are you planning to do?"

The man in black looked at her, his smile growing even more sinister: "He only said he would kill one of you, but now you've let the old man go."

"What?!" Yang Nianqing was startled.

The coachman was let go, and Li You couldn't be killed, so wouldn't that mean...? She pointed to herself and stammered, "So...you...you killed me?"

The man in black nodded: "Of course, killing you is easier than killing him."

Who speaks so bluntly?! Yang Nianqing almost fainted.

Li You looked at her, and an amused expression appeared on his face. After a while, he sighed and said, "As expected of 'Half-Pound Killer' Hei Silang, Old Hei never does a losing business."

“But I will never take advantage of anyone,” Kuroshiro said, frowning. “My clients have never been taken advantage of.”

"Half-Pound Killer?" Yang Nianqing found it somewhat amusing; so his name was Hei Silang. Perhaps because there was a "number one" beside her, she actually forgot her fear and only focused on sizing him up.

Hei Shiro looked at her and suddenly grinned.

immediately--

A streak of silver light, like a venomous snake, attacked her!

My God, so fast! Yang Nianqing barely had time to be afraid before the sword was already in front of her. The chilling sword aura pressed in, seeping into her body through her brow, chilling her to the bone.

However, at that moment, the image froze.

The sword suddenly stopped a few centimeters in front of her brow, and then showed no further tendency to advance.

Her face finally caught up with her reaction and began to turn pale. Looking around, she was surprised to find that in the blink of an eye, she and Li You were no longer where they were.

It turned out that Li You pulled her back about ten meters. Hei Silang's sword was fast, but Li You and she were retreating even faster. By the time they stopped, the momentum of the sword had been exhausted. Although it was pointing at her brow, it had no strength left to push forward even a fraction.

It seems simple, but there is no room for error in the details; he calculated it very accurately.

"Good!" Kuroshiro didn't seem surprised and praised, then withdrew his sword stance. However, in the next moment, several soft shouts rang out from all around, and countless silver lights rose up simultaneously as if in tacit agreement, weaving into a large silver net that was cast down on the two of them.

A chill ran down my spine; I wondered how many swords were lurking there.

No one would waste their energy killing someone they shouldn't. Seeing the swords about to strike, Yang Nianqing's supporting leg went weak. The most violent things she'd ever done were beating up her cousin and watching classmates fight; she'd never seen anything like this! At this moment, she finally understood the preciousness of life. Everyone else who transmigrated was lucky enough to meet princes or emperors, but she was here to be stabbed and stabbed!

"Ahhh!" She squeezed her eyes shut and collapsed towards the person next to her, screaming, "Help!"

“We’ve found the right person this time,” a bitter laugh rang out. “At least we won’t fall to the ground again.”

moment.

Yang Nianqing found that she had only fallen, but had not fainted, and was lying in someone's arms with all her arms and legs intact. The sword light that had filled the sky had disappeared without a trace.

Overjoyed: "Haha, you're amazing..."

Before she could finish speaking, another wave of silver light swept in. But this time she wasn't so afraid; after all, she had a "first" to take the fall, even if he was just a "first idler."

Hey, good luck!

"We can't add any more."

The words had barely left his mouth when, in a flash, the two were airborne, already several feet away. Hei Silang and his men didn't give chase—if Li You wanted to leave, who in the world could stop him?

The murderer paid these hitmen to kill people, didn't he? Since Kuroshiro is fair in his business dealings, why did he stop so easily before completing the mission?

Yang Nianqing finally cried out, "No! They don't want to kill us at all, they're just stalling for time! Quick, go check on He Bi and the others! Those bodies are evidence, they might have already been destroyed..."

"I know."

You know?

"Of course, if Old Black really wanted to kill you, why would he be talking so much nonsense with us?"

Yang Nianqing glared at them angrily: "You know that... why did you argue with them for so long?"

Li You sighed and said, "Do you think Old He and Brother Nangong are as useless as you?"

Yang Nianqing choked.

This is a really difficult question. Answering "yes" is wrong, and answering "no" is wrong too. He's just being delusional; he can't believe the ancients could ask such a difficult question.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery rushed past my eyes. Night was falling, and in the distance, lights were beginning to appear, growing more and more numerous.

Lying in the warm embrace, Yang Nianqing felt stable and comfortable, even better than riding in a car. The person holding her was a handsome guy, but this handsome guy was a playboy... Thinking of this, she immediately woke up from her daze and, sure enough, discovered the trouble.

"Where are my shoes? Why don't you pick them up? You can still wear them!"

The only modern feature is gone; does that mean I'm destined to wear those embroidered cloth shoes? How tacky!

"You think you can run by yourself just because you're wearing shoes?" Li You looked down at her helplessly. "If I can pick up my shoes in time, I'm afraid I won't be able to pick you up in time."

Speechless.

"Why don't you take off your own shoes?" she muttered.

"Because your shoes have sturdy soles."

"But your boots are sturdy too!" Don't treat her like an idiot; he's wearing leather boots.