After a long time, Fan Xian calmed down, and the cold sweat on his body pressed his clothes and his body tightly.

He took back the slender dagger from the assassin's shoulder. The sound of the blade separation from the flesh and blood was terrifying, which made him stunned. He then took off the small and vicious dark crossbow from the dead assassin's sleeve.

The slender dagger was painted with black color to avoid reflection, but Fan Xian knew that the black paint prepared by Teacher Fei Jie was not only poisonous, but also a drug that could amplify the pain of injured humans. He carefully inserted the slender dagger into the scabbard made of hard Luo Xiangskin, glanced at the assassin lying on the bed and the feet of Lao Ha who delivered vegetables under the bed, and then turned and left.

Pushing open the door, the blind Wuzhu was standing quietly at the corner of the stairs, and his voice came: "What if there is no carriage coming?"

Fan Xian lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Finally, he overcame the terrible feeling brought by the first murder. He raised his head and showed a signature smile: "I will spend all the time with him, and then wait for you to come."

The training of climbing a cliff outside Danzhou Port was still down from the back wall and finally played a role today. Fan Xian landed on the ground and walked forward, knowing that Wuzhu would definitely leave him, and when he was in danger, he would appear again.

Walking in the vegetable market, there were crowds of people around him, but he was still silent, his right hand hanging from his thigh was trembling slightly.

He walked to one end of the vegetable market with heavy steps and stopped in front of a stall. This was a tofu stall, and the stall was a woman in her twenties with a gentle face, wearing an apron, and her hands were white and tender.

"Sister Dong'er." Fan Xian greeted her with a smile. This was Dong'er, the big maid who was driven out of the Earl Beppu. When he was very young, Fan Xian often stayed in her arms and had a good relationship. After Dong'er left the house, he set up a tofu stall in the vegetable market, so Fan Xian often came here to buy tofu and went home.

When Dong'er saw that he was coming, a gentle smile appeared on her face and led him in: "Young Master, why are you here?"

Sitting on the small stool, another residents came to buy tofu. Dong'er looked at him with some embarrassment.

Fan Xian nodded and asked her to take care of the business first. When she turned around, she found a crib at the back of the stall. On the bed was a little girl two or three years old, with a flushed face and stretched out her tender hands and playing with the small bell tied in front of the bed.

Fan Xian reached out and carried the little girl out and played with her. Dong'er turned around and saw it, hurriedly came up to pick it up in her arms, complaining: "Don't get your clothes dirty, and you have to let those girls wash them when you go back."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Sister Dong'er, when I was as old as your daughter, you didn't hold me every day."

Dong'er smiled and said, "My eldest master, why are you comparing with us servants?" It was a bit strange. Dong'er was ruthlessly driven out of the Earl Beppu by Fan Xian because she tasted the saltiness before Fan Xian during the meal. But from the tone, she didn't seem to hate this little boy.

Fan Xian scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Dong'er seemed to see that he was in a bad mood, so she teased her daughter and shouted: "Call Xiao Young Master, Xiao Young Master..."

"Call me uncle." Fan Xian insisted.

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After sitting in the tofu stall for a long time, watching Dong'er cut the tofu, call it tofu, wrap it in paper, and tease the little girl beside her to call her uncle. After a long time, Fan Xian finally drove away the coldness in his heart and stood up to say goodbye to Dong'er.

Dong'er said with some embarrassment: "You come here, I don't have anything delicious here."

Fan Xian smiled: "Sister Dong'er, am I still missing something to eat?"

"That's true." Dong'er covered her mouth and smiled. The young woman's shyness was revealed. She suddenly said, "Thank you for the things you bought for the little girl."

Fan Xian smiled and shook his head: "As long as you don't blame me for driving you out of the Earl Beppu."

Dong'er smiled and didn't say anything. She trusted the little boy in front of her. Although she didn't understand why he got angry that day, she knew that the other party must have done it on purpose. Moreover, after she left the mansion, the young master often secretly sent him some money. Later, she married her and the family of three lived a comfortable life. She went out to set up a tofu stall, which was largely because she knew that this would make it convenient for the young master, the child, to see her.

Fan Xian waved his hand and said goodbye to Tofu Dong'er. After walking out of the vegetable market, he looked back and saw that the gentle and lovely woman was cutting tofu in the water with a little girl on her back. Her slightly leaning forward body was still so slim and plump, and there was no trace of time, just like when she was holding herself ten years ago.

Fan Xian used the excuse to drive Dong'er out of Beppu because she was her personal maid. If she had anything to do, she would be very unsafe.

In Fan Xian's "childhood", he liked his close maid the most, liked to rely on her, and even often fantasized about how he could do it when he grew up - but he forgot the most important point. When he grew up slowly, Dong'er was growing up day by day. This year he was twelve years old, and Dong'er was already in her twenties.

The story between Baoyu and Qingwen seems to have to give up halfway.

"You have not been born, but I have been born, but I have been old. You hate me for being born late, but I have been born early. You have been born before you are born, but I have been born, but I have been old. I wish I would not be born at the same time, but I will be happy with you every day."

While he was fantasizing about how Dong'er loved him, he hummed a song and returned to the count Beppu, trying to convince himself that he had forgotten the two pairs of dead fish eyes that the Assassin and Lao Ha were staring side by side.

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Because she had a "cat button" poison mixed with wormwood at noon and broke a person's neck in the afternoon, Fan Xian's appetite became extremely bad. She just slapped a little for dinner, then threw down the bowl and went back to the bedroom.

At night, he was a little hungry. He came to the kitchen alone with an oil lamp, silently all the way, without alarming any servants.

After entering the kitchen, he washed a fish cleanly. The kitchen knife flew in his hand like a bird. After a moment, he cut off the scales and cut some shredded ginger with the shredded radish made from five bamboos. The kitchen knife fell on the chopping board without making a sound. Then he mixed some vinegar into the small plate with shredded ginger.

Boil the fire and steam the fish.

Squatting on the ground, looking at the stove next to you, and looking at the slowly rising steam, Fan Xian suddenly thought of something funny: Teacher Fei Jie and Uncle Wu Zhu were teaching themselves the ability to kill people and how to avoid being killed because of their mothers, but objectively, they taught themselves how to be a good doctor and a successful cook.
Chapter completed!