Wen Yi Chongming
Tag Jian Wang 3|Ye Zhiqiu x Liu Wenfeng|Hidden Sword
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"The knife is worth fifty taels. You, the package price is five hundred taels, I'll give it on credit."
At Qiaotou in Hangzhou, Liu Wenfeng, a young swordsman who had been hungry for three days, was "picked up" by Ye Zhiqiu, a swordsman dressed in bright yellow.
From then on, his world changed -
He is a guard during the day and an apprentice at night. What he learns is not sword skills, but Ye Zhiqiu's business knowledge, human skills, and the rules of walking in the gray area.
The Caobang's knives were hidden in the account book, the tea leaves were mixed with the shadow of ordnance, and even the generals of Tiance Mansion were all prepared moves on Ye Zhiqiu's chessboard.
Liu Wenfeng followed him and saw the real world: there were no grudges or grudges, only the murderous intention in the sound of abacus, the blade in the conversation and laughter, and the inexorable tiredness on the brow of the man in the study late at night.
Until the "Night Owl"'s crossbow arrows shot through the air, the family's inner ghost showed his blade, and the absurd marriage contract once again became a reminder of death——
Ye Zhiqiu pulled him behind him, the sword in his hand reflecting the light of snow: "My people, my investment, whoever touches it will die."
But Liu Wenfeng didn't want to just be protected.
He wanted to hold the knife named "Ye Zhiqiu", cut through the fog, smash the conspiracy, and then——
On a snowy night, I kissed the lips that were always scheming but would lean against his palm tiredly, and asked in a low voice:
"I will pay the debt of five hundred taels for the rest of my life. Is it enough interest?"
Intention: growth