How can a precarious assassin live as freely as possible, with love, friendship and life, and where should he go with the temptation of fame, fortune and power?
It's sunny after the rain, in a private house in the south of the Yangtze River.
Mo Wei sat on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, smelling the fragrance of the early lotus, drinking plum blossom wine comfortably, twisting a small piece of Jiangnan local osmanthus cake in her left hand, not feeling the fragrance lingering on her lips and teeth, bathing in the lazy and cool breath of early spring, it is really a good time in the world.
Looking through the latest catalog that was delivered, it was just a piecemeal job of finding lost things, robbing the rich to give to the poor, or stealing from cocks and dogs. The reward was not enough for her to invite Yuege for a drink, so she lowered her hands in a daze. The breeze blew, and the manual was ruffled by the wind. It stopped at the page with the maple leaf. There was a picture of a handsome young man wearing a soap hat. Next to it was written, Xiaoyu, a person from Qiantang, a wealthy businessman, twenty years old. Three, to restrain his wife, there were five pieces of silver drawn on the small right corner. Mo Wei smiled softly. Unexpectedly, this man was young and his family was not small. He just didn't know whether he was really restraining his wife or a bad habit of a rich man. However, considering that the order was valuable, it was still necessary to take it. Mo Wei read the page carefully twice, wrote down the information, then crumbled the paper and baked it on the fire. Then the breeze blew the powder away, leaving no trace. She jumped lightly into the gondola on the river. There was no one to paddle the boat, but it moved steadily along the water. It was probably Lubange's ingenuity.
Intention: If you are separated from love, there will be no worries, no fear, and no joy.