The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 73 Inspirational Assassin to Buy a House

After being tossed again, the assassin was thrown in front of Yan Wenmao and Luo Chuchu. All the hair that was not much had been shaved off, leaving only the iron-blue scalp.

"My employer is Mr. Huang! Mr. Huang is a man who is well-known to the prime minister!"

After being thrown to the ground this time, the assassin learned his lesson. Before Yan Wenmao or Luo Chuchu could say anything, he closed his eyes and shouted, afraid that if he said a word late, Luo Chuchu would make him suffer again.

"Be more specific." Yan Wenmao said.

So the assassin told him how he received Master Huang's message, how much money Master Huang gave him, where he spent it, and what preparations he made for the assassination... all told.

Another person recorded what he said, and showed it to Yan Wenmao after the assassin said he had confessed completely.

Luo Chuchu leaned over to look at it. Although it was a bit difficult to read the vertical characters, but this excitement must be joined.

"Tell me about yourself." She really wanted to know the story of the assassin.

The assassin collected himself, and said: "The young one, He Jing, is not from the capital city, and he doesn't know exactly where he is from, because the young one has no parents by his side, so he came all the way to the capital city."

"After coming to Beijing, I met some friends by chance. Some of them knew two martial arts, and the young ones took the opportunity to learn them. Maybe they have some talents, and they seem to be able to learn them well."

"Then this person provoked his enemies and gave the young one a tael of silver as an assistant fee. Only then did the young one know that he could still earn silver through this method."

"Later, the young one went around helping others to make a living..." the assassin laughed, and said, "When I saved money, I went to a master to learn martial arts, and gradually became famous in the capital."

"At the age of 20, Xiao'er received the first killer order. It's really not my fault that Xiao'er's meaning is not strong, but they gave too much..."

"And then?" Luo Chuchu listened with gusto.

"The little one has been working as a killer since then, and he received more and more orders, and then more and more big orders came to him... The little one always knew that he might die in the mission, but he didn't expect this day to come So fast."

"By the way, how old are you this year?" Luo Chuchu interrupted him.

"The little one is 24 this year."

"24?" Luo Chuchu was very surprised, "You look like you are in your thirties, but you are only 24?"

The assassin was choked by her words and didn't know what to do, he simply bent his back and said: "The little one didn't deceive the nobleman."

Luo Chuchu gave him a sympathetic look, and said to Yan Wenmao: "You must not make Shifeng work so hard, give her time to rest. After all, Shifeng is a girl, and she will love beauty."

Hidden Shifeng: "..."

"By the way, you must have saved a lot of money as a killer for so many years, why didn't you wash your hands in time?" Luo Chuchu asked curiously.

"The little one didn't save much money." The assassin denied.

"How is it possible? Just for assassinating Yan Wenmao, you received a deposit of 1000 taels of silver. How could you not save the silver?" Luo Chuchu retorted.

"The little one spent a lot of money to find a master to learn martial arts, about four to five thousand taels." The assassin said.

"Ah, then this shouldn't be all of it, right? You can't earn 5000 taels a year... Oh! I know!"

Luo Chuchu suddenly remembered the general setting of assassins, there must be a sweetheart who has fallen into a brothel!
"Did you spend all the money you earned on your sweetheart in the brothel?"

The assassin blushed, and said: "In this business, unless we wash our hands in a golden basin, how can anyone dare to find his sweetheart, or look for him in a brothel, because he thinks his life is long?"

"Then tell me, where did all your money go?" Luo Chuchu asked.

"I... small..." the assassin hesitated, "Your honor also knows that we assassins usually don't have a particularly good family background, and most of them are born orphans, so it is inevitable that we will have obsessions in our hearts." .”

"Well, then what?"

"The little one has been wandering for many years, and his biggest wish is to have his own house. Only with a house can the little one feel at ease."

"Well, it's understandable." Luo Chuchu said sympathetically, "Is it because the houses in the capital are too expensive?"

I didn't expect that when I was on Earth, the house price in the capital city was expensive, but in Luo Kingdom, the house price in the capital city was so expensive that even a killer would have to save money for many years to buy it.

Yan Wenmao had a weird expression.

Some houses on the edge of the capital can be bought in the early 500 taels, and the price in a slightly closer area is about taels, and it is getting more and more expensive if you go closer to the palace.

Take the Shifu as an example, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone was ransacked and beheaded, a place as big as the Shifu would not be worth 10 taels of silver.

But this area is exclusively for dignitaries, even if they want to buy it, there is no way to buy it.

Outside the region, there are sporadic houses that ordinary people can buy, which cost about a thousand taels of silver.

Where exactly did this assassin buy such a house that it was so expensive?
The assassin sympathized and said: "It's really expensive. I just bought two houses not long ago, and it actually cost a mission's silver taels."

and many more?

Luo Chuchu raised his eyebrows: "Two houses? How many houses do you have in total?"

After surrendering, the assassin was relaxed, and the assassin lost his mind for a while, and he slipped his mouth. He regretted it, and said: "My lord, those are all small houses made of heads. One size smaller?"

Luo Chuchu frowned in disgust.

Made with human heads?
Yan Wenmao was not polite to him, and looked over, the guard put the long knife on the assassin's neck.

"Be honest! Otherwise, you will be buried here today!"

The assassin shrank back from the chill in his neck, and had no choice but to say: "The little ones will be brought in as they are, and they will be brought in as they are."

"There are probably a few in the middle of the capital..."

"How many seats?" The guard pressed the knife even tighter.

"Fourteen seats, fourteen seats!" The assassin closed his eyes, his face full of mournful grief.

"Fourteen?" Luo Chuchu was shocked on the spot. If there were fourteen houses in the capital on Earth, at least they would be worth more than a small goal.

The assassin thought she was still not satisfied, and continued: "The houses closer to the imperial city are too expensive, and the small ones are of this status, so I didn't dare to buy too many, and only bought five."

"Only bought five seats?"

"Yes, yes." The assassin felt that Luo Chuchu's tone was different, and seemed to be full of anger, so he opened his eyes a little, watching her reaction.

Luo Chuchu's face was already serious, and he said, "Is there any more? If I find out that you have something to hide..."

"There are still so many houses on the outskirts of the capital! There are about 30 more..." The assassin even handed in the last old background.

"..."

Luo Chuchu sneered: "It's hopeless, let's take the death penalty."

Why is the damn assassin so rich?

(End of this chapter)