The warm evening breeze rustled through the air, the climate mild. White skirts billowed in the water.

Ning Ji peeked out from behind the artificial hill, scratching the back of his head.

Healthy and young, he had truly experienced life and death on the battlefield, his clear mind and sharp reflexes now basic qualities. Perhaps his head was filled with whimsical thoughts, but he immediately had a general idea of what Qu Longjun was doing.

It wasn't surprising that this little bitch wanted to kill herself. The guy was depressed and out of sorts, his health was poor, and he was melancholic all day long, obviously with a lot of messed up things in his head. Of course, as a fourteen-year-old, Ning Ji saw enemies as nothing more than this. If their minds weren't twisted and their spirits deranged, how could they not even distinguish between right and wrong, and insist on coming to the Huaxia Army's territory to make trouble.

He couldn't figure out the causes of these things, and he was too lazy to think about them. These fools went crazy, fought among themselves, exploded, committed suicide... He would think it was perfectly reasonable if he heard about it.

It was just a little embarrassing that this little bitch was suddenly dying in front of him.

When he went out tonight, he had imagined two groups of bad guys, and he was thinking of showing off his skills and having a good laugh. After chatting with Hou Yuanhong, he realized that Huang Shan might not turn out to be a bad guy. He thought it didn't matter, he could just put it aside. There was another group of bitches who were about to do bad things here. Who knew that as soon as he arrived, Qu Longjun, the protagonist of the bad guys, would jump into the river...

In this situation, if he didn't save her, Wen Shoubin's conspiracy would fail. He could only arrest him in advance, and then ask the uncles and aunts in the army to intervene, so that he could torture the identities of his other "daughters". Anyway, the fun wasn't his anymore.

And if he ran over to save her, his identity would be exposed, Wen Shoubin would realize something was wrong, then in order to avoid problems, he would have to immediately capture all the bitches in the house... His "hahahaha" hadn't even started yet, and it was still over.

"..."

I see you're targeting my heart demon, son of destiny, Long Aotian…

He struggled for a moment, walked to the river bank, and as he watched the struggling in the water weaken, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he cleared his throat.

"Help...cough, the lady is drowning...the lady is committing suicide! Help, the lady is committing suicide!"

The pubescent, raspy voice imitated the sound of a maid, ringing out shrilly. Immediately afterwards, he ran away quickly.

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After several servants frantically rescued Qu Longjun, the woman was already unconscious from choking on water. The rescue process was a mess, but they finally saved her life. Before long, they also invited a nearby doctor to further examine Qu Longjun.

Below, in the midst of the busy process, Ning Ji sat on the roof of the wooden building, looking serious and unhappy.

The Huaxia Army's difficult decade or so after the rebellion, he had grown up in this difficulty since he was conscious. His parents and brothers protected him, but beyond this protection, what was reflected was the incredibly cruel reality.

A childhood friend suddenly disappeared from a certain moment. Some uncles and aunts, who had left an impression in his memory, were only remembered long after their names appeared on a tombstone in a cemetery. He didn't understand the meaning of sacrifice in his childhood, but as he grew older, these memories of sacrifice would be brought back from the depths of time, making the young man angry and even more determined.

He had no sympathy for the enemy. In the more than half a year of the Southwest War, he was resolute in saving people and killing people. The different appearance of the Jurchens from the Southern Han people allowed him to clearly recognize this emotion, allowing him to clearly love and clearly hate.

He originally had the same mentality towards Qu Longjun and Wen Shoubin. He could watch all their conspiracies and tricks in secret, and laugh at them, because on the other hand, he knew very well that once it was time to act, he could kill all these bitches without hesitation.

This should have been a purely pleasurable thing for him.

Using a roundabout method to save Qu Longjun, and thinking about it calmly at this time, made him feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The enemy is not firm, whether he will kill her in the future or not, if she has any hidden secrets, whether he should consider them or not? The young man was unwilling to consider them, but the education his parents and brothers had given him since childhood made him feel more or less uncomfortable. If he had to pay attention to the method of attacking the other party, killing Wen Shoubin but not killing Qu Longjun, then what was the difference from handing it over to the Intelligence Department or the Internal Affairs Department?

Subconsciously saving Qu Longjun was to allow these bad guys to continue to do bad things wantonly, so that he could descend from the sky at a critical moment and make them regret it. But the bad guys weren't bad enough, which greatly reduced his anticipated sense of anticipation. He had been out of his mind before, why didn't he think of this, he should have let her drown, now it was good, he saved an enemy.

Qu Longjun's suicide seemed to have fed him a lump of shit in his subconscious. He sat in the darkness on the roof, looking at the distant Chengdu city with its long lines of lights, thinking about all this with depression. Wen Shoubin had gotten involved with some Mr. Shan, and didn't know where he had gone. He hadn't returned at this time, otherwise he would have gone down to beat him up, and then handed him over to the Intelligence Department - but that wouldn't work either, they were just colluding privately with malicious intent, and hadn't done anything yet, so they couldn't be convicted even if they were handed over.

Or go down and throw that woman back into the river and let her drown, anyway, she seems to be slacking off, and she doesn't even work hard as a bad guy. Moreover, he was the one who spoke out to save her, so letting her drown now would be even, logically speaking, it was obviously correct...

But of course, he couldn't do that.

...Damn, this place is boring!

The young man sat cross-legged, occasionally touching the knife in his hand, occasionally looking at the distant lights, extremely annoyed. At this time, Chengdu City was full of dazzling lights, the city's night scene was showing its prosperity. Many bad people were active in such a city. Ning Ji thought of his father and Aunt Gua, and then thought of his brother. If he could ask them for advice, they would surely give him useful opinions, right?

No, that's not right, maybe they would think that he had lost his principles for a little girl.

There was still a month before he officially turned fourteen. The young man's troubles, under the cover of these lights, became even more at a loss...

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The warm night breeze, accompanied by dots of lights, brushed over the city's sky, occasionally blowing through old courtyards, occasionally stirring up waves among the ancient trees.

The night wind doesn't distinguish between people based on good or bad. As midnight approached, Chengdu's nightlife was entering its most prosperous period - there were not many cities with nightlife in this era. Foreign merchants, Confucian scholars, and Green Forest people, as long as they had a little savings, would mostly not miss the urban pleasures of this period of time.

Crowds gathered in the city's most lively markets.

After the Huaxia Army occupied Chengdu, they did not abolish the brothels and courtesan houses in the original city, but because many people had fled at the beginning, this kind of entertainment industry had not yet recovered its vitality, and it was still considered a high-end consumption with inflated prices in Chengdu at this time. However, due to the addition of Bamboo Records (Zhu Ji), various grades of small theaters, restaurants, teahouses, and even all kinds of night markets were several levels more prosperous than in the past.

For people whose lives were lacking at this time, even taking a few pleasant strolls through the night market was already worth the price of admission. As for the various affordable foods and snacks, they could make foreign tourists feast and cheer with satisfaction.