Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wooden door, which was already dilapidated, vibrated regularly under the external force, and the dust fell down.
After a long time, the sound of footsteps came from the courtyard.
The footsteps were very slow, and there was a pause, indicating that the owner of the footsteps walked very slowly, and after a long time, there was an old voice from the opposite side of the door: "Who is it?"
"It's me." A rough voice came from outside the door.
"Are you Da Zhuang from the east of the village?"
"—Yes, I am Da Zhuang, old man Liu, open the door quickly."
There was the sound of a wooden bolt being pulled from inside, and the wooden door opened with a creak, and an old face poked out from the door. Seeing the strange man outside the door, the old man was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "You are not big and strong!"
A look of panic appeared on his face, and he hurriedly closed the wooden door.
The big man stretched out one hand and gently pressed against the wooden door, and the wooden door could no longer be closed.
"Master, you're wrong." The big man looked at him, shook his head, and said, "It's broad daylight, there are still so many people in the village, and there are three people squatting under the tree opposite, I can't do anything to you So, even if I'm not Da Zhuang, you don't have to be so alarmed—you don't have three hundred taels of silver here, don't you?"
As if realizing what the big man said, the expression on the old man's face regained a little composure, and he asked, "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing pretending to be a big man?"
The big man looked at him and said with a smile, "Is Young Master Qin in there?"
The old man's face changed again, he shook his head violently, and immediately said: "I don't know Mr. Qin, and I don't know what you are talking about. If you don't leave, I will call someone!"
"You're showing off again..." The big man looked at him and said helplessly, "Even if you don't know Mr. Qin, you can just tell me. Why do you have to be so excited? I'm afraid I know you know him, and you close the door and shout Damn, didn't you tell me plainly that Young Master Qin is inside?"
After saying these words, the old man's complexion was already pale and bloodless.
The big man sighed, and said: "Although the young master Qin is not a thing, his surname is still Qin. Even if he dies, he can't just die outside..."
Seeing the old man's face turned paler and his body trembling uncontrollably, the big man froze for a moment, and asked in disbelief, "Is he really dead?"
The shaking of the old man's body became even more severe.
After a while, the big man looked at the old man and said with a tangled expression: "Dead—that's fine!"
…
The Qin family's young master Qin, who fled in fear of crime, came back, but he was carried back.
When he was brought back, he was already dead. According to the inspection by the clerk in the yamen, the limbs of the corpse..., no, all five limbs were severed, with extensive burns all over his body. sieve…
It is conceivable how cruel and inhumane the little prince suffered before his death.
This case can't be solved at all. The body was found on a river beach ten miles away from Kyoto. Well, the police in the yamen couldn't recognize him as Young Master Qin at all.
The Qin family has just undergone tremendous changes, and now they are going to have a funeral. It can be said that Prime Minister Qin sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man. After setting up a banquet, the atmosphere is so lively.
The biggest dandy in Kyoto is finally no longer harming people. People don't have to worry about it. Even some small dignitaries dare to let their wives and concubines go out. The New Year and holidays can't be compared with this happy event.
In the Qin family, the servants and servants are completely blank.
The fifth master of the Qin family supported Qin Xiang and walked slowly into the mourning hall.
After the two walked in, everyone in the mourning hall retreated one after another.
Qin Xiang's expression was calm, and there was neither sadness nor joy on his face, but his spine, which was originally erect, did not know when, after bending down, it could no longer straighten up.
Qin He helped Qin Xiang sit down, and said softly: "Father, your health is not good, don't be too sad."
Qin Xiang raised his head, looked at him, and asked, "Did you do it yourself?"
Hearing this, Qin He's body froze, and soon stretched out, shaking his head and saying, "No."
Qin Xiang refused Qin He's support and stood up from his chair.
He walked out of the mourning hall slowly, and looked back, the eldest son of the Qin family's direct line is now lying in the coffin in the middle.
He turned his head to look again, in the prosperous Qin family, only one of the five sons remained, and the next generation was either affected by their parents, or was too young to be taken back to their natal families by their respective mothers...
The current Qin family, the Qin family with only two people left, can no longer be called a "family".
He wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but he could only make a bellows-like voice, "Hehe, old man, this whole life, this whole life of this old man..."
…
Li Yi is reading a poem, a poem written by Miss Liu Er.
He never knew that Miss Liu Er could write poems. How long has it been since she started reading, and she probably can't read all the words. This jump is really a bit big.
Miss Liu Er stood beside him and asked, "Is the word ugly?"
Li Yi shook his head and said, "Where is it? If your handwriting is ugly, there will be no good handwriting in the world."
He said this not only because of the flattery of Miss Liu Er. Miss Liu Er may not be able to read all characters, read articles, or write poems, but she can write poems that countless people envy. Good word.
Experts like them, if they can't even do things like control their limbs, they don't dare to go out and brag about how high they are on the list...
What's more, her handwriting is very similar to the ones I use most in my daily life. To say that her handwriting is not good, isn't it just slapping myself in the face
An imperceptible look of joy appeared on Miss Liu Er's face, and she asked, "Isn't it really ugly?"
Li Yi said seriously: "It's really not ugly, I swear to God."
Miss Liu Er breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I found a copy of your old handwriting, and I'm still worried..."
"It's not right, there is no artistic conception, there is no rhythm, and it doesn't rhyme yet. In terms of words, you need to think more about it..." Li Yi frowned, looked at Miss Liu Er, and said, "Ruyi, I think—you should still Practice your sword well."
"—"
"Good and evil will be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. If you don't believe me, look up and see who will be spared..." Li Yi ran around the yard, turning his head to warn Miss Liu Er: "Qin Yu has done a lot of evil, and now he died unexpectedly. How miserable is his death?" You also know that if you treat me like this again, until the day when my martial arts surpasses yours, I promise, I will repay you ten times and a hundred times what you did to me today... "
Miss Liu Er held Qiushui, looked at him coldly, followed behind him unhurriedly, "I decided to listen to your advice and practice sword hard."
Miss Liu Er's autumn water is all out of her sheath, and the matter is too serious to be serious. Seeing Ruyi standing at the door, Li Yi hurriedly said: "Ruyi, Ruyi... Don't just look at her, take care of her!"
Ruyi smiled and walked into the room with Li Duan in her arms.
Li Yi looked at the sloppy old man leaning on the tree, and said, "Old Xu, ten chicken legs, ten chicken legs, help me stop her!"
The slovenly old man raised his head and glanced at him, then looked away and refocused on the little yellow book in his hand.
In the whole small courtyard, there are only two people who are more powerful than Miss Liu Er. One doesn't talk about the relationship between husband and wife, and the other doesn't talk about the morality of the world. Miss Liu Er's buttocks will swell when her hands and feet fall on them, and her buttocks will disappear if autumn water falls on them. …
Ass matters, it's best to walk!
He moved all the true energy to the soles of his feet, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, disappeared from the spot, and went straight to the gate of the courtyard.
boom!
Unexpectedly bumped into a figure, Li Yi staggered, looked at the standing doorway, clutching his chest, frowning slightly, looked at his eldest princess with dissatisfaction, his complexion changed, and he said with concern: "It's okay, where did you hit?" It hurts—do you want me to rub it for you?"