There is no airtight wall in the world. Since the banquet, Qin Daoyan was joined by Jin Ruhai and the prince, and his residence was searched from top to bottom by the Ministry of Punishment.
That day, most of the people in the capital gathered outside to watch the excitement. They saw the government officials carrying boxes of gold, silver and jewelry from the Shangshu Mansion out. From the first light of morning to the sunset, only half of them were counted. Not to mention those over-the-top items used by the royal family.
Because this case is of great importance, three departments and six departments jointly reviewed it. Hundreds of officials stayed up all night to investigate for several days, and finally listed a total of more than 150 crimes, large and small, about Qin Daoyan. It was really difficult to escape his guilt.
Emperor Yan did not give Qin Daoyan any chance to defend himself and plead for mercy. A death edict was immediately issued to the three provinces, and the influential figure who once covered the sky with one hand in the court was completely destroyed. The hundreds of adopted sons and daughters who had been taken in also escaped in an instant under the leadership of Qin Shuang.
On the day of execution, Qin Daoyan was wearing shackles and chains, and his face was covered with white hair. The whole person aged more than ten years in an instant. The eyepatch used to cover the injury was nowhere to be found, leaving the ugly and incomplete right eye exposed to the scorching sun.
He was unwilling to die, and struggled endlessly. He was forced to kneel in front of the execution platform, shouting to the sky with all his strength, with an old and sad voice: "Dog Emperor! The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked, the birds are gone, and the good bow is hidden! You are widowed! I, Qin Daoyan, should have expected what happened today by killing Zhongliang without mercy!"
"Back then, Xie Bi, now I am Qin Daoyan! After my death, I will turn into a ghost and haunt you, causing you no peace!"
When he was about to die, he dared to say anything, including some secrets from the palace. The executioner's face turned pale with fright and he no longer dared to listen. Before the time was up, he threw down the sign and kept urging: "Quickly wring the tongue of this rebellious minister, don't let him talk nonsense anymore!"
The executioner took out a small knife from nowhere, grabbed Qin Daoyan's chin and stabbed it in. The blade stirred in his mouth, and Qin Daoyan's eyes were about to split, he was struggling in pain, and his tongue had been cut to pieces.
The onlookers all exclaimed, too frightened to look any further.
There was a teahouse not far from the execution ground, and three young teagoers were sitting by the window on the second floor. One of the men in black clothes with a silver mask on half of his face heard Qin Daoyan calling Xie Bi's name and said coldly: "Who is he? He is worthy of comparison with General Xie Bi."
The prince sat opposite and also said: "Qin Daoyan pretended to be a good minister before he died and compared with the Xie family. I don't know if the Lord of Hell believes it or not!"
Chu Xinian was keenly aware that the two of them had a close relationship with General Xie Bi. Xie Jingyuan could barely understand it as defending the elders of the same clan, and the prince was also filled with righteous indignation, which was strange.
Chu Xinian took a sip of tea and asked casually, "Your Highness is familiar with the Xie family?"
The prince paused after hearing this, his eyes darting around as he was about to find a reason to cover up. Xie Jingyuan had already answered for him: "In the past, His Majesty asked the princes to go to the army to practice. The King of Jin was sent to the southern desert, and the prince was sent to the west. General Xie Bi happened to be guarding the northwest and taught the prince martial arts for a few days. He was barely able to count. His half master."
Chu Xinian really didn't see that the prince was good at martial arts, so he asked with unclear meaning: "So, your highness must be good at martial arts?"
"Not bad?" Hearing this, Xie Jingyuan seemed to have heard some joke. He chuckled and directly exposed the prince's shortcomings. "He is the most stupid among the princes. He had to ask General Xie Bi to teach him personally."
Chu Xinian raised his eyebrows slightly: "I see."
But there was some doubt in his heart. Xie Jingyuan seemed to know too many secrets, and he was not like an ordinary side branch disciple at all.
When the two of them sing together, they can make people fall to their knees with anger. The prince's eyes turned around Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan, and he keenly noticed that the relationship between them seemed to be different from before, but he could not tell what was different.
It seems...more intimate
The prince took a sip of tea and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a cry of surprise from below. He looked subconsciously and saw a head flying into the air, blood splashing three feet high -
Qin Daoyan is dead.
The executioner killed him with one sharp blow.
Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan watched with great interest. The former was studying why Qin Daoyan's blood surged so high, while the latter simply sneered, feeling that he deserved this.
However, the prince felt that the tea in his mouth was a bit disgusting, and he immediately bent down to spit it out. Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan couldn't help but look at him.
Chu Xinian shook his folding fan and said in a gentle tone: "In public, it is better for Your Highness to observe the etiquette of a gentleman."
Xie Jingyuan was not so good-tempered, he frowned and said: "Swallow it!"
The prince swallowed the tea in his mouth with a painful expression, feeling that he never wanted to go out with these two beasts next time. He couldn't beat Xie Jingyuan with a deflection, and he wasn't as good as Chu Xinian in his talk. He would only be bullied in the end.
Qin Daoyan's head flew into the air and fell directly into the crowd. The people were frightened and fled in all directions. Only a white-bearded Taoist priest stood still.
Everyone saw him slowly stroking his beard, closing his eyes and reciting a Taoist slogan, and whispering to Qin Daoyan's dead head: "There are hundreds of sufferings and tens of thousands of disasters in the world, but now that you are dead, you should be at ease. Don't miss it." In the human world, the soul has returned—"
After saying this, he raised his sleeves and robe, and countless paper money fell down, covering the bluestone street.
Xie Jingyuan sneered: "Pretend to be a ghost."
Chu Xinian carefully observed the old Taoist, thoughtfully, and then whispered to Xie Jingyuan: "Find someone to follow this Taoist priest and find out his whereabouts."
Xie Jingyuan glanced at him: "He's just a charlatan, what are you doing to investigate him?"
Chu Xinian curled his lips slightly: "Didn't the general want to make King Jin fall? This person is the key."
He deliberately tried to hide himself, but Xie Jingyuan was about to ask, but he saw the prince suddenly coming over and staring at the two of them suspiciously: "What are you talking about behind your back?"
The prince must be suspecting that someone is speaking ill of him again.
Xie Jingyuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and stood up from his seat: "It's getting late, and we've finished watching the fun. Let's go back home first."
After saying that, he took Chu Xinian away with him. When passing by Jiuyong, he calmly ordered him to send someone to keep an eye on the old Taoist priest.
In the original work of "Qianqiu Marquis", although the prince has never been favored by Emperor Yan, he still has some kinship. What really caused the two of them to completely break up was Xuan Yeping, a Taoist priest.
Xuan Yeping traveled around in his early years and was quite good at magic tricks. He made a living by cheating and called himself a disciple of the immortal family. By chance, he became the prince's disciple and read fortune for the prince. He said that the prince had the destiny of a real dragon and would achieve great success within three years.
This matter was secret, but for some reason, it reached the ears of Emperor Yan by accident, causing Lei Lei to be furious. Not only was the prince reprimanded and neglected, but Xuan Yeping was also silenced by Emperor Yan. This incident also accelerated the pace of the prince's rebellion in a sense.
Of course, the above is just the unmodified version of the original work. Now that the plot has shifted, no one knows what direction it will develop. The only thing that is certain is that Xuan Yeping is a broom star who is completely harmful to others.
What Chu Xinian had to do was to find ways to throw him to King Jin.
Jiuyong was very quick at inquiring about information, and he went back and forth to report it in the evening. He knelt on one knee outside the curtain and said: "General, the wandering Taoist priest found an inn to stay in Lion Street and set up a stall. He is telling fortunes for others, so he will probably not leave the capital in the near future. His subordinates have already found someone to keep an eye on him secretly. "
He lowered his eyes and looked at his nose and heart, not looking at the two blurry figures behind the gauze curtain. It wasn't until Xie Jingyuan's gentle voice came from inside, signaling for him to step back that he left.
Chu Xinian was sitting cross-legged on the bed, changing Xie Jingyuan's dressing. After a period of recuperation, the wound on Xie Jingyuan's right arm finally scabbed over, making it no longer difficult to move.
He wrapped the gauze and said to Xie Jingyuan: "The injury is finally getting better. How about the general going with me to meet the wandering Taoist priest tomorrow?"
Xie Jingyuan fell on Chu Xinian's lap, looked up at him, and flicked his Adam's apple with his fingertips: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Chu Xinian pinched his hand that was moving around, brought it to his lips and kissed it: "The general will know tomorrow."
Although the two of them had already expressed their feelings, because Xie Jingyuan was injured, they at most slept together and did nothing else. Chu Xinian's clothes were half-undressed, his black hair was scattered, and there was a smile on his lips. This action made by him was inexplicably seductive.
Seeing this, Xie Jingyuan moved his fingertips and his ears felt inexplicably hot. He stretched out his hand to wrap around Chu Xinian's neck, slowly tightening it, and said in a hoarse voice: "Chu Xinian..."
The hint is very strong.
Of course, Chu Xinian understood what he meant, held Xie Jingyuan's flexible waist, lowered his head and kissed him directly. After sleeping together for several days, they had already become extremely skilled at kissing. Their lips and tongues were intertwined, and the sound was ambiguous, but they did not want to separate for a long time.
They fell unconsciously between the sheets. Xie Jingyuan wrapped his arms around Chu Xinian's waist, like a snake swallowing its core, ready to start feasting on his prey... Or maybe he was the one being feasted on.
Chu Xinian untied Xie Jingyuan's clothes and kissed his injured face. Xie Jingyuan turned his head unnaturally to avoid it, pointed at his flawless left cheek, and gestured: "Kiss here."
Chu Xinian chuckled when he heard this. He gently swept the tip of his warm tongue over the uneven scars on Xie Jingyuan's face, bit his earlobe and said, "I prefer to kiss here..."
The remaining breath hung in his ears, causing a shiver.
Xie Jingyuan closed his eyes and raised his head. His fragile Adam's apple was exposed to the air, rolling up and down, and his breathing was messed up by Chu Xinian's familiar kissing skills. It was a lie in his heart to say that it was not useful, but he said in his mouth: "Do you have some strange hobby? You don't like beautiful things, but you prefer ugly ones."
Young Chu Xi caressed the side of his face and said, "This half of the face has suffered a lot for the general. I want to kiss this side personally."
Xie Jingyuan curled his lips, pulled down Chu Xinian's neck, kissed his ear gently, and said explicit words: "This is not the only injury on this general's body..."
When Chu Xinian heard this, his hand around Xie Jingyuan's waist tightened suddenly, causing him to groan: "Of course I know how many injuries the general has."
When Xie Jingyuan heard this, before he could speak, he was suddenly turned over by Chu Xinian. His shoulders felt itchy, and dense kisses fell like raindrops. The wetness was tantalizing, and a trembling sensation spread from the top of the head to the tailbone, spreading throughout the body.
"Well… "
Xie Jingyuan groaned lowly and tightened his grip on the quilt beneath him. He chanted Chu Xinian's name over and over again, not knowing what to say. He was like a trapped animal in a cage, unable to escape.
"Chu Xinian... Chu Xinian..."
He tried his best to turn around, trying to see the other person's face clearly in the dim light of the candle. However, the only response he received was a wet kiss that climbed to his ear, with a hint of comfort.
Xie Jingyuan had many injuries on his body, some were healed and some were not. The criss-crossing roads symbolize the dangers of the mountains of corpses crawling out of the sea of blood in the past.
Chu Xinian kissed Xie Jingyuan one by one, and finally turned Xie Jingyuan over, regaining the contact between lips and teeth, and asked in an indistinct voice: "How was the general's face... injured...?"
When Xie Jingyuan heard this, his figure suddenly stiffened, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on him, and he was completely chilled.
Chu Xinian slowly stopped kissing and looked at him quietly in the dim candlelight without rushing. The air suddenly fell into silence, with only the gauze swaying gently.
“…”
Xie Jingyuan didn't know how to organize his words and told Chu Xinian about his complicated past. After a moment, he said slowly: "I'll tell you next time."
These two words are used quite mysteriously. next time? Which next time
Fortunately, Chu Xinian did not continue to ask: "...Okay, let's wait until you want to say what you want to say."
After he finished speaking, he took Xie Jingyuan into his arms, pulled up the quilt and prepared to rest.
Xie Jingyuan smelled the cold breath of Chu Xinian's clothes and felt it was as addictive as poison. He reached out with the tip of his tongue and licked Chu Xinian's Adam's apple, leaving a wet mark, a silent hint that he wanted to be closer to the other person.
But Chu Xinian held him down, smiled slightly, and said in a gentle voice: "Next time."
Xie Jingyuan: "..."
They rested early, completely forgetting that they had just ordered Skylark to bring some plates of cakes. So when Skylark came back from the kitchen, he saw that the candlelight had been extinguished through the window, and he couldn't help but froze on the spot.
She was holding a tray in her hand, with several plates of delicate snacks on it, which were still warm. Just when Yunque was hesitating whether to send him in or not, Jiuyong raised his sword and blocked the door. He said in an incomprehensible voice: "Master has rested."
It was okay to disturb Chu Xinian, but Xie Jingyuan was not a good-tempered person.
When Yunque heard this, he glanced at Jiuyong, but he didn't say anything, nor did he express his cold eyebrows as usual. She leaned over and placed the tray on the ground, then straightened her skirt, sat down on the stone steps, and kept vigil as before.
The military discipline of the General's Mansion is very strict, and the guards are not allowed to move without permission while guarding the door. Skylark didn't have so many rules. She picked a few slender grass blades and sat in front of the door, bowing her head and weaving crickets. The lantern above her head shed light, and her nose cast a faint shadow on her face, which was extremely delicate.
Yunque remembered that Chu Xinian asked him to talk to Jiuyong, and he didn't know how to speak. It wasn't until a straw cricket was gradually taking shape under his hands that he asked Jiuyong in a low voice, as if unintentionally: "Master Jiuyong, how long have you been following General Xie? I see that he trusts you very much."
For the first time, she was so polite and no longer called him coffin face or ice cube face. Instead, he was called "Sir" politely.
Jiuyong never chatted when he was on duty. He frowned and said nothing.
#social fear pk cold man#
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yunque felt a little discouraged. She thought that it would be extremely difficult for her to find out Xie Jingyuan's identity from Jiuyong. The other party always thought she was a spy, so how could she reveal it so easily.
The moon is frosty white, and it is inevitably a bit cold at night. Skylark moved his legs, thinking that he should go back to the room first and look for opportunities next time. However, before he could take action, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Twelve years."
After hearing this, Yunque paused and subconsciously looked at Jiuyong. Only then did he realize that he was answering what he just said, and he was a little at a loss for a moment. She pinched the hem of her skirt slightly nervously, laughed twice, and then continued to talk: "Yes... really? I heard that you were rescued from the battlefield by General Xie. Have you also fought in the war? Where did you fight?" "
Yunque heard about the fact that Jiuyong was rescued from the battlefield by Xie Jingyuan from the mouth of the nun in the house. He is not afraid if the other party questions him.
Jiuyong didn't want to talk much, but he saw Yunque sitting on the steps with his knees in his arms, looking up at him with a pair of almond-shaped eyes. It seemed that he would not give up until he answered. He frowned and said two words: "Northwest."
After he finished speaking, when Yunque was about to speak again, he circled the long sword and pointed it directly at her, saying coldly: "Didn't your master tell you not to talk too much during the night watch?"
Skylark was startled when he saw him suddenly drawing out his sword. Subconsciously, he leaned back, stood up from the steps, and took two steps back with a guilty conscience: "Master Jiuyong, you misunderstood, I wanted to say... If you are hungry, I will leave these snacks for you."
After saying that, she pointed to the exquisite pastries on the steps, glanced at him again, turned around and ran away with her skirt in hand.
When the guards on the side saw this, they couldn't help but whisper: "I didn't expect that a girl like Jiuyong, a stupid idiot, would like him."
Every word is spoken in a very low tone. But Jiuyong's ears were very sensitive and he heard clearly. He couldn't help but pause: "..."
Lion Street is located at the entrance to the downtown area and is bustling with people and merchants. When Xuan Yeping first arrived in the capital, he had no money, so he set up a fortune-telling stall at the street corner and read fortunes for people, but it was a matter of opinion.
He had just set up his stall that day, and before his business could open, he saw another fortune-telling stall next to him.
The stall owner is a man in Taoist robes. His hair is tied up in a high bun and held up with a red sandalwood hairpin. There are two strands of white hair on the temples, and even the beard is white. He was such an immortal person that he sat there without saying a word since setting up the stall, which was really strange.
Behind him was a man in black with a hat on his head, whose face could not be seen clearly. I just feel that he has a cold temperament, holding a sword in both hands, like a man in the rivers and lakes.
These two people are clearly Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan.
The little thief Qianqian is good at the art of disguise. When Chu Xinian captured her back to his house, he also searched out the things she used to disguise herself. Wigs, fake beards, and skin wax made from unknown materials came in handy today.
Chu Xinian took Xie Jingyuan to disguise himself and deliberately set up a stall next to Xuan Yeping in order to "steal business" from him. The sign in front of the stall only says one sentence -
Tell fortunes by chance, without taking any money.
Xie Jingyuan's eyelids twitched when he saw Chu Xi's old spirit sitting on the street pretending to be an old man with a white beard: "You asked me to come with you so early in the morning just to show off?"
Chu Xinian put his finger to his lips, signaling him to be calm: "General, just wait for the fish to take the bait."
It's the morning market now, and there aren't many people coming and going. They sat in silence for about an hour, and finally the business came. I saw a rich man wearing a square hat walking up to the stalls of Chu Xinian and Xuan Yeping. He looked left and right, seemingly hesitant, not knowing who to deal with.
Chu Xinian remained motionless and meditated with his eyes closed.
Xuan Yeping couldn't hold himself back and took the initiative to solicit business: "I wonder what your distinguished guest wants to do?"
The fat rich man chuckled and simply sat in front of his stall. He revealed his bully behavior in his words: "I am not short of money, but I have never told fortunes. Look at the novelty. If you are right, you will get nothing. Young Master, if your calculation is wrong, don’t blame me for taking you to the government.”
Not far behind him stood several servants, tall and round. At first glance, he is not someone to be trifled with.
Xuan Yeping couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart, thinking that he was in trouble.
When the people around him saw that the famous scoundrel from Lion Street was telling fortunes here, they all gathered around with great interest, intending to watch the fun.
The fat rich man rolled up his sleeves and asked Xuan Yeping with shrewd eyes: "Old Taoist, can you figure out what my last name is?"
Xuan Yeping had always only considered other people's seals to be blackened and bloody disasters, how could he predict such a thing. Hearing this, he secretly complained in his heart, pointing his fingers and pretending to calculate, but he stuttered and couldn't explain why.
The fat rich man asked again: "Then do you know where I come from?"
Xuan Yeping stuttered again.
Upon seeing this, the fat rich man slammed the table angrily, and was about to have his stall removed when a slow voice suddenly sounded in his ears -
"This gentleman's surname is Zhou. He came from the south. His flesh and blood were sold in the rouge pile, and his family's wealth was lost in it. Is it right to be ignorant and poor?"
The fat rich man followed the sound and saw that the person speaking was the fortune teller at the stall next to him.