The light of the fire was extremely conspicuous on the pitch-black Mogui Mountain. After a while, firefighters and spectators flocked to the scene. Before the stone door could be closed, the two brothers of the Zhong family stood there in embarrassment with smoldering faces.
Zhong Suifeng who came in a hurry saw this scene, couldn't help but fell and beat his chest. The subjects of the Western Regions were basically there, and the news of Zhong Changye's death could no longer be concealed.
The curfew candles were lit again, and the whole Mogui Mountain was as bright as day, revealing all the secrets hidden in the dark.
"My lord is dead! What's going on here?" Several respectable subjects rushed into the stone room without hesitation, and burst into tears when they saw Zhong Changye's corpse.
"My lord!"
The stone room was in chaos, Lin Xin squeezed out of the crowd with a short body, and saw the guards of the Shen family supporting Shen Lou standing on the edge of the muddy ground where the fire had just been extinguished, and Shen Qirui standing beside him with his hands behind his back, with a solemn expression on his face. Zhong Lu knelt on one knee on the bluestone slab, without saying a word.
"Your Majesty." Lin Xin walked over quickly, and pulled Shen Lou up and down to look around. There were some injuries on his arms and legs, which didn't look serious.
Shen Lou lowered his head and didn't speak, the tearing pain exploded in the altar, the pain made his eyes blurred, he vaguely heard Lin Xin's voice, but couldn't tell the direction. Fortunately, he was used to this kind of pain, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Zhong Suifeng ran over anxiously, kicked Zhong Lu, "I told you to guard the garden, what are you doing to kill Shizi?"
"Lun, it's a knife for killing people, not a watchdog." Zhong Lun was kicked to the side, and he simply stood up and stared at Zhong Suifeng.
The air froze for a moment.
"Okay, Suifeng, now is not the time to worry about this!" Shen Qirui said in a deep voice, raising his hand to signal the guards of the Shen family to clear the field. The tomb is full of people, what does it look like.
Zhong Lu went away with his sword without turning his head, rushed into the stone room and stood in front of the coffin with his sword in his arms. The powerful spiritual power was often accompanied by a terrifying coercion, which shocked everyone to take three steps back. The Xuanyi guards of the Shen family came in and invited out the adults of Wanhu and Qianhu who were crying heartbroken no matter whether they were genuine or not, and the stone room finally became quiet.
Shen Qirui walked in, looked at Zhong Changye in the coffin, and said nothing for a long time. The night wind passed through the stone gate, blowing the white candles on the table to flicker, "What's going on?"
"Father was fighting with someone that day, but for some reason he suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up." Zhong Youyu's eyes turned red, "The medicine and stones have no effect, and the summoning of the soul does not work."
Shen Lou walked in slowly, with steady steps and a calm expression. After receiving his father's signal, he stepped forward to salute Zhong Changye.
Lin Xin stood aside with his arms folded, not intending to salute at all. He secretly thought that he had been busy for nothing, since Zhong Changye was dead, and the Zhong family's disunity was nothing to fear, he really didn't need to confess his identity to Shen Lou, it was really a big loss.
"Oh, why is it so lively?" A slightly noisy voice came from the door, and before everyone turned their heads, Zhong Lu had rushed over in an instant.
The two strands of spiritual energy collided in the air, directly smashing the half-covered stone door.
"Hey, if you have something to say, don't do it!" The visitor held a short black stick in his hand. It was ugly and not like a spiritual weapon, but like a living thing. Killing's killing moves were disassembled one by one.
Spring marks! Lin Xin recognized the spirit sword that looked like a fire stick at a glance, and stared at the man in red with both eyes.
"No more fights, no more fights, your Zhong family will bully people!" The man in red didn't want to take any more moves, so he rolled on the spot, regardless of whether the move was ugly, and rolled directly to Shen Qirui's feet.
"Stop!" Shen Qirui raised his hand to stop Zhong Lu from chasing him, and looked down at the man making faces at Zhong Lu, "Yi Xiao, why are you here?"
Hearing this name, Shen Lou immediately raised his head to look at that person, and said badly in his heart. Master Zhu Xingli, who was killed by Lin Xin himself in his previous life, also had a nickname of Xiao.
"It's not that I want to come, it's Zhong Changye who won't let me go!" Zhu Xingli got up and patted the dust off his robes. The crimson silk and gold jade robes were the usual extravagant attire of the Zhu family in the Southern Region. The pale mourning hall is out of place.
"You're talking nonsense!" Zhong Youyu couldn't help retorting, "It was you who stayed at our house and killed my father."
"Hey, boy, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. I didn't kill Zhong Changye. I can't beat him. You have to be reasonable!" He is upright, like a big monkey jumping out of the deep mountains and old forests, not at all the grandeur of the Zhu family in the southern region who "moves like a phoenix and burns the nine heavens".
After extinguishing the fire and comforting the mourning officials outside, Zhong Suifeng ran in with his head full, and saw Zhu Xingli rolling around in the mourning hall, and suddenly became angry, "Zhu Xingli, what are you doing?" ran here?"
"You didn't let me go out of Mogui Mountain, and you didn't say I wasn't allowed out of the yard!" Zhu Xingli hid behind Shen Qirui, turned around and saw the pale-faced Shen Lou, "Yo, the eldest nephew is here too, why is his face so bad?" ?” As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Linxin who was beside Shen Lou.
Shen Lou stepped forward sideways, blocking Zhu Xingli's view of Lin Xin, and bowed his hands in salute, "Second Uncle Zhu..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly fell down and was caught by Zhu Xingli with quick eyesight and hands.
"This child, why is he covered in cold sweat!" Zhu Xingli hugged him horizontally, feeling someone grabbing his clothes, and looking down, it was the child who had been staring at him just now.
"Master... Uncle, Shizi just got into a fight with Zhong Lu, so I need to find a doctor." Lin Xin tried his best to restrain the trembling of his throat, and looked at Zhu Xingli's young and handsome face without blinking.
The doctor couldn't tell the reason, but it could only be attributed to the fact that the sword was forced to injure the soul, and it would be better to rest for a few days.
Zhu Xingli pouted, "Quack doctor."
"You say he is a quack doctor, but you treat him." Lin Xin habitually choked him.
"Hey," Zhu Xingli circled around Lin Xin, and suddenly reached out to flick his head, "You're kind of funny."
Lin Xin covered the place where he was shot and stared at him for a while, his eyes gradually blurred. It's been a long, long time, and he hasn't heard that voice, nor has anyone flicked his head.
"Oh, why are you still crying?" Zhu Xingli scratched his head, squatted down and looked at Lin Xin at the same level, "Can I bounce it back for you?"
Lin Xin wiped his eyes, raised his hand and bounced back.
"Oh! You really play it!"
The night of farce came to an end, and the news of Zhong Changye's death could no longer be suppressed. The next day, the mourning hall was moved to the vestibule, and people were sent to various regions to report the funeral. The news spread to the capital as quickly as possible, and the emperor's decree will come down in a few days, and the burial cannot be done until then.
Zhong Youyu and Zhong Wumo no longer had to keep watch at night, but had to kneel in the mourning hall during the day, dressed in sackcloth and mourning, to greet and send them off. The Wanhu and Qianhu who came to the autumn tribute in full swing put on plain clothes and black robes one after another.
Only Zhu Xingli was still walking around in a festive red dress.
"Zhu Yixiao, don't go too far!" Zhong Suifeng looked at his attire, shaking his fingertips with anger.
The Zhu family in the southern region likes extravagance, and all the descendants of the direct line wear red clothes. The crimson red crocodile gold jade robe, with a deer glass bead the size of a grain of rice embellished on the forehead, carved on eight sides, exquisite and translucent, so dazzling in the sun.
"Our Zhu family is dressed like this, and it's the same for funerals and happy events." Zhu Xingli opened his mouth and started talking nonsense, "I'm not here to hold a wedding for Zhong Changye, don't get me wrong."
"You..." Zhong Suifeng was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword, but just as he exposed the three-foot blade, he was knocked back by Chunhen who suddenly struck.
Zhu Xingli held the black and shiny fire stick, and said with a smile: "Look at you, if you don't let me go, the weather is like a bastard who drank too much water, why bother?"
"Yi Xiao." Shen Qirui came over from a distance, stopped Zhu Xingli's nonsense in time, patted Zhong Suifeng's shoulder to signal him to hurry up, and said a few words to Zhu Xingli himself.
Shen Lou fell into a coma all night, and the next day he refused to drink the medicine as if nothing had happened.
Lin Xin leaned on the window sill to look out, and saw the master talking to Shen Lou's father from a distance. Based on the time, Zhu Xingli should be looking for him everywhere at this time, and he went to Mogui Mountain to directly manage Zhong Changye's important person, which is really his style. It's just that Zhong Changye died strangely, and Zhu Xingli, who had been at odds with him and happened to be on Mogui Mountain, naturally became the object of suspicion.
Shen Lou coughed lightly, put the untouched medicine bowl on the small table, and made a crisp sound.
Hearing the sound, Lin Xin turned his head, looked at the prince who was leaning on the soft couch with his eyes closed, and remembered what Master said last night. Zhu Xingli is different from ordinary monks. He cultivates very complicated things, such as counting in strange ways, five elements and gossip, engraving formations and drawing talismans, healing and fortune-telling...
According to Zhu Xingli's older brother, the Patriarch of the Zhu family, he is the reincarnation of a monkey, he has no character, knows a little about everything, and is not very proficient in everything.
But heterogeneity has its benefits. He can discover many things that ordinary people cannot see. According to Zishu, Shen's family sought many immortal doctors but failed to cure Shen Lou, so maybe his master can help.
"My lord, I want to go out and play for a while." Lin Xin looked at Shen Lou eagerly.
"...Go." Before he could finish speaking, the child had already ran out in a gust of wind, Shen Lou looked at the medicine bowl on the small table, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
The messenger to report the funeral to Zhu's family will arrive soon, and will also bring the news that Zhu Xingli is in Moguishan. Shen Qirui agreed to make peace for him and remove his suspicion. Zhu Xingli couldn't leave Moguishan for a while, and squatted in the yard digging ants bored.
When he looked up, he saw half a small head protruding from the fence, Zhu Xingli smiled and beckoned him to come over, "Boy, how did you find it?"
"I'm here to ask you how to cure your son's illness." Lin Xin went around the fence, walked up to Zhu Xingli, and stared at the pair of Phoenix-tailed eyes unique to the Zhu family. The Zhu family is beautiful, with phoenix eyes and upturned eyes, but Zhu Xingli is a different kind, and the corners of his eyes are a little down, which should be caused by his own sloppy expression.
"Who are you from Shen Lou?" Zhu Xingli squatted on the ground, level with him. I couldn't see clearly in the dark last night, but now I look at the child's eyebrows...
"I am the prince's attendant." Lin Xin replied obediently.
"Such a small attendant!" Zhu Xingli compared the height of the little guy, "What's your name?"
"Letter, one letter with a single name." Lin Xin lowered his eyes, recalling that when he saw Zhu Xingli for the first time in his previous life, he said the same thing. There was only a first name, but no surname.
Zhu Xingli twitched his brows slightly, his face remained unchanged, he still had the same smile, he held Lin Xin's arm and skillfully touched the bones, "Tsk, what a boy, he has good qualifications, be my apprentice."
I was originally your apprentice, Lin Xin clenched his hands behind his back, "Why should I be your apprentice, what are your abilities?"
"I am an immortal," Zhu Xingli said solemnly, and took out his spring marks from behind, "See, this is a fire stick. I can turn it into a spirit sword just by blowing on it."
"..." Lin Xin was not interested in this, and even didn't want to recognize him, "I am the prince's attendant, so I can't go with you."
"It's okay, I'll steal you away, let's go quietly."
"..."
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Master: From today on, you are my apprentice
Xinxin: What can I learn
Master: You can learn fortune-telling, gossip, chop vegetables, dye cloth, make rouge
Xinxin: Goodbye Manually