The setting sun was like blood, slowly sinking into the distant mountains, dyeing the sky a sad and beautiful crimson.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of pine and cypress and the smell of green smoke from burning paper money.
When Yan Cheng entered the mourning hall, he saw Kang Jing wearing coarse linen mourning clothes and a white scarf on his head, kneeling there with a desolate look on his back.
Mrs. Kang's coffin was placed in the center, the mourning hall was wrapped with white cloth, and the guests coming and going all had solemn expressions.
Looking at Kang Jing's back which was no longer straight, Yan Cheng paused for a moment, sighed softly when no one noticed, walked into the mourning hall, and burned incense for Mrs. Kang.
Then Yan Cheng came to Kang Jing. He wanted to comfort him, but didn't know how to say it.
When his biological mother passed away, how could he comfort her broken heart with just a few words like "Don't be sad".
Looking at Kang Jing's half-pale face, Yan Cheng felt that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight in just one day, and his eyes were abnormally red.
Kang Jing was not crying at this time, perhaps because he had already shed all his tears. He did not look up, but seemed to have recognized the visitor from the tacit understanding of many years of acquaintance.
"Brother Cheng, you're here."
With a hoarse voice and a sad tone, Kang Jing's soul was crying and wailing.
Like a poor little animal that has lost its shelter.
Yan Cheng thought that maybe he didn't need to say anything at this time, he just needed to stand here silently and accompany this injured boy.
From sunset to night, when only Yan Cheng and Kang Jing were left in the mourning hall, Kang Jing suddenly said, "My mother was in good health when she was alive. The doctors who took her pulse said she could live for decades, but my father said she died of an acute illness."
Kang Jing lowered his head, and the loose hair on his forehead covered his fox eyes, which were once full of cunning, like a shadow.
"How could it be an emergency? I don't believe it. My mother was perfectly fine, how could she suddenly have an emergency?"
"When I got the news, I immediately went home to look for the servants who served my mother. However, they were all sold out by my father because they failed to serve my mother well."
"I went to see my mother's body again. It was cold and pale. I felt dizzy at first sight. How could my mother die like this? Didn't she want to see me pass the imperial examination, get married and have children?"
"I knew I had to hold on, otherwise my mother would worry. I endured the dizziness and carefully observed my mother. I found that her lips were black. She died of poisoning!"
"I hate it! My mother was such a good person, how could she die of poisoning? I went to ask my father about it. My mother's death was obviously wrong. Why didn't he investigate the cause of her death?"
"But he gave me an irrelevant answer, saying that she should be buried in peace and that he wanted my mother to be buried as soon as possible. He clearly didn't want me to investigate, but I couldn't accept it. How could my mother die so quietly?"
The night wind blows up the white sails, and the whistling sound of the wind sounds like the crying of wronged souls.
Kang Jing finally raised his head and looked at Yan Cheng painfully with his bloodshot eyes.
"Brother Cheng, I know you have people under your command. Can you lend me some of them? My father wants to protect that person. He won't let me investigate further. The prefect hasn't arrived yet. If he insists on stopping me, I can't continue the investigation. Only you can help me."
"I absolutely must find out the cause of my mother's death. I want revenge for her and I want the murderer to pay with blood!"
The shrill roar lingered in the night wind, and Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and said okay.
*
Having slept too late the night before, Yan Cheng woke up later than usual the next day and was a little frightened.
This is normal.
After all, who can remain calm when they open their eyes early in the morning and see a face looking down at them less than twenty centimeters above their head?
Although this face is very beautiful, it cannot change the fact that it scared Yan Cheng.
Damn, what is this guy doing so early in the morning?
Yan Cheng was a little annoyed, and raised his hand to punch that pleasing face that he usually didn't want to let get hurt.
However, before his fist hit the face, he subconsciously reduced his strength.
It would be a pity to ruin such a beautiful face.
The man didn't hide, and his tactful behavior made Yan Cheng feel better.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his white undershirt a little disheveled from his active sleeping posture at night, revealing the beautiful left collarbone.
"What are you doing?"
"It's up to you." Leng Yan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, answered honestly.
"What are you looking at me for?" Yan Cheng was puzzled.
"Look at you."
Yan Cheng: ...
How should he respond to this truth?
"I was kidding." Leng Yan smiled, having just made a small joke. Her appearance was so beautiful that it almost caught Yan Cheng's eye. "I was just thinking about how to wake you up. After all, it's getting late."
"...Next time just yell, I won't be mad at you for disturbing my sweet dream."
Yan Cheng pushed Leng Yan aside and went to the closet to find clothes to wear. Then he went to wash up and tidied himself before sitting down to eat his late breakfast.
Before eating, he asked Leng Yan: "Have you eaten?"
He was wearing light-colored clothes today. A friend's relative had passed away, and out of consideration for his friend's mood, he didn't want to wear brightly colored clothes.
Although Yan Cheng is not picky about clothes and is young, he can basically handle clothes of all colors, but in fact he prefers clothes in bright colors. He likes the vividness of those colors.
Leng Yan got up early, practiced boxing and swordplay, and had breakfast. He had no intention of having another breakfast with Yan Cheng. He sat aside and watched the simple but substantial breakfast disappear bit by bit.
In the end, only some residue was left.
Leng Yan looked at the boy's belly, which was not very bulging, and wondered where all the food had gone.
Today Yan Cheng was going to talk to Feng Guang about Yian Bookstore. Before leaving, he asked Leng Yan and Kang Jing how their investigation was going. It was only one night, so naturally there was no gain.
Leng Yan said that there was no progress yet, and Yan Cheng nodded. Leng Yan thought that the morning communication was over, but he didn't expect Yan Cheng to suddenly stop at the door.
Leng Yan was confused, and then he saw Yan Cheng standing on tiptoe, and a small voice in his ear said, "Am I good-looking in your eyes?"
Leng Yan was stunned, lowered his head to meet the pair of bright eyes, and nodded slowly.
Yan Cheng smiled with his eyebrows curved, and that smile filled the room with light.
The servants standing by didn't hear what the two said, but they saw the mysterious man in black nodded, and their second young master smiled brightly. They were very curious about how he made their young master so happy.
As for Leng Yan, who was dressed in black, the ordinary servants in the mansion did not know much about his identity. They only knew that he was the second young master's confidant and could enter and leave the second young master's yard at will.
The second young master seemed to trust him very much, and Lu Xia, the servant who grew up with the second young master, was also polite to him. With Yan Cheng and Lu Xia's attitudes in mind, the other servants naturally did not dare to do anything to Leng Yan.
Many servants felt that this man, or rather the man between a teenager and a young man, was very mysterious. They only knew his name but had no idea what he was doing for the second young master.
It must be something very important, otherwise why would the second young master attach so much importance to him.
Judging from the way he gets along with the Second Young Master, he is more like a close friend of the Second Young Master than a subordinate.
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