What are you crazy about?
The capital was bustling with fireworks at night, but Qujiazhuang was deserted. The sky was dark, a gloomy gray, devoid of any color. The red silk hadn't even been removed before a white curtain was laid over it. The candles burned brightly, replaced with incense sticks.
The New Year should be a time for family celebration and joy, but this year it is filled with gloom and solemnity.
"Woo-woo-woo"
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, the curtains were fluttering, and Qu Xiang, wearing coarse linen clothes, was kneeling in front of the coffin and crying.
Two pitch-black coffins lay quietly in front of the mourning hall, and the long black cloth gently flapped against the eaves.
Occasionally there were loud thunders, and the huge house was lifeless. The five people all changed into white clothes and prayed silently.
When Li Jiangxin came back that day, she was still wearing the wedding dress. She looked disheveled and a little tired, as if she had not closed her eyes for several days.
"Where have you been?" Qu Xiang hadn't seen Li Jiangxin since the incident at the Qu family, and his tone was stiff as if they were strangers.
The man said nothing, went up, lit a stick of incense, knelt down and prayed very piously.
Li Jiang wanted to help Qu Xiang up, but just as he grabbed his hand, Qu Xiang shook it off.
"Where were you on the day the Qu family was massacred?" The woman's tone was calm, as if she was expecting something and also seemed to be afraid of something.
The burning paper money was blown all over the place by the wind, and white scraps of paper were scattered all over the ground. Qu Xiang raised his head and stared at Li Jiangxin, his eyes a little red.
Li Jiangxin looked down at the bluestone floor without saying a word.
Qu Xiang sneered, thinking that he was young and blind and couldn't judge people well.
"You'd better pray that the death of the Qu family has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I, Qu Xiang, will cut you into pieces!" The woman glared at Li Jiangxin hatefully.
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Li Jiangxin secretly searched the house but couldn't find the thing.
Grandma Ru has been conscious these days. She came out of the house holding tea, but after walking a few steps, someone covered her mouth and dragged her to the back mountain.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm."
"Tell me! Where is it?"
"You, you beast! You deserve to die! The master and the mistress were so good to you, but you treated them like this. You will not die a good death!" The old woman bit Li Jiangxin's arm, which loosened his trachea and allowed him to breathe.
Li Jiangxin closed his eyes and said, "Since you like your master and mistress so much, then go down and accompany them!"
Grandma Ru knelt on the ground with her legs, blood kept flowing from her abdomen, and she fell to the ground with a plop, her eyes never closing.
Qu Xiang was not far from the rockery, watching all this while crying silently and unable to do anything. She shook her head in disappointment, unable to believe that her wet nurse was dead, nor could she believe that her former ideal husband and the person she loved looked like this.
Li Jiangxin gained nothing and returned in fear.
"Bang!" The young eunuch slammed the teacup to the ground. "Idiot! I shouldn't have given you a chance."
Wen Liang kicked Li Jiangxin to the ground, and Li Jiangxin rolled over while hugging his knees.
There was no rain today, but there was still a cool breeze.
"Will that person really come?" Xu Ning was puzzled. Li Jiangxin was stupid enough to "expose" himself. She didn't believe that Li Jiangxin's superior would come to clean up his mess.
Tang Xixu looked at the person coming from outside the main gate and curled his lips slightly: "Look, he's here."
Xu Ning had a stomachache and didn't hear clearly, so he hurried to the toilet.
The eunuch in brocade robes wore a black cloak, and a waiter carefully held an umbrella for him. Wen Liang lit a stick of incense and bowed to the tablet with an expressionless face.
"Nice to meet you again, Eunuch Wen Liang." Tang Xixu walked in from outside and saw Wen Liang cleaning clothes.
A gray shadow came towards them, and the wind gently lifted the corners of the young man's clothes. Tang Xixu had his hair tied up in a high ponytail, and Wen Liang couldn't see his face clearly. The sky outside was dim and white, and the mourning hall inside was dark and miserable.
"I didn't expect that City Lord Wen hasn't left yet. The master of the Qu family even invited me to his wedding banquet, which he said would last for eight days and eight nights. I encountered this kind of thing just after arriving. It really makes me ashamed." Wen Liang looked at the mourning hall with a sad expression.
Just at this moment, the man who had just held an umbrella for Wen Liang came in. He leaned close to Wen Liang's ear and whispered something.
"Since the Qu family is holding a funeral, I can't disturb them. Please congratulate Miss Qu on my behalf. Thank you."
"You're not here to congratulate, you're here to find this." Wen Liang just walked out of the main hall and saw Qu Yi holding up the letter in his hand.
Wen Liang frowned and glanced at the servant beside him, then stared at the letter.
Yesterday, while crying while hugging her wedding gown, Qu Xiang noticed that some parts of the heavy gown felt off to the touch, a bit hard and soft. She cut it open and found a letter embroidered in blood inside. The letter looked more like a "blood-stained garment," about the size of a woman's undergarment.
The tattered white cloth was covered in densely written names. How many were there? It was impossible to count them, but it was all covered, in all shapes and sizes.
"Are you familiar with these names?" Tang Xixu stopped smiling and started questioning step by step.
Wen Liang remained calm: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"You slaughtered General Mo's 20,000 elite soldiers indiscriminately, and you've forgotten it after ten years. You're really not afraid of ghosts."
The reason why the 20,000 elite soldiers who were replaced by the Mo family army disappeared was because they were all tricked and killed by Wen Liang. Many soldiers fought desperately to escape before their death. Qu Xiaotian admired Mo Wenqing and had been looking for those who died in vain over the years.
All the survivors left their names here, just for the truth to come out one day. Unfortunately, Wen Liang discovered this not long ago. Since they couldn't find the "deserter", they could only start with Qu Xiaotian.
Zhao Mingchang has always felt guilty about the Mo family's "Lonely City Case", and it is a relief for her to find the murderer this time.
"Hmph, you think you can convict me based on a letter written in blood? You are really naive." Wen Liang slowly drew out his sword.
Xu Ning brought out Wen Liang's attendant - Wen Ran, the man who was barely defeated by Xu Ning not long ago.
"Maybe this is not possible. Then you wiped out the Qu family overnight, kidnapped women and let them bleed at will, and induced officials to engage in human skin trade to gain ill-gotten gains. These should be possible, right?" Following behind Xu Ning was the servant who escaped from the swordplay on the night of Qu Xiang's wedding.
Wen Liang narrowed his eyes and said nothing, simply putting away his sword. A face suddenly approached Xu Ning, and Xu Ning was so frightened that his hands trembled.
"Little girl, you're very smart. You were able to put everything together so quickly, and you even thought it was me. You're a good kid." That feminine and handsome face showed a satisfied, sinister smile. Xu Ning liked handsome faces, but in front of this face, she didn't feel any attraction, only fear.
Wen Liang saw that the woman in front of him was pale, and looked at Tang Xixu with his eyes downcast and a murderous look on his face. He smiled lightly and stepped back.
Xu Ning pulled at the corner of Tang Xixu's clothes, still feeling a lingering fear.
"This is indeed not far from the imperial city. Are you the people His Majesty cares about? Even if the evidence is placed in front of His Majesty, do you think His Majesty will believe you or me?" Wen Liang raised the corner of his lips and did not take Xu Ning's threat seriously.
Wen Liang is a close minister of the emperor and a person trusted by His Majesty, while Xu Ning and others are, after all, just a bunch of people from all walks of life. As important officials of the court, the safety of the country is also of concern to them, so of course it is impossible to believe these people's one-sided words, even though there is evidence.
Qu Yi grew increasingly angry as he listened, and immediately jumped in. Xu Ning, watching his friend being pinned to the ground and rubbed, also joined in, sword drawn.
The Qu family, which had been quiet for several days, was once again in chaos.
"So the Xilin Sword is really with you." During the fight, Wen Liang saw Xu Ning holding the Xilin Sword, and felt a little excited and a little surprised.
Soon Zhao Mingshang and Qu Yi were beaten and flew ten miles away. Tang Xixu joined in because he saw that "the battle situation was really terrible."
Perhaps because he was seeing Xilin Sword again, Wen Liang was happy and did not take any harsh action against Xu Ning. Instead, he was playful and teased Xu Ning step by step.
"You old fool, you have no shame in bullying a little girl." Tang Xixu didn't even take up his weapon, but slapped Wen Liang's shoulder with his spinning palm.
"You!" Wen Liang didn't expect that Tang Xixu's internal strength had not weakened at all.
In the middle of the twelfth lunar month, Wen Liang found out that Tang Xixu was poisoned, so he set fire to the inn to make him lose control. He thought that he would be poisoned more seriously and did not dare to act rashly, but he did not expect that his ability would become stronger instead of weaker.
Wen Liang found the right moment to slip away, and the servants ignored him.
That night, the cold wind howled and the white flag flipped again.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I'm incompetent and not well-trained. I can't kill my enemies with my own hands." Qu Yi knelt in front of the mourning hall with a bit of remorse.
Qu Xiang hid behind the porch pillar and looked at his brother, covering his mouth and crying bitterly, then squatted down along the porch pillar without making a sound. The woman beat the porch pillar desperately, her fists breaking the skin.
Tang Xixu ate a quick bite. The mud on the bluestone path was still wet and slippery. He felt dizzy, his steps unsteady, each one unsteady. His vision blurred, and he thought he saw something strange pounce on him again. The large tree in front of him had transformed into a spirit, extending its vines and following the path towards him.
Tang Xixu raised his hands to attack, but his moves were all feints. Xu Ning had sensed something was amiss with Tang Xixu during dinner. The young man was a man who valued food, and indeed, most of the food in his bowl had been left over.
As Xu Ning was speaking, he came out to look for Tang Xixu. After walking a few steps, he saw Tang Xixu practicing boxing there.
What the hell, drunken boxing.
"Hey, what kind of 'martial arts' are you practicing now?" Xu Ning lightly shook the string on her clothes, looking nonchalant.
Xu Ning walked over and felt that something was wrong. Her intuition told her that this person was dangerous, so she ran away.
Tang Xixu saw Xu Ning's face and chased after her like crazy. The poisonous lines on the young man's face spread wildly, this time the color was darker, his lips were completely red, and his teeth were a little pointy.
"What are you crazy about?" Xu Ning's neck was suddenly clamped by someone's arms from behind.
Tang Xixu stared at the thin blood vessels on Xu Ning's neck from behind, his eyes fixed on her, with the corners of his eyes red.
"ah!"
Tang Xixu buried himself deep into Xu Ning's neck, the young man's teeth deeply embedded in the girl's delicate neck.
The sharp teeth pierced Xu Ning's fair skin, and her neck felt like it had been suddenly pierced by two needles. Her brows furrowed tightly. The young woman raised her hand to push Tang Xixu's head back, but the strength difference was too great, and the young man buried his head deeper.
The ends of Tang Xixu's hair were all scattered on Xu Ning's shoulders. Xu Ning was surrounded by people and could not move.
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