Chapter 10: The flowers have feelings, but the water is merciless
Half a minute later, Wei Changtian had explained the grudge between Xiao Feng and the Wei family.
Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen looked at each other, and after hesitating for a moment, they finally asked the question that had been in their minds.
"Changtian...how did you find out these things?"
Wei Changtian had long expected to be asked this question and had also prepared his answer.
"Dad, I actually set up a small-scale intelligence organization behind your back, and all the intelligence was found out by them."
"I didn't mean to hide this from you, but it was just a small fight before, and there weren't any suitable opportunities, so..."
Wei Changtian showed a look of "shame" on his face, while Wei Xianzhi was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!"
"I was worried about whether you could shoulder the burden of Xuan Jing Division in the future. Now it seems that I was overthinking it!"
"Dad knows everything about Xiao Feng, just don't worry! He can't get away!"
It can be seen that Wei Xianzhi is genuinely happy and relieved that his son "suddenly became so successful."
Not only has he learned to use his brain to deal with things, but now he even has a force loyal to him.
Although Wei Xianzhi was very curious about the intelligence organization that Wei Changtian mentioned, he did not ask much.
As a spy chief, he knew one thing very well.
Never reveal your cards to others, even between father and son.
But since I hold great power, it is still possible to provide some help.
"Changtian! If you need anything in the future, just ask daddy!"
"If you want money, you have money. If you want people, you have people!"
"Let me tell you this, except for killing the emperor, Dad can help you with everything else!"
Wei Xianzhi became more and more excited as he spoke, but Qin Caizhen, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand listening any longer. She rolled her eyes at him and interrupted him, "That's enough!"
"Son, don't listen to your father's bragging!"
"Mother doesn't want you to be cursed and hated by thousands of people like your father."
"It's better to be a bit useless. As long as I can stay safe and sound, that's fine."
"Long hair but short knowledge!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Xianzhi was immediately displeased: "A real man should achieve something, otherwise it would be a waste of his life in this world!"
Qin Caizhen pouted and retorted, "You're the only one who thinks you're a real man? Don't you know what those storytellers call you?"
"Humph! Sooner or later I will cut off their tongues!"
"They were right in shouting."
“…”
The two of them soon began to communicate in "crosstalk" mode again, with each other speaking one sentence at a time.
Wei Changtian, who couldn't get a word in, could only sit aside, but a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
Although it has only been less than two days since I came here.
Although Qin Caizhen and Wei Xianzhi's reputations in the court and the country are inferior to each other.
However, people can feel the sincerity of others towards themselves.
At this moment, he suddenly began to accept this pair of cheap parents.
…
Just when Wei Changtian's family was having a great time, Xiao Feng fell headfirst in front of the gate of the ancestral hall in Houqiu Village.
Although he still had a trace of breath left, if he continued like this, he would probably die from excessive blood loss in no time.
It is already midnight. Let's not talk about whether there will be anyone who has nothing better to do than to go out for a stroll in the middle of the night. Even if Xiao Feng can be sent to the hospital in time, there is a 99% chance that this injury cannot be cured.
Having just escaped from the Wei family's dead end and fallen into another one, ordinary people would have just closed their eyes and kicked their legs and prepared for the whole village to eat.
But since Xiao Feng is the son of destiny favored by heaven, there is no reason for him to die as long as he has the slightest chance of survival.
Sure enough, not long after he fainted, a little girl carrying a bamboo basket happened to pass by.
She was the granddaughter of the white-haired old man who gave the jade token to Xiao Feng.
"Huh? Why is there someone here?"
The little girl stopped in front of Xiao Feng and muttered to herself, "Is Uncle Wang drunk again? Hehe, he's going to be beaten by Auntie again!"
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, wake up..."
She bent down while calling softly, and when she saw the face of the person lying on the ground, her mouth suddenly opened wide.
"Brother Xiao!"
"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?!"
The little girl was extremely anxious for a moment and hurriedly tried to help Xiao Feng, but she soon felt her hands becoming sticky.
“Ugh…Ah!”
When she got closer and took a look in the moonlight, the bright red blood made her scream instantly, and her voice suddenly became tearful.
"Brother Xiao, don't scare me!"
"What, what should I do...Grandpa!"
The little girl dropped the bamboo basket and ran away crying. She must have known that she couldn't handle it, so she went back to find someone.
"Grandpa, come quickly! Grandpa..."
The shouting in the night became quieter and quieter, and the area around the ancestral hall soon returned to silence and darkness.
At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the bamboo basket full of herbs thrown aside, and then a huge centipede as long as a forearm crawled out.
In addition to being larger than ordinary centipedes, this centipede also looks very strange.
Especially its densely packed little feet, which far exceed the number of "centipedes" commonly mentioned by people.
At this moment, this strange thing seemed to be attracted by something. Its target was very clear. After coming out of the bamboo basket, it crawled straight towards Xiao Feng.
It quickly crawled over the bloody broken arm, chest, and neck, and finally drilled into Xiao Feng's mouth bit by bit, coiled up tightly and stopped moving.
Xiao Feng, who had fainted, seemed to feel something, and his teeth rose and fell little by little.
“Crunch, crunch…”
…
“Crunch~”
The moment the door with red cloth was pushed open, Lu Jingyao stood up instantly and looked at the person who came with red eyes.
"Are you waiting for me?"
Wei Changtian walked to the table and poured a cup of herbal tea, then asked casually, "What's wrong? Did you cry again?"
"Xiao Feng is not dead. I thought you would be very happy."
“…”
Lu Jingyao knew that Wei Changtian was teasing her, so she bit her lip and didn't say anything.
The expression on her face was hard to describe, and she seemed to be quite disheartened.
"Okay."
Wei Changtian sat down carelessly and drank the cold tea in one gulp: "You don't have to be too sad. After all, Xiao Feng just made a very normal choice."
"I would make the same choice if it were me."
"Is that so..."
Lu Jingyao laughed miserably, her disheveled black hair covering half of her eyes, and there was no trace of light in her once captivating eyes.
But even though she is so dispirited, she is still incredibly beautiful.
Wei Changtian took a look at her and sighed in his heart that it was indeed difficult to "abandon" natural beauty. For a moment, he even felt a desire to protect her.
But now is the critical juncture of the strategy for Lu Jingyao, and we must not be soft-hearted! Thinking of this, he continued to maintain a calm tone and said lightly: "People are always the most rational when facing life and death decisions."
"Xiao Feng chose to let you die simply because he thought your life was not as valuable as his."
"So don't think too highly of yourself. What you think is deep love is just to impress yourself."
With just a few words, Wei Changtian sentenced Xiao Feng to death in Lu Jingyao's heart.
Seeing the latter's shaky appearance, he knew that this was a good opportunity for him to "take advantage of the situation".
"By the way, I said before that only one of you and Xiao Feng can survive tonight."
"Since Xiao Feng chose him to live and you to die... and he did survive, then you should not live past this night."
"I always keep my word, so...are you ready?"
“…”
Lu Jingyao never expected that Wei Changtian actually wanted to kill her. After being stunned for a moment, she closed her eyes in despair.
She originally thought that since there was no meaning in living, she might as well die.
But as time passed, the fear of losing my life once again came to my mind.
Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and Lu Jingyao closed her eyes tightly. Suddenly, she asked in a barely audible voice, "Can I not die?"
At this moment, she even looked down on herself.
I thought Wei Changtian would take this opportunity to mock my weakness and hypocrisy, but what echoed in my ears were only two simple words.
"Can."
Wei Changtian looked directly into Lu Jingyao's eyes, which had suddenly opened, and said calmly, "I can make an exception for you once."
"But you must remember that you owe me your life."
"You have to pay it back when I need you to in the future."
This sentence was actually a bit unreasonable, but Lu Jingyao didn't feel the slightest bit disgusted.
She wanted to say something, but Wei Changtian waved his hand to stop her.
"Okay, I'm tired."
"You sleep here tonight. I'll go to the other room."
After saying that, Wei Changtian turned and walked towards the door, but soon turned back under Lu Jingyao's complicated gaze, reached out and took out a folded piece of rice paper from his arms.
"I almost forgot about this."
"Well, I don't know how to compose poetry, nor do I understand the rhythm and rhythm of the poem, so you just have to make do with what you have."
"……good."
Lu Jingyao was a little confused, but still obediently took the rice paper. After Wei Changtian left, she slowly unfolded it and held it in her hands.
There were four lines of horrible small characters on the paper, like an unknown poem.
Although the handwriting is ugly, it is arranged neatly, and it can be seen that the person who wrote it tried very hard to write better.
Lu Jingyao looked down, and then was suddenly stunned the next second.
She bit her lips tightly, and read over and over again this short poem which had no rhythm or tone, just as Wei Changtian had said, and a tear as big as a bean quietly slipped down her cheeks.
I originally turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch.
The fallen petals want to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water has no intention of lingering on the fallen petals.
There are two extra sentences... Did he complete them for me? The flowers have feelings, but the water is merciless...
[Ding~]
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Three thousand words, I am so conscientious!
(End of this chapter)
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