Heart Survey

Chapter 7
Zhao Rucheng's family was well-off. He bought a house near the Taoist academy and lived there. There were about a dozen servants serving and living in the dormitory.Du Yehu, on the other hand, once he gets drunk, he can't get rid of it for a while.

Therefore, when Jiang Wang returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the noisy dormitory on weekdays.

After closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the bed on the far left of the dormitory.

On the bed were clean quilts that were folded abnormally neatly, and the material was no different from the quilts of other people in the dormitory.There was no one on the bed at the moment, and never again.

This is Fang Pengju's bed.His family was wealthy, but he never fiddled with trivialities. He shared food with everyone, and was never picky.

The bed opposite Fang Pengju was empty, with a lot of luggage piled on it.

The beds on both sides will be lined up separately, three on one side.

The second bed on the left next to Fang Peng's raised bed was the messiest one in the dormitory.The quilts were piled up randomly, and the scattered clothes were just embellishments. If you sniffed carefully, you could still smell the aroma of wine.If you look down at the bottom of the bed, you can see the neat and dense wine jars.Compared with the environment in which the owner of the bed lived, these wine jars were obviously well cared for.

The first bed on the left is by the door, so this is Ling He's bed - he is always responsible for opening and closing the door for everyone.There were still a few less visible patches on the quilt, but the starch was very clean.

The first bed on the right was Jiang Wang's, and his quilt was in the same position as Ling He.Despite not being back in a long time, the beds were clean and apparently cleaned regularly.Maybe it's Ling He, maybe it's Zhao Rucheng... Maybe it's Fang Pengju,
The second bed on the right next to Jiang Wang belonged to Zhao Rucheng. His bed was unique in the entire dormitory. The bedding and sheets were all high-quality goods from Yunxiangzhai. On the small dormitory bed, there was a tent embroidered with gold threads. .It is a world of difference from Du Yehu on the opposite side.

Unfamiliar people may think that Zhao Rucheng is difficult to get along with, but in fact it is just that his standard of living is too high.Even if you only come to the dorm occasionally, try to be as gorgeous and comfortable as possible.He even spent a lot of money to transform the entire dormitory into a top-notch guest room—if Jiang Wang hadn't beat him up.

Jiang Wang has spent three years in this dormitory since he was admitted to the outer gate of the Taoist monastery at the age of 14.Every detail in the room is very familiar to him.

Things are people and not everything.

Jiang Wang was silent for a while, then took off his shoes and socks, took off his shirt, and lay down on his bed.

He was very tired, very tired, but it was only at this moment that he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

When you wake up, you are floating, and when you dream, the sky is high.

The entire Fenglin City is square and neatly planned.The City Lord's Mansion is in the center, radiating from all directions.The East City is the site of the Taoist Academy, and the wealthy and noble families are in the west of the city.Most of the people living in the southern city are civilians, while the businessmen rich Jia basically gather in the northern city.

Seeing Jiang Wang walk out of the dean's quiet room, Ling He left the Taoist temple alone holding Fang Pengju's body.

When Fang Pengju was alive, he was full of responses and had many friends. When he died, everyone hated him.

He acted vile and vicious, and deserved to be rejected.

Ling He didn't feel wronged for him, but still had some heartache.

He wrapped Fang Pengju's body in his shirt, which was old but well washed.

For his footsteps, it was not far from the east of the city to the west of the city, and the way to the Fang family mansion was also familiar.But Ling He walked very slowly and his footsteps were heavy.

He was reluctant.

He is the oldest and he should take care of his four righteous brothers, but he didn't.

He still remembered the scene when the five became righteous on the banks of the Green Willow River, and the bright smiles of each of the five brothers.

The Lvliu River is a tributary of the Qinghe River, passing around Niutou Mountain, and the water in the river is very clear.It can reflect a young face and a young heart.That year, they rode their horses with swords, and that year they raised their glasses and talked together. They exchanged martial arts skills on countless occasions, and held candles in countless nights.

They agreed to ascend to the inner courtyard together, to ride the sword Qingming together, and to become a saint together.Those memories, those... promises.

Ling He had never imagined that such five congenial, affectionate and righteous people would have a day when brothers would turn against each other and face each other in life and death.

How is this possible?
he thinks.

He didn't understand, but he held Fang Peng's cold body and finally walked to the door of Fang's house.

"What?" the porter asked, stopping him.

Fang Zhai's mansion is very high, high above the ground.

"Oh." Ling He hugged Fang Pengju's body, bowed his head slightly to say hello, "Fang Pengju passed away, I will bring his body back to your house for burial."

If no one takes the corpse, the body will be pulled by the government to the mass grave for unified disposal.That is the favorite place of the Zuo Dao demon, and it is difficult to be peaceful after death.

But Ling He thought it was unnecessary to say that, he was not a person who liked to show merit, and he didn't think it was any kind of credit.

The doorman's expression changed and he slammed the door shut.A voice came from behind the door: "Take it away! The master said he was not allowed to enter the door!"

"Little brother." Ling He said sincerely: "Please tell your master again, no matter what Pengju says, it is also of Fang's blood. They may just be angry for a while and will not ignore it."

The concierge seemed to hesitate for a moment, "I'll ask again... Don't take the opportunity to break in!"

"Don't worry, little brother."

Ling He held Fang Pengju's body and stood in front of Fang's house, listening to the footsteps hurried away.

He lowered his head and said to Fang Pengju's already cold face: "Pengju, what kind of idiot do you think you did? No one will remember you when you die. God hates ghosts."

After a long time, the doorman's voice rang from behind the door again.

"Master said." He pondered for a while, and repeated the tone of the owner of the Fang House: "Dead is dead, what are you bringing back?"

Ling He was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a daze: "The Fang family is a decent family, and Peng should be given a decent honor."

"Master said that the cause of Fang Pengju's death is already clear to the old man. This kind of inhumane and unrighteous person is not the seed of the Fang family!"

"But he is the seed of the Fang family." Ling He said.

"Let's go!" The porter threw a knife coin from the crack of the door, "If we pester us any more, we will report to the officials!"

Those knives and coins fell to the ground, which was very eye-catching.If it is used for a simple burial of a corpse, it is more than enough.More money is a tip.

This is the attitude of the Fang family.

Ling He was silent.

He stopped trying to say something.

He is very poor, poor since childhood.He was very short of money, his only intact jacket was wrapped around Fang Pengju's body, and his middle jacket was patched a lot.He stood in front of the splendid Fang Mansion, like a poor relative who had closed the door.

Holding Fang Pengju's body, he turned and left.

From beginning to end, I didn't look at those knives and coins.

This is Ling He's attitude.

　What's the best way to welcome ridicule?We do not welcome it, we abandon it. - what is the love

　
(End of this chapter)