The scumbag wanted to wipe out the whole family, but rebirth ruined him!

Yan Qi took the drawing paper handed to him by Mu Xiao, his eyes suddenly widened, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Where did you get it from?"

Mu Xiao has been with Yan Qi for many years, and has never seen Yan Qi lose his composure like this.

He was stunned for a moment, and after a pause he replied, "My lord, I followed the maid of the Zhao Mansion to a small courtyard this morning and found it on the ground."

"A maid from the Zhao residence? Who wrote these words?"

"This……"

Mu Xiao hesitated for a moment.

"I did not see who wrote these words.

It’s just that the maid from the Zhao Mansion seemed to have gone to get this thing, so perhaps this is the handwriting of Miss Zhao.”

Yan Qi did not ask any further questions after hearing this, but his expression seemed to be both happy and worried.

Mu Xiao hesitated for a while before asking.

"Master, why are you like this? Is there something wrong with the words on it?"

Yan Qi did not answer, but walked into the inner room, took out a treasured brocade box, and took out a piece of calligraphy from it.

"You take a look at this first."

Mu Xiao took it and looked at it, and he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

"Is this... the words left by the nobleman that the master has always treasured?"

Yan Qi nodded.

Mu Xiao no longer hesitated and opened the calligraphy.

"In the dust of this world, I would rather love or hate."

The elegant and graceful handwriting came into view, and Mu Xiao hurriedly took the painting he had picked up for comparison.

The calligraphy in Yan Qi's collection is not as good as the one found today, but it can still be seen that the characters are from the same hand.

"So it turns out that the person who helped the master out of his difficult times when he was young was actually a girl from the Zhao Mansion?"

Yan Qi nodded gently.

“When I was young, I was thrown into another courtyard. When I was trapped and on the verge of death, I escaped. I fainted on the way and was rescued by a monk from Jing’an Temple.

Although he was lucky enough to survive, he was so sad and frightened by the death of his mother that he lost all his energy.

The Japanese king went to the back mountain, intending to die, but was saved by a girl.

It was also the first time that Mu Xiao heard Yan Qi talk about the details of that year. He couldn't help but take a breath. How could a person like his master actually seek death?

"It turns out that Miss Zhao is the master's savior."

Yan Qi nodded slowly, as if lost in distant memories.

"That girl did save my life."

He was only twelve years old that year, and he encountered a sudden change. His personality changed drastically, and he only wanted to commit suicide. He lost all interest in external affairs.

For a long time he was unwilling to speak or look at anyone.

But he still remembers that little figure who would bring things to see him every day.

Sometimes it’s a plate of snacks, sometimes it’s a storybook.

The little girl sat beside him and chattered, but he never responded and never ate anything the little girl gave him.

But the little girl was not annoyed, and often said seriously,

"Brother, the saints said: Our bodies and hair are given by our parents, so they should not be damaged. Don't worry, since I saved you, I will not ignore you."

Yan Qi just felt puzzled that the only mother who loved him in the world died in unclear circumstances.

My father threw me here to fend for myself. How could there be someone in this world who would truly care about me just because of a single encounter?

She always sat next to him and talked nonstop, starting from saying that the teacher her father hired was too strict, to saying that the pork elbows in Tianxianglou were the most delicious.

She said that the crabapple trees in her home were the most beautiful in the whole capital, and she also mentioned that her grandmother always said strange things when her mother was not around.

If he didn't talk about family matters, she would read a storybook to him, and she would cry and laugh along with the storybook.

He never responded, but gradually felt as if he was still alive.

Later, as I came here more often, the words I said gradually changed to,

"You are so beautiful. It would be nice if I could see what you will look like when you grow up."

After saying that, he let out a long sigh.

He never took these words seriously until that day when he saw her hugging her mother and crying sadly.

"Mother, I can't leave. If no one is there to talk to my little brother, what if he wants to jump off the cliff again?"

At that moment, something in Yan Qi's heart seemed to begin to revive.

Yan Qi still remembers how she looked when she cried, with her fingers curled up to her lips, her head slightly tilted, her eyes slightly red and tears filling her eyelashes.

He looked so pitiful, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

There are still people in this world who want to live.

Later, she didn't appear again for a long time.

Yan Qi finally went to find the abbot, who took out an envelope and handed it to him. There was a painting and a note in the envelope.

The note only had one sentence: Little brother, the abbot said this sentence to make people happy, I hope you live happily.

Ten years later, the crying figure in the Shangshu Mansion that night gradually overlapped with the little figure ten years ago.

The grown-up little girl still loves to cry, and the way she cries is still so heartbreaking.

Yan Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his stern face seemed to soften a little.

"At that time, I never asked about the girl's identity. When I went to Jing'an Temple later to ask the abbot about her identity, the temple had been destroyed by a fire.

Without Jing'an Temple, no one knows about the past, and the only clue is the calligraphy she left behind.

Mu Xiao suddenly realized that his master had been going to see the calligraphy and painting conference held at Pin Ya Ju every year in recent years.

I just wanted to see if I could find the benefactor from that year, but unfortunately I always returned disappointed.

Yan Qi's hand gently stroked the slightly childish words, and a smile spread across the corners of his mouth.

When he looked up again, his coldness returned.

"Let's investigate carefully what happened at the Zhao residence tonight and find out who the Zhao family detained tonight."

Mu Xiao heard the anger in Yan Qi's words and did not dare to neglect the order and hurriedly took the order and went out.

Zhao Huayin arrived at Mingyuexuan early in the morning, and Minister Zhao and Madam Zhao had just got up.

"Father and mother are well!"

Shen Bi stepped forward and took Zhao Huayin's hand.

"Why doesn't this kid get some more sleep? He came here so early in the morning."

"My daughter remembered that Daddy is taking a day off today, so she wanted to come over and have breakfast with Daddy and Mom."

Minister Zhao had been worried that his precious daughter would be affected by what happened last night, but since his daughter seemed fine now, there was no reason for him to not respond.

"Dad, what are you going to do with that scholar last night?"

"Don't worry, Yinyin, that guy bullied my daughter, Daddy will kill him to avenge you!

Thinking of what Zhou Pei did in his previous life, Zhao Huayin wished she could kill him a thousand times!

But Zhao Huayin knew that around this time in his previous life, Zhou Pei had already written a letter of self-recommendation to the Second Prince, and the Second Prince would send someone to deliver the invitation to Zhou Pei in a few days.

Zhou Pei won the favor of the Second Prince by taking advantage of the opportunity to attend a poetry meeting at the Second Prince's residence.

If Zhou Pei died at this time, other troubles would definitely arise.

"I'm afraid this person can't be killed now."

Zhao Huayin said.

"I met the Fourth Prince when I was arresting people last night. If he died now, it might cause more trouble."

"Master, what my daughter said makes some sense."

Shen Bi also said.

Everyone in the court knew that the Fourth Prince was always ruthless and would show no mercy to anyone who fell into his hands.

Minister Zhao thought for a moment.

"Then let him stay in the woodshed first, just don't let him die. After this storm is over, throw him to the farm. He has injuries on his body, and it is normal for him to die of illness."

Zhao Huayin nodded, that’s great.

Since Zhou Pei cannot be killed now, let him suffer severely!

At night, when Zhao Huayin was about to go to bed, Liuyun came in and reported, "Miss, Xiaohong just sent away the two women guarding the woodshed and brought in some medicine for injuries."

Zhao Huayin snorted lightly. It turned out that these two people knew each other before.

"Just pretend you don't know about this and see how she responds."

For several days in a row, Yu Ying'er ordered people to send medicine to Zhou Pei, but she herself rarely came to hang around in front of Zhao Huayin.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Sure enough, one day, just as Zhao Huayin got up, Dianxue came in to report.

"Young lady, the two maids who were guarding the woodshed knelt in the Madam's courtyard early in the morning to plead guilty, saying that Zhou Pei had escaped."

It was almost time for Zhou Pei to attend the poetry reading. The two of them calculated the time quite accurately.

But what's the use of running away? If I'm disgraced, where will I find a place to stay in this world?

A hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Huayin's lips.