Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

"Where's Bihe? Where is Bihe?"

Sun Shangwu was frightened when he didn't see his precious daughter, so he asked as soon as he entered the room.

"Someone's crying in the West Chamber." Qian said indifferently with a stern face.

"What!" Sun Shangwu was furious and shouted:

"Who is it! Who bullied her? I'll skin him alive!"

Qian narrowed her eyes and curled her lips: "Do you really want to know?"

"Tell me quickly! Who is it? I'll kill him!"

Sun Shangwu slapped the door panel so hard that it almost broke apart.

"Okay, remember what you said."

Qian looked at Sun Shangwu with a sneer on her face, and said word by word:

"Su~Qiu~Tong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Shangwu immediately became like a deflated ball.

"What's going on? Please explain clearly."

Qian snorted coldly: "Why, you're not going to skin her alive? Are you not going to kill her?"

Sun Shangwu thought to himself: I have to do it. If she skins me, I'll buy her a leather jacket tomorrow.

"Just tell me what's going on."

Qian was furious and shouted:

"Sun Shangwu! You've seen what's happened to your daughter in the past two years. She locks herself in her room every day, has no interest in anything, and is getting thinner day by day. If she continues like this, no matter how much money you make, it will be useless!"

"Yesterday, your daughter finally went out to relax, and she saw a painting and loved it. Guess what?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Shangwu breathed a sigh of relief. It was no big deal. It was just a painting. He could just buy it. But what did this have to do with Su Qiuting?

"That painting needs bidding. The deadline is tomorrow noon. The reserve price is 500 taels. Bihe bid 800 taels and told the shopkeeper that if anyone bids higher, they must report to the Sun Mansion. Humph! Guess what happened in the end?"

Sun Shangwu probably guessed what was going on, and his mind raced as he thought of a countermeasure.

"That bitch! She knew that this painting was what Bihe liked, and she knew the rules of bidding, but she snatched it from the store and offered a price of 1,500 taels of silver. She also said that no matter who bid, no matter how much, she would offer 100 taels more than others. Sun Shangwu! How much did you secretly give to that bitch? Tell me!"

Sun Shangwu finally understood, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

This is a simple matter. Just ask Qiutong to return the calligraphy and paintings. Qiutong likes calligraphy and paintings, so just buy her ten more paintings as gifts.

Thinking of this, Sun Shangwu wanted to run away.

Qian suddenly stood up, slapped the table, and said angrily:

"Stop! Sun Shangwu! I'm making this clear today! If you don't bring the calligraphy and painting back, I'll take He'er and Peng'er away from here immediately! Don't even think about seeing them again in your life!"

Sun Shangwu has done too much wrong to Qian Shi over the years, and he feels guilty. He knows he is in the wrong, so he turns around and says:

"Madam, calm down. I'll take care of this. You go and rest first. I'll go see Bihe."

……

The third floor of the west wing.

It was the middle of the night, and Sun Bihe was still sitting alone in front of the window, her eyes filled with tears, staring blankly in the direction of the county government office.

"Miss, the master is here to see you."

Xiaochan's voice was heard outside the house.

Sun Bihe quickly wiped away her tears.

"Daddy, come in."

After Sun Shangwu entered the room, he saw by candlelight that his daughter's eyes were red, obviously she had just cried.

"He'er, don't be sad. It's just a painting. Daddy will buy you ten paintings tomorrow. No, a hundred paintings."

Sun Bihe forced a smile: "No need, Daddy."

No one knows a daughter better than her father. When Sun Shangwu saw his daughter's forced smile, which showed that she was obviously very concerned about the calligraphy and painting, he was shocked.

This girl has always been indifferent, but she is so interested in a painting. It seems that there must be something strange about this painting.

"He'er, tell me, what's so good about this painting?"

He didn't know that for Sun Bihe, what was good was not only the calligraphy and painting, but also the person behind her who shared the same suffering as her.

Speaking of calligraphy and painting, Sun Bihe was stunned for a few breaths, then her brows relaxed slightly and she smiled.

Sun Shangwu was shocked.

It has been a long time since he last saw his daughter smile. For this smile, he is willing to go through fire and water.

"He'er, do you really want that painting?"

Sun Bihe lowered her head and looked at her toes. After a while, she nodded gently and said "hmm".

This is not the style of my precious daughter. From childhood to adulthood, she has always been humble and yielded to others, and has never fought with others for things. Sun Shangwu was secretly shocked and asked:

"He'er, what's in that painting?"

"Dad, you wouldn't understand."

Sun Bihe said, slowly walked to the window, looked towards the direction of the county government office in the city, and slowly said:

"Daddy, I want to ask you for something."

"He'er, tell me quickly!" This was the first time in eighteen years that his beloved daughter had asked him for something. Sun Shangwu was happy and quickly responded.

"Dad, the man who wrote that poem is now imprisoned in the county government office. Dad is familiar with the county magistrate. Can you please ask him not to torture him?"

Speaking of this, Sun Bihe's eyes welled up with mixed feelings.

why?

Why do those who are affectionate always get hurt by the heartless?

Why is infatuation always betrayed by ruthlessness?

I think that Feng Yin must be so disheartened that he tortured himself like this on purpose.

In the afternoon, Lai Fu came back with the news that Feng Yin Jushi might be in prison, and Qian had already sent people to find out.

Going to jail for a few buns shocked the entire Sun family.

How could Feng Yin Jushi, whose poems are worth thousands of taels of silver, not be able to afford a few buns?

Only Sun Bihe knew that he must have done it on purpose.

It's just because my heart hurts so much that I want to use my body to replace it.

I really want to jump from the third floor to get rid of this sorrow.

As for what Lai Fu said about Feng Yin Jushi keeping four fairies at home, Sun Bihe understood that for those who have been hurt by love, indulgence is just a kind of relief.

Seeing his daughter crying, Sun Shangwu quickly took out a handkerchief, wiped his daughter's tears, and patted his chest to make assurances.

"This is a simple matter. I'll leave it to Dad. I'll go find Magistrate Zhao tomorrow morning and make sure he isn't punished. But, what crime has he committed?"

Hearing her father's assurance, Sun Bihe felt relieved. Thinking of what Feng Yin had done, Sun Bihe couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sun Shangwu was stunned by the crying and laughing.

"Dad, he just stole a few buns."

"Hahahaha, stealing buns, hahaha, is he stupid, ha..."

Sun Shangwu was halfway through laughing when his beloved daughter pulled his sleeve and interrupted him.

"Daddy, you are not allowed to say that about him!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him. I want to see who stole a few buns just to make my daughter laugh, ha ha ha ha..."

Hearing this, Sun Bihe was about to say that she didn't know him, but suddenly stopped talking.

Don’t you know?

He knows me better than anyone.

I understand him better than anyone.

The pain in his heart is no less than mine.

Only he knows the pain in my heart.

Knowing that there is such a person in this world, Sun Bihe's melancholy was relieved a lot.

It’s as if the sorrow is limited, and the more people share it, the less they get.

Does he know that there is someone like me?

Maybe.

I should go and thank him.

Bihe