set of flowers

In the dead of night, the moon was covered by floating clouds, the lights of all houses were extinguished, Luojing was extremely dark, and only a few stars could vaguely see a figure on Shangxuqiao...

It was a frail woman, her belly was pressed against the ground, and she was crawling forward desperately without direction. She climbed to the edge of the stone bridge, stood up with difficulty while holding on to the railing, and trembling along the railing. Moving forward—she was covered in blood, and the blood and the dust on the ground made her white clothes dirty. She was stabbed in the chest, and every time she moved, the wound seemed to be torn, and the pain was clear.There seemed to be a fire burning on her body, and the heat of the flame faded as the blood drained.But when the flames burned out, her body quickly became cold, so cold that she couldn't stand, couldn't see, and gradually lost hearing...

When she died, she was found kneeling on the bridge, leaning on the railing, with blood trailing behind her.

The person who took the corpse was Xian'er. She didn't hold a funeral for her, but ordered someone to cover the corpse with a straw mat and carry it to the outskirts for burial.She also set up a tombstone for her, and the wooden tablet was engraved with simple five characters: Tomb of Lan Yuxi.

The tombstone is simple, and it may not be long before the wood will rot, but it will last longer than her body in this world.

Two days later, Hua Qianyu inadvertently heard people talking about this matter in the teahouse. He only heard that a woman was stabbed to death, and the government did not pursue it. It was the young man who had fled from Changxiyuan, because he refused to go back to the courtyard, he was accidentally beaten to death by Changxiyuan's thugs.But because of Xian'er's kind heart, she has another beautiful biography.

The rough men talked about Xian'er's bed again with obscene language, Hua Qianyu felt harsh and left early.

Le Yang followed and asked, "Master, who do you think that girl is? Why didn't Miss Xian'er mention it to us?" They also went to Changxiyuan once in the past two days.

"It doesn't matter who it is, but the government's handling is chilling." Hua Qian shook his head, walking on the noisy street with one hand behind his back.

"Of course no one cares about the death of a mere boy." Le Yang said angrily.He murmured again: "If I am killed, no one will hold me accountable."

Hua Qianyu stopped and turned around: "Are you sincere?"

"Son..."

"I treat you like a younger brother, you are heartless." Hua Qianyu pushed Le Yang's forehead.

Le Yang covered his forehead and said with a smile, "I knew that the young master treats me well!"

"Then are you kidding me?"

"Don't dare."

Hua Qianyu shook his head with a smile, turned around and continued walking, Le Yang hurriedly followed.

Suddenly, Hua Qianyu saw a familiar purse, and he immediately reached out to snatch it away—is this?

The man just realized: "Who are you... Give me back!"

Hua Qianyu stroked the remaining blood on the purse, and several fragments quickly flashed through his mind. After integrating the known information, he tentatively asked: "Is this not yours?"

The man rushed forward and tried to take it back: "Give it back to me"

Hua Qianyu sideways avoided his movements, and then asked: "Did it be stolen from the girl, or... murdered to steal money?" His eyes became colder.

The man suddenly felt his legs go weak. He looked at more and more people around him, took two steps back, then turned around, pushed away the man in front of him, and started to run.

Le Yang withdrew his attention from the man who ran away, looked at the purse in Hua Qianyu's hand and asked, "Master, this is..." This is clearly the purse of the son—no, it was obviously given to Miss Yu'er before ?

Before Le Yang could fully react, Hua Qianyu started to run, and with a gust of wind, Le Yang couldn't help running: "Hey, hey! Young Master wait for me!"

That's right, Hua Qianyu thought, since he ran away without denying it, it proved that his guess was very likely to be correct, but...

Hua Qianyu grabbed the man's left arm, and while running, pressed the man heavily on the ground with his knee, twisted his wrist, and clasped his hand behind his back.The moment one knee landed on the ground, Hua Qianyu also stabilized his body with strength reaching his lower body.The man, on the other hand, spat out acidic water and nearly fainted due to the excessive impact.

"You are a frail scholar, how could you think of killing someone?"

The man was still dazed, he couldn't hear any sounds, and naturally he couldn't say anything.

Hua Qianyu waited, and when he had the strength to struggle, there were already more and more people around him.

Le Yang broke away from the crowd and knelt beside Hua Qianyu in the center of the crowd: "My lord..."

"Hush——" Hua Qianyu gestured to him to silence him, lowered his back amidst the noise, approached the man's ear, and asked, "Why did you kill someone?"

The word "kill" shot into the man's ear, making the man tremble all over. After Hua Qianyu clasped his hand hard, he faltered and said: "I...I...I didn't kill her!" As soon as it fell, he raised his momentum and said: "I didn't kill her! This is Luojing, the capital of the emperor. You just say that I killed people without any evidence, and executed you privately in full view. How can there be a king's law!"

His voice silenced everyone who was talking about him.

"I gave her the purse, and it's still stained with her blood. Do you think I have proof?"

"I, I...not me, I didn't kill Ayu, not..." The man kept shaking his head.

"You know her?"

"I don't know, I don't know!" The man became more and more panicked.

"She is not from Luo Jing, and your accent is not from Luo Jing, either. You are also from Jiangnan, right?"

The man kept denying and struggled more intensely, but he couldn't bear the pain that his left hand was almost dislocated. With his miserable cry, he stopped breaking free.

"I'm just, just... ah—" the man burst into tears.

"Isn't it enough for you to sell her to the brothel?" Hua Qianyu let go, stood up, bent down and grabbed the skirt of the man who wanted to stand up, and made the man's face face him.

The man swept away his hand, stood up tremblingly, and said: "She wanted to kill me and I fought back! What's wrong with me! Should I be killed by her! She's just a woman, just a brothel girl... "

With a cold face, Hua Qianyu chopped him unconscious with a knife in his hand, and said: "She was just a good daughter of an ordinary family—a scum."

Among the onlookers, I don't know who applauded first, followed by applause one after another, and some people continued to applaud.

"My lord, this..." Le Yang looked at the people around him, and then at the man who had fainted.

"Send it to the government."

After receiving the order, Le Yang picked up the adult man who fell on the ground and walked towards Dali Temple step by step. Everyone was surprised that his thin body had extraordinary strength.

Seeing the end of the matter, many people dispersed, each busy, and some who had nothing to do wanted to see the future development, so they followed.

Le Yang was so nervous by the "followers" behind him that he couldn't help but straighten his back even more.

Yu'er's death stirred up a lot of waves in Hua Qianyu's heart, and he even wondered if this was the evil result of his not pure kindness - he could detect Xian'er's demeanor and words from Xian'er's seemingly indifferent expression and words. What he really thought was that he just did something that could impress Xian'er again.

The kindness he exerted on Yu'er came from pity, but it was not pure pity.

But at this moment, he, who is highly sought after, quickly dissipated his thoughts of regret—although it is his consistent goal to think before acting, he also knows that there will always be unexpected variables.If he didn't do anything because he was too worried about variables, it would be negative, and he could only learn from experience again and again-now, at least he found the murderer and did the right thing again.And his wisdom, character and future contributions will be immortalized and famous through the ages.

The sense of superiority he was born with does not allow him to settle for ordinary.

"Qianyu?" Ouyang Shuo, who suddenly appeared on the street, walked towards Hua Qianyu. He looked curiously at the man on Le Yang's shoulder and the people following him, and asked, "Are you parading around?"

Qiu Sanniang, who was following Ouyang Shuo, covered half of her face with a handkerchief, followed with her head down, looked up at Hua Qianyu, put her hands down, and saluted respectfully, "Hi, young master."

Someone asked with a loud voice: "Master Hua Qianyu Hua? The current number one scholar, the son of the prime minister's family?"

The crowd exploded.

"The prime minister's? Is it really the prime minister's?"

"Is that the legendary little champion?"

"Isn't it? Did you see that Wen Zhuangyuan fights so hard? Is it a guard?"

"You're so young, it's really amazing..."

Hua Qianyu suddenly had a bad feeling.He needs extraordinary prestige, but not now.

……

After sending off to the government, Hua Qianyu stepped into the house with an ominous premonition.

"Young master." The doorkeeper bowed his head and waited for Hua Qianyu to step through the threshold.

Le Yang, who was holding back all the way, couldn't help asking: "Didn't Miss Yu'er want to go home? Why did she stay in the capital for so long and still want to kill people... Is hatred really more important than happiness?"

"Who knows?"

Hua Qianyu replied perfunctorily. He looked around and saw that his father was not there, so he stepped into the corridor with peace of mind.Then came a servant's respectful voice from behind——

"Master."

Hua Qianyu turned around stiffly after hearing this, and looked at the person who stepped into the door—"Father..."

Le Yang also hurriedly lowered his head: "Sir."

With a stinky face, Hua Jueming said to him with his hands behind his back, "Come with me."

Hua Qianyu could only keep up.Le Yang followed as usual, but as soon as he took that step, Hua Jueming said, "Le Yang go back."

Le Yang could only say dejectedly: "Yes, Mr. Xiang."

He looked at Hua Qianyu's back and thought: I'm sorry son, Le Yang can't be with you anymore!

When he thought this way, he felt a little fortunate in his heart, after all, no servant would want to face Patriarch's resentment.

Young master, take care!

……

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Hua Jueming stood in front of the desk with his back to Hua Qianyu.

"Too conspicuous."

"It's one of them."

"Second... Forgive Qianyu for not knowing."

"Secondly, it is privately committed when it is impossible to judge other people's crimes."

"Father sent someone to follow me?"

"Oh," Hua Jueming turned around, "When you caused trouble, I was in the tea house and saw it clearly." He stopped talking and watched Hua Qianyu's reaction.

Hua Qianyu was silent, his eyes fixed on his admonishing father.

"How does it feel to be noticed? If that person died under your heavy blow at that time, you will attract a lot of attention, and the people will be happy to see a murderous dude die on the guillotine in broad daylight!"

"I've taught you several times to restrain your edge. Have you ever listened to three points? You ran to take the exam behind my back... Even in high school, what can you do at a young age? Your Majesty will not reuse you, you will only give to the Hua family. Invite more suspicion and jealousy!"

"Then for the sake of superficial peace, can I just do nothing?" Hua Qianyu said suddenly, with unwillingness in her stubborn eyes.

——Although he could have thought that he was too young to be an official in the court.

"You..." Hua Jueming sighed, and his tone was softer: "You are still young, showing your sharpness will only lead to trouble. You have accumulated a lot and flourished. Your accumulation is not enough, and you still need to polish it."

"...Yes, my child will remember."

Hua Jueming looked at him for a while, and then said, "Although you are still young and lack of training, in terms of talent and temperament, you are the best candidate to succeed me."

"Brother Mo is more suitable than me."

"His temperament is too gentle, and there are many people who regard the Prime Minister's Mansion as a thorn in their side. Even His Majesty cannot be completely at ease with Mrs. Hua... Your temperament... as long as you sharpen it well, you will be more suitable to roam the officialdom than your elder brother."

Hua Qianyu said bluntly: "My ambition is not in literature, but in martial arts, you know."

"This……"

"As long as the military power is in hand, big brother will naturally have my protection."

Hua Jueming held back a word in his throat, sighed, and said: "It's not easy...well, a man has aspirations, and he should serve the country loyally. You can go if you want. If you want to do anything in the future, you must first Discuss with me and stop acting rashly."

"Yes," Hua Qianyu nodded, "Mother..."

"As for your mother, I will persuade you."

Hua Qianyu clasped her fists in salute: "Qianyu thank you dad."

Hua Jueming looked at him who rarely bowed his head, coughed twice, and turned himself back to a serious look: "Thank you, you will be spared. You will be fined to think in the room for three days, and you will not be allowed to take a step, and you will not be allowed to meet with others. Do not practice martial arts in the room, for three days, read the Tao Te Ching three times a day, and hand it in when the day comes."

"Yes."

"Go down."

Hua Jueming looked at the closed door and murmured: "Silly boy, there are some things that I think you will understand in the future."

No matter how suitable Qianyu is, how capable he is, how high his achievements are—how can the emperor allow my son, Hua Jueming, to hold any military power?

But if you tell him this now, how should a child who has lost his destination move forward...