Cheng Ping's legacy

Even though Xiaodouzi is still young, he is used to physical labor after all, and Qin Pei is a weak scholar after all, how can he beat him?In less than a cup of tea, Qin Pei had no strength to fight back. He was pinned to the ground and his throat was pinched, his face flushed red and even slightly purple.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Qian Zhongwen looked at Zhou Wu.

Zhou Wu smiled treacherously: "This young man thinks he's smart and knows so much, how can he be kept? It's better to get rid of him by other people's hands. Anyway, there are orphans and widows left, so you and I can deal with them."

Qian Zhongwen cupped his hands: "Brother Zhou is a good opinion, Qian feels ashamed."

But I don't know if the end is approaching and the Lingtai is empty, Qin Pei is in a trance, recalling all the auspicious things in the past - when he was a child, he read poems and books in the family school, and occasionally he could see his father standing outside the window watching from a distance, his face seemed to be It's a compliment; the adoptive father went to visit at home, and his father's expression of sadness and joy was mixed when he introduced him; on a certain day in midsummer, an adult who looked extremely cold said indifferently: "Master Qin is loyal to the country and died for the country..."

Suddenly there was a soft sound, and the shackles in his throat seemed to be shattered all at once, and Xiaodouzi collapsed softly to the side, while holding his shoulders with both hands, he asked with concern: "Is there any problem?"

Qin Yang coughed for a long time before he came to his senses. He saw a few burly men restraining Qian Zhou and the others, and Li Yinxi was standing beside him leisurely, holding a bow and arrow in his hand.

Qin Pei glanced at the wound on Xiaodouzi's shoulder, and said perfunctorily: "Brother Li is good at archery, it is not an exaggeration to say that he can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps."

Li Yinxi brushed off the dust on her body, and said with a smile, "I was afraid that I might have missed the good show, but now it seems that it's better to come early than coincidentally."

"What a coincidence," Qin Pei coughed, "it just happened to be in time to help me collect the body. I'm really grateful."

Li Yinxi pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his words, and told one of the leading subordinates: "These people are all deranged, keep an eye on them, and watch out for them to commit suicide."

After that, he personally poured another cup of tea and handed it to Qin Pei, and said courteously, "How, the truth is revealed?"

Qin Pei showed the whites of his eyes in a very unrefined way, and walked up to Zhou Wu: "Let me ask you, what was the name of the man who was killed by you at Dutou, and what was his origin?"

Zhou Wu sneered and said, "You're just a scholar, and you're not an official prison guard, so why should I answer you?" He looked at Li Yinxi again, "And you guys, this is abusing lynching, so long in the sky, isn't there no king's law? Is it gone?"

Li Yinxi smiled leisurely: "Oh? Interesting, how dare a person who has his life behind his back dare to mention some kingly law in front of me?" He lowered his voice, showing a very soft smile: "Do you know how many knives will be cut alive? , Do people die?" He was handsome, dressed in white, standing in the morning light, but for some reason, when everyone saw his eyes, they felt nothing but panic.

Qin Pei interjected lightly: "Three thousand."

Li Yinxi clasped his hands in his sleeves, and nodded slightly: "Brother Qin is well-read and knowledgeable, then guess now, how many knives will he need to..."

"I said," Zhou Wu hurriedly said, "That was about ten years ago..."

"At that time, there was no Liuquan Town, and the ferry by the river had not yet been abandoned. After repeated attempts, I went back to my hometown in Jiangzhou from Luojing without success. Unfortunately, when the King of Xishu rebelled, I turned to Mengshan. Went along the river to Wanzhou. It was March, but it was snowing heavily, so I was stranded at the ferry with a few others."

"Ten years..." Zheng Qiniang said quietly, seeming to have woken up from the madness just now.

"All of us were impoverished at the time, and we were almost too cold to move on that snowy night. At that moment, we saw a man, an extremely rich traveler." Zhou Wu said slowly, and the rest of them also It seems to be trapped in the past ten years ago, only the wind outside the window echoes in the house.

"He was wearing a fox fur, with a bundle on his body, and a weapon at his waist. I read from a certain natural history book that it should be a treasured sword from the Western Regions. At this moment, the two people on my left suddenly made an attack. Let's fight."

Qian Zhongwen sighed: "That's right, that's me and Brother Zhao. Later, Sun Ji and Li Chongshuang also realized that they were hard to beat with four fists, and soon the traveler was killed by us. We searched his package , I found that there was actually 500 taels of silver in it, which is a huge sum, enough for an ordinary family to spend several lifetimes."

Xiaodouzi's face was stained with tears, and the veins on his forehead were protruding from grief and anger, and Zheng Qiniang was also on the sidelines wanting to cry.

Zhou Wu continued: "Wu Luxi and I swear to God that this matter will never get out, so they gave each of us 100 taels to seal, Zhao Kui got 400 taels alone, and Qian Zhongwen, Sun Ji and Li Chongshuang each shared 300 taels. And in his arms, we found the box, and he refused to let it go until he died. The box was so weird, we all felt that this person must have an extraordinary identity, and there must be some huge secret hidden in the box. After discussing, Zhao Kui proposed that he stay here to guard the box, and would let us know if there was any news. So the few of us made a blood alliance, changed our appearance and became brothers with different surnames, and this town became Liuquan Town. "

Qin Pei frowned: "I had expected all of this, so when did Zheng Qiniang appear?"

Zhou Wu glanced at Zheng Qiniang: "I thought it was weird back then, but Zhao Da fell into it, so I couldn't say anything. A woman appeared at the ferry that night..." He paused, as if embarrassed.

"And then?" Qin Pei urged without knowing.

Qian Zhongwen snorted coldly: "What else can I do, I will become the proprietress after recommending the pillow mat."

Qin Pei was inevitably a little embarrassed, Li Yinxi smoothed things over for him and said: "Then you went your separate ways?"

"We don't know what happened later, and we have never seen that child."

Xiaodouzi choked up and said, "At that time, my mother and I went to buy some food together, but when we were about to reach the ferry, we saw the group of animals... So my mother let me hide under the reed flowers, and she went to deal with them."

"It's all for me. If it wasn't for me, why would mother endure humiliation and let others bully her all these years!?"

Zheng Qiniang wanted to reach out to reach Xiaodouzi, but her hands were tied, so she could only cry relative to each other.

This scene is really bleak, but Li Yinxi can still laugh: "Brother Yihuan still guessed wrong, this is clearly a conspiracy rather than a cover up."

Qin Pei said angrily: "I'm not investigating the case, I just want to protect myself when I get involved in this matter, and you..."

Li Yinxi ignored him, and only ordered: "Henhu, take these people to Wanzhou Prefecture." He turned around again, and smiled meaningfully at Qin Pei: "Since I have been with you for generations, I can't see it with my own eyes. I want you to miss Chunwei. So..."

"Hurry up, we have to travel day and night."

The author has something to say: There is no need to doubt that the extremely cold adult who went to the Qin family to inform the news of his death was Zhao Zixi, who was the most stable in mood because he was unfamiliar...

And do you still remember that when Zhou Qi planted tea back then, a scholar asked the way at the beginning of the third volume... That was Zhou Wu looking at the sky...

Volume Two: Luojing Chunwei