I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The mist-like dust filled the alleys of Mao'er Lane in an instant, completely covering up the moonlight on that day.

Pei Gong only felt that his eyes were blank, and the dust that choked his nose forced him to lower his head.

The cold wind empowered them, and they didn't show any politeness to others, rushing into the dilapidated ruins.

When Fang Cenxi pushed him twice, and raised his eyes again, the roof had already been lifted to nowhere.

And above Pei Gong's head, there were only a few stars and a bright moon hanging quietly in the night sky, as if nothing had happened.

Pei Gong immediately let go of Fang Cenxi's hand, but he couldn't help but frowned.

Half an hour ago, this place was still a boxy wing.Although the furnishings are simple, it can still provide shelter from wind and rain.

But at this moment, looking up, there are only pieces of broken bricks and tiles left around, broken walls and ruins.

The Zhou family's courtyard, located at the entrance of an alley, was completely reduced to a dilapidated mess after all.

The old elm tree is impartial, and its vigorous branches are pressing on the main room of the Zhou family.At this time, the whole main room had already disappeared in place, and the side room where Pei Gong and Fang Cenxi were located was also crushed by most of it because of the canopy of the tree.

Zhou Xing's family members came here to see it later.

Looking at the disillusioned scene in front of her, Ye felt that the leak in the house coincided with the continuous rain, and the cold weather met the frost on the pillow.

She only yelled "mother-in-law" towards the collapsed ruins, and even though she couldn't lift it up, she almost rolled her eyes and held her breath.

Neighbors were also attracted by the "rumbling" movement, and all of them forgot that it was still a cold day, and moved closer to Zhou's house.

The main room is the room where the family is used to sleeping.

When Zhou Xing was there, the husband and wife, their children, and Ye's mother-in-law all lived in the main room.

Before going to bed in the evening, although Fang Cenxi specially asked Mrs. Ye not to live in the main room where she usually sleeps.

However, the bed in the wing room is narrow and cramped, with dust accumulated all the year round, and it is extremely cold to live in suddenly.Mrs. Ye struggled again and again, and was reluctant to live in the wing room with her injured mother-in-law to suffer.

But where did she expect such a thing to happen in the middle of the night?

She was obviously just so soft-hearted, who knew how could she kill her mother-in-law with a good heart?

This old elm tree has been around Zhou's courtyard for decades, and no one would have thought that this tree would collapse as soon as it said it, and it would completely crush the courtyard that Zhou Xing earned money to repair for the family during the Chinese New Year.

After being unable to recover for a long time, Mrs. Ye collapsed in front of the door, facing the bitter cold wind, and burst into tears.

"Save me, my mother-in-law is still buried underneath."

"Please, save people."

None of the neighbors rushed forward.

Looking at the miserable scene in front of him, who can still not count?

"This tree is old, I'm afraid it will be eaten up by insects."

"The worms emptied the trunk, and the wind blows and it falls."

"I can't find Zhou Xing this time, and the house collapsed again. What a crime..."

This old elm has a long history and a thick trunk.

Now that it fell down like this, it could crush the house over the main beam into waste mud and dust, and it was so coincidental that it smashed across the bed of Zhou's main house.

Even if they were living people, they would probably be smashed into meat bags by the falling ruins at this moment, not to mention the old elm tree that two or three people had moved out was lying on top of the ruins.

That old lady of the Zhou family is probably already dead.

The natural disaster and bad luck came really unexpectedly, and Mrs. Ye was helpless.The two sons and daughters of the Zhou family were even more at a loss for what to do about the changes in front of them, so they could only cry bitterly along with Mrs. Ye.

The courtyard was indescribably chaotic for a while.

Weeping and sighing intertwined, persuasion and shouting mixed.

It seemed that there was an extra gong and drum dojo in Pei Gong's mind. He belatedly looked at Fang Cenxi beside him, but he didn't see it until this time, and the side was already empty.

The cold wind blows faintly, leaving the ruins empty.

Subconsciously, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly cast his gaze around, trying to catch the slightest bit of familiar figure.

The moonlight is still drawn down like a whole piece of tulle, it seems to be glowing with bits and pieces of chill, suddenly fascinated people's eyes.

Pei Gong seemed to have lost his soul, lingering in the crowd, constantly looking sideways.

Fortunately, Fang Cenxi did not go far, he just stood in a place where there were no crowds, as if he was fascinated by the collapsed old elm tree.

The turmoil and noise seemed to have completely disappeared around him.His clear and handsome figure embraced the full moonlight, and under his feet was a shadow stretched into a narrow strip.

An ordinary scented Taoist robe, just put on Fang Cenxi's body, suddenly seemed to have a little more cool charm.

Even Fang Cenxi, who has always been thin, can look a bit elegant and free-spirited without being frail.

Pei Gong then stepped forward, followed Fang Cenxi's line of sight, and looked at the broken old elm tree.

Fang Cenxi didn't look back, but he seemed to be able to sense that Pei Gong was by his side.

He slowly lowered his body, stretched out his hand and gently twirled the broken part of the tree trunk.

"This tree seems to be broken because it was worm-eaten, but there are traces of chiseling at the break."

He looked back calmly, and met Pei Gong's lowered gaze.

When the room was full of charming and absurd things a moment ago, they also looked at each other defenselessly.

Memories are like a flood that has opened its gates, rushing into Pei Gong's mind.

Pei Gong's lips couldn't help but draw a somewhat meaningful arc: "Fang Sizheng means that this is a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster?"

Fang Cenxi's expression was calm: "If all the family members of the Zhou family are staying in the main room today, I'm afraid the door will be wiped out."

He looked sideways at the empty streets under the moonlight.

"Some people, where you and I can't see, they have long wanted to kill the Zhou family."

Pei Gong frowned slightly.

From the time he arrived at Zhou's house in the evening, he already realized that Zhou's house seemed to be really guarded against someone who would suddenly come in.

Zhou Xing disappeared, and the family members of the Zhou family searched hard, trying to find some clues, but they were not accepted by the government office.

Now I went to the government office to tear and tangle, but unexpectedly, when Zhou Xing's old lady was driven away by the office servants, she was kicked and broke her leg again.

And in the middle of the night, they also ushered in the biggest handwriting——

Misfortunes never come singly in the Zhou family, they were completely crushed.

Pei Gong thought about this, and couldn't help but deliberately lowered his voice: "You want to say that the government wants to dismiss Zhou's family, and deliberately doesn't want to go to Zhou Xing."

"Now that you're seeing a lot of trouble, you want to kill them all?"

Fang Cenxi smiled without saying a word, but looked into Pei Gong's eyes calmly: "How? You can see the current situation."

"Baodi is no better than Xianghai. I'm afraid that no one will give Liang Guogong's house a little bit of shame."

"You still want to find Zhou Xing, are you really not afraid that Zhou's family will be a lesson for you?"

Pei Gong glanced at Fang Cenxi: "You want me to let go?"

"Fang Sizheng, even if the Thirteenth Division asked you to come to Baodi under the guise of investigating the case, you don't have to show your fox's tail so quickly, do you?"

Fang Cenxi lowered his eyes and laughed to himself.

"If the third master continues to investigate like this, there will only be harm, no benefit at all."

"If it's really a simple case of fake bank notes, why did His Majesty take so long to choose the person to investigate the case?"

"If it's really just a bunch of insignificant villains who seek personal gain, how can it be worthwhile for His Majesty to release Zongbing Pei's coffin back to Beijing?"

Pei Gong laughed: "What you said is really reasonable, you are indeed the most scheming co-leader in the Thirteenth Division."

"Fang Cenxi, are you determined to work for the Thirteenth Division, come to Baodi to disturb my case, and oppose me?"

Fang Cenxi's lips curled up a bit, and he raised his brows lightly at Pei Gong as if he didn't care: "The third master still thinks so, so naturally it's useless for me to talk too much."

Pei Gong sneered: "Even if this case is investigated to the end, so what if there are only disadvantages?"

"Since you want to find Zhou Xing, if you can't find it, you can't tell Dali Temple. I want to see what other tricks you can play."

"Left, but when the time comes, both of us will suffer. Even if I go to hell, I will drag your inner guard along with me."

Pei Gong sneered as if mocking himself.

He was wrong from the start.

Pei Gong always felt that Fang Lian, the magistrate who sold off the citizens of Jianzhou and fled away, caused Fang Cenxi an unhealable pain for the rest of his life.

He always felt that Fang Cenxi would abandon his father.

But he forgot that from the time he knew Fang Cenxi until now, he had never heard even a single word of displeasure from Fang Cenxi from Fang Cenxi.

It turned out that the young Jianzhou boy who had had enough of being bullied and scolded would still follow the path he had with Fang Lian after wandering around.

"I thought... I used to think that you were different from your father."

Fang Cenxi's smile flickered slightly on his face, and then he disappeared like a wave of water.

He closed his eyes: "The third master always likes to look at people with his own eyes. But don't forget, not everyone in this world is willing to let you see."

"Forget it, you can't make mistakes if you guard against the Thirteenth Division and the inner guard."

"If you have to fight to the death with Fang, then I will accompany you to the end."

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It was already late.

Compared with the noisy Mao'er Lane, the environment in the government office is only elegant and quiet.

Zeng Zhe slowly picked up a piece of snack.

The goose oil and pine meat rolls are crispy and fragrant, not greasy at all. Take it as a midnight snack, it can add a little more flavor to the boring time.

In the huge hall, suddenly came a servant.

The servant did not dare to look at Zeng Zhe, but whispered in front of Mu Zhengtong, the prefect of Baodi who entertained Zeng Zhe.

"My lord, Mrs. Ye of the Zhou family didn't sleep in the main room, but killed an old woman."

"It's because of the people in Dali Temple."

Mu Zhengtong was upset when he heard that, he couldn't help but waved his hands with a stinky face, and urged the servants to go away quickly.

At the same time, he quietly looked at Zeng Zhe frequently.

Zeng Zhe was not in a hurry, nor was he in a hurry.

Then Mu Zhengtong sighed: "My lord, look at this..."

Zeng Zhe raised his eyes, stared at Mu Zhengtong for a while, and then suddenly smiled again.

"A few women and children are easy to handle, but do you think that Fang can be so easy?"

"If you don't kill Fang, you have to finish the game."

Only then did Mu Zhengtong humbly say, "Boss Fan is the only one who can invite you to our small place in Baodi."

"I also ask the adults to give some pointers."

"So that we can handle this matter safely and securely for Qian Shoufu."

When Zeng Zhe heard this, he slowly stood up with his hands behind his hands.

"How can there be any difficulty in this world? It's just the word 'kill'."

"Prefect Mu is a hospitable person. Since Dali Temple sent people all the way here, how could you not leave one behind and let them go back to Shuntian as they were?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you Cang Cang for the nutrient solution~

Leave it to Mr. Xiaofang to drink, to strengthen his body, Pei Gou no longer has to worry about his body: D