Thump! Thump! Thump!
The already broken wooden door, under the external force, made a rhythmic tremble, dust rustling down.
After a long time, the sound of footsteps came from the courtyard.
The footsteps were very slow, stopping and pausing, indicating that the owner of the footsteps was walking very slowly. After a long time, an old voice came from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"
"It's me." A rough voice came from outside the door.
"You are — Da Zhuang from the east side of the village?"
"— Yes, I am Da Zhuang. Old man Liu, quickly open the door."
The sound of a wooden bolt being moved came from inside. The wooden door creaked open, and an old face peeked out from inside. Seeing the unfamiliar man outside the door, the old man was startled, and blurted out, "You are not Da Zhuang!"
A trace of panic appeared on his face, and he hurriedly closed the wooden door.
The big man stretched out a hand and gently pushed against the wooden door, and the wooden door could no longer close.
"Sir, this is not right." The big man looked at him, shook his head, and said, "It's broad daylight right now, and there are so many people in the village. There are three people squatting under the tree opposite, and I can't do anything to you. Even if I'm not Da Zhuang, you don't have to be so panicked — aren't you exposing yourself here?"
Seeming to realize the problem with the big man's words, the expression on the old man's face regained some calmness, and he asked, "Who are you, and why are you pretending to be Da Zhuang?"
The big man looked at him, smiled, and said, "Is Young Duke Qin inside?"
The old man's expression changed again, and he suddenly shook his head, and immediately said, "I don't know any Young Duke Qin, and I don't know what you are talking about. If you don't leave, I'll call for help!"
"You've exposed yourself again …" The big man looked at him, and said helplessly, "Even if you don't know Young Duke Qin, you can just tell me. Why are you acting so agitated, as if you're afraid that I know him, and you're closing the door and calling for help. Aren't you clearly telling me that Young Duke Qin is inside?"
After saying this, the old man's face was already pale and bloodless.
The burly man sighed and said, "Although Young Duke Qin is not a good person, he is still surnamed Qin. Even if he dies, he can't just casually die outside …"
Seeing the old man's face turn even paler and his body tremble uncontrollably, the large man was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief, "He can't really be dead, right?"
The old man's body trembled even more violently.
A moment later, the burly man looked at the old man and said with a conflicted expression, "A dead one is fine too!"
…
Young Duke Qin of the Qin Clan, who had fled to avoid punishment, had returned. However, he was carried back.
When he was carried back, he had already lost all signs of life. According to the coroner's examination, the corpse's four limbs … no, all five limbs were broken. His entire body was covered in burns, and there were countless knife wounds all over his body. He was almost like a sieve …
One could imagine the inhumane torture this little duke had suffered before he died.
There was no way to solve this case. The body was found by a riverbank 10 li away from Jingdou. It had been soaked in the water for a long time and had long changed beyond recognition. No clues could be found. If it were not for the jade pendant he had on him that proved his identity, the bailiffs of the yamen would not have recognized him as Young Duke Qin.
The Qin family had just experienced a great change. Now, they had to hold a funeral. Prime Minister Qin, the old sending off the black, could be said to be extremely tragic. When the people of Jingdou learned of this matter, they were also affected by this sorrowful atmosphere. Every household was decorated with lanterns and banquets. The atmosphere was very lively.
The biggest wastrel in Jingdou would finally no longer harm people. The people no longer had to be on edge. Even some minor nobles dared to let their wives and concubines go out. Nothing could compare to this joyous event.
In the Qin family, the servants wore plain mourning clothes.
The Fifth Master of the Qin family supported Prime Minister Qin and slowly walked into the mourning hall.
After the two of them walked in, everyone in the mourning hall left one by one.
Prime Minister Qin's expression was calm. There was no sadness or joy on his face. It was just that his originally straight back, after bending, could no longer straighten it.
Qin He supported Prime Minister Qin to sit down and said softly, "Father, your health is not good. Don't be too sad."
Prime Minister Qin raised his head and looked at him. He asked, "Did you do it yourself?"
Hearing this, Qin He's body stiffened. He quickly relaxed and shook his head. "No."
Prime Minister Qin refused Qin He's support and stood up from the chair.
He slowly walked out of the mourning hall and looked back. The eldest son of the Qin family was now lying in the coffin in the middle.
He turned his head again. The once prosperous Qin family only had one son left of the five sons. The next generation was either affected by their fathers or brought back to their parents' home because they were too young.
The Qin family now only had two people left. It could no longer be called a "family."
He wanted to look up at the sky and laugh, but he could only make a sound like a broken bellow. "Haha, this old man, this old man's whole life, this whole life …"
…
Li Yi was reading a poem. It was a poem written by Miss.Liu.
He never knew that Miss.Liu could actually write poems. She had only started reading for a short period of time. He was afraid that she could not even recognize all the words. This jump was really too big.
The Second Young Lady of the Liu Clan stood beside him and asked, "Is his handwriting ugly?"
Li Yi shook his head and said, "Not at all. If your writing is ugly, there is no good writing in the world."
He said this not only because he wanted to flatter Miss.Liu. Miss.Liu might not be able to recognize all the words, read articles, or write poems, but she could write good writing that countless people would envy.
For a master like her, if she could not even control her body, she would not dare to go out and brag about her ranking on the Heaven List …
What's more, her handwriting was very similar to the one she usually used. Wouldn't it be like slapping her own face if she said that her writing was bad?
An imperceptible joy appeared on Miss.Liu's face, and she asked, "Really not ugly?"
Li Yi said seriously, "Really not ugly, I swear to God."
Miss.Liu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. I found your old handwriting and copied it. I was still worried …"
"It's just that the tone is wrong. There's no mood, no rhythm, and no rhyme. In terms of words, you need to think about it …" Li Yi frowned and looked at Miss.Liu, and said, "Ruyi, I think — you should focus on practicing your sword."
"— —"
If you don't believe me, look up and see who the heavens have forgiven … "Li Yi ran around the courtyard, and as he ran, he turned back to warn Second Young Mistress Liu," Qin Yu has committed many evil deeds, and now he's dead. You know how tragic his death was. If you continue to treat me like this, when the day comes that my martial arts surpasses yours, I promise, I will repay you ten times, a hundred times, for what you've done to me today … "
Miss.Liu held Autumn Water and looked at him coldly. She followed behind him at a steady pace, "I've decided to listen to your advice and practice my sword."
Miss.Liu's Autumn Water was out of its scabbard. Things could not be more serious. Seeing Ruyi standing at the door, Li Yi quickly said, "Ruyi, Ruyi … Don't just look, take care of her!"
Ruyi smiled and walked into the room with Li Duan in her arms.
Li Yi looked at the sloppy old man leaning against the tree and said, "Xu, ten chicken legs, ten chicken legs, help me stop her!"
The sloppy old man raised his head and glanced at him, then looked away again, focusing his attention on the little yellow book in his hand.
In the entire courtyard, there were only two people who were more powerful than Miss.Liu. One didn't care about the relationship between husband and wife, and the other didn't care about the morality of the martial world. Miss.Liu's butt would swell when her hands and feet landed on it, and when Autumn Water landed on it, her butt would be gone …
Her butt was more important, and it was best to escape!
He channeled all his True Yuan to the soles of his feet, and his whole body turned into a shadow, disappearing from where he stood, heading straight for the direction of the courtyard's entrance.
Bang!
Unexpectedly, he bumped into a figure, and Li Yi staggered. He looked at the Eldest Princess who was standing at the door, clutching her chest, frowning slightly, and looking at him with dissatisfaction. His expression changed, and he asked with concern, "Are you alright? Where did you bump into, does it hurt? Do you want me to massage it for you?"
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