Sheng Fu

Chapter 495 Killing with a knife
After Jing Peiyao heard it, her face was calm and calm, her eyes were like calm lake water.

He said softly: "Prime Minister Zhuyu is in front of you, so you made up your mind and thought about using Yinglong to suppress the battle. That old Confucian scholar is not worthy of such a battle, but it is an honor to die under your knife."

Yu Wenjun suddenly realized, touched his forehead, and said with a bright smile: "Madam's words are very true. It's because I messed up my state of mind. Out of emotion and reason, that old guy really doesn't deserve to see Ying Long's true face."

Jing Peiyao said: "In Yuhua Prefecture, outside Nanling Academy, there is a street called Changle Street. There is a mansion there, three or five servant girls, and two guards."

"Those two guards are no better than Huang Ting."

"At this moment, Wang Changsheng is meditating on the bed. We will go after we finish drinking this cup of tea."

Yu Wenjun's face gradually became tense, and then radiant, as if he smelled the first sound of nature in the morning.

He smiled and said, "Mrs. already knew?"

Jing Peiyao said unhappily: "Don't let go of the shopkeeper for too long. You have a delicate mind, but you are always ignoring some details that you think are not important."

The empress's successor glanced at the content on the letter paper, stared at Yu Wenjun, and said, "Sui Ting died of a madness. He was in his prime, and he was at the peak of his physique and heart. He shouldn't have died like this."

"On this piece of paper, there is the word eating phase."

"Wang Changsheng is old, so it is reasonable to die at the end of his life, but this is too much a coincidence."

"Still dying under a weapon, it's sudden enough, but also enough to comfort people's hearts."

Yu Wenjun supported his back with one hand, slowly sat on the wooden chair, and poured tea for himself with the other hand.

I felt proud, but also felt that the wind in the middle of the night was a little bit biting.

His wife understands many truths and recognizes subtleties. Yu Wenjun is very proud, but also feels a little cold.

Maybe, just thinking too much.

Maybe I really thought too much.

Jing Peiyao looked at Yu Wenjun suspiciously, and asked crisply: "What's the matter, did you lose your mood for a while?"

Yu Wenjun followed kindness and said: "The wound left by Liuxue is unique in the world, and you have to change a weapon."

"In the outskirts of Yuhua Prefecture, there are many farmers. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Their hatchets are good for chopping meat. After they are used up, can they be returned to others?"

Jing Peiyao fell into deep thought, Nan Ren was delicate and cared about the subtleties.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Those who die tonight will have results tomorrow. It is best to use hatchets from other states and counties."

"The land of Hezhou is full of outstanding people. There are rolling mountains and countless people using hatchets. It is a good choice."

The death of a scholar by a woodcutter may not necessarily be recorded in the annals of history, but it will generally become the material of many storytellers.

Yu Wenjun raised his glass and drank a big sip of tea, came to Jing Peiyao's side, took his slender hands and walked out of the hall, and said a little reservedly: "In the matter of murder, it is not good for the husband and wife to appear on stage."

Jing Peiyao glanced at Yu Wenjun lightly, curled her lips and said, "You can also let go of my hand."

Yu Wenjun smiled brightly and said: "Madam's hand is as soft as a catkin, don't let it go."

Jing Peiyao laughed silently, the husband and wife walked out of the hall, stepped out, and arrived at the land of Hezhou.

The starry sky and moonlight in the wild countryside are always extraordinarily clear, there are bursts of sounds from the valley, and there are fireflies flying not far away. Such a beautiful scenery is not worth commemorating, because this is a barren land.

Those scholars and politicians always like to praise the moonlight in the countryside, and the small town girl with her simple folk customs. I don't know if they are praising their hard-working past or something else.

Ordinary people have the heart of a villain, and if there is an occasional wind of simplicity, they will fly thousands of miles.

However, scholars and politicians are overflowing with words of praise, and there will always be poor people nodding in praise.

Yuwenjun's dragon eyes are like torches, and the endless land in all directions of the village can be seen in Yuwenjun's vision.

His eyes drifted across many firewood sheds, the hatchets of each household were similar, and the steel fires were different.

Yuwen Jun Xiangzhong has a short and sharp hatchet with a slightly curled edge, and he will have to sharpen it on the whetstone tomorrow.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand, and a ray of night wind came out from the depths of the night, and the next moment, Yu Wenjun had the hatchet in his hand.

Jing Peiyao took a look, and said with a playful smile: "It's interesting, Wang Changsheng is old, and this knife is also old, but the knife can be sharpened again."

I really don't know how those investigating officials will lock the murder weapon after tonight.

Yu Wenjun smirked and said, "Before you do it, do you need to wake him up?"

Jing Peiyao didn't reply, but glanced at Yu Wenjun contemptuously.

The latter smiled awkwardly, took his wife's hand again, and took a walk outside the village. At this moment, Wang Changsheng should be lying on the bed, but he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Not long after, the couple came to the river, Yu Wenjun looked upstream and said: "The mountain in the distance is majestic and majestic. Tonight you and I see the water flowing from that mountain. The omen is good."

Jing Peiyao was slightly suspicious: "In the past, when you killed people, you would never be soft-hearted. Why did you become sentimental this time?"

Yu Wenjun looked up at the starry sky and said with emotion: "When killing someone, you should have a sense of awe."

Jing Peiyao thought for a while, and said softly: "Stop pretending to be a saint, he should be asleep."

The next moment, it was crossing the void again.

In Yuhua Prefecture, Wang Changsheng's bedroom is brightly lit with candles, and the surrounding area is brightly lit. On the couch, the old man is lying on his back, with his head pointed at the beam, and his posture should be upright and upright.

Yu Wenjun came without a sound and stood at the head of the bed, holding a hatchet in his hand.

He could still hear the old man's somewhat heavy breathing, and immediately, he raised the knife and dropped it, the wound was about two inches deep at the throat, and the neck was wet and bloody.

Withdrew three steps and came to Jing Peiyao's side.

Taking another step back, he left Yuhua State and came outside the previous village.

The hatchet in Yu Wenjun's hand was still bleeding, and his thoughts moved slightly. The light of the bright moon shone on the hatchet, and the originally curled edge became extremely sharp. This knife will be used to chop wood tomorrow, and it will surely cut to a point. Good firewood that burns and burns well.

With a wave of his sleeve, the saber returned to its original place without causing any waves.

Yu Wenjun said: "Go home or go around?"

Jing Peiyao looked around and thought deeply: "There are not many scenic spots in Hezhou. Traveling at night requires a feeling of loneliness. Let's go home."

The husband and wife crossed the void and returned to the bedroom behind the Hengchang Palace.

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The next day, Nanling Academy was drizzled all around, and the distant mountains were foggy. The sound of reading in the academy was still clear and sweet, but Changle Street was surrounded by water.

Xie Yiming stood at the entrance of the street with his brows furrowed. Ji Jian and Chen Xuan went to that courtyard together, but they haven't come out yet.

Fortunately, the old man's family and widow don't live here, otherwise I really don't know how ugly the crying in Changle Street is.

Chen Shouxin stood beside Xie Yiming, his eyes were gloomy and gloomy like today's weather, and he said softly: "Sui Ting is dead, and the old man is also dead, so let's assume there will be no more deaths."

Xie Yiming's expression was thought-provoking. He and Wang Changsheng had a good personal relationship, but they had different positions. In the early years, he also had many banquets at Wang's house. He should be sad.

But he couldn't feel sad, just indifferent.

Replied: "Who knows."

At this moment, Chen Xuan came out from the inside and came to Xie Yiming one step at a time. He said with a complicated expression, "I was killed by a knife. The wound was about two inches deep. There were tiny tooth marks at the end. I died under a hatchet with a curly blade."

Xie Yiming hummed blankly, then didn't continue.

(End of this chapter)