Brother Wanfu

Chapter 51
Xifeng Pavilion.

Fu Wen came to serve tea.

The young master in the new clothes is very different today.

Even if Fu Wen is an elm-headed man, he still knows that the part of the young master that makes him elusive is closely related to this girl.

But what is that?

His young master didn't have the time to guess what he was thinking.

It was Qin Tian who asked his first brother, "Did elder brother use that herb-scented ink? I smelled it."

She said, sniffing her nose.

The way she sniffs her nose is like her stupid rabbit.

Qin Shen looked at her with a smile, "It's a good piece of ink."

Qin Tian said naturally, "I asked Chunzhen to look for it for me. She must have gone to her elder brother. Brother Li has done things safely, so this piece of ink can't be wrong."

Praise Li Weizhen again.
Qin Shen didn't answer, but lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Qin Tian seemed to be aware of his subtle changes, but Qin Shen took the topic away from Li Weizhen before she could speak.

"I've been practicing calligraphy recently? Is there any benefit?"

The little girl had indeed spent a lot of time on Linzi recently. When she said yes, Qin Shen got up and walked to the desk.

"Come here, write a few words and let me see."

I heard that she spent a lot of time on Linzi recently. He even asked Lian Zhou to repost his previous Linzi posts yesterday, and brought them back to her when he turned back.

But when he asked her to write, she shook her head.

"I don't write."

"Why?"

"I haven't practiced well yet, the words I write now, my brother must be a joke."

Qin Shen was already laughing, but said.

"I'm not laughing at you, come and write."

He raised his hand and beckoned to her lightly, Qin Tian reluctantly walked over.

His desk is a bit high, Qin Tian is not used to it, but he came, so he picked up a pen and wrote a sentence casually.

Her handwriting is not crooked, but because she has been negligent in practice before, her writing is not smooth enough. The frame structure is like a house without a foundation, erratic.

That's all, but when he was writing the last stroke, Qin Tian was not used to his excessively tall writing, the nib of his pen trembled, and with a last stroke, it made a strange arc, like a man from the Western Regions. beard.

Qin Shen couldn't hold back a chuckle.

This kind of embarrassment is comparable to the drop of ink she dropped in Wei Yunce's first class.

Qin Tian put down his pen in embarrassment, and looked at the brother who had promised not to laugh at her.

"Brother, why don't you count what you say?"

She pointed to the desk, "Brother's desk is too high, my arms are neither high nor low, that's why"

Qin Tian couldn't continue, Brother Pian Di nodded seriously.

"I see."

He said, "I knew it earlier, I should have asked Lian Zhou to bring a small stool and let Tian Tian stand on it to write."

He spoke in a serious manner, Qin Tian was stunned for a moment, and only then could he hear his subtext from the smile that was almost overflowing from his eyes.

She became anxious, "Brother, why are you still turning a corner and laughing at me?"

Laughing any longer, the little girl should be angry, Qin Shen's eyes fell on her slightly swollen cheeks, and her heart also swelled a little.

"Okay, okay, it's mine or not."

After saying that, he called her back to the living room and asked Lian Zhou to exchange tea again.

Then he said to the little girl seriously, "Practicing calligraphy is not a one-day job, just practice hard in your spare time."

He thought of her husband who was in the calligraphy class in the school, and asked a question.

"It's Mr. Mu. When he was in good health, he also gave me a few lessons. Mr. Mu's handwriting is praised by even the head of the mountain, but he is a little stricter on the students."

When he said this, he thought of something and looked at the little girl.

".Did you ever reprimand you?"

Qin Tian's words, in Mr. Mu's place, must not get any good fruit.

She didn't answer, but Qin Shen knew it, the eyes that fell on her face revealed two points of love and pity without him noticing.

But Mr. Mu no longer gave them calligraphy lessons.

Qin Tian said, "Mr. Mu is not in good health and is recuperating at home. A few days ago, another gentleman came to this class."

Qin Shen was surprised, "Which gentleman has changed now?"

Qin Tian was just about to tell him that the new gentleman is Wei Yunce, the eldest son of the Yuan Wei Dynasty of the Jinkehui.

But before he could speak, Fu Wen's hasty voice sounded outside.

"My lord, there is something urgent in Yanzhou!"

Yanzhou was the loudest. Of course Qin Tian knew about it. She also knew that most of Qin Shen's private soldiers were there.

This is an urgent matter, Qin Tian stood up, "Brother has something urgent, do you want me to avoid it?"

"No need."

Seeing him raising his hand to stop her, Qin Tian calmed down and called Fu Wen in.

"What happened?"

Fu Wen's face was pale, it was the first time Qin Tian saw Fu Wen's face so ugly.

He reported back.

"Last night, Mr. Sun's students, Qi Ji and Yin Zi, were arrested by Xing Landong. They had no evidence to prove that they were rebellious, so they tortured them severely. Yin Zining's unyielding death angered Lou Chuntai, and he was beaten alive by Lou Chuntai. died!"

At this point, it seemed that the entire Xifeng Pavilion fell silent.

Qin Tian has never met Qi Ji and Yin Zi, but after hearing these words, he can almost think of the scene at that time.

She couldn't help but feel chills all over her body, and looked at her brother who was sitting at the top.

The gentleness on the young man's face just now disappeared, and he pursed his thin lips with a cold face, without saying a word.

But in the next breath, he slapped the tea table with his palm!
Under the deafening sound, Qin Tian looked at the thick mahogany tea table, a crack appeared on the side.
*
Hidden Forest Village is raining like it has never stopped.

When everyone heard the news, a strong wind blew from the direction of the village entrance, and the wind carried a strong smell of mud, which made people tremble like someone's blood.

He's mind went blank for a moment.

She stared blankly at the entrance of the village.

Just a few days ago, she baked a basket of sugar cakes and a basket of Sophora japonica cakes, and they took them on the road.

Before leaving, Yin Zi was a little embarrassed and told her in a low voice.

"I was really ignorant at that time. In fact, I secretly ate the rice cooked by my wife for my husband three times, and my husband didn't even know about it. If my husband blamed my wife for this matter in the past, it was all my fault. Don't be offended by my wife."

As he spoke, his face turned red.

How could He be surprised?
Yin Zi's family background is not good, his widowed mother dragged him to grow up, he is tall and strong, how can he eat well with the money his widowed mother earned from a tea stand?

He waved at him, "Then tell Master what you want to eat next time, and I will make it for you when I turn back."

Yin Zi bowed to her after hearing this.

"It's good for the teacher not to be angry with the students, next time it's time for the students to treat the teacher to dinner!"

Such a fresh young man, such a shy and honest young man, such an ambitious young man who is only waiting for a gust of wind to spread his wings and fly high.

Now, gone.

He's tears fell down in a flash.

She looked at her husband, only to see that he neither cried bitterly nor shed tears, and was as silent as the sea.

His eyes looked straight in the direction of Yanzhou.

"Good, good, good"

After a while, he suddenly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse as if it had been honed by coarse sand.

"We people don't have any reason to live in vain."

*
Yanzhou.

Xing Landong was a little uneasy.

That Yin Zi's death was an accident.

Qi Ji, Yin Zi and Sun Wenjing have been together for not a day, but these two have been very careful, and they have a good reputation among the local scholars. They just want to take someone, but there is no evidence.

But after Sun Wenjing was arrested and rescued this time, everyone was a little anxious, especially because of the non-stop rain recently, people flocked to the gate of the yamen. Lou Chuntai was so angry that he wanted to organize the people to make trouble, so he asked someone to find a reason to arrest the two of them.

At first, they were just gatekeepers, knocking on the way to see if they could get any important news.

After all, the two of them disappeared these days, most likely they were with Sun Wenjing or even other fans of the prince.

Unexpectedly, these two people did not reveal the slightest rumor at all. Lou Chuntai was so anxious that he sent someone to be sentenced, not wanting to provoke Yin Zi to scold him angrily.

The dignified uncle Guo, who was pointed at his nose and scolded like this by others, immediately became angry from the heart, and ordered someone to torture him.

And that Yinzi seemed to be in strong health, but unexpectedly hit the vital point, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and died.

At that time, the mouthful of blood was spitting on Lou Chuntai's face. If Xing Landong hadn't stopped him, Na Qiji would have been beaten to death.

If so, Lou Chuntai hated him so much that he would hang Yinzi's body on the tower to make an example of others.

The moment the corpse was hung up, the whole city fell silent.

But the dead silence is disconcerting.

"What did Hou Ye say? Can you agree to put Yin Zi's body down?"

The people talking back and forth below shook their heads.

"Master Hou refused, saying that if those common people make trouble again, they will all be arrested and beaten to death."

Xing Landong got a headache.

Ever since following the current emperor from the hidden mansion to the palace, Xingsheng Hou Lou Chuntai has never been in such a predicament.

He thought that everything could be suppressed when he came, but the forces here are complicated, and people like Qin Guanzhong secretly support him behind, so how can it be achieved overnight?

But right now, Xing Landong also knew that he could no longer persuade Lou Chuntai.

It was still raining, and the clouds were hanging over the scalp, pouring rain on and on.

That's all, I heard that the rain in the upper reaches is constant, Xing Landong was worried, and looked at the locations of several river embankments in the map on the desk.

It's not really going to burst, is it?
*
Yanzhou, Nanqing Village.

Because the village is facing a big river, rice from the south of the Yangtze River, which seems impossible to grow in the north, can be irrigated with water in Nanqing Village and planted every year.

Recently, there has been too much rain, and the crops planted in the nearby dry land have suffered seedlings. Because Nanqing Village grows rice, it is not a big deal.

Juanzi had cooked the meal, put it on the table, and covered it with a cover. She took advantage of the less rain and went out to look for the child.

The father-in-law took her husband and brother-in-law to work in the city. When they are not busy, they also do odd jobs to earn some ration money.

The mother-in-law went to the river to wash clothes with the women of several families in the village, and handed over the children of several families to her. The children liked to eat the food cooked by Juanzi, and the adults were also relieved to hand over the children to her. take care of.

Juanzi's own son was only four years old, and he followed the older children to the fields to play.

She looked for the places they usually liked to go, and she saw a few children climbing up the tree from a distance.

She was about to call out, telling the children to come over for dinner.

She didn't want to shout this out, but it was mixed with other voices. The children didn't hear it, but she heard the shouts from the village behind her.

"Run! Run!"

run what?
Juanzi was taken aback, and heard a voice behind him.

"The embankment has burst! There's a flood! Run!"

Before the words were finished, the overwhelming water vapor enveloped the village in an instant, and the sound of the flood rushing down in the distance rumbled.

Juanzi ran to the tree where the children were playing.

"Climb the tree! Climb the tree!"

she yelled.

The older children were agile and climbed up the tree in two or three moves.

The moisture in the village is getting heavier and heavier, and there are still a few young children who can't climb trees and stay under the trees.

Among them was her own four-year-old child.

"Yuan Bao, climb the tree quickly, climb the tree quickly!"

But when she yelled like this, Xiao Yuanbao heard her mother's voice, and instead ran towards her from under the tree.

The cuckoo's eyes are completely cracked.

"Yuanbao don't come here! Don't come here"

But the sound of the flood, which seemed to be galloping like ten thousand horses, completely covered up her voice.

In the next breath, the flood mixed with sediment swept in.

"Ingots--"

Before the words were finished, the waves came over.

In an instant, the child disappeared into the water.

(End of this chapter)