Happy Little Scholar

[PS: I am not happy that this plot has not been published all at once. This chapter was originally written in the morning and saved for tomorrow. After thinking about it, I posted it directly. Tomorrow's update will probably be at night, so everyone still doesn't need it during the day. wait. 】

"How is that possible?" Cui Xixin looked pale and horrified, "Really, really dead? How did he die?"

The detective once again stretched out his hand to explore the woman's nose on the bed, then carefully checked her neck, and said with difficulty: "She was strangled to death by... Mr. Chu."

Chu Ping sat on the ground dully, still muttering to himself: "It's not me, it's not me..., I said, I said, if she can't stand it, pat the bed, pat the bed and I'll Stopped..."

"Chu Ping, hurry up, put on your clothes and come with us!" Cui Xixin finally came to his senses, looked at Chu Ping, said anxiously, and then ordered the policeman: "Go and close the window at the back. Open it, you two, stay here and don’t let anyone in!”

Their original plan was just to take advantage of Chu Ping's affair with a prostitute and ask the Chu family to accept a small favor from them. But who would have thought that someone would actually die? This favor was too great. Not only could the Chu family not afford it, but they could not give it to them either. Get up!

He looked at Chu Ping, who was still stunned, and said solemnly: "Remember, the one who killed Shuangshuang girls was the imperial criminal who jumped out of the window and escaped. When the villain wanted to hurt you, luckily there was someone in Beijing. The police from Zhaoyin Mansion arrived in time..."

Seeing Chu Ping still sitting there, muttering to himself, Cui Xixin slapped him hard on the face and said angrily: "Did you hear that clearly?"

Chu Ping's mouth was bloodshot, he looked up at him, his eyes gradually regained his clarity, he nodded and said: "Listen..., I heard you clearly."

Cui Xixin walked out, closed the door, and said to the two detectives at the door: "Look here, no one is allowed in or out."

The beautiful woman came over and asked worriedly: "Mr. Cui, inside..."

"Shut up!" Cui Xixin glanced at her coldly and said, "Let everyone go downstairs. I suspect that there are imperial criminals among them. If they are really found out, you Miaoyin Pavilion will not be able to get away with it!"

The beautiful woman's face turned pale, "Did the imperial court invade?"

…

In the Cui family, Cui Qingming was sitting in the hall, drinking tea slowly. When he saw Cui Xixin running in from the outside in a panic, he stood up and frowned: "Why, couldn't the thing be done? Didn't you already spend a thousand taels?" Did you buy that woman with money? "

Cui Xixin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said tremblingly: "The thing is done..."

"Now that it's done, why are you panicking?"

"But, that woman was played to death by Chu Ping!"

"What!"

Cui Qingming stood up suddenly, and the teacup fell to the ground with a clang, shattering to pieces. He looked at Cui Xixin and asked in disbelief: "Then, that woman is dead?"

"Father, don't worry. No more people know about this yet. I have people put the place under control." Cui Xixin looked at him and said anxiously: "Father, what should we do now?"

If they were just acting in secret, a few lives would be nothing to them, but the bad thing was that what happened today was specially arranged by them. Those detectives had made such a big noise, and it was impossible to cover it up easily. past……

"Where is Jingzhao Yin Mansion?"

Cui Xixin immediately said: "No one has been notified yet."

"Send someone to tell Mr. Zeng to slow down his actions."

"What about you, father?"

"Have someone prepare a car. I want to go to Chu's house immediately."

…

In the Chu family, a middle-aged man looked at Cui Qingming and said, "Brother Cui came to the Chu family late at night. What's the important matter? My father has already gone to bed. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Cui Qingming took a deep breath and said: "Brother Chu, time is urgent. I don't have time to explain to you now. If the time is delayed, nephew Chu Ping will be in big trouble."

Upon hearing his son's name, the middle-aged man immediately asked: "What's the big trouble?"

Cui Qingming whispered: "It is about the life of Chu Ping's nephew, and it is also about the reputation of the Chu family."

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he immediately said: "Brother Cui, sit here for a while, and I will go and invite father over right away."

Cui Qingming didn't sit down for long when he saw Mrs. Chu walking over, wearing a thick cloak and being supported by someone.

He stood up quickly and said respectfully: "I have met the Grand Tutor."

The old man waved his hand and asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me."

Cui Qingming hesitated for a moment and said: "Tonight Xi Xin and Chu Ping's nephew went to Miaoyin Pavilion to listen to music. A woman in the pavilion expressed her feelings to Chu Ping. Young people, it is inevitable to act a little eagerly, and it happened to be the arrest of Jingzhao Yin Mansion. While searching for imperial prisoners, I accidentally bumped into two people having sex with each other..."

The middle-aged man's face softened slightly. If it was just this matter, it was not serious. It was just a normal relationship between a man and a woman. It was not a prostitute, it was a real prostitute. Although it slightly damaged the Chu family's reputation, it was still a serious one. It's not serious enough to affect life.

The old man looked at him with sharp eyes: "Is this why you came here late at night?"

Cui Qingming lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "When the agents from the Jingzhao Yin Mansion entered, the woman... was dead."

A look of horror appeared on the middle-aged man's face. The old man's body trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the crutches steadily.

His beard trembled, he could barely stand, and kept saying: "This beast, this beast..."

Cui Qingming looked up and asked: "Xi Xin has asked people to suppress the matter for the time being. Now, the people from Jingzhao Mansion are probably going to pass. I came here late at night in Qingming to ask the Grand Tutor for advice. How should this matter be handled..."

The old man walked tremblingly to the chair and sat down. He was silent for a long time, then waved his hand in frustration and said, "I am not Jing Zhaoyin. You don't need to ask me about this matter."

A trace of anxiety appeared on the face of the middle-aged man next to him, and just as he was about to speak, Cui Qingming suddenly said: "The imperial prisoner captured by the Jingzhao Yin Mansion is really crazy and is hiding in the Miaoyin Pavilion. Not only did he kill the girl with cruel means, but he also wanted to harm nephew Chu Ping. Fortunately, the police arrived in time..."

The old man didn't answer. He held the chair and stood up with difficulty. His turbid eyes stayed on Cui Qingming for a long time. He waved his hand and said, "I'm tired..."

"I'm really sorry for disturbing Taifu, Qingming. Please rest assured, Taifu, this matter will definitely not involve the wise nephew Chu Ping." Cui Qingming said, bowed and said: "Taifu, please rest early, Qingming will go back first. "

When the old man walked out the door with a cane, he shook off the middle-aged man's support and said in a hoarse voice: "When he comes back, let him kneel in the ancestral hall."

The middle-aged man looked complicated and nodded slowly.

…

"Fifth Master, I'm out."

In the Qin family, the big man looked at the middle-aged man who had already undressed and got into bed. After saying something, he slowly withdrew.

A woman wearing coarse clothes came over, holding a heater in her hand, and said, "Master is afraid of the cold, I will bring in an extra heater."

The big man opened the door and said, "Let me put it in for you."

The woman smiled and shook her head and said, "No need, you are careless and your steps are heavy. The master has just fallen asleep and has to be woken up again. It's better for me to go and you to rest."

The big man touched his head in embarrassment, "Well, I'll go to bed first."

The woman nodded, and after the big man left, she walked into the house and placed the heater on the ground beside the bed.

She straightened up and looked at the middle-aged man on the bed in the darkness. She sighed and said, "You don't have to be sad. Shuang'er's body doesn't have many days left. She was the one who hurt Lian'er the most before. Can I go see Lian'er again?" She must have been very happy if she did something for you before.”

In the darkness, the middle-aged man lying on the bed opened his eyes suddenly.

He clenched his fists, scratched the sheets, and let out a suppressed roar like a beast in his throat: "If there is a way, there must be other ways. She, she doesn't have to be like this, she doesn't have to be like this..."

In the Miaoyin Pavilion, a policeman looked back at the bed again, with confusion on his face. He stretched out his hand to push the person next to him and whispered: "Look, is she smiling?"

The detective looked back and found that the dead woman indeed had a faint smile on her lips. He walked over, covered her with a sheet, and let out a long sigh.

"He is also a poor man..."

…

In the early morning, the big man pushed the door open and walked out. He was blown by the cold wind and shivered. He stared blankly at the white color in the courtyard and murmured: "Isn't it getting warmer in the past few days? Why is it snowing again... …”

After returning to the house, I wrapped myself in another piece of clothing, then walked out, walked through the garden path, and walked towards a courtyard.

I stopped halfway through. Deep in the garden, a plum tree bloomed quietly at some point, immediately adding a bit of embellishment to the vast white garden.

In front of the plum tree, among the snowflakes in the sky, there was a figure standing straight there.

"Fifth Master, you came out so early today, why didn't you hold an umbrella?"

The big man walked over and carefully patted the snowflakes off the middle-aged man's shoulders and body. He saw a thick layer of snow falling on his head. He didn't know how long he had been standing here...

I gently swept the snowflakes from his hair away, but there were snowflakes in several places that I couldn't sweep away.

The movements of his hands stagnated, and he looked at the middle-aged man blankly, with a look of surprise on his face, "Fifth, Fifth Master, you..."

The middle-aged man looked back at him with a smile on his face and said, "This man will grow old if he is not careful..."