Taoist Quick Wear

"It's too stuffy in there."

Si Qingyan said as he walked out.

"return."

Si Qingheng didn't feel any pleasure at all after solving a serious problem in his heart. I just wanted to pick up Si Qingyan and give her a good shake.

What's the matter with you?

"?" Si Qingyan stood at the door, eager to go out.

"I still have things to deal with now. I'll settle the score with you later."

"You watch her here, don't let her die."

Si Qingheng's eyes were like daggers, and he stared at Si Qingyan again and again.

If you can't see anything, just stop looking.

I didn't understand how Qingyan's brain grew before, and I don't understand it now either. Don't even argue with him. Once you argue, he will stand on the moral high ground and use a weird logic to stun you.

"Don't run around, it's a bit dangerous tonight."

"I want to eat noodles." Si Qingyan has been wandering outside for a long time, and has been bored in the cupboard for a long time. She even wants to drink iced sour plum soup. If she doesn't have sour plum soup, watermelon will do.

"You wait here, I'll have someone bring it over."

Si Qingheng nodded, suddenly thought of something, took out another gun and handed it to Si Qingyan.

"Will it work?"

Without waiting for Si Qingyan to answer, he simply demonstrated, telling Si Qingyan not to play with a gun until absolutely necessary, and hurried out.

Si Qingheng has a little confidence in Si Qingyan after all... He won't go off and hurt himself, right?

"etc!"

When Si Qingheng heard Si Qingyan calling him, he stopped and turned around.

"I also want sour plum soup, with ice!"

Si Qingheng said nothing, for a while he didn't want to see Si Qingyan again.

The figure from behind turned out to be a little helpless.

…

Young Master Yin is indeed dead, and his body is slowly getting cold.

He said that he would only lose the ability to move, but in fact the attack was very violent, and he died after saying his last words.

That's right, he has indeed lost the ability to move.

There is nothing wrong with Yin Siting, it may be that she cannot move in the short term. She closed her eyes and cried, very sad.

"The deceased is gone. I express my condolences and accept the change." Although she knew it might be useless, Si Qingyan still advised her.

Yin Siting sniffed after hearing this, still wanting to cry.

She was about to die anyway, so she should cry heartily before she died.

Soon the noodles Si Qingyan asked for were delivered.

There is also cold sour plum soup.

Yin Siting didn't expect that he would eat noodles here. When she thought that what happened tonight was caused by her eating noodles... she felt sad and shed tears.

"Do you want to eat too?"

Si Qingyan asked.

Yin Siting shook her head.

"Then I'm welcome." Si Qingyan picked up the chopsticks and picked up two pieces of beef. After finding that the taste was really good, she started eating happily.

"..." Yin Siting didn't know why, she couldn't stop crying, so she just listened to him eating noodles, her mind empty.

Shouting that Marshal Si was dead could be heard outside, and Yin Siting couldn't help but feel nervous. She found that the person next to her was still eating noodles in peace, and she felt stupid.

His brother is not worried, so what should I be worried about...

When did he let his brother hide in the closet? Was all the communication between her and her brother seen?

How could someone be so cunning and cunning?

Si Qingheng must be pulling the strings outside, and tonight is a good time to scare the monkeys.

The eldest young master is the chicken that was killed.

I don’t know what will happen to her...

But I had been afraid for so long before, but now I was numb.

It's up to him to live or die as he pleases.

Later, gunshots were heard again, and the fighting may have been a bit fierce.

Yin Siting is much better now and can move a little.

At certain moments, she wanted to seek death, but when she thought of her children, she endured it.

A moment to live is a moment.

She has always been timid, but she has done a lot of bold things, which is kind of funny when you think about it.

"Aren't you worried about him?" Yin Siting asked unconsciously after realizing that the medicine had worn off.

"Worry."

Si Qingyan had just finished eating noodles and was drinking sour plum soup.

At this time, there is still a layer of white smoke lingering on the soup, which is ice cold and sour just right, making it very comfortable to drink.

"..." Yin Siting didn't know what to say.

Worrying seems like it shouldn’t be like this…

What exactly should it look like...

Even though she had always been afraid of Si Qingheng, she was not afraid of Si Qingyan.

Perhaps it was because I saw him seeing Miss Lin off that night and felt that this person was not as cold as he appeared.

Later, she also learned about Miss Lin and felt sympathy for her. Miss Lin did not love Young Master Zhu and could abort the child despite her family's dissuasion, but she could not give up her friendship with her brother.

Si Qingyan is already very good.

At least... better than Si Qingheng...

Thinking about it carefully, Si Qingheng threatened her occasionally, but then he didn't take any actual action.

Several members of the family were here before, but because of Si Qingheng and other reasons, only the dying Commander Yin was left to depend on her.

Yin Siting sighed quietly, and soon the whole house would be gathered together.

"Commander Yin is gone!"

The Yin Mansion was brightly lit and soon replaced with white lanterns, and shouts and screams could be heard from time to time.

"Is it true..." Yin Siting looked at Xizhu in the room in a daze.

She and Commander Yin don't have a good relationship. The two of them had never had a good conversation in so many years.

"Your father is gone." Si Qingheng pushed open the door and came in. There was a lot of blood on his clothes. He acted as usual and seemed uninjured.

Commander Yin was so angry at the eldest young master that he had been bedridden for a long time and died at this time. Although it was a coincidence, it was understandable.

"Oh."

Yin Siting responded inaudibly and continued to be dazed.

In the past, she always felt that Commander Yin was a mountain above her head, which made her not free, but also blocked many storms for her.

Now the mountain has collapsed.

"Si Qingheng, how are you going to deal with me?"

Yin Siting looked up and asked.

"Wancheng is in my control. It's more than enough to support you."

"..." Yin Siting chuckled lightly, her eyes were empty, as if she didn't pretend to be anything.

"If you don't want to live, I will have someone suppress the news and say that you had a miscarriage and hurt your body, and you will die of illness in two years."

Si Qingheng's tone was very flat, as if he was not talking about Yin Siting's funeral, but some family matters.

"If you still want to live, take care of yourself. I won't marry anyone else."

"The South Courtyard has been cleaned up. You will live there in the future. If you have any needs, let me know."

Si Qingheng was not sad at all because of Yin Siting's betrayal. Perhaps he had no expectations for her. He didn't care whether she was dead or alive or what she did.

"Okay." Yin Siting nodded and said nothing.

The big red wedding candle burned out, and two maids who were very unfamiliar to Yin Siting came in and helped her out of the wedding room.

"Si Qingyan, come out with me."

Si Qingheng was finally able to free up his hands to clean up his brother, and the anger that had accumulated for a long time instantly rose to the critical value.

Si Qingyan followed him.

Si Qingheng took the opportunity to ask someone to deal with the body of Master Yin, saying that it would be turned into ashes and buried with Commander Yin at that time.

"Why didn't you go home tonight?" Si Qingheng wanted to scold him, but he didn't know where to start.

"Come out and take a look."

Si Qingyan was very calm, even a little innocent.

"Why did you go into the closet?" Si Qingheng couldn't say anything harsh when he saw him like this.

Not to mention taking action.

"I was planning to look for you, but you weren't there. I happened to hear someone talking inside, saying they wanted to harm you. So I led Miss Yin out and hid in the closet to see what they were going to do."

Si Qingyan didn't worry about being exposed at all.

Miss Yin didn't know anything, and Young Master Yin didn't know either, and he was dead.

"Then why did you want to look for me?" Si Qingheng frowned, wanting to light a cigarette, but held back.

"I forgot." Si Qingyan had no expression on her face. She was slightly shorter than Si Qingheng, and when she looked up, she looked very innocent.

"Next time you encounter something like this, don't make up your mind. Tell me first."

"What if it turns out that it's not me who's yours, you might be a corpse now."

"You're already this old, and I can't take care of everything for you... Try to avoid dangerous things."

"Everything is fine on my side, and there are arrangements everywhere. Nothing will happen. Don't get involved in this kind of thing."

"Oh." Si Qingyan heard it, but didn't remember a word.

Si Qingheng looked fine on the surface, but his left forearm was a little unnatural. Although he was wearing a loose shirt, Si Qingyan could still feel something under the shirt when he moved occasionally. Probably because it was wrapped in gauze, the blood was particularly heavy, and there was a little smell of medicine.

"Next time this happens, I will never let you off easily."

Si Qingheng said a harsh word and asked someone to send Si Qingyan back.

"The gun." Si Qingyan reminded.

"Keep it for self-defense. I will arrange someone to pick you up every week to practice shooting." Si Qingheng still had a lot of things to deal with, and he was not very reassured about the Yin Mansion. He didn't want Si Qingyan to stay here, so he asked the patrol team to send some people to send him back.

"Okay, take care of yourself."

Si Qingyan's eyes fell on Si Qingheng's left arm.

Si Qingheng suddenly became a little impatient and waved his hand to signal him to leave quickly.

Because he slept too late in the second half of the night, Si Qingyan woke up very late the next day. The orange sunlight shining in easily aroused people's sleepiness.

"Hey, the Third Young Master is awake!"

Uncle Xiang was feeding chickens outside, sweat dripping from his tanned face.

The vegetables planted earlier were growing well, and the loofah vines were covered with many small yellow flowers.

"What happened yesterday?"

What Si Qingyan was most concerned about was the situation in Wancheng. Si Qingheng said there was no problem, but if there was a problem, Si Qingheng would not say it out.

"I asked the newsboys this morning, and they said that Commander Yin passed away last night satisfied after learning that his daughter had a good home. From now on, Wancheng will be in the hands of the eldest young master, and those troops will also obey him. The eldest young master's wife was pregnant and did not come out to manage the funeral."

"Some black-hearted people wanted to harm our eldest young master, and they all died in the end."

"There are also some people whose wives and children knelt at the door of the Yin Mansion and cried, begging the eldest young master to help."

"What happened next?" Si Qingyan was relieved.

"The eldest young master also took their families away and asked someone to pay for their redemption."

"Oh." Si Qingyan thought of Lin Fengchi. She wondered if he had returned the 20,000 silver dollars. If he hadn't, she could go and ask him to pay. If he got it, she would use it to set up a school.

"No one will dare to bully the young master anymore. The master and his wife would be happy for the eldest young master in heaven." Uncle Xiang was very proud. When he was feeding the chickens, the husks were scattered all over the ground, but he didn't feel bad. He just thought of it as a snack for the chickens.

As usual, Si Qingyan explained the topic to the two children of the Lin family next door, and went to Boss Su's place in the evening.

After calligraphy and painting, Boss Su was thinking of other ways.

For example, bronze, gold, silver, pottery...

The first three are a little difficult. Ordinary pottery is okay, but if it is the kind of beautiful enamel color, the jewelry box inlaid with gold and jade, the cost of imitation is too high.

In the past, Boss Su didn't like to do this job. It's okay to sell fakes, but it's too unethical to make fakes.

Now the years are too chaotic, and the country is in danger. The foreigners have broken the country's borders. There are separatist forces everywhere in the world. There are people who do all kinds of unethical things. Boss Su's little thoughts are nothing. He even began to take the initiative to learn skills and try materials. He found fun in it and became more and more addicted.

Before the end of the holiday, Si Qingyan was hanging out in the Treasure Pavilion to play with ancient artifacts. She was familiar with all kinds of styles, and the day of the Jinghu boat trip agreed with Wen Jinghong also arrived.

She first apologized for her two younger brothers, saying that Wen Er and Wen San were ignorant and blindly drank, and praised Si Qingyan for her demeanor.

At this time, many men generally spoke with a kind of arrogance that men in the world should be superior to others, which was very different from later generations. The lively and lovely girl would also be careful when speaking, not daring to overstep the mark. Wen Jinghong gives people a very comfortable feeling. She is sincere, enthusiastic, open, clear, and full of vitality. People traveling with her, both men and women, like to look at her.

"Today, I invite everyone to come here for a lake cruise and to run a school."

"Wancheng is located in North China. Although it is not as advantageous as those cities near the sea, it is also rich in resources and financially strong. In recent years, many talented people have returned from studying abroad. Although there are suitable positions, they cannot fully display their talents."

"Although the previous schools have added new subjects, they cannot cultivate top talents. There are many talented young people who have not been cultivated and are lost in the crowd. It is a pity. I think Wancheng can open a university, as well as high schools, elementary schools, and girls' schools similar to those in foreign countries."

Wen Jinghong's eyes were bright when she spoke, which was very contagious.

"I have previously discussed this with Qingyan in private, and decided to lead with him, to win support from all parties, and to establish an integrated school from primary school to university in Wancheng. If you want to join us, we sincerely welcome you."

"The funding will be handed over to me and Master Wen. In the near future, we will do everything we can to run the school." Si Qingyan had a rough idea of ​​how to do this. He would have to talk to Si Qingheng at that time, and it would be much more convenient with his support.

"I'll join!"

"I'll join too!"

"I don't seem to be good at anything. When the school is established, I can do office work."

"I'm good at math, so I can be a teacher."

"Will the girls' school recruit male teachers? I want to send my sisters there."

With Wen Jinghong and Si Qingyan leading the way, the response was pretty good, and the issue of gender was still unavoidable.

"There may not be enough female teachers, but we will try to focus on female teachers. Male and female students in foreign countries and some universities in the south take classes in the same classroom, and we must do this as well."

Wen Jinghong had discussed this with Si Qingyan in advance, and the two had the same intention.

"While changing old customs and habits, we should pay attention to the way to make parents and students accept it."

Personally experiencing this era, we can more deeply understand the difficulty of breaking the old way of life. There are layers of resistance in everything, as if there are invisible shackles on the body. Looking around, there are too few people who can look back with clear eyes.

And such people generally do not have strong power.

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Even if Si Qingheng successfully took over the army and held great power, it would be impossible to change the status quo in the short term.

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