The birds flew over the mountains and ancient forests, passing through desolate countryside and dimly lit villages.
A big bird flapped its wings and soared, falling into the bright and prosperous city. It folded its wings and stopped on an inconspicuous pavilion in Hengxiang City.
The speaker in the house heard the commotion and sent someone out to open the door and bring in the big bird on the balcony.
At the same time, a group of villagers who had walked for two hours before entering the city to deliver wine were finally able to leave after paying their bills.
A villager asked his companions to go first. He asked around and groped his way to Qingyue Pavilion.
The white curtains and flags flying in front of the Qingyue Pavilion made the villagers secretly express their bad luck. He went around to the side door and knocked on the door. Someone opened the door immediately.
Two servants came out of the door, and one of them asked him: "Who are you looking for?"
The villagers took out a sweat-smelling shirt from their arms, unfolded it and faced the words on it to them: "I have a bad memory, I can't remember names, and I can't read. The errand driver said,
He wrote this all."
The two servants, who were also illiterate, looked at each other and one of them said to go in and find the literate one and ask him to wait.
Behind them, in the alleyway 30 steps to the east, Zhili and others were walking towards Qingyue Pavilion after resting for half a day.
Su Yumei looked at the side door and said with a smile: "These servants are so kind. They don't have any pretense of being superior and being inferior. They are very kind and friendly."
Zhili was sitting in a wheelchair with a proud look on his face: "That's my Brother Shen's mansion. Brother Shen is a good man, so of course the people around him are also good!"
The group of people walked to the side door. The servants and villagers at the door looked at them. Zheli raised his hands and said, "Fellow, I am literate, let me help you read."
Taking the clothes from the fellow villager, Zhili said "Eh": "This word is quite pretty."
After reading the words, he glanced at ten lines. After reading it, he was shocked and looked up at the villagers: "Who gave you these clothes?"
The villager stammered: "Yu, brother Yu gave it to me. He said this matter is very important and asked me to help him when I go to the city. He is an honest and friendly young man. He often helps me to buy wine and the price is cheaper than others. I
That’s it…”
"Where is he now?"
"An old man urged him and he left. He seemed to have run out because he had diarrhea."
"Thank you!" Zhili raised his hand and looked at the servant at the door, "Mr. Du Xuan is here. I have something urgent to ask you, so just say my name is Zhili!"
After hearing this, Du Xuan and Dai Yu came out to welcome him.
Looking at Du Xuan's thin and haggard face, Zhili first expressed condolences and then showed them his clothes.
Du Xuan was stunned for a moment after reading it, and said: "Oh no, little brother Yu was actually involved in this matter."
He put away his clothes, took out three taels of silver and thanked the villagers first, then welcomed Zhili and others in and asked Dai Yu to entertain them first.
Behind the door, Du Xuan called a secret guard aside and told him to go to Ning'an Building to find Zhao Ning immediately.
Before the secret guard took the order and was about to leave, Du Xuan stopped him again and said solemnly: "You must make it clear to Mrs. Zhao that this little brother is a very good person. Don't let anything happen to him."
"yes!"
In the mourning hall, Zhu Chang had been laid to rest, but the coffin lid had not yet been closed. A piece of white cloth was covered with Zhu Chang's pieced-together body.
After Zhili and others finished offering incense, he followed Dai Yu to a side hall to drink tea.
When asked when the burial would be, Dai Yu said: "The time has not been decided yet. The young master is too busy these days. Du Xuan has chosen a few days and it will be up to him to decide when the young master comes back."
Zhili sighed: "I hope we can find those perpetrators, they are really hateful."
The night was getting darker and darker, and Zhili didn't want to go back, so he asked Su Yumei and Yang Fugui to leave first.
When they came to Hengxiang this time, they did not encounter any hardships on the way, only the fatigue caused by the bumps. Because it came suddenly, Hengxiang was not prepared. They couldn't wait for Qi Motang's steward to clean up their room today, so they found a room first.
Stay at the inn.
Su Yumei and the others went back to the inn first, and Zhili followed a servant to the small garden where Xia Zhaoyi slept.
The servant opened a room, lit the lamp, and told Zhili to sit there for a while, and would bring hot water later.
Parted and grateful.
He had slept for a long time in the afternoon and now he was not sleepy at all. He rolled the wheelchair to the window and pushed open the window sash.
The breeze came in outside the window, blowing his hair that had grown a lot in the past few months. The boy's face, which had not yet lost its childishness, looked fresh and handsome in the night.
Suddenly, I seemed to see something out of the corner of my eye.
Zhili turned around and saw a small package lying in the corner of the room.
Curious about what it was, Zhili rolled over in his wheelchair and picked up the package from the corner.
The top is spotless, and the placement is very random, more like it was thrown here casually.
"Strange." Zhili said, raising his hand to untie the baggage.
There is a thick stack of paper on top, which is opened in pieces, and the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.
They are all made of drawing paper, and there is not much artistic conception in the paintings. There is no sense of beauty, but the narrative ability is very strong. The fine brushwork cannot be said to be exquisite, but the strength of the writing is enough to show the skill.
"That's weird." Zhili muttered.
He blinked his eyes as he looked at them one by one, as if he thought of something, but he felt it in his throat and couldn't say it.
Behind the drawing paper, there is another piece of paper.
Zhili spread it out and read out softly: "Book with the daughter of Liling... Oh my God!"
His eyes widened: "This is a letter to my junior sister?!"
But why did the thing for the little senior sister appear in this room?
The servant who brought him in just now made it clear that the young senior sister lived next door. How could she put her token here?
Wait, no matter what it is, this is a letter and you shouldn't be reading it.
He was about to put it away, but when he glanced away and saw the following lines, his hand suddenly froze.
The letter read: I feel very sorry. It would be so beautiful if I could find his body, touch his skin, lick his skin, dissect his body, and hold his heart!
"Wha, what the hell is that?" Zhili said blankly. He frowned and couldn't help but read on.
The more I looked at it, the more my scalp felt numb.
"Oh my god, my god!" Zhili murmured.
The folds on the letter showed that they had been touched by someone.
Senior sister, have you seen it?
There is a wooden box below. My fingers are cold and trembling, so I raise my hand to open the wooden box.
A strange smell hit his nose, and he choked. He coughed violently and turned his face away.
Just at this time, several maids came in with hot water and hot dishes. One of them was the first to see the severed finger in the box and screamed in fright.
Zhili almost lost his grip and hurriedly held on to the wooden box, but the box was full of broken fingers. When it tilted slightly, several pieces rolled down.
Zhi Li's whole body stiffened. After a while, he said "uh" and looked at them: "I, I came here empty-handed. This thing is not mine..."
Because he was sitting in a wheelchair, it was inconvenient for him to bend down to pick them up. He got out of the wheelchair slightly and squatted down to pick them up one by one while enduring nausea.
