Chapter 10 Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless
Half a quarter of an hour later, Wei Changtian had clearly explained the grievances between Xiao Feng and the Wei family.
Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen looked at each other, and after hesitating for a moment, they finally asked the question that had existed in their hearts before.
"Changtian...how did you find out about these things?"
Wei Changtian had long expected that he would be asked this question, and had also prepared his words.
"Dad, I actually established a small-scale intelligence organization behind your back, and all the intelligence was found out by them."
"I didn't want to hide this from you, but it was always a small fight before, and there were no suitable opportunities, so..."
Wei Changtian looked "ashamed" on his face, while Wei Xianzhi was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!"
"I was worried before about whether you would be able to take on the responsibility of the Xuanjing Division in the future, but now it seems that I was overthinking it!"
"Father is well aware of what happened to Xiao Feng, just don't worry! You can't run away from him!"
It can be seen that Wei Xianzhi is joyful and gratified from the bottom of his heart that his son has suddenly become so competitive.
Not only have I learned to use my brain when dealing with things, but now I actually have forces loyal to me.
Although Wei Xianzhi was curious about the intelligence organization Wei Changtian mentioned, he didn't ask any more questions.
As a spy chief, he knows one thing very well——
Never reveal your trump cards to others, not even father and son.
But since you have the power, you can still provide some help.
"Changtian! If you need anything in the future, just ask dad!"
"If you need money, you will have money; if you need people, you will have people!"
"Let me tell you this, besides killing the emperor, dad can do anything else for you!"
Wei Xianzhi became more and more excited as he talked, but Qin Caizhen beside him couldn't listen anymore. She rolled her eyes at him and interrupted: "You're almost done!"
"Son, don't listen to your father's bragging!"
"Mom doesn't want you to be scolded by thousands of people and hated by thousands of people like your father."
"It's better to be useless, as long as you stay safe and don't get into trouble."
"Long hair means short knowledge!"
Hearing this, Wei Xianzhi was immediately unhappy: "A man should achieve a great career, otherwise his trip to this world would be in vain!"
Qin Caizhen curled her lips and retorted: "Are you still a man? Don't you know what those storytellers call you?"
"Hmph! Sooner or later I will cut out their tongues!"
"They are right."
"..."
The two of them soon began to communicate in a "cross talk" mode, exchanging words with each other.
Unable to interrupt, Wei Changtian could only sit aside, but a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
Although it has only been less than two days since I traveled through time.
Although Qin Caizhen and Wei Xianzhi's reputations among the government and the public are not as good as the other.
But people can feel other people's sincerity towards them.
At this moment, he suddenly recognized this cheap couple.
…
Just when Wei Changtian's family was enjoying themselves, Xiao Feng fell headlong at the entrance of the ancestral hall in Houqiu Village.
Although he still has a faint breath left, if he continues at this rate, he will probably bleed to death in a short time.
It's already midnight, let's not talk about whether there will be people who have nothing to do and go out for a walk in the middle of the night. Even if Xiao Feng can be sent to the hospital in time, 99% of this kind of injury cannot be saved.
Just escaping from the dead situation of the Wei family and falling into another dead situation, ordinary people can only close their eyes and kick their legs to prepare for the whole village to eat.
But since Xiao Feng is a son of destiny favored by heaven, there is no reason why he will never die as long as he has the slightest chance of life.
Sure enough, not long after he passed out, a little girl carrying a bamboo basket happened to pass by.
It is the granddaughter of the white-haired old man who gave Xiao Fengyu the plaque.
"Huh? Why is there someone here?"
The little girl stopped in front of Xiao Feng and said to herself: "Is Uncle Wang drunk again? Hehe, he will be beaten by the aunt again later!"
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, wake up..."
She called softly and bent down, but when she saw the face of the fallen man clearly, her mouth suddenly opened wide.
"Brother Xiao!"
"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?!"
The little girl was anxious for a moment and hurriedly tried to help Xiao Feng, but soon she felt her hands were sticky.
"Uh...ah!"
Taking a closer look under the moonlight, the bright red blood made her scream out in surprise, and her voice suddenly became full of tears.
"Brother Xiao, don't scare me!"
"What, what should I do...Grandpa!"
The little girl dropped the bamboo basket and ran away crying, probably because she knew she couldn't handle it, so she went back to look for someone.
"Grandpa, come quickly! Grandpa..."
The shouts in the night became smaller and smaller, and silence and darkness quickly returned to the area around the ancestral hall.
But at this moment, the bamboo basket filled with herbs that was thrown aside suddenly made a rustling sound, and then a large centipede as long as a forearm actually came out.
In addition to being larger than ordinary centipedes, this centipede also looks very weird.
In particular, its densely packed little feet far exceed the number of "hundred feet" commonly known among the people.
At this time, this weird thing seemed to be attracted by something, and its goal was very clear. After coming out of the bamboo basket, it crawled straight towards Xiao Feng.
It quickly crawled over the bloody broken arm, chest, and neck, and finally got into Xiao Feng's mouth, coiled tightly and stopped moving.
Xiao Feng, who had fainted, seemed to feel something, and his teeth lifted up and fell down little by little.
"Crunch, crunch..."
…
"Crunch~"
The moment the door hung with red cloth was pushed open, Lu Jingyao stood up instantly and looked at the visitor with red eyes.
"Are you waiting for me?"
Wei Changtian walked to the table, poured a cup of herbal tea, and asked casually: "What? Did you cry again just now?"
"Xiao Feng is not dead, I thought you would be very happy."
"..."
Lu Jingyao knew Wei Changtian was teasing her, so she bit her lip and said nothing.
The expression on her face was hard to describe, and she felt quite despairing.
"okay."
Wei Changtian sat down and drank the herbal tea in one gulp: "You don't have to be too sad. After all, Xiao Feng just made a normal choice."
"In other circumstances, I would choose this way."
"Is it……"
Lu Jingyao laughed miserably, her scattered black hair covering half of her eyes, and there was no trace of brilliance in her originally breathtaking eyes.
But even though she is so devastated, she is still incredibly beautiful.
Wei Changtian glanced at her and sighed in his heart that it was indeed difficult to "give up" on such a thing as natural beauty, and for a moment he felt a desire to protect her.
But now we are at a critical juncture in conquering Lu Jingyao, so we must not be merciful!
Thinking of this, he continued to maintain a calm tone and said calmly:
"People are always the wisest when faced with the choice of life and death."
"Xiao Feng chose to let you die because he felt that your life was not as valuable as his."
"So don't take yourself too seriously. What you think is your deepest love is just to impress yourself."
Wei Changtian sentenced Xiao Feng to death in Lu Jingyao's heart with just a few words.
Seeing the latter's crumbling appearance, he knew that this was a good time for him to "take advantage of the situation".
"By the way, I said before that only one of you and Xiao Feng can survive tonight."
"Since Xiao Feng chose him to let you die... and he did survive, then you shouldn't survive tonight."
"I always keep my word, so... are you ready?"
"..."
Lu Jingyao never expected that Wei Changtian actually wanted to kill her. After being stunned for a moment, she gently closed her eyes in despair.
What she originally thought was that there was no point in living anyway, so she would just die.
But as time passed little by little, the fear of losing his life came to mind again.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, Lu Jingyao closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly asked with a trembling voice that was inaudible: "I, can I not die?"
At this moment, she even looked down on herself.
I thought that Wei Changtian would definitely take the opportunity to ridicule his weakness and hypocrisy, but what echoed in his ears were only two simple words.
"Can."
Wei Changtian looked directly into Lu Jingyao's suddenly opened eyes and said lightly: "I can make an exception for you."
"But you have to remember that you owe me a life."
"When I need you to pay me back in the future, you have to pay me back."
This sentence was actually a bit unreasonable, but Lu Jingyao didn't feel any disgust in her heart.
She wanted to say something, but Wei Changtian waved her hand to stop her.
"Okay, I'm tired."
"You can sleep here tonight, I'll go to another room."
After saying that, Wei Changtian turned and walked towards the door, but soon turned back under Lu Jingyao's complicated eyes, reached out and took out a folded rice paper from his arms.
"I almost forgot about this."
"Well, I don't know how to compose poetry, and I don't know how to read it. You can just make do with it."
"……good."
Lu Jingyao was a little confused, but she still took the rice paper obediently. After Wei Changtian left, she slowly unfolded it and held it in her hand.
There are four lines of horrible small words on the paper, like an anonymous poem.
Although the words are hard to read, they are arranged neatly. It can be seen that the person who wrote them is still trying very hard to write well.
Lu Jingyao looked down, and then suddenly froze in the next second.
She bit her lip tightly and read over and over again just as Wei Changtian said this little poem with irregular rhymes and uneven rhythms, and a teardrop as big as a bean slipped quietly.
I originally set my heart towards the bright moon,
However, the bright moon shines on the ditch.
Falling flowers deliberately follow the flowing water,
The flowing water carelessly loves the falling flowers.
There are two more sentences...did he specially complete them for me?
Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless...