Xu Qinghuan was riding on the horse, followed closely by Uncle Lei, Xu Qingan, Feng Chu and others.
Looking at the path leading to the village, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel in a trance.
She was extremely sad when she heard that Wang Yun was murdered in her previous life. In her mind, Wang Yun helped her redress the injustice of her father and brother, and was the benefactor of the Anyi Marquis Mansion.
Such an honest official died at the hands of a traitor.
After Wang Yun died, Song Chengxuan returned to the southeast, bided his time, and reappeared in Beijing. He was already a Marquis named by the imperial court.
For many people, once they have a preconceived impression in the minds of others, it is difficult to change it. Therefore, even though the Marquis of Song was majestic, in her eyes he was just a cruel and evil villain.
After her rebirth, she realized that she probably didn't know the right person when it came to Wang Yun. Now that she had the chance to see everything clearly, she would naturally do her best. Even if Song Chengxuan was still a dangerous person in her heart, she would still be here.
Form an alliance with him, after all, he has abilities that she does not have, and as an ally, she will be willing to contribute her own strength.
If everything from Fengxiang to Guangping Houfu was really Wang Yun's handiwork, then she was blind and failed to catch the real murderer and avenge her father. Now she might as well settle the old and new grudges together.
"Found it," Meng Lingyun wiped the sweat from his head and reported breathlessly, "just like the eldest lady said, no one here knows Mr. Xian, they just call him crazy."
Meng Lingyun almost suspected that the eldest lady had found the wrong person. The place where that person lived was worse than a pigsty. He held his breath before walking into the shack, and finally found the "whisper" among a pile of pickled fish in the corner.
"Huh!" He carefully shook the sleeping man awake. Before he could speak, the man actually found a stick from the side and hit him with a "crackling" sound, as if he was going to kill him.
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "Take me over and have a look."
"Miss, you'd better wait a moment. You are a female family member after all. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to go there now." Meng Lingyun glanced at the Crown Prince, "Let the Crown Prince go over and say a few words first. Maybe it would be better."
Meng Lingyun finally became clear-eyed and knew when to let his eldest son step forward.
Xu Qing'an dismounted from his horse and straightened his robes. He had seen no less than a hundred gentlemen since he was a child, and many of them treated him coldly, insulted and spurned him. He had seen the world and was never afraid of these things.
This time he will definitely be able to fight and capture with his hands.
Xu Qing'an turned to look at Xu Qinghuan: "Sister, just wait. No matter who he is, brother will be able to talk to him in a while."
Since Meng Lingyun said this, he must have a reason.
Xu Qinghuan said: "Then it's hard work, brother."
Xu Qing'an strode forward. Xu Qinghuan was about to follow his brother, but was stopped by Meng Lingyun: "Miss, you'd better stay away. You may not be able to attract people here soon, the prince."
Xu Qinghuan was puzzled: "What happened?"
Meng Lingyun lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that Xu Qing'an would regret it after hearing it: "He... can bite."
Not long after Meng Lingyun said that, he saw a dark figure running out chasing Xu Qingan.
The man's long hair covered his face tightly. His long robe was in tatters and he was already half-clothed. He held a stick in his hand and struck Xu Qing'an head and face.
Xu Qing'an heard his sister's words of respect for this man and did not dare to resist, let alone fight back, so he had to run away.
"Sister, wait a minute," Xu Qing'an shouted, "When he can't run anymore and we can only capture him, come over and talk."
It was originally a heart-wrenching scene, but Xu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing when she saw her brother running away.
This Mr. Xian's physical strength was better than Xu Qing'an thought, but he was still not able to outrun him, a dude who had been jumping up and down since he was a child. Soon the two of them finally calmed down, and the people who came to watch the excitement dispersed.
Mr. Xian was as tired as a dog, lying on the ground panting heavily. Xu Qingan lowered his head and wanted to check, but only saw a mouthful of spit flying towards him. He ducked back, and the thick mucus still landed on his front.
Xu Qingan's stomach was churning, and he unbuttoned his clothes while jumping.
Mr. Xian seemed to have seen such a happy thing and kept laughing and shouting.
Xu Qing'an didn't understand, what could this man teach him? This lunatic could spit thick phlegm on him. If he spit on his father... then he would be risking his life.
Just when Xu Qing'an thought of this, Mr. Xian suddenly got up from the ground and immediately ran towards his poor yard. Xu Qing'an chased after him and saw Mr. Xian unbuttoning his pants and peeing in the loess and coal dust. After peeing, he grew
He breathed a sigh of relief and started to eat those briquettes filled with urine water.
Xu Qingan finally knew where the pungent smell on Mr. Xian's body came from.
"Let's go," Xu Qing'an persuaded his sister, "You go find a place to rest first, and I'll think of something slowly."
"It's too late," Xu Qinghuan stepped forward and looked at the busy people squatting on the ground, "Sir, you should know our purpose. We are here for..."
Before he finished speaking, a ball of sticky coal was thrown on Xu Qinghuan's skirt.
Mr. Xian grinned again, his dirty face full of pride.
Xu Qingan frowned and was about to get angry, but Xu Qinghuan held him down.
Xu Qinghuan walked a few steps forward and extended his hand to the coal soil that Mr. Xian had reconciled.
Xu Qingan immediately stopped: "This is using his urine..."
In Xu Qing'an's surprised eyes, Xu Qinghuan had already started to make briquettes. In her previous life in northern Xinjiang, she had seen foreign women soaking wool in urine. In order to live in peace with them, she also wanted to try to understand them, so she not only met them
They used urine to dispose of wool, and even did it themselves.
After doing it, I found it was not as difficult to accept as I thought.
It is not easy to get closer between people, and if you are unwilling to pay, you will not be able to show your sincerity.
"I'll help you make briquettes, how about you listen to me tell a story?" Xu Qinghuan looked at Mr. Xian.
As if Mr.
"The first story begins when the rebels captured Fengxiang more than ten years ago."
Xu Qinghuan spoke calmly. Mr. Xian first covered his ears, and then ran around as if he didn't hear anything.
Xu Qinghuan seemed to be talking to himself, sorting out the case details carefully.
"The person hiding behind seems to want to prove something," Xu Qinghuan raised his face, "Whether it is the Cao family, Mr. Xu San, Mr. Xu Er, or Mrs. Guangping Hou, no matter who they are or what they have done in the past.
, once faced with a threat, the first thing they think of is self-protection. They can sacrifice the most important people around them to achieve their goals.
At first I thought he was using these people to commit crimes because these people were already unforgivable sins and he was using his own methods to punish them, but now I think I might be wrong."
Having said this, Mr. Xian finally stopped.
Xu Qinghuan said: "Because if we ignore her, Mr. Xu San and the others will live well and continue to serve her.
Maybe he prefers to see people make mistakes and likes to be surrounded by such people. Only in this way can he feel more comfortable, can he forgive himself for his mistakes back then, and can he feel that his choice back then was not wrong. In fact, he
He is just a coward, a coward who betrayed Zhou Dynasty under torture to extract a confession, and now serves Duo Gansi."
When Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, he raised his head and saw Song Chengxuan standing at the door.
"Sir Song," Xu Qinghuan smiled, "You seem to be a little late. Is it troublesome to deal with those things?"
"It's not troublesome," Song Chengxuan said rarely, "I'm just a little busy."