The post station is not big, and almost everyone knows about Quan Moxian's movements.
"What do you think we should do, my lord?"
After such a big incident, Yicheng didn't sleep all night, sitting in front of the window and listening to the movement.
His entourage glanced outside, and when he saw Quan Moxian returning to the room, he bent down and asked.
Because of its remote location, their post station has always been very peaceful.
Daily life is the same, even boring.
Occasionally, courtiers and officials pass by, and they just need to serve well and welcome them away.
Who knows, these two days in a row, day by day more and more thrilling.
First, the court officials were hunted down, and the killers who chased him disappeared mysteriously; Immediately afterwards, the official's wife was raped and killed.
This kind of thing makes the top and bottom of the post station a little nervous, for fear of being affected.
In particular, the post man who went to Beijing to deliver the letter was originally a post station person.
If the Quan people want to be angry, they can only suffer.
Yi Cheng sighed and said, "What can I do?"
Everything is out of the way, and it's only business.
Since it happened at the post station, he was going to write an excerpt.
It's just that before handing it over, he made up his mind to let Quan Moxian look at it first.
He knew that this Master Quan, who was famous for solving the broken finger case, also wanted to get married.
What's more, Kwon is a victim.
The newlywed wife died innocently, and he was moved with compassion in his heart.
It's just that the Jingzhong Dynasty is too far away from him, and he is not very sure how to write to help Quan Moxian.
Chang followed, lit an extra candle, and sharpened the ink for Yicheng.
After careful consideration, Yi Cheng picked up his pen and began to write excerpts.
A petty official like him, ranked at the bottom of the hundred officials, he was not born as a jinshi, but just a rough pen and ink.
He wrote it several times, but he was not satisfied, so he simply stopped thinking about the wording and honestly wrote down what he saw today.
Putting down the fold, he instructed: "You keep an eye on Lord Quan for me, and if he is free, come and tell me." ” In the post station for so many years, he has seen a lot of things, and he is not a stupid person.
Dare to kill the court officials, how huge the power behind it is, needless to say.
However, he still wants to help Quan Moxian and do his part.
In the entire Gaomang Dynasty, Emperor Qinglong stood at the top of power. followed by the martial arts ministers, and then the hundred officials.
A low-level official like Yi Cheng is not even in the stream, but he is the cornerstone of the largest number.
It is with them and all living beings that together they form such a huge empire and a prosperous world.
Who said that little people don't have power?
The night finally passed, and the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.
Immediately afterward, a red sun leaped out of the clouds, and the brilliant sunlight erupted, dispelling the only remaining haze of the night and bringing light to the earth.
Perhaps it was the heavy rain and haze that came in succession two days ago, but this round of sunrise is particularly energetic and bright at this time.
Quan Moxian pursed his lips and sat in the carriage, looking at the scene outside that was speeding backwards, and was silent.
Steward Liu sat across from him, and the wounds on his body were still aching.
Mu Chuan drove the carriage and galloped towards Lin Chenfei's farmhouse.
It was more than an hour before the carriage came to a slow stop.
Haifeng greeted him, hugged his fists and said, "Childe." ” He stayed here last night to take care of Lin Chenfei's body.
The eldest grandmother was abducted and killed under his nose, and he felt extremely guilty in his heart.
At the moment, my eyes were red, and I didn't want to rest for a while.
Quan Moxian nodded and walked forward.
Every step I take, my heart is heavy.
The hand he hid in his sleeve trembled uncontrollably, afraid to see what was next.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his pace.
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The worst has happened, unwilling to face it, and must also be faced.
Escaping will only turn you into a coward.
Lin Chenfei lay there quietly.
Because she had been cleaned and changed by a peasant woman, there was no blood on her body, and she looked as if she was asleep.
The morning light shone in through the worn window, staining her hair with a golden glow.
But the look on her face was still in the pain before she died.
That insidious poison is too tragic.
Quan Moxian slowly knelt in front of her, his trembling hands touched her cheeks, and he couldn't cry in an instant.
Tears flowed silently, and the man's suppressed cry filled the space, making the eyes of everyone in the room red, and silently wiping away tears.
"It's me who I'm sorry for you."
Quan Moxian muttered in a low voice.
He took out the jade magnolia hairpin from his arms and carefully inserted it into Lin Chenfei's hair, caring for it as gently as she did when she was alive.
"Sister Fei'er, you can go with peace of mind."
The tears gradually dried up, and Quan Moxian's expression became calm and cold again, but there was still a nasal voice in his voice that could not be concealed: "The people who killed you, I will send them to see you one by one." ” Quan Shi'an is dead, and in the next list: Quan Dong, Wang Ji, the mastermind behind the scenes, and Princess Baochang.
These people killed Lin Chenfei together, and their sins can only be washed away with blood!
He stood up, put his big palm on Lin Chenfei's eyes, and closed her eyes for her.
"Mu Chuan, you went to the tea room of Jingzhao Mansion to prepare for Fei'er."
Revenge can be taken slowly, and Lin Chenfei's future affairs cannot be sloppy.
The tea houses under the jurisdiction of the county towns of various states are the places where the folk white affairs are specially cooked, and the people in them are called "tea masters".
From the suspension of the spirit to the burial, there is a series of exquisiteness.
"Haifeng, ...... you" Quan Moxian closed his eyes and said with difficulty: "You go to report the funeral to Master Lin, and then go to my eldest sister first and go to see my mother together." ” The most difficult thing for him to face is his relatives.
What kind of face does this have for him to see his mentor again?
Lin Fuzi enlightened himself, taught himself to grow up with the teachings of a saint, and taught himself the principles of life.
In the end, he married his only daughter, the most beloved daughter, to him, thinking that he could bring her happiness.
But now, the good days didn't last long, and they waited for Lin Chenfei's death.
How does this make him account?
and his mother, who finally looked forward to becoming an official and marrying a daughter-in-law, thinking that everything would be fine, but what happened?
Haifeng felt his feelings, and hugged his fists in response: "Don't worry, the little one will persuade."
"It's not an easy errand, but he'll do his best.
"Uncle Liu, you also go back to Beijing.
Tell the young master of the Gong family that make all preparations, and I will help the coffin return to Beijing tomorrow and launch a counterattack.
Quan Moxian said: "You keep an eye on Wang Ji, waiting for the opportunity to get back the form signed by Quan Dong." ” "Son, you?"
"I'm here with her."
There is not much time left to accompany her, and when he returns to Beijing, he will let those who should pay the price taste failure!