Happy Little Scholar

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The already dilapidated wooden door, under the external force, made a regular tremor, and dust fell.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps came from the yard.

The footsteps were very slow, and they paused, indicating that the owner of the footsteps walked very slowly. After a long time, an old voice came from the other side of the door: "Who is it?"

"It's me." A rough voice came from outside the door.

"Are you Da Zhuang from the east end of the village?"

"------Yes, I'm Da Zhuang, Old Liu, open the door quickly."

There was a sound of a wooden bolt being pulled from inside, and the wooden door creaked open. An old face poked out from the door. Seeing the strange man outside the door, the old man was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "You are not Da Zhuang!"

A trace of panic appeared on his face, and he hurried to close the wooden door.

The big man stretched out a hand and gently pressed against the wooden door, and the wooden door could no longer be closed.

"Uncle, you are not doing this right." The big man looked at him, shook his head, and said, "It's broad daylight now, there are so many people in the village, and there are three people squatting under the tree opposite. I can't do anything to you. Even if I'm not Dazhuang, you don't have to panic------Aren't you trying to cover up the truth?"

As if he realized the problem the big man said, the expression on the old man's face regained some calmness, and asked, "Who are you, why are you pretending to be Dazhuang?"

The big man looked at him and smiled, "Young Master Qin is in there, right?"

The old man's face changed again, shook his head violently, and immediately said, "I don't know any Young Master Qin, and I don't know what you are talking about. If you don't leave, I will call someone!"

"You've exposed yourself again..." The big man looked at him and said helplessly, "Even if you don't know Young Master Qin, just tell me, why act so excited, as if you are afraid that I know you know him, closing the door and calling people, aren't you telling me clearly that Young Master Qin is in there?"

After saying this, the old man's face was pale and bloodless.

The big man sighed and said, "Although Young Master Qin is a worthless person, he is still surnamed Qin. Even if he is dead, he can't just die outside casually..."

Seeing the old man's face getting paler and his body shaking constantly, the big man was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief, "Is he really dead?"

The old man's body shook even more violently.

After a moment, the big man looked at the old man and said with a tangled expression, "Dead------It's OK!"

...

The young master Qin of the Qin family who fled for fear of crime is back, but he was carried back by someone.

When he was carried back, he was already dead. According to the examination of the coroner in the yamen, the body's limbs... no, all five limbs were broken, the whole body was burned, and there were countless knife holes on his body, almost stabbed into a sieve...

It can be imagined how cruelly this young master suffered before his death.

This case is impossible to solve. The body was found on a river beach ten miles away from Kyoto. It had been soaked in water for a long time and was completely unrecognizable. No clues could be found. If it weren't for the jade pendant on his body that proved his identity, the constables in the yamen would not have recognized him as the young master Qin.

The Qin family had just experienced a huge change, and now they were going to hold a funeral. It was extremely tragic for Prime Minister Qin to send off his young son. When the people of Kyoto learned about this, they were also affected by this sad atmosphere. Every household decorated with lights and set up a banquet. The atmosphere was very lively.

The biggest dandy in Kyoto finally stopped harming people. The people didn't have to worry about it. Even some small dignitaries dared to let their wives and concubines go out. The New Year and festivals could not be compared with this happy event.

The Qin family, the servants and servants were all in mourning.

The fifth master of the Qin family supported Prime Minister Qin and slowly walked into the mourning hall.

After the two walked in, all the people in the mourning hall withdrew.

Qin Xiang had a calm expression, with no sadness or joy on his face, but his spine, which had been upright, bent down at some point and could no longer stand up.

Qin He helped Qin Xiang sit down and said softly, "Father, your health is not good, don't be too sad."

Qin Xiang raised his head, looked at him, and asked, "Did you do it yourself?"

Qin He stiffened when he heard this, but soon he relaxed and shook his head, "No."

Qin Xiang refused Qin He's help and stood up from the chair.

He walked out of the mourning hall slowly and looked back. The eldest son of the Qin family was now lying in the coffin in the middle.

He turned his head again and saw that the once prosperous Qin family had only one son left out of the five sons. The next generation was either affected by their fathers or too young to be taken back to their mothers' homes by their respective mothers...

The Qin family, with only two people left, can no longer be called a "family".

He wanted to laugh out loud, but he could only make a sound like a broken bellows, "Haha, old man, this life, this life..."

...

Li Yi was reading a poem, a poem written by Miss Liu Er.

He never knew that Miss Liu Er could write poetry. She had only been reading for a short time, and she probably couldn't recognize all the characters. This jump was really a bit big.

Miss Liu Er stood beside him and asked, "Is your handwriting ugly?"

Li Yi shook his head and said, "No way, if your handwriting is ugly, there will be no good handwriting in the world."

He said this not just to flatter Miss Liu Er. Miss Liu Er may not be able to read Chinese characters, read articles, or write poems, but she can write something that is envied by countless people. Good words.

Experts like them, if they can't even control their limbs well, they wouldn't dare go out and brag about where they are on the ranking list...

What's more, her handwriting is very similar to what she uses most in daily life. If she says her handwriting is not good, isn't it just a slap in the face?

A hint of imperceptible joy appeared on Miss Liu Er's face, and she asked, "Is it really not ugly?"

Li Yi said seriously: "I'm really not ugly, I swear to God."

Miss Liu Er breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I found some of your previous calligraphy to copy, but I was still worried..."

"It's just that the tone is wrong, there's no artistic conception, there's no meter, it doesn't rhyme, and the wording needs a lot of consideration..." Li Yi frowned, looked at Miss Liu Er, and said, "Ruyi, I think-- ----You'd better practice your sword well."

"------"

"Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded in the end. God's way is reincarnation. If you don't believe it, look up and see who God will spare..." Li Yi ran around the yard, turning back to warn Miss Liu Er: "Qin Yu has done many evil things, and now he dies. He died." You know how miserable it is. If you treat me like this again, when the day comes that my martial arts surpasses yours, I promise that I will repay you ten times a hundred times what you did to me today..."

Miss Liu Er held Qiu Shui in her hands, looked at him coldly, and followed him slowly, "I decided to listen to your advice and practice my sword well."

Miss Liu Er's penis was out of her sheath. The matter was too serious to be serious. Seeing Ruyi standing at the door, Li Yi quickly said: "Ruyi, Ruyi..., don't just look at her, take care of her!" "

Ruyi smiled and walked into the room holding Li Duan.

Li Yi looked at the sloppy old man leaning against the tree and said, "Mr. Xu, ten chicken legs, ten chicken legs, help me stop her!"

The sloppy old man raised his head and glanced at him, then looked away and returned his attention to the little yellow book in his hand.

In the whole courtyard, there are only two people who are more powerful than Miss Liu Er. One of them doesn't care about the friendship between husband and wife, and the other doesn't care about the morality of the world. Miss Liu Er's buttocks will swell if her hands and feet fall on them, but if autumn water falls on them, her buttocks will disappear. …

Your butt is important, walking is the best strategy!

He moved all his true energy to the soles of his feet, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, disappeared from the place, and headed straight towards the entrance of the courtyard.

boom!

Li Yi bumped into a figure unexpectedly. He stumbled and looked at the eldest princess standing at the door, covering her chest, frowning slightly, looking at him with dissatisfied eyes. His expression changed and he asked with concern: "Are you okay? Where did you bump? "Does it hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?"