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The pair of front hooves, still stained with Lai Ming's blood, were raised high and about to fall!

Zhou Xuyang was immediately frightened and his face was blue and white, and his heart was beating loudly!

There was a fishy smell coming from under the pants, and I was so frightened that I became incontinent!

Then, before the servants and young men around him had time to react.

The horse neighed!

Both hooves fell down brazenly!

Snapped!

The crisp sound of broken bones resounded in the wind and snow!

What followed was a burst of heart-rending screams!

Zhou Xuyang's two thighs were stepped on and their bones were broken!

——The red-hoofed colt was born in the central plains of Daxia. It has a docile temperament and is not easy to lose control. Because of this, it was valued by Mr. Zhou Xuyang and bought it as a car.

But no matter how docile it is, it can't change the fact that it is a fierce horse, a strong and sturdy horse with excellent speed, strength and endurance!

If this step is stepped on, let alone a well-dressed young man like Zhou Xuyang, even those practicing masters will not be able to get away with it if they are stepped on!

So under the crushing force of the horse's hooves, Zhou Xuyang's two thighs were as crisp as dead branches!

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The tragic howl was harsh and unpleasant, echoing in the wind and snow!

All the servants immediately reacted and were about to pull the powerful horse!

But the horse seemed to be crazy. It knocked over the servant who rushed up with its hooves, and then continued to stare at Zhou Xuyang, who was howling in pain.

Horse, heard the sound.

Not the kind of sound that humans make that has no meaning.

But a voice it can understand.

said the voice.

- Step on it.

Under that voice, the horse thought of a lot - the whips he had received during these years, the severe beatings he received when he couldn't outrun other horses, and the reins that were almost cut into his flesh... all kinds of emotions, ferocious outbursts!

So, the pair of hooves covered in bright red lifted up again in Zhou Xuyang's horrified eyes!

fall!

This time, it’s hands!

Under the heavy hooves, the palms were shattered and stuck to the snow!

It was so tragic that ghosts cried and wolves howled!

Even if it makes the people around him tremble with fear!

This is not over yet!

The usually docile horse seemed to be in a daze!

Step on it again!

This time, it’s the chest!

Bang bang bang bang!

His ribs were broken, his organs were shaken, and bright red blood spurted out of Zhou Xuyang's mouth. He was dying.

Then, two hooves enlarged before his eyes!

boom!

Like a watermelon that was smashed to pieces by a hammer in the summer, the round head suddenly shattered, and red and white splattered all over the place, dyeing the thick snow red.

After all this was done, the horse stopped and swayed its tail as if nothing had happened.

"Wow wow wow——"

Those young masters had never seen such a scene before, and they all immediately vomited!

Those servants of Zhou Xuyang who usually bullied others turned pale!

died!

Zhou Xuyang is dead!

He was trampled to death by his own horse!

The extremely bloody scene tells this fact coldly and ferociously.

This was not over yet. After the red-hoofed colt went berserk, the horses of several young men around them also turned their heads as never before and looked at them calmly.

There seemed to be something in those eyes that a horse shouldn't have.

In addition, Zhou Xuyang's tragic situation is right in front of us, how can these young men still hold their nerve?

He was so frightened that he jumped off his horse and ran away, for fear that his horse would also go crazy!

Only a few servants of the Zhou family were left, as well as Zhou Xuyang's incomplete body.

As well as the melon-eating people who came to watch the excitement after hearing the news.

This bloody scene makes me feel sick and want to see it.

After understanding the whole story, these common people all said it.

——Deserved it!

Yesterday, people lost their lives, and today they are suffering from disaster. What is this called?

This is called a natural cycle, and retribution is unpleasant!

While people were coming and going, Yu Chen quietly walked out of the crowd.

Take a deep breath and feel refreshed and refreshed by the wind and snow in the sky!

It was getting late, and he was too lazy to go up the mountain to cook. He simply ordered a bowl of steaming tofu puffs and a roast chicken from a restaurant in a nearby city, and ate them deliciously.

Finally, I packed some food and brought it to Qing Huan.

Zhou Xuyang's death this week has nothing to do with him anymore.

At the same time, people from the Zhou family and the government came.

After asking the people around and those young masters who had run away, they found out what the circumstances of Zhou Xuyang's death were.

Immediately, it was characterized as an accident.

But Zhou Xuyang's father probably had some experience in the underworld, and he refused to believe that it was an accident, claiming that it was caused by someone.

Immediately activate your own network and check it out.

But after searching again and again, no results were found.

Things can only pass.

The only ones worth talking about are those young men who originally liked horse racing. I heard that when they saw horses, they felt like vomiting.

And on Yufeng Street, the high-spirited figure of Lang, the young man in bright clothes and angry horse, was no longer seen.

Of course, these are all things for later.

It has nothing to do with a tomb guard.

The next day.

Yu Chen got up from the bed happily, cooked some porridge, and asked Qing Huan, who had come back from work, to eat it.

This little girl had big dark circles under her eyes and was not in good spirits. When Yu Chen asked, she said she had a dream last night. In the dream, there was a kind and amiable grandfather who taught her how to read and write and told her a lot. They said she had a talent for reading, that she was going to Hede Academy, which she had never heard of, that she was going to find a man named Zhao Rusong...

etc.

Recalling that Wen Sheng asked him for a paper man body last night, Yu Chen immediately understood.

——This is not a fucking dream.

The old man didn't know if he was eager for talent, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he went to teach Qing Huan himself.

But Yu Chen didn't say much. He just comforted her and finished breakfast.

After eating, Yu Chen returned to the room, put on the clothes of the tomb keeper, took on the jade plaque, and took care of himself.

Because today is a big day.

What day is it?

The day when the Great Xia Wen Sheng was buried!

At noon, a huge procession started from the government office, beating gongs and drums, lighting incense and wax, playing music and lamentations, and went up to the Wanjialing Mausoleum in Mingshan Mountain.

In front of them were Jinling city guards wearing armor to see each other off, and behind were three thousand academy students following them. They all lowered their heads and looked sad, feeling dejected.

In the middle of the team, Zhao Rusong and other disciples were holding the portrait of Wen Sheng and walking quietly, followed by imposing guys.

"That tall middle-aged man is Zhou Mu. He has the final say in Jinling."

"The one who carries a sword when attending funerals is called Yang Wei. He is the commander of the Prison Department. Yang Qingfeng, who came to Jinling with you before, is his descendant."

"That guy who is as strong as an ox is King Shenwu. This kid has always been at odds with me, but he unexpectedly came to attend my funeral."

"That bunch are people from various Taoist temples - these guys probably want me to die, and they are still pretending to be like this, hypocritically."

"Those are the commanders of the Eight Great Departments of Jinling. They are in charge of all aspects of affairs in Jinling..."

"..."

Yu Chen lowered his head, looked at the vast crowd, and listened to the chattering introduction of the literary saint in his ears.

It just feels...a little awkward.

To hear a dead man introduce the members attending his own funeral...that's pretty explosive no matter where you put it.

The grand funeral lasted for most of the day, and the big shots just went down the mountain.

Only Zhao Rusong stayed, walked into the house, and asked Yu Chen if he was getting used to visiting graves.

His original intention was that if Yu Chen said he couldn't bear it, he would arrange another job for him, but he didn't expect Yu Chen to say that this job was great.

Zhao Rusong gave up and said that if anything happened, he could go to the Audit Department and Hede Academy to find him.

Finally, it’s time to go down the mountain.

But Yu Chen suddenly stopped him, called Qing Huan out again, and told him all about Qing Huan's dream last night.

Zhao Rusong looked at the dirty little girl in front of him, frowned, and asked, "Girl, do you know the old man who taught you how to read and write in your dream and asked you to come to me?"

Qing Huan shook his head honestly: "Reporting to your lord, I don't know Qing Huan, but his appearance..."

"What's wrong with the appearance?" Zhao Rusong asked.

"It's exactly the same as the one on the portrait you are holding today." Qing Huan said cautiously.

At that moment, like thunder on the ground, Zhao Rusong felt his head buzzing!

He even asked the old man what else he said.

Qing Huan said everything.

He said that the old man said that she had some kind of Wenqu spiritual root, so he asked her to enter Hede Academy and let her practice the art of Wen.

The more he listened, the more Zhao Rusong felt something was wrong.

I wonder if this little girl is a liar?

Until Qing Huan hesitated and said another thing.

She said that the old man told her that Zhao Rusong had his first wet dream when he was twelve years old. He was so frightened that he went to ask him early in the morning if he had any disease...

After listening, Yu Chen said it was difficult not to laugh.

Zhao Rusong was embarrassed and filled with shock!

This matter indeed happened, and was even remembered deeply, and... only he and Wen Sheng knew about it!

Could it be that the teacher really dreamed of this little girl? !

Now, Zhao Rusong believed it in his heart.

His attitude towards Qing Huan also changed drastically.

To say that it was originally just out of politeness and literacy of a scholar, now, it is completely a piece of uncut jade.

Lian asked Qing Huan to pack his things and go down the mountain with him, and go to Hede Academy as the teacher wanted!

Qing Huan never dreamed that just one dream would change her identity drastically.

There is both fear, expectation, and a bit of reluctance.

She looked at Yu Chen.

Although this immediate boss had only been here for a few days, he undoubtedly left a deep impression on Qing Huan.

——Gentle, kind, benevolent, cooks delicious food, and is a pervert...

Although there may be something strange mixed in, overall, Qing Huan has great respect for Yu Chen who is willing to help him conceal the murder and cook for him.

Now that I have to leave suddenly, I am naturally reluctant to leave.

Yu Chen was open-minded, waved his hand, and joked that Qing Huan should not forget about himself when he gets rich.

Little did he know that this girl took it seriously and nodded heavily with tears in her eyes!

Then he reluctantly packed up his things, followed Zhao Rusong, and headed down the mountain three steps at a time.

At the same time, Zhao Rusong also told Yu Chen that the people from the Zhonggu Division would send new handymen in two days.

Of course, if Yu Chen has a suitable candidate, he can also take him directly to the Bell and Drum Division.

After the two of them left, Yu Chen lay down on the chair and looked at Wen Sheng beside him with some helplessness.

"I said, old man, we have been grave caretakers for almost ten years, and we have never done this kind of thing..."

He scratched his head,

"We have professional ethics."

"I would never dig a grave."

"It's better to dig the grave of the great Xia Literary Saint... Just thinking about it makes my head hurt!"

Yesterday, I read everyone’s opinions and found that the majority of people are willing to update twice a day and 3,000 words per update, so from now on I will guarantee two updates a day and 3,000+ words per update. This is the first update, brothers, please read it first, there will be another chapter later, it is also 3000+