Nightwatcher

The next day, Xu Qi'an squatted under the eaves, brushing his teeth and washing his face, calling out in his mind: "Master Shenshu?"

No response.

"Master? You said last night that I am the same kind of person as you, so I just want to ask, does Ning also pick up money every day?"

No response.

He is usually asleep. After all, it is a sealed item. Turn around and try to summon again. If there is still no response, then use my fiery and soft body to warm his cold body. I can barely accept Xu Qi'an's secret sigh of relief.

Putting on a handsome official uniform and tying up his long hair, Xu Qi'an hung the black gold long knife on his back, climbed over the ten-foot-high fence, and went to the main house to have breakfast.

Putting his hand on the hilt of the knife, he suddenly thought that Jianzheng gave him this knife back then, was it a kind of gesture of favor?

"I'm too careless, how can a first-rank master show affection to me. However, this knife matches my "Heaven and Earth One Sword Slash" very well, thank you supervisor."

Um?

Xu Qi'an suddenly stopped and froze on the spot.

The black gold long sword was given by Jian Zheng, and "Sword of Heaven and Earth" was sent by Si Tianjian. The black gold long sword and "Sword of Heaven and Earth" are very suitable, and Jian Zheng knows that I have strange luck. In the cold wind in the morning, Xu Qian Slowly shuddered.

At this moment, he has a sense of urgency that "there are deep routines in other worlds, and I want to return to Earth".

"Let's take one step at a time, improve your strength and status first, and let's talk about the future."

After tidying up his emotions, Xu Qi'an came to the front hall, the sky was getting bright, his aunt and second uncle were sitting at the dining table eating, and Lu'e was also sitting at the dining table, with a little bean on her lap.

"Brother!" Xu Lingyin greeted warmly, and quietly moved the meat buns and fried dough sticks into her arms.

What a plastic sibling. Xu Qi'an sat down, served himself a bowl of porridge, and glanced at the beautiful woman:

"Auntie got up so early?"

The aunt who got up early was in a bad mood, and didn't like to talk to her nephew very much. With her white and slender jade fingers, she twirled the porcelain spoon and stirred the rice porridge, and said lightly:

"Lingyue is not feeling well, I just went to visit."

"What's the matter?" Xu Qi'an frowned, he still cared about the beautiful and refined girl.

"What about my daughter's house" my aunt muttered in a low voice, not wanting to explain.

Oh, my aunt is here, but if my aunt comes, I won't be able to visit her. So, is dysmenorrhea?

The famous detective Xu Qi'an came to a conclusion.

After breakfast, Xu Qi'an said, "I'm going to visit Lingyue."

Neither the second uncle nor the aunt had any objections. The advantage of the military family is that there is no set of cumbersome rules in the scholarly family.

For example, between brothers and sisters or siblings, a fixed distance should be maintained when talking, salutes must be performed first when meeting, and no more time can be spent in private, unless there are several brothers and sisters having a banquet together.

Etc., etc.

Otherwise, Xu Lingyue would be very embarrassed at this time, and the elder should refuse.

"Daguo, Daguo, I want to see my sister too." Xu Lingyin jumped down from Lv'e's lap and grabbed Xu Qi'an's clothes.

Xu Qi'an thought she was walking slowly, so he pinched her under the creaking nest, and soon arrived at the door of Xu Lingyue's boudoir, knocked on the door, and said:

"Sister? Auntie said you are not feeling well?"

Xu Lingyue's weak voice came from the room: "I, I'm fine."

"Brother, can you come in?" Xu Qi said with peace of mind, do you want to tidy up the cloth that wiped the wound?

"Crackling" the servant girl opened the door, and greeted Xu Qi'an and Xiao Douding into the room.

Xu Lingyue was lying on the bed, sideways, clutching her stomach, her exquisite eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her pretty face was a little pale.

This looks a bit serious, is it really that painful? Xu Qi'an comforted: "Come on sunflower water, have you taken any medicine?"

Xu Lingyue was stunned for a moment, her pale face blushed twice, and she shook her head: "Mother said it would be fine if I endured it hard."

There was a little aggrieved in her tone.

After all, she was just a little girl, lying on the bed enduring the pain, alone, with only the servant girl by her side.

Dysmenorrhea is generally hard to endure in this era. After all, it is not a disease, and it will heal naturally after a while. For most middle and low-level civilians, there is no need to see a doctor if they are not dead.

I remember whether brown sugar ginger tea can cure dysmenorrhea? Forget it, go back and find Chu Caiwei to take a look

Xu Lingyin walked to the side of the bed, stretched out her stubby fingers, smoothed her sister's frown, and looked at her elder brother pitifully:

"Is my sister dying?"

Xu Lingyue: ""

"My sister won't die." Xu Qi'an comforted her.

"What's wrong with my sister?" Xu Lingyin asked in fear.

Dysmenorrhea, you don't understand sunflower water, you don't understand either Xu Qi'an thought for a moment, and he did, he stroked Xu Lingyin's head, and explained in plain language:

"My sister is too sensible and doesn't know how to make trouble, so I feel uncomfortable. When I become a troublemaker in the future, my stomach won't hurt."

Such things as dysmenorrhea will be relieved after getting married in the future, or even not. Therefore, Xu Qi'an's explanation can be said to be precise and easy to understand, which is rare in the world.

A stupid child like Xu Lingyin understood it, and nodded suddenly, with a very serious face: "I want to be a troublemaker too, so that my stomach won't hurt in the future."

"Brother, brother, what are you talking to her?" Xu Lingyue couldn't understand, but felt that what Xu Qi'an said was weird.

"You have a good rest." Xu Qi'an gently pinched the girl's face, and left with Xiao Douding.

On the way back to the front hall, he saw Xiao Douding running into the garden, grabbing a handful of soil, and hiding it furtively in his little hand.

What does she want to do? Xu Qi'an was taken aback.

Back in the front hall, the second uncle and aunt were still eating, and the former asked, "Is Lingyue feeling better?"

"It's hurting." When Xu Qi'an was speaking, she saw Xu Lingyin climbed onto the stool, leaning on the edge of the table with her small body, and threw the black soil into a large pot of porridge in front of her parents.

Then, standing on the stool, she let out a breath of relief so she wouldn't have a stomach ache.

Aunt and Uncle's faces were stiff, they turned their heads inch by inch, and looked at the young girl: "What are you doing?"

"I'm making trouble!" Xu Lingyin said proudly: "I will definitely make trouble in the future, unlike my sister who always troubles my parents."

After finishing speaking, she pinched her waist, waiting for her parents' praise.

My aunt remembered the cockroach incident, and for a while, old and new hatreds surged in her heart. She picked her up by the neck, put it on her thigh, and spanked her ass.

Xiao Douding was not convinced, and cried while defending: "Mom, why did you hit me?"

The aunt kept slapping her hands and said, "You are still so justified in throwing mud into the porridge?"

"Big brother taught me, big brother said that as long as you make trouble, your stomach won't hurt"

My aunt was furious, and her brows stood upright: "Xu Ningyan, what are you teaching her again?"

"The weather is really nice today, Second Uncle, I'm going to the yamen first." Xu Qi'an ran away in a panic.

Hit the yamen, the dungeon.

As a temporary prisoner, Heng Yuan was lucky enough not to be severely tortured. He was only whipped twice by the jailer when he first arrived. The reason was that the iron cock was not as clean as him.

A smelly monk with no oil and water.

"Kangdang" the door of the cell was opened, and the jailer yelled at the burly monk wearing shackles: "A grown-up wants to ask questions, come out."

Heng Yuan opened his eyes, stood up, and followed the jailer to the interrogation room.

In the slightly dim interrogation room, a masculine and handsome Tonggong sat on a big chair with a big horse and a golden knife, staring at him sharply.

Hengyuan knew this Tonggong. He had seen this Tonggong when the warm-hearted No. 3 helped him lurk and avoid arrest. At that time, he was standing on the ridge of the roof, pressing the knife with one hand, his waist was straight, and his bearing was extraordinary.

"Master, please sit down, I have a few questions I want to ask you." Xu Qi'an said, he examined the monk with a square face and rough features.

At first glance, he seems to be a reckless man, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are bright, calm, and his temperament is deep and restrained.

Hengyuan clasped his hands together, saluted, and then sat down.

"Name." Xu Qi'an lowered his head to drink tea.

"The monk does not speak his name, but the poor monk is forever."

"age."

"thirty."

Xu Qi'an raised his head in surprise and glanced at him. I remembered a joke: Uncle, how did you stay so young.

stay up.

Then you are Guigeng this year.

twenty years old.

Heng Yuan saw that there were more than forty people, are you still staying up every day when you are close to fifty? Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

"Born."

"A monk from Qinglong Temple."

"What kind of cultivation?"

"A rank eight monk."

Xu Qi'an frowned, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Don't play tricks on me."

An eighth-rank monk, who can break into the Pingyuan uncle's mansion at night to kill people, easily seriously injure two Tongluo who are practicing Qi, and walk away without any injuries?

Hengyuan said in a deep voice: "The poor monk is indeed an eighth-rank monk."

Eighth-rank monks I remember something strange in the Buddhist practice system. The next level of ninth-rank novice monks is seventh-rank mages, skipping eighth-rank monks.

Does Buddhism have two systems? Since there are two systems, why merge them together? Also, what's the next level of monks?

Xu Qi'an asked the doubts in his heart, and Heng Yuan shook his head: "Qinglong Temple does not have a corresponding unique knowledge, only Westward Travel can know."

Only Westbound can know? Well, most of the yamen’s archives don’t have relevant records. These are all trivial issues. Xu Qi’an said:

"Henghui has passed away, and the bones of Princess Pingyang have also been found. His Majesty issued a notice today. Uncle Ping Yuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, Zhang Feng, and the Ministry of Households are responsible for the three people, Sun Zhongming, who murdered the clan and the Yi family. You can rest easy."

"Amitabha." Heng Yuan closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Originally you just got involved in this case accidentally, and the watchman will not hold you accountable, but should you explain to the officer, what is this thing?"

Xu Qi'an took out a small jade mirror from his bosom, thumped it, and threw it on the table.

This small jade mirror was found from the bottom of the well, and it belonged to Hengyuan's No. 6 fragment.

PS: I have a cervical spondylosis, and it hurts like hell. I code for half an hour, just lie on the bed for a while, code for half an hour, just lie on the bed for a while. I really can't sit still, it's too sore.

There should be more additions to the leader of the next chapter, um, I should continue to code, but I don’t guarantee when it will be coded. Let’s see it tomorrow morning. If it can't be updated, then tomorrow will be four chapters, so don't stay up late and wait. I don't guarantee that it will be updated at night.

The cervical spine hurts too much, go lie down for a while first.