Nightwatcher

It seems that there is something urgent. They are Da Lang's colleagues. Could it be related to Da Lang?

The gatekeeper Lao Zhang bowed and nodded: "The three adults follow me."

Nangong Qianrou got up, and led by the gatekeeper Lao Zhang, walked through the front hall to the backyard. From a distance, I saw a child wearing a small cloth bag, whose appearance could only be considered cute, being led out by a girl in a stunning long skirt.

The childish child pursed his mouth, following his steps with a face of reluctance.

The two sides met each other, the girl stopped and looked at the three watchmen in astonishment.

"The three adults have something to see the master." Old Zhang, the concierge, explained.

Xu Lingyue nodded reservedly, looked away, and dragged Xiao Douding aside.

Xu Lingyin was dragged by her sister with one hand, and raised the other hand, pointed at Nangong Qianrou with her stubby fingers, and shouted:

"What a beautiful sister, as beautiful as my mother."

Pretty sister? ! The expressionless Nangong Qianrou almost failed, turned her head in disbelief, stared at Xu Lingyin, her eyes twitching non-stop.

Is this kid an idiot? Are the eyes just for decoration?

He raised his head slightly to let the child look at his Adam's apple. But the stupid child didn't understand what he meant at all, and kept yelling:

"Sister, you are as beautiful as my mother."

She seemed to think that being as beautiful as her mother was a high praise.

Nangong Qianrou left in a flick of her sleeves, and someone else dared to say that he was a woman, and she would have to shed her skin if she didn't die. It's just that he is a majestic golden gong, and he is too lazy to be as knowledgeable as a child.

Xu Lingyue watched the backs of Nangong Qianrou and the other three as they entered the hall.

"Why didn't sister leave?" Xu Lingyin raised her palm-sized face.

"It's brother's colleague, let's go to the school later." Xu Lingyue said softly, leading her sister back.

In the back hall, Xu Pingzhi, who had just finished his meal, got up hastily and greeted him, a little puzzled, a little panicked, and said with clasped fists, "Lord Jinluo."

Xu Pingzhi did not expect that the dignified golden gong would come to Xu's residence.

With Jin Luo's noble status, even if Xu Qi'an was a fish in water in the policeman's yamen, he would not be able to condescend to condescend to a Tong Luo's family.

Unless there is something urgent.

This golden gong is quite beautiful, from a distance, he thought it was a woman, no worse than Erlang, who looks like a boy and a girl, Xu Pingzhi thought to himself.

"Pretty sister."

Xiao Douding followed Xu Lingyue back, stood at the threshold, and yelled flatteringly.

This child is so annoying, Nangong Qianrou frowned when you cried later, thinking of Xu Qi'an's death, her heart sank.

He glanced over at Xu Pingzhi, and looked at the beautiful woman at the dining table, what the child said was true, she was indeed a beautiful woman.

"Master Jin Luo has come to the humble house, what advice do you have?" Xu Pingzhi asked.

Nangong Qianrou withdrew her gaze, fell silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Xu Qi'an died in Yunzhou, and I'm here to deliver money."

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, and the gong behind him handed over the silver with a calm expression.

Nangong Qianrou handed over three hundred taels of silver to Xu Pingzhi, but Xu Pingzhi didn't accept it, he was stunned, like a stone carving, motionless.

Even his eyes froze.

The words that Xu Qi'an died in the post of Nangong Qianrou felt like a thunderbolt exploding in Xu Pingzhi's ears.

For a moment, I felt that the whole world lost its color, my mind was filled with bad news, and all thoughts were lost.

Xu Qi'an is his nephew, the orphan of his elder brother, he has been raised by his side for twenty years, how is he different from his own son? No, even more loving than my own son.

Second Uncle Xu has always had a strong sense of responsibility towards Xu Qi'an, because he is the orphan of his brother's lineage and the only surviving one.

Bringing him up, watching him marry a wife and have children, and spreading the branches and leaves for the long house is Xu Pingzhi's best wish in this life.

Now, this nephew is gone, so is it gone?

In a daze, Xu Pingzhi suddenly heard a sound of falling, and when he looked back, it was his wife who had passed out.

"Sister, what is martyrdom?"

Xu Lingyin didn't understand, she raised her head and looked at Xu Lingyue beside her.

Xu Lingyue didn't answer, she just stood there, like a lifeless paper flower, beautiful but pale.

Old Zhang, the concierge, burst into tears: "To die in the line of duty is to die."

Nangong Qianrou sighed inwardly, put the money on the table, and said, "In three to five days, the bones will be sent back to the capital, you should prepare for the funeral in advance."

The documents that were expedited at 800 miles, naturally arrived in the capital earlier than the bones.

After speaking, Nangong Qianrou turned around and was about to leave.

"you're lying!"

Roaring like a little lion came, Xu Lingyin stopped in front of the three watchmen, glaring at Nangong Qianrou menacingly.

A six-year-old child already knows what death is.

Nangong Qianrou ignored Xu Lingyin and continued walking outside. But Xu Lingyin refused to let him go, and chased him to death, shouting: "You lied, you lied!"

A child's thinking is very simple, as long as he subdues the liar and let him take back what he just said, the elder brother will come back, as long as he subdues the liar, the elder brother will come back

Nangong Qianrou had no choice but to quicken her pace, and left Xu's mansion with two gongs. After walking a long way, he looked back worriedly.

The child persisted in chasing it out, and stood alone at the door, crying, his small body trembling unceasingly.

Like an abandoned animal.

Nangong Qianrou suddenly felt a little regretful, he should have waited for a while, and waited for the child to go to school to tell the news of Xu Qi'an's death.

"Take her back and let her family take good care of her." Nangong Qianrou turned her head and ordered the gong on the left.

"yes."

Xu Mansion, carrying his fainted wife back to the room, Xu Pingzhi came to the front hall to look for his daughter, intending to say a few words of comfort, but Xu Lingyue sat silently by the table, her eyes were empty and she remained motionless.

Second Uncle Xu let out a breath slowly, called the porter Lao Zhang, and said in a deep voice, "Send someone to the academy, tell Erlang the news, and let him return home as soon as possible."

Old Zhang wiped away his tears and nodded, then backed away.

In fact, few servants in the mansion know how to ride a horse. Whether it is the importance of the matter or the time, it is reasonable for Xu Pingzhi to go to Yunlu Academy by himself.

The concierge old Zhang knew that the master couldn't ride a horse now.

From the capital to Qingyun Mountain, it takes two hours to go back and forth. If the horsemanship is not exquisite enough, it will take longer.

Xu Nian returned to the mansion at noon, and came back alone, and the servant who sent the message was left behind by him.

The horse galloped to the gate, Xu Xinnian pulled the reins violently, the horse stopped suddenly, and its front hooves were raised high.

Before the horse's front hooves fell, Xu Xinian had already dismounted and rushed into the house with a pale face. When he crossed the threshold, he tripped and fell hard to the ground, breaking his forehead.

He didn't realize it, staggered up, stumbled into the mansion, saw his family in the back hall, saw the weeping mother, saw the empty-eyed, lifeless sister.

Of course, there is also Xu Lingyin who is sitting alone on the steps outside the front hall, scribbling on the ground with a dead branch.

When the bad news came, the adults were immersed in grief and ignored the children's feelings. Xu Lingyin didn't dare to ask or speak, so she could only sit alone on the steps without saying a word.

Xu Pingzhi's eyes were red, he looked at him, and said in a low voice: "Erlang, your elder brother is gone."

Xu New Year's body swayed, and his eyes turned black.

When noon came, the sky became gloomy, and the cold wind raged. Immediately afterwards, it began to snow heavily.

This is the first snow after the spring festival, and there are many. After a while, the snow covered the ridges, treetops, and paths, and the whole world was covered with a thin silver dress.

The palace, the imperial garden.

The prince invited the second prince, fourth prince, sixth prince, and three princesses to enjoy the snow at the Qingji Pavilion.

The charcoal fire was blazing, and there were delicious wine and food on the table. The prince took a sip of the wine and said with a smile:

"It snowed last year. I thought I would see the snow again until the end of the year. I didn't expect the snow to come again just after the Spring Festival."

The third princess smiled and said: "I heard from the magician who made the almanac by the Sitianjian that the snow fell more heavily before spring, and the harvest after autumn will be agreed. I don't know if it is true or not. It's time for spring."

The prince smiled and nodded, then looked at the fourth prince, and asked: "What's going on with Huaiqing recently? She stays in the bedroom all day and sent someone to find her out for a drink. She said she was not feeling well."

The fourth prince shook his head in a muffled voice: "I don't know."

Huaiqing hadn't appeared for a while, and originally would occasionally get together with the royal brothers and sisters, but since a while ago, he directly closed the door to thank the guests.

Although the fourth prince and Huaiqing are siblings, but with Huaiqing's character, even brothers and sisters can't get close.

Hmph, it must be shameless to see others illuminated by my light Lin'an took a sip of wine, thinking proudly.

With the widespread spread of backgammon, her name in Lin'an also shocked the capital. Let me ask, under the brilliance of this princess, the humble Huaiqing naturally had to stay at home and dare not go out.

Thinking of this, Lin'an took a few more sips happily, Hongxia quietly climbed onto her round face, her charming and affectionate peach blossom eyes were slightly blurred.

The princes couldn't help but take a few more glances. It's very pleasing to have a younger sister who is extremely talented and beautiful.

Well, the word "talent" is still to be discussed, and the beauty is well-deserved.

In Xu Qi'an's heart, besides fitting the image of the little nightclub queen, there is also the girl who was very beautiful in her class when she was young, but her grades were poor.

The kind of female academic scum who would frown and scratch her head when doing math problems.

But because she is too beautiful, she is highly sought after by boys, which will make other girls in the class hate her, and secretly slander her as a flirtatious jean.

And Huaiqing is a high-cold female academic bully, but because her personality is too arrogant, she won't be liked by girls, so she is jealous in private: cut, what's the big deal.

The only difference between the high-cold female academic bully and the coquettish female academic bully is that the female academic bully can kill other girls in the class. The female school scumbag could only pout angrily.

"This snow is auspicious. Do you know the urgent documents for eight hundred miles yesterday?" The prince brought up a topic.

"Zhang Xingying quelled the Yunzhou rebellion?" said the fourth prince.

The crown prince nodded: "Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry of the Qi Party colluded with the Witch God Sect and cultivated power in Yunzhou. His intentions were to be punished. Fortunately, Governor Zhang was outstanding in his ability to see through the conspiracy and wiped out the rebellious party."

After a pause, the crown prince looked at his younger sister Lin'an: "Xu Qi'an made great contributions to this case, and he was posthumously named the son of Changle County, which is worthy of his name."

"Of course, Xu Qi'an is me"

Originally Lin'an was happy to hear the crown prince's elder brother praised Xu Qi'an, and instinctively wanted to show off, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she suddenly froze.

"Brother Prince, what are you talking about?"

On that charming and affectionate face, the sweet smile froze a little bit, the peach blossom eyes slightly widened, but the expression was empty, and she stared at the prince blankly.

"Oh, don't you know?" The fourth prince sighed:

"The gong Xu Qi'an died in the line of duty, what a pity, what a pity."

Bang The wine glass shattered on the ground.

Everyone looked at Lin'an.

Lin'an was unaware of his gaffe, and tightly grabbed the prince's sleeve with his delicate and white hands, crying tremblingly: "Brother prince, don't joke with me!"

There was a crystal light in her eyes, as well as a pitiful pleading.

The prince was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly became gloomy, he brushed away Lin'an's hand, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is true, the emperor has already drawn up an order, and when the bones of the gong are transported back to the capital, he will issue an order to chase after him." seal up.

"Lin'an, pay attention to your own identity."

The majestic Princess Feng, who lost her composure because of the death of a subordinate, is sentimental when the crown prince is in Lin'an. He didn't want to speculate further.

Lin'an withdrew his hand silently, got up without saying a word, and walked into the vast snow.

"Lin'an, Lin'an" the prince chased to the edge of the pavilion and shouted at her back.

The red dress walked forward silently, snowflakes fluttered and fell on her hair.

The prince turned his head and roared at Lin'an's close maid: "Don't hold an umbrella for the princess yet."

The maid happened to pick up the umbrella and was about to catch up, but she stopped when she heard the words, blessed the prince, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and hurriedly chased after him.

Inside the pavilion, the princes and princesses hadn't recovered from their memories, and their expressions were blank.

On the other side, the court lady whose buttocks had been patted by Xu Qi'an held an umbrella, and carefully looked at Lin'an's profile, not daring to speak.

What a pity, the palace maid sighed inwardly when the gong died.

Suddenly, she heard a slight choking sob, she turned her head in astonishment, and saw that Princess Lin'an had tears streaming down her face.

"Princess?!"

The palace maid trembled and yelled, looking around in a panic, but fortunately it was snowing heavily and there was no one around, she lowered her voice: "Why are you crying, yes, is it because of him?"

"Bengong, I don't know"

Tears fell drop by drop, Lin'an raised his hand and pressed his chest.

It's empty here.

"It's snowing. I like snow days. I should wait for the snow to stop. Then I can have snowball fights with my brothers, and I can also build snowmen and snow horses."

In the warm tea room where Princess Huaiqing lives, Chu Caiwei holds a cup of tea, eats pastries, and looks at the heavy snow outside the window.

She has shallow dimples and enjoys a pleasant afternoon, with hot tea, delicious pastries, and watching the snow.

Princess Huaiqing was wearing a white palace dress. She had long survived the cold and heat, and she was wearing a summer dress that highlighted her figure.

She ignored the nagging of her close friends, holding the scroll in her hand, but stared at Daxue in a daze.

"Princess Huaiqing, what's the matter with you, you've been out of your mind these days." Chu Caiwei felt very angry when she felt that she was being ignored.

There were pieces of pure white snowflakes reflected in the bright black eyes, Huaiqing said quietly: "Caiwei, I'm afraid the letter I wrote on your behalf may not be delivered to you."

Chu Caiwei ate the cake heartlessly and asked, "Why?"

"He died in the line of duty."

Chu Caiwei shook her hand, and the pastry fell to the ground.

Star Observation Building, Eight Diagrams Platform.

Chu Caiwei stepped down the steps dejectedly and came to the top floor of the Star Observation Tower.

The goose feather snow was drifting, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the Bagua platform. The prisoner was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, with a radius of three feet, and no snow fell.

Chu Caiwei stopped behind the supervisor, choked up with grievances and said: "Teacher"

"From childhood to adulthood, every time a senior brother bullied you, you would cry and run to sue the teacher." The supervisor didn't look back, and drank a glass of wine with a smile.

"No brother bullied me." Chu Caiwei pursed her lips and cried out loudly: "Xu Qi'an is dead, Xu Qi'an is dead, I'm so sad"

The prisoner was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at the south, seemed to be concentrating on something, and suddenly chuckled: "Good thing."

Chu Caiwei cried even more fiercely, stomping her feet vigorously, cursing while crying: "Bad old man, stinky old man, my friend is dead, and you still say good things, why don't you die."

"How did you tell the teacher? The teacher has lived for five hundred years, and he hasn't lived enough. He has to borrow another five hundred years from the sky." The supervisor said angrily.

"Then, what you said just now is what a teacher should say." Chu Caiwei cried.

"It's a good thing to say good things for the teacher." Jianzheng said, "The bodiless pill that the teacher gave you the year before last, have you taken it?"

"What bodiless pill?" Chu Caiwei wiped away tears.

"Taibodiwan, only three bodiless pills were refined in one Jiazi. Emperor Yuan Jing asked for a teacher, but he didn't give him the bodiless pills." The supervisor became even more angry.

"Oh, it's in my bag." Chu Caiwei said sobbingly, "I'd forget it if you didn't tell me, and I don't need that thing."

The prisoner nodded and said with a smile: "Remember, you gave Xu Qi'an the bodiless pill."

"I don't."

"You sent it."

"I don't have it, it's in my bag."

"Shut up, you gave it away. If someone asks you later, just say so."

"Oh." Chu Caiwei cried again: "Teacher, Xu Qi'an is dead."

She has a habit of coming to the prison to cry when encountering sad things. Just like when a child is wronged, he will cry to his parents.

"You have just stepped into the sixth rank, so don't go out these days."

After Chu Caiwei left, Jianzheng spread out his palm, and an orange-yellow elixir lay quietly in his palm.

Then, Jianzheng pulled out a strand of white beard and exhaled lightly.

That strand of beard fluttered with the wind, higher and higher, and suddenly swelled, turning into a big white bird.

The big bird sang desolately, hovered in the air for a moment, swooped down, and snatched the bodiless pill from Jianzheng's hand.

Chu Caiwei returned to the room, lowered her head and rummaged in the deerskin pouch at her waist.

"Why did the teacher suddenly tell me about the bodiless pills, and that she gave them to Xu Qi'an?" She was sobbing and searching, but she couldn't find the bodiless pills.

"You trust Wei Yuan so much? Are you willing to tell him all your secrets?"

In the dark cabin, Yang Qianhuan sat cross-legged, with his back to the coffin.

The fact that Xu Qi'an was Wei Yuan's illegitimate son, he knew it was unbelievable after a little thought. Xu Qi'an was twenty years old, and Wei Yuan had already been an eunuch in the palace more than twenty years ago.

"Father is just joking, do you understand the joke?" Xu Qi'an lay in the coffin and sighed:

"Trust is of course trust. Mr. Wei treats me well and is willing to cultivate me. It's not an exaggeration to say that he treats me as much as a mountain. But in fact, I am a little bit reluctant to tell him the secret."

"Why?"

"How should I put it, Wei Gong's mind is too deep for people to see through. You never know what is going on in his mind. You also don't know how he will react after telling him the secret."

"It's true, Wei Yuan, like my teacher, is a person with a deep and terrifying mind. Even a man like me who holds the moon and picks the stars can't see through them." Yang Qianhuan was puzzled:

"Then why are you willing to talk to me about what's on your mind?"

Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "Because Senior Brother Yang is a man with a pure heart."

I don't care about everything else except my hobby.

Yang Qianhuan nodded, and felt that the words were strange, "I always feel that this is not a good thing, have you ever thought about leaving the capital? Anyway, you are dead, and you can go anywhere."

"But my family members are all in the capital, so of course I have to go back if I can go back." Xu Qi'an sighed:

"I also yearn for the days when Qingshan walked the rivers and lakes with a sword in hand. But no matter where you go, there is a home in the world where you can go back at any time, so you won't panic. And once I leave the capital, I may not be able to go back in this life gone."

After getting along for a period of time, maybe it was too boring, the two of them chatted casually at first, and gradually began to talk about something in their hearts.

"That's true. When I'm away from home, as long as I think of the brothers and sisters of Si Tianjian and the teacher, I feel at ease. It's not really homeless, it's just traveling." Yang Qianhuan nodded slightly.

Xu Qi'an said that he would go back and ask Wei Yuan for advice, but he was actually perfunctory Yang Qianhuan, and he was weighing the pros and cons of confessing in his heart.

Wei Yuan treats him well, he knows it. But after confessing, will Wei Yuan choose to seal Shenshu again, or choose to turn a blind eye? In the absence of a reference, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to take the risk.

After all, he is not Wei Yuan's own son.

But he was reluctant to leave the capital, so he was in a dilemma for a while.

In addition, the monk Shenshu once asked him to keep a secret and not reveal his existence. Xu Qi'an was not sure how Monk Shenshu would react when he told Wei Yuan the secret.

You can't really believe that a god-like master is a merciful Bodhisattva just because he always has a pleasant face.

"Hey, Senior Brother Yang, have you got married yet?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"No." Yang Qianhuan shook his head: "A woman is a burden, I don't need it."

That's it, I still think that when you have sex with your wife, are you not allowed to see your face? If this is the case, then you have only two ways to go: one, become a man who will always stand behind his wife, like Yasheng from Yunlu Academy. Two, be a hot-hearted man.

Thinking about it, Xu Qi'an couldn't help laughing.

At this time, an unknown bird's cry came from outside the ship, desolate and lonely, like the mourning of a night owl.

Yang Qianhuan was taken aback for a moment, then was taken aback, and blurted out: "It's the teacher's breath."

PS: I will return to Beijing in the next chapter, so I will correct the typo after I get home from get off work.