At the corner of the street, Zhao Dexun poked his head out and called softly: "Your Highness."
Yuan Zhe, who was behind him, raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face with a sweater, stepped out, and glanced towards the end of the street.
I saw a rough man holding a three or four year old baby in his arms and knocked on the door.
The woman opened the door and came out, hurriedly holding the child over.
After the man walked away, Yuan Zhe stepped forward, followed closely by Zhao Dexun.
Seeing that the woman was about to close the door, Yuan Zhe took a few steps quickly.
With a "pop" sound, Yuan Zhe slapped the dilapidated door with his big hand, startling the woman.
"You, who are you?"
With tears on her face, the woman saw two burly men entering the hospital and unconsciously hugged the child in her arms tightly.
Yuan Zhe didn't say anything and went straight into the house.
Zhao Dexun grabbed the woman by the back of her neck and dragged her into the house.
The decoration is minimalist, the square table is clean, but the food on it is sour.
Yuan Zhe frowned, picked up the clothes of the child next to him, and covered them up.
"Do you know Zhang Dazhuang?"
The woman trembled, with a look of horror on her face, and shook her head like a rattle: "No, I don't know him."
"Don't know? Then why did your man commit suicide?"
The woman held the child tightly and remained silent.
"As long as you write a list, I will let you go."
"Wha...what list?"
Yuan Zhe took out a piece of paper from his arms and put it on the table: "Those who participated in the fight that day."
The woman was startled and took two steps back, almost falling.
Zhao Dexun stood behind her and gave her a gentle push before she could barely stand.
"Sir," the woman knelt down with tears in her eyes: "Sir, please spare us orphans and widows!"
Yuan Zhe leaned forward slightly and smiled coldly: "It seems that you don't want to write."
Zhao Dexun stepped forward, held the baby with one hand, opened the woman's hand with the other, and forcefully took the baby out!
"No! No!" the woman screamed, making the child cry in fright.
"Sir! Sir, please let him go!" The woman held Zhao Dexun's feet with both hands and kept kowtowing.
Zhao Dexun was a little flustered and looked at Yuan Zhe.
Yuan Zhe also couldn't bear it, but he had to do enough to get what he wanted!
"Ahem." Yuan Zhe coughed violently and regained his stern expression: "Take the list in exchange for your son's life."
"What's the list? I really don't know, sir!"
Yuan Zhe glanced at Zhao Dexun, who took a deep breath and walked out with the child in his arms.
"Mother - mother -"
The child cried and stretched out his hands to his mother.
The woman immediately went crazy, got up and rushed out, trying to take the child away from Zhao Dexun.
Zhao Dexun grabbed the child's shirt by his chest and lifted it up hard!
Yuan Zhe was frightened. He was afraid that the child would fall, so he followed him outside the hospital and stared closely.
The woman stood on tiptoes, but still couldn't reach Zhao Dexun's face. She punched Zhao Dexun's chest several times, then raised her head, with despair in her eyes, and slowly knelt down: "Sir, I say, I say. ..Please, please don’t hurt my child..."
Zhao Dexun turned his head slightly and looked at Yuan Zhe again.
Yuan Zhe put his hands behind his back and nodded.
The child fell firmly into Zhao Dexun's arms and cried non-stop.
Several people returned to the house again.
The woman stood in front of the table, looked at the white paper on the table, and plucked her hands: "Sir, I don't know Chinese characters, can you memorize it?"
Yuan Zhe sat down, lowered his head and raised his hand: "Pen."
"At home, no."
Yuan Zhe looked up and saw that the woman didn't seem to be lying. He looked around again and found that there was indeed no pen, ink, paper or inkstone.
"Your Highness, let me do it."
Zhao Dexun put the child down.
When the woman saw this, she rushed over and held the child in her arms, trembling.
Zhao Dexun pushed the hilt of the sword away with his thumb, and lightly scratched the blade with his index finger, and a lot of blood came out.
Bending down, he put his fingers on the paper: "Say it."
"Zai Zhang, in the east of the village, there is a big locust tree in front of the door."
"Zhao Wu, in the north of the village, there are two low earth walls with a high house in between. This is his home."
Seeing that the woman stopped talking, Zhao Dexun stood up and looked at her.
"Sir, the others are from other villages. As a woman, I really don't know."
Yuan Zhe picked up the paper and said lightly: "That's it."
The two of them strode out of the yard.
Zhou Hu took Yang Sheng to the entrance of the village and looked around.
Just when Yuan Zhe and Zhao Dexun came out.
"Your Highness!" Zhou Hu and Yang Sheng ran over.
"As you ordered, I brought Yang Sheng."
Yuan Zhe looked at Yang Sheng and said seriously: "Do you recognize all the people who participated in the fight that day?"
Yang Sheng scratched his head: "I'm not from the same county, so I don't know him."
"Do you still remember your appearance?"
"That's what I remember!" Yang Sheng nodded vigorously and said fiercely: "I fought them twice, and everyone remembers it clearly!"
"Okay, let's go."
Walking to the east of the village, I saw the big locust tree.
The man was carrying a hoe, chatting and laughing with the people next to him, then waved his hand and entered the yard.
Yang Sheng pointed at the man and whispered: "Sir! There is him!"
Then I went to the north of the village and found a tall house sandwiched between low earthen walls. A man was eating noodles in the courtyard. Several old hens surrounded him, scrambling to peck at the noodles that had fallen to the ground.
Yang Sheng also identified that this was the person who participated in the fight that day.
"Well, let's go back."
Zhou Hu was a little surprised: "You just went back like this?"
Yuan Zhe raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Hu, but said nothing.
Zhao Dexun patted Zhou Hu on the shoulder: "You guys go back first."
"Then, I will go back first." Zhou Hu bowed slightly to Yuan Zhe and dragged Yang Sheng back.
The sun sets over the west mountain, and the blue sky and white clouds slowly darken.
"Madam, have you packed it up?"
Zhao Wu ran out of the toilet, hurriedly picked up his pants and ran towards the house.
There was an oil lamp burning in the room, which was dim.
The young lady had just put away the dishes and chopsticks, and was bending down to wipe the square table.
Suddenly, a pair of rough hands wrapped around his waist.
"What are you shouting? I'm afraid the neighbors can't hear you!" the little lady scolded.
"Madam," the man moved his hands and groped upwards: "I can't wait any longer. Hurry, give it to me!"
The young lady was so upset by his touch that she immediately lost her mood to clean up the house. She softened and allowed her husband to manipulate her.
Zhao Wuhou became anxious, took off his outer shirt, and dragged the young lady to the kang.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, frightening the two of them.
The wooden door was kicked open from the outside, and the door latch broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
"What a little bastard!" Zhao Wu opened his chest, stuffed his feet into his cloth shoes, and walked over.
Two masked men in black stood in the courtyard.
One is standing with his hands behind his back, and the other is holding a sword and crossing his arms.
"You...you guys!"
Zhao Wu raised his hand and pointed at Yuan Zhe. Zhao Dexun rushed forward, locked his throat with his big hands, strangled Zhao Wu and walked into the house.
When the young lady on the bed saw this fight, she shrank into the kang in fear.
Yuan Zhe entered the room and caught a glimpse of the young lady in the corner. Her coat was wide open and a corner of her red bellyband was exposed.
He hurriedly turned around, took the sword in Zhao Dexun's hand, picked up Zhao Wu's clothes from the kang, and threw it on the young lady's head.
Seeing Zhao Wu start to roll his eyes, Zhao Dexun let go.
"Ahem... vomit..."
Zhao Wu's eyes filled with tears and he breathed in the fresh air.
Yuan Zhe took a step forward and was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt down: "Hero, hero, are you seeking wealth and sex?"
"If you want money," Zhao Wu opened the closet and pulled out a small box: "Inside is my savings. Please save my life. If you want sex,"
Zhao Wu pointed at the young lady on the kang: "My lady is quite pretty. If you don't mind her, just let her serve you!"
When the little lady heard this, she was so angry that she took off her clothes and cursed: "Zhao Wu! You bastard! You coward! You rotten thing!"
Yuan Zhe snorted coldly and took the box from Zhao Wu's hand. It was full of gold and silver.
"Hey, I have a lot of savings."
Looking around, although it is simple, it is far better than the previous homes.
"Let me ask you," Yuan Zhe placed the box on the table and tapped it gently: "How many people were involved in the fight?"
Zhao Wuqing raised his eyes and saw that the person who came had an extraordinary temperament. He was not moved by money or sex, and he had a good guess.
He smiled flatteringly: "Hero, what are you talking about?"
Zhao Dexun raised his foot and kicked him in the face!
Zhao Wu was kicked to the ground and two of his front teeth fell out.
Yuan Zhe looked at Zhao Wu with a cold light in his eyes: "One more nonsense and you will die."
After saying that, Zhao Dexun drew his sword and came forward.
"No, no, no!" Zhao Wu covered his mouth, blood dripping down the palm prints to the ground.
"There were about thirty people fighting, and two of them died in the past two days."
Yuan Zhe and Zhao Dexun looked at each other and stood up.
"The case of Zhang Dazhuang will be retried in court tomorrow. I will bring all of you brothers here."
"Hero, you are a hero! But, we are all ordinary people, who will listen to me?"
Yuan Zhe paused, bent down and stared at Zhao Wu: "If you don't come, then you and your wife will go to accompany Zhang Dazhuang."
"What a...good guy!"
Zhao Wu shouted twice at the backs of Yuan Zhe and Zhao Dexun, but they didn't look back.
That night, the cool breeze flowed into the house, and the sound of whimpering came out.
The little lady sat in the corner complaining and sobbing.
Zhao Wu squatted beside the kang and kept sighing.
"Your Highness, what will happen if Zhao Wu doesn't come tomorrow?"
Yuan Zhe stopped, and the moonlight stretched his figure.
A black dog was lying on the ground. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the low wall. He immediately stood up and barked at Yuan Zhe and Zhao Dexun outside the wall.
The dogs from the surrounding houses also barked.
One after another.
"Let's go."
Zhao Dexun nodded.
"Why do not you rest?"
Yan Churong put away the medicine bowl, watched Gu Qi lying on the bed, and carefully read the treatise on water treatment in his hand.
"I slept a lot during the day, but now I feel more energetic." Gu Qi's eyes fell on the treatise on water control, and his hand stretched towards the low stool beside the bed.
He touched the candied fruit on the plate, grabbed one and popped it into his mouth.
Yan Churong sat at the table, holding his chin with one hand and looking at Gu Qi.
Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, Gu Qi was startled. He quickly put the Treatise on Flood Control into his arms and put his face on the pillow to pretend to sleep.
"Doctor Yan."
The candles were burning in the room, and I thought I was still awake.
Yuan Zhe stood outside the door, looking at Yan Churong and smiling slightly.
Yan Churong bowed slightly to Yuan Zhe: "Your Highness."
"I, the king, come to take a look..."
"Master Pei just fell asleep after taking medicine."
Yuan Zhe looked embarrassed, but couldn't hold it in anymore, so he stepped in anyway: "It's okay, I'll just take a look."
He walked lightly to the bed and looked down at Gu Qi, who was sleeping on the bed.
Before spitting out the candied fruit core in his mouth, half of his face had a small bulge.
With a smile on his face, he reached out and pinched Gu Qi's face.
So cold! Gu Qiyi was excited and immediately opened his eyes.
After meeting Yuan Zhe's gaze, he pulled up the quilt sheepishly, only exposing his eyes, smiling crookedly.
Yuan Zhe's face turned slightly red and his mouth suddenly felt dry.
He swallowed and said, "Let's rest."
Yan Churong waited for him to leave, closed the door, and murmured: "It's inexplicable."
