The next moment, Qi Chengyi hugged Fu Yunqing and dodged away from the roof.
Chen Kang touched the blood on his neck, widened his eyes in horror, and shouted: "There is someone on the roof! There is an assassin! Chase!!"
Under the full moon, a young man dressed in white is more beautiful than the snow. He holds a woman's slim waist in his arms and jumps among the treetops on the roof. The cold wind blows across his stern side face, his hair and the hem of his robe flying in the wind.
He was extremely fast, so fast that it was hard to see clearly.
Like a gust of wind, but faster than the wind.
Fu Yunqing marveled at Qi Chengyi's Qinggong. He raised his head slightly and saw the man's strong and lean jawline and Adam's apple...
Qi Chengyi led her to cross the path of the Confucian scholar just now and stopped in front of the astonished scholar.
After landing, Fu Yunqing stared at Qi Chengyi's clear and handsome face...
She was thinking about why Qi Chengyi's Qinggong was so perfect...
After Qi Chengyi let go, Fu Yunqing was still nestled in his arms. He clenched his fist and put it to his lips: "Cough."
Fu Yunqing quickly came to his senses, but his expression was very magnanimous and calm, and he sighed: "Your Highness really hides everything."
Afterwards, Fu Yunqing set his sights on the Confucian scholar and walked away with a smile: "Don't be afraid, Master. Visiting late at night is quite disturbing. It's true that my friend and I have something to do, and I want to find out about it from Master."
This girl is extremely beautiful, with a perfect and delicate face, but there is a bit of heroism between her dark eyebrows. Looking at her clear and bright eyes, she doesn't look like a bad person, but she doesn't seem... like a good person either.
The Confucian scholar in Yishan was silent for a moment, and when he was about to rack his brains to refuse——
Fu Yunqing pointed at Qi Chengyi, who had a cold temperament: "Master, I don't have anyone to talk to. You'd better agree before he opens his mouth."
"..." The Confucian scholar gritted his teeth, "Young Master and Miss, please come to the room."
The Confucian scholar led the two of them into the small black alley, took the key to open the iron lock, and walked into a pitted earth courtyard.
It was so dark in the courtyard that nothing could be seen clearly except the bright moon in the sky.
"Wait a minute, I'll make a fire, and you can see." The Confucian scholar was about to dig into the wood to make a fire, but Fu Yunqing couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out the fire folder from his waist and lit the torch.
The firelight instantly illuminated the four walls of the house.
It's really too shabby and shabby...
There was only a bed and a poorly made wooden table in the room, and nothing else. The most abundant items were books. Books of various sizes were neatly stacked and placed on the floor covered with oil paper.
The Confucian scholar took three clay bowls, poured a bowl of tea into each of them and handed them over: "I don't know, you two came to look for me. What do you want to ask?"
Fu Yunqing took the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you."
Qi Chengyi didn't expect her to drink so easily, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He originally thought that a noble lady like Fu Yunqing should look down on such despicable things.
Back then, Fu Yunqing was stationed in the camp with her father, practicing martial arts in the school grounds and killing enemies on the battlefield. It was common to use lotus leaves to hold water from the stream. The earthen bowl was really nothing, and she had never been squeamish.
Fu Yunqing took out the suicide note from his sleeve and pressed it on the table: "As far as I know, this suicide note was forged and copied by you."
The Confucian scholar's neck instantly turned red to the base of his ears as if he had been poked by someone. After a while, he lowered his head and said somewhat dejectedly: "It is indeed what I wrote. I accepted the silver from Mr. Chen's family, and he brought a few Fu Da. I copied the general’s old letters and forged them after observing their frame structure.”
"I would like to ask, where did you learn from? Which school of calligraphy do you come from?" Fu Yunqing asked.
The Confucian scholar said nothing and said, "I taught myself."
"Impossible." Fu Yunqing denied.
Qi Chengyi looked around and landed on an old, yellowed book on the table.
He frowned slightly and walked over. Just when he was about to pick up the book, the Confucian scholar rushed over, grabbed the book and protected it in his arms.
"This... this is my personal property. You can't read it without permission!"
Qi Chengyi doesn't like nonsense.
Shen Huaixu stepped forward and snatched the old book. The Confucian scholar was weak and stumbled to the ground during the fight.
Qi Chengyi opened the title page and read down the words line by line. He already knew something in his mind. He looked at the other party with cold eyes: "Who wrote the book?"
Under Qi Chengyi's strong aura, the Confucian scholar fell to the ground and retreated step by step to the base of the wall. He gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Qi Chengyi looked at Fu Yunqing's back, but didn't say anything. He slightly curled his lips and said, "It seems he doesn't want to talk. Let's visit him another day."
Fu Yunqing was a little confused: "Are you leaving now?"
"Let's go, don't embarrass him." Qi Chengyi said.
Fu Yunqing thought that maybe Qi Chengyi had his own considerations, so he followed his wishes and nodded: "Mr. Chen, let's bring gifts and visit him tomorrow. In fact, we are all good people."
"You, how do you know my surname is Chen..."
Fu Yunqing pointed to the name written on one of his books.
Chen Xuenian then got up from the ground, dusted off his sleeves, bowed to the two of them and said goodbye: "Two, you two, go slowly."
He can be considered a polite little scholar.
After leaving Tuyuan, Qi Chengyi said: "Miss Yunqing, shall I see you off?"
"No need." Fu Yunqing said, "Tianying and I know the way."
"Okay...see you another day." Qi Chengyi raised his sleeves and said goodbye to her.
After the two of them took their own paths back home.
The originally dark courtyard was suddenly lit with candles.
Chen Xuenian, who was sleeping soundly with old books in his arms, had a dream:
He dreamed of a fire filling the sky, and everything he saw was a sea of fire, with tongues of flames burning half of the night sky.
The bloody corpses in the sea of fire at Shishu Academy, the screams of the Chu family became more and more horrifying, so shrill that they seemed to pierce the eardrums!
He heard his Teacher Chu shouting: "Rebellious ministers and traitors, plotting to harm the country, our Chu family - poof -"
Through the shadow of the window, he saw ten sharp arrows shooting hard, making a hole in Teacher Chu!
Many, many bloody holes...
"Teacher Chu!!" Chen Xuenian suddenly sat up in shock, only to meet a pair of cold and handsome eyes.
I don’t know when.
The lights have been lit in the house.
Qi Chengyi was dressed in a snow-colored white robe, which made his already expressionless face even more indifferent.
He looked playfully and repeated three words interestingly: "Chu, Lao, Shi?"
Chen Xuenian suddenly covered his mouth!
"Looking at Qi State, how many teachers are there in Chu?"
Qi Chengyi stroked a string of bone chain bracelets, his voice was very soft, lighter than snowflakes, and colder than ice and snow. He said calmly: "I actually have many ways to make the dead speak, let alone you, a mere living person?"
"Death first, death first, or immortality first." Qi Chengyi asked interestingly, "Which one do you choose?"
"I...I..." Chen Xuenian was sweating profusely on his forehead and gritted his teeth, "I won't tell you until I die. As for whether you can find out after I die, that's your job!"
After saying this, Chen Xuenian was about to hit the wall and commit suicide.
"Chu Jinhuai?" Qi Chengyi's voice was extremely indifferent.
Chen Xuenian stopped suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
His expression confirmed his suspicion, Qi Chengyi clicked his tongue, shook his head and said:
"Dean Chu's students are so weak and incompetent that they have been hiding in this courtyard for ten years. What? Have you never thought about avenging your teacher? Chen Xuenian?"
