Li Zixun was still a little sleepy at first, but when he heard the scream, he raised his eyes and looked at the desk.
The two heads happened to be facing him.
Li Zixun was so frightened that he leaned back suddenly. The chair fell to the ground with a loud noise, and he was also thrown upside down.
At this time, Butler Hou didn't care about Li Zixun at all. He rushed forward, hugged Hou Biao's head and cried loudly.
He had been serving Prince He since he was a child, and gained Prince He's trust. When he left the palace to build a mansion, he was directly promoted to steward.
Hou Biao was his eldest son. He grew up with Li Zixun and naturally became Li Zixun's right-hand man.
He naturally knew that his son was sent to Wuchang Mansion by Li Zixun this time. At that time, he thought it was a good thing for his son to be trusted and reused. He never thought that it would be a dangerous job that could lose his head.
Looking at his son's head at this time, his brain was completely blank. He couldn't care about anything except crying.
On the contrary, Qiao Hai was the calmest among the three people. He was indeed startled by the head, but he quickly calmed down and came to Li Zixun before the other servants outside the house heard the sound and came in.
Someone helped him up, knelt at his feet and said, "Where did you fall? I'll call a doctor right now!"
Li Zixun covered the back of his head with a big bump with one hand, pointed at the head on the table and said, "What do you call me, doctor! Why don't you take this thing down quickly! Hurry and bury it in a cemetery outside the city!"
He really didn't expect that the "gift" Li Zian sent was two human heads. He was so frightened that he lost all sleep and his heart was beating violently.
When Butler Hou heard what he said, he quickly knelt down and said: "Please show mercy to the king and let me take my son's head back and bury it myself."
Li Zixun didn't care what they did with these two heads. He nodded quickly and said, "I'll leave it to you. Take it down quickly."
After saying that, he didn't want to stay in the study any longer, and he didn't even want to take another look. He turned his head and left quickly.
Housekeeper Hou reluctantly stepped forward to close the lid of the box, and walked out with the box containing his son's head in his arms. All he could think about was how to explain the matter to his parents and wife when he returned home.
Seeing this, Qiao Hai hurriedly asked: "Steward Hou, what's left..."
Without looking back, Housekeeper Hou raised his hand and took off his belt tag from his waist, threw it to the ground, and said impatiently: "Didn't the prince just tell me that he should just bury it in a cemetery outside the city?"
Seeing that the two people who could take charge of the matter left one after another, only Qiao Hai and Menzi who fell on the ground were left in the room.
"Brother Peng, look at this..."
After hearing this, the doorman moved back and said repeatedly: "Qiao, brother Qiao, no, it's not me, brother, I won't help you, it's mainly me... I still have to go back and guard the door!"
He finally thought of this excuse, and immediately spoke smoothly: "I just found someone to look after me for a while, and agreed to go back after I finish moving my things. As you know, I am on duty tonight, so I can
Can't get away.
"Since Butler Hou has told you about this matter, you should go out of the city quickly while the city gate is still closed. It's still possible to go early and come back early. Brother, I'll listen to the door for you and promise not to let it go.
You live on the street."
When Qiao Hai heard this, he naturally understood that it was impossible for Brother Peng to be with him.
"Okay, then I'll take a trip!" Compared with his disciples, Qiao Hai can really be called a man.
He bent down to pick up the belt tag and tied it around his waist, covered the wooden box on the table, fastened the latches on both sides, found a piece of furoshiki and tied it in the four corner pockets, slung it on his arm and went straight to the stable.
Card wants a fast horse.
Qiao Hai was so reckless that he actually took the box and rode out of the city.
He only entered the palace to work because of his disciple's introduction. The disciple himself had no status, let alone support Qiao Hai.
Qiao Hai didn't have any extraordinary abilities. He just followed the steward's orders and did some errands and chores every day in the mansion.
So although he had some courage, he had no experience in going out to do things. He didn't even know that he was being followed shortly after he left the palace.
Although Qiao Hai bravely accepted this job, he was still afraid when he was alone.
Especially after he left the city gate, there were no lights or people around him, so he could only use the moonlight to travel.
There was such a big box on his arm. Not only did it contain human heads, it was also letting out cold air.
Qiao Hai was also trembling in his heart. He remembered all the strange stories he had heard since childhood, and the hand holding the reins began to tremble uncontrollably.
There was still some distance from the cemetery outside the city, but a cloud somehow floated in the sky, blocking most of the moon.
The light suddenly dimmed, and Qiao Hai could hardly see clearly.
"Uu——"
He really didn't dare to go any further, so he pulled the reins sharply, turned over and dismounted, and planned to find a place by the roadside to dig a hole and bury it.
Qiao Hai tied his horse to a tree, walked a little way in, found a place far away from the official road, put the box on the ground and started digging a hole.
While he was digging his mouth, he was still muttering: "My dear fellow, don't be surprised. Anyway, even if I send you to the cemetery, you will be buried in a mass grave. There are many ghosts there, and there must be a lot of right and wrong."
"I think it would be better to bury you here. It would be great to occupy such a large area by yourself, which is open and clean!"
"The cemetery is not too far here. If you feel bored, you can go over and talk to them. If you find it noisy, you can come back and hide away..."
The more Qiao Hai spoke, the more outrageous he became. Gradually, he began to say things that didn't match his words, but he still kept muttering and refused to stop. In fact, it was more to embolden himself.
He worked very hard at digging the hole, and soon dug a hole that was more than half a person deep.
He didn't have the guts to open the box and take out the head, so he put the box and the bag into the bottom of the pit, and then quickly started filling it with soil.
After he put in the last shovel of soil, he slapped it hard on the ground a few more times. Then he straightened up and wiped off the sweat. He clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "My dear friend, as the saying goes, injustice always ends."
All debts belong to the owner. If you have any grievances or resentments, just go to the person who harmed you!
"You and I have never met each other, and I buried you so hard that I don't ask you to repay me, but you must never repay kindness with hatred..."
Qiao Hai muttered and recited a few more Buddhist scriptures that he only knew, and felt more at ease. Then he returned to the official road, got on his horse and started to drive back.
What Qiao Hai never dreamed of was that not long after he left, the wooden box he had just buried was dug out, and even returned to the city before him and placed it on Li Ziting's desk.