() "Is this person crazy?" Wu Song saw that Qin Fei's wild laughter was really abnormal, but at the same time he was wary.
There is nothing unusual about a piece of wood except that it is round. How could it make Qin Fei laugh wildly?
"Retribution, it's all retribution!"
After Qin Fei laughed for a while, he put the piece of wood on the ground, lay down on the ground and kowtowed four times seriously.
"Daddy, I didn't expect it to be you!"
Only then did Ximen Qing realize that the piece of wood was round and round, and seemed to be a section of a cane.
Qin Li: A piece of Mr. Qin's crutch.
Put it this way.
"Old godfather, you must be blaming me, right?" Qin Fei seemed to be a little distracted: "I cut off a section of your crutch that night, and today you asked Wu Song to cut off a section of my steel knife; not only that, but also use this
Did you trip me over with the cane?"
When Ximen Qing and Wu Song heard this, they finally vaguely understood the origin of the matter.
It is impossible to say what happened to gods and ghosts, but there may be some retribution somewhere.
If the crutch hadn't tripped Qin Fei, he might have escaped.
Ximen Qing sighed: "Qin Fei, what else do you want to say?"
"Bury me and my godfather together." After a while, Qin Fei said slowly: "I don't have the shame to go back to Bianliang to face my godfather, so I'll just bury him in this Qinjia Village."
"I can agree to your request."
Ximen Qing sighed: "Master Qian, I will always take care of you, don't worry."
"Okay, then I can go die now." Qin Fei sat down cross-legged again: "Sir Ximen, for the sake of Qin Fei, who has served the Imperial City Division for more than ten years, I just want to be more decent."
"Okay, how do you want to die?"
Qin Fei's eyes stayed on the steel knife in Ximen Qing's hand, and he pointed slightly with his hand.
Ximen Qing understood Qin Fei's thoughts and casually threw the many steel knives in front of Qin Fei.
Qin Fei looked at the steel knife on the ground, picked it up with a bitter smile and put it on his neck: "I didn't expect Qin Fei to die here today!"
"This line is too cliche. Do you dare to come up with something new?"
Ximen Qing couldn't help but vomited: "Brother, you are a person who deserves death. This is already too easy for you."
Although Qin Fei obviously didn't understand the first half of the sentence, he still nodded silently.
"Lord Ximen, there is no such thing as soul-calling in this world, is there?"
Ximen Qing did not expect that Qin Fei's last question in this world would be this.
"I don't know." Ximen Qing said frankly: "Maybe, but I don't know how. You saw it just now. I just use the thunder stone as a lamp, and it has nothing to do with summoning spirits."
"Then I'll feel relieved."
Qin Fei moved his arm, and the steel knife had already made a shocking wound in his throat.
Like those who died in Qinjiacun, the trachea was cut off and the bones were visible.
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"Qin Fei is a tragedy. The tragedy of this era."
On the way back, Ximen Qing couldn't help but sigh to Wu Song: "After all, he was still being used. The murderer must be the police officer in black under Tan Zhen. We need to investigate this matter carefully when we get back."
"Tan Zhen is afraid that he won't be able to sit still at this time." Wu Song said: "There is also Liang Shicheng, they are too courageous! But how can we prove that the perpetrator is the black-clad police officer under Tan Zhen?"
"Records of the inn." Ximen Qing replied without thinking: "There should also be records of the personnel deployment of the Imperial City Department. Starting from these details, the truth is not far away."
"It's time to take action and purge these people from the Imperial City Department."
"Brother is absolutely right." Wu Song nodded and said, "If the Imperial City Division is controlled by such a person, I don't know how much bloodshed it will cause. Qinjiacun is just one of them, if Xiaoli hadn't escaped by chance.
I'm afraid no one knows about this yet."
Ximen Qing patted the many half-sections of steel knives that had been wrapped, and sighed: "I only hope that our actions can save a few such murders in the world, and I will feel at ease."
Most of these steel knives, together with a piece of detailed information, arrived in Tokyo before Ximen Qing and others, and Group A No. 8 returned with them.
To be honest, Ximen Qing didn't know how Qian Gui would react after receiving this thing, but it was better to give the old man some breathing space than to put the steel knife on the old man's table himself.
After arriving in Bianliang, Ximen Qing did two things.
The first is to call Qin Xiaoli and tell him the results of his trip. Although Xiaoli is only seven or eight years old, he is the only survivor of Qinjia Village, not to mention that he was named by Qian Gui and inherited the incense of Mr. Qin Li.
Ximen Qing felt that it was necessary to do this.
After listening, Qin Xiaoli kowtowed to Ximen Qing three times seriously. When he raised his head, his face was filled with tears.
Pan Jinlian and Xue'er hurriedly came forward to comfort him, but Ximen Qing shook his head and said: "It's not easy for this child to let him cry. Only when his emotions are vented can he not be easily hurt."
To Ximen Qing's surprise, Qin Xiaoli cried and pulled Ximen Qing to the side courtyard where he lived. There was a token in the side room with the word "Qin" crookedly engraved on it!
Shi Qian, who was on the drum, sighed: "He carved this word himself."
The word "Qin" is exactly the same as the one carved on the stone at the entrance of Qinjia Village. It is obvious that Qin Xiaoli is not illiterate, but he carved it according to his memory.
Only then did Ximen Qing realize that this child was much more sensible and stronger than he thought.
"Mr. Jiang, can you please help me hire a teacher to teach this child Xiaoli?" Ximen Qing found the fortune teller Jiang Jing: "This child will definitely be a talent in the future and must be well cultivated."
Jiang Jing solemnly raised his hands and said, "Did my boss forget that Jiang is a scholar? Jiang sees everything this kid does. Don't ask outsiders for this kind of thing. Jiang will bear the responsibility!"
Ximen Qing nodded silently. Although Jiang Jing was a failed scholar, this kind of era was more serious than the thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge in later generations. Jiang Jing was really talented and learned, and he did have two brushes. It was natural for him to teach Qin Xiaoli personally.
"Arithmetic must also be taught well." Ximen Qing thought for a moment and said, "I don't want this child to be able to get the top score in the exam, but something as important as arithmetic cannot be ignored."
Jiang Jing was convinced. In fact, he was too obsessed with arithmetic. Even if Ximen Qing didn't tell him, this subject was a must for Jiang Jing.
After Qin Xiaoli was settled, Ximen Qing took the small jade bottle to find An Daoquan. This was the second thing he had to do.
"Doctor An, how is Mr. Qian's health?"
An Daoquan stroked his beard and muttered: "Master Qian's pulse was weak and his spirit was depressed at that time. He prescribed some conditioning medicine and took it for two or three days. When Xiao Ke went there yesterday, his spirit was much better."
Ximen Qing put the small jade bottle on the table: "Can you help me see if the medicine in this small jade bottle will cause the symptoms of poor mental health?"
"Master, are you saying that someone poisoned Mr. Qian?" An Daoquan was startled, looked at the small jade bottle carefully, first went to get a small bowl, removed the lid, and dropped two drops into the bowl.
"How is it?" Ximen Qing saw An Daoquan busy for a while, smelling with his nose, and pulling out a bunch of small bottles from the side. He muttered to himself, took another small bowl, and seemed to be mixing it.
What.
Finally, An Daoquan combined what he prepared with the two drops of poison and observed carefully.
"This medicine is powerful." An Daoquan was busy for a while, and then he stopped and replied: "Compared with it, it turns out that the poison prepared by Zhi Duoxing Wu Yong is not even worthy of lifting shoes."
"So awesome!" Ximen Qing said slightly surprised.
"The poison prepared by Zhiduoxing Wu Yong is very poisonous, but it is inferior." An Daoquan replied: "Poisons like this are colorless and tasteless, and they invisibly interrupt people's vitality. By the time they wake up, they have been deeply poisoned, and even
There is no chance of rescue."
"Where did the owner get this medicine?"
"From the hands of Qin Fei, according to him, Liang Shicheng brought him out of the forbidden area and ordered him to feed Master Qian every day." Ximen Qing asked: "Is it true that once the medicine is stopped, it will slowly return to normal?
?”
"What a joke, how can there be a way back for such a vicious medicine?" An Daoquan shook his head and said, "It's just a matter of the degree of poisoning. Fortunately, Mr. Qian is not poisoned deeply. If it takes a few days, even Xiao Ke will be helpless. This kind of medicine can only
It’s only available within the forbidden area.”
Ximen Qing sighed secretly, Qin Fei was just a pawn until his death. It seemed that Liang Shicheng and Tan Zhen wanted to kill the old man. It was ridiculous that Qin Fei still believed it!
"I heard that this kind of medicine existed in the previous dynasty." An Daoquan seemed to have remembered something: "I heard that a queen in the imperial palace asked the imperial doctor to prepare it in order to make the favored concubine slowly die invisibly. But in the end
Neither the queen nor the imperial doctor will end well."
"Legends are just legends." An Daoquan sighed: "If Xiao Ke hadn't seen this poison with his own eyes today, I would have always thought it was just a legend."
Ximen Qing smiled and said: "There is no smoke without fire. Although legends are mostly absurd, they are often based on facts."
"Although this medicine cannot be used to bring down Liang Shicheng, it will be enough if it can make officials start to doubt him."
Ximen Qing put away the small jade bottle and asked again: "What about Master Qian's body?"
"Now that we know the reason, the original recipe needs to be changed again." An Daoquan thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Ke needs to think carefully about it. Mr. Qian is old and needs to be treated well to avoid causing any disease.
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Ximen Qing stood up to say goodbye and walked to the front yard, where he saw No. 8 from Group A hurried over.
"Lord Ximen, Lord Qian asked you to come together to discuss matters! Lord Tiji is also here today!"
The person to be promoted by No. 8 in Group A is naturally King Jia Zhao Kai. Ximen Qing touched the small jade vase in his sleeve and felt refreshed: "I just happened to be going to discuss something with Mr. Qian. It would be better if King Jia is here!
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