Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Zhou Fu raised his head, his face was red, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his nose was also red, and his nasal cavity seemed to be blocked.

He opened his mouth but no words came out. His dry throat hurt when he moved and felt sticky.

After swallowing hard, he managed to moisten his parched throat and said in a tearful voice, "Shaoqing Cui, my Hui Niang is the most considerate. That day, she was just going to buy me a pot of wine..."

His voice suddenly rose, and he complained with all his might, each word tearful and blood-curdling: "I promised her mother that I would take good care of her. She's only fourteen, she's still so young. Even if she gets a needle prick on her finger, she needs her brother to comfort her..."

When Zhou Fu saw the wounds on Zhou Hui Niang's body, he collapsed. He could not imagine how much pain his daughter, who looked like a kitten when she was born, and that pampered daughter, had suffered before her death.

He lay on the ground, gesturing with difficulty with his hands, his fingers shaking uncontrollably, his face covered in tear marks and snot: "Just that, such a tiny doll..."

You can imagine how hard it is for one person to make a living with two children.

Cui Bianxu did not feel comfortable listening to this. The emotions in Zhou Fu's eyes were too complicated. There was confusion, hatred, love, regret, and the courage and simplicity of going all out even though he knew the outcome and was powerless to resist.

There were all kinds of emotions mixed together, and he couldn't fully understand them.

"Shaoqing, do you have children? You have no idea how much pain I feel, the pain is so severe that I can't breathe. I can't forget the sight of Hui and Hui Niang returning home day and night. I see her face every time I open or close my eyes. She asks me every day: 'Father, why don't you avenge me?'"

Cong Jinghai lowered his head and said nothing. He also had a daughter, but he was not sure if he would do this for his daughter if he encountered the same thing.

"I'm outside the Dali Temple every day. There's clearly no case, yet you're still exiling these people. I wonder if it has something to do with Hui Niang's case..."

Then things developed dramatically by coincidence. At first, Zhou Fu planned to follow them secretly and find a chance to find out more. However, none of the people in this group could endure hardship. After only one day of walking, Wu Sanniang and the brothel owner started quarreling, and the other dancers and singers quarreled with Wu Sanniang.

Wu Sanniang was a person who could not bear to suffer any loss. Knowing that Cui Bianxu had sent people to protect her, she started to scold people indiscriminately with a very loud voice. She even pulled Quchen and Yanyin out to scold them.

It was really a noisy scene, with the sky dark and the sun and moon dimmed, and no one was willing to give up.

The escorting yamen runners accepted bribes from Wu Sanniang and didn't care about their trivial matters at all. They were annoyed by their quarrels and kept a distance from them.

Zhou Fu listened to all these words. Although there were many things he didn't understand, it didn't stop him from confirming that these people were the ones who killed his Hui Niang!

He made a living by selling fish in Chang'an City. He was used to working all year round and was very strong. Although he did not carry any weapons when he went out, he brought some money with him. On the way, he found an opportunity to buy a big axe and kept looking for opportunities.

According to Zhou Fu's plan, none of these people are good people, they are all bad people, and they are all the murderers who killed his daughter. They must be caught and killed in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, although he was very strong, he was no match for the yamen runners and guards, so he only chopped off Quchen's head.

At this moment, he knelt in front of Cui Bianxu and begged bitterly, but he just wanted to kill all his enemies to bury his daughter with him. He no longer cared about his own life and just wanted to kill a few more.

The crying and pleading were so moving, but Cui Bianxu had no way to agree. He knew that he could not let this person go.

"You still have a son." Although it was too late, Cui Bianxu still couldn't help but remind Zhou Fu that he was not alone.

Zhou Fu was stunned and dejected. He knew that he still had a son, but most people were sentimental and would be controlled by emotions. In that situation, there was only one voice in his heart that kept telling him to avenge his daughter.

Knowing that revenge was hopeless, Zhou Fu suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger. He staggered to his feet, his face grim as he snarled at Cui Bianxu, his voice hoarse: "Aren't you the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple? They killed my Hui Niang and nine other young ladies. Why shouldn't they die? You bastards!"

It was the first time that Cui Bianxu was scolded like this. He felt angry and ashamed, but he could not refute it and could only accept it.

But Zhou Fu was not satisfied. He felt that the two corrupt officials were guilty and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Officials protect each other!"

Then he suddenly rushed towards Zong Jinghai, clenching his bloodstained fist and about to hit him on the head, shouting miserably: "Blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

After the sound of a knife being unsheathed with a 'swish', the silence in the room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Zhou Fu fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, his whole body twitching, blood foam coming out of his mouth. He flapped his arms like a fish off the shore, wanting to say something, but he was unable to make any effective sound.

Hui Niang.

Cui Bianxu saw that Zhou Fu's mouth, which opened and closed but only made a hoarse sound, was calling Hui Niang.

"Cong Jinghai!" He couldn't suppress his anger and glared at Cong Jinghai who was still holding the bloody long knife in his hand.

"Shaoqing Cui."

After regaining his consciousness from the mirror, his expression was indescribably numb. "This man intercepted and killed prisoners being escorted, and also attacked an official appointed by the imperial court. For self-protection, I had no choice but to kill him on the spot."

He said this neither humbly nor arrogantly. Although Cong Jinghai was an unsuccessful man, he was still an official, no matter how big or small. Zhou Fu was a murderer. He dared to attack him during the interrogation, so his death would be in vain.

Cui Bianxu had no way of causing trouble for himself.

"roll!"

He was right. Although Cui Bianxu couldn't cause trouble, he could humiliate Cong Jinghai with words.

Watching Zhou Fu's body being carried out and the yamen runners cleaning the blood-stained ground, Cui Bianxu couldn't help but frown. He strode out and rode his horse towards Lexian Tower. This was really beyond his expectations.

Lexian Building.

The guys were no longer surprised that Cui Bianxu often asked Jiang Shangxian to come over and talk.

What they found strange was why Cui Shaoqing didn't ask anyone to add another bowl and chopsticks so that he could eat with Master Jiang?

"Shaoqing Cui."

Jiang Shangxian has calmed down now. She put down the dishes and sat down on the stool, which was half of her workstation.

After sitting for a long time, Cui Bianxu didn't say anything. She looked at the man who was stuffing food into his mouth with big mouthfuls of food with some curiosity. Look at the way he ate with his eyes fixed on the sky. It was amazing that he could eat without making any sound. This man really didn't pretend anymore.

After a while, all the dishes on the table were swept away. Cui Bianxu instantly regained the temperament of a noble family. He picked up the handkerchief beside him, pursed his lips elegantly, and asked someone to come in to wash his hands, cleared the food away, and made new tea.

Jiang Shangxian was a little flattered. This guy actually invited her for tea!

It really is like the sun rising from the west. It is the first time for a young lady to get into a sedan chair.

She held her own teacup carefully, not daring to drink a sip, sitting a little uncomfortably. If someone was being too attentive for no reason, he was either a traitor or a thief. If there was something difficult to agree to, wouldn't it be even harder to refuse after drinking the tea?

Jiang Shangxian decided to listen first. If there was no problem after listening, it would not be a bad idea for her to have a toast before leaving.

"Quchen is dead."