The little heroine investigates a mysterious case

Yang Liuming stood up and paced back and forth on the podium. He seemed to have returned to the battle of Fengcheng in the first year of Xuanhe.

The cries of killing shook the city walls. Twenty-year-old Yang Liuming, his white robe stained with blood, held in his arms the Fengcheng defender, Hu Yidao, wounded by several arrows and near death. Hu Yidao panted, his gaze filled with grief and indignation at the ensuing battle among the Xia army. With tears in his eyes, Yang Liuming grasped Hu Yidao's hand and called out, "General..."

Hu Yidao looked at Yang Liuming, panting. "Back then, you joined my army and swore to die for me, in order to avenge the blood feud with the Kingdom of Yue. But now, it seems that reinforcements will not arrive. It's better for you to leave first... and save your life..."

"No! Even if I am the only one left, I will fight the Vietnamese army to the bitter end!"

Hu Yidao looked at the long sword in his hand. "This sword is called Zhanxie. It has been with me for many years... If you are lucky enough to survive... please help me take this sword to the Tiandao League and give it to my brother Hu Yiba! Let him see this sword and never forget the hatred of our country and family!"

Yang Liuming fought back tears and said resolutely, "Don't worry, General! As long as I'm alive, I will definitely do it!"

"We two brothers, one serving in the army, the other guarding the Jianghu, both working to protect the stability of our country and the peace of the people... Even if I die, I have no regrets..." At this point, Hu Yidao roared with his last breath, "Liang Changping! You son of a bitch, I'll wait for you underground, and then we'll fight to the death!"

As Hu Yidao spoke, he used his last bit of strength to lift the long sword to fight again, but his wrist fell down weakly and he stopped breathing in Yang Liuming's arms.

"General! General!"

But no matter how Yang Liuming called out, Hu Yidao would not respond.

"I will definitely avenge you and the soldiers who died in the battle!"

After Yang Liuming finished speaking, he gently placed Hu Yidao on the ground, picked up the evil-slaying sword that Hu Yidao had never put down until his death, stood up, and rushed into the battle with the Yue army without hesitation, slashing at the Yue soldiers who had attacked the city wall. However, he was also hit in the face by a Yue soldier. He took two steps back, wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and then bravely stepped forward to continue joining the battle...

The children held their breath and listened attentively.

Yang Liuming continued, "The Xia army suffered countless casualties, and the city was on the verge of collapse. At that moment, the city residents spontaneously organized a city defense force and fought alongside us. After three days and three nights of hard fighting, we prevented the Yue army from even entering the city. However, the Yue army was simply too numerous, and wave after wave of fierce attacks were launched. Just when I thought I was doomed, reinforcements arrived in time, and our army turned the tide, repelling the Yue army and killing 50,000 of them! The Yue army was crushed, but Fengcheng was saved! From then on, the Yue State never dared to covet Fengcheng again!"

Yang Zilan was the first to jump up after hearing this, shouting loudly: "Xia Nation is invincible! Xia Army is invincible! Dad is invincible!"

"I'm nothing, just a scar on my face," Yang Liuming waved his hand. "General Hu, it's those soldiers who died defending Fengcheng who deserve our remembrance. Children, you must set high aspirations from a young age so that you can contribute to protecting our country when you grow up! Do you understand?"

The children answered in unison: "I understand!"

Yang Zilan asked, "Dad, did you return the Evil Slaying Blade to the Heavenly Dao Alliance?"

"Of course! I personally handed it over to General Hu's brother, Hu Yiba!"

Zhao Xuan blinked and asked, "Teacher Yang, is that knife valuable?"

The heroic spirit that had just arisen in Yang Liuming's heart suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Zhao Xuan!" Yang Liuming roared, "I didn't spank you today, so you're itching for more, right?"

Zhao Xuan hurriedly shrank her neck and lowered her head obediently, looking well-behaved and lovely.

Yang Liuming looked at everyone and said, "Now, each of you will write a short essay titled 'My Ideal.' If even one student hasn't finished writing, no one will be allowed to leave the get out of class!"

In a dense forest near the outskirts of Liyang City, there is a quiet courtyard. The plaque on the front door of the courtyard reads "Qingfengyuan". Three miles west of Qingfengyuan is the north gate of Liyang. It is also three miles to pass through the gate into the palace city, and only two miles to enter the imperial city.

At this time, outside the Qingfeng Courtyard, birds were constantly jumping on the tree branches, singing melodiously one after another. The breeze gently blew the leaves, making a slight rustling sound. The sunlight flashed through the gaps in the leaves. Everything was so beautiful and peaceful, but all of this was suddenly shattered by the clear and angry curse of a woman in "Qingfeng Courtyard".

"Wang Sheng, that bastard! I told him to run away if he can't win, but he's so stubborn! So what if all the goods were robbed? Doesn't he understand that as long as you have the green mountains, you will have no worries when you have no firewood? How can a man in his thirties be so stupid? I really misjudged him! I shouldn't have believed his nonsense in the first place!"

A carriage was speeding towards Qingfeng Courtyard. Before the carriage stopped, Zhao Xiaoman's personal maid Yulan failed to hold on to it, and Zhao Xuan had already opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, almost falling down.

Yulan was so scared that she covered her mouth with her hands, and then complained aggrievedly: "Miss, can't you wait for the car to stop before jumping? If you get hurt, how are you going to let me explain to you?"

The woman continued to curse: "I've lost a lot of money this time. Wang Sheng, you bastard, who am I going to drink with from now on?!"

Zhao Xuan turned around and made a face at Yulan: "Stop nagging! Can't you hear my mother is furious? I have to go and comfort her!"

Yulan, who was about to get off the car, was stunned: "Your mother?!"

In the main hall of Qingfeng Courtyard, Zhao Xiaoman was dressed in a neat suit. She was tall and beautiful, but tears welled up in her eyes, which usually looked dignified without anger. Just as she was about to wipe them with her sleeve, the deputy chief escort Huang Shuo hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Xiaoman. Zhao Xiaoman grabbed it and wiped her tears, still talking: "It's all Wang Sheng's fault! It makes me want to cry every time I think of him, and when I cry, I want to scold him..."

Guo Da, the chief financial officer of Wuwei Escort Agency, known as the "Golden Abacus", was finally able to speak.

"Old Wang's family has been settled, and the funeral will be held in three days."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at Huang Shuo with a sharp gaze. "I originally thought this Flame Organization had some connection to my master, but now it seems this group is simply stealing my master, Elder Xuanji's name, to commit all sorts of evil! Huang Shuo, from now on, put aside the affairs of the escort agency and thoroughly investigate this matter with all your strength!"

Huang Shuo was a little confused and pointed at his nose: "Me? How do I check?"

"It's time for you to exercise, no matter who you are," Zhao Xiaoman said, a little disappointed. "Of course, we should start by investigating the caravan and its escorts, and find out the specific situation of the robbers at the scene!"

Huang Shuo pondered: "Then I understand."

Zhao Xiaoman scolded again: "The same words, if you can't beat them, run away, do you hear me?!"

Huang Shuo nodded: "I won't let you worry."

At this time, another carriage was galloping out of the palace gate and heading directly towards Qingfeng Courtyard.

In the carriage, Concubine Xiao Aiyue was holding her son Gu Zhanghua, whose eye was black and swollen, and was crying silently.

Gu Zhanghua stretched out his little hand to wipe away the tears from his mother's face and said sensibly, "Mom, please don't cry. It really doesn't hurt after applying the medicine..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Aiyue hugged her son even tighter and looked forward with grief and anger in her eyes. She gnashed her teeth and roared, "Zhao Xuan! I'm not done with you!"