Scroll of Seven Sorrows

Xie Bi'an didn't think too much, and jumped directly from the roof to the open space, straightened his robes, and then cupped his hands at the man dressed as a scholar: "Xie thought he hid it very well, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Your Excellency."

The man glanced at Xie Bi'an, raised his right hand slightly, and said, "The two of you burned my camp and hurt so many of my brothers. This feud is irreconcilable, so you don't have to put on a show here." Throwing a throwing knife with his right hand, it shot straight at Xie Bi'an's neck.

Fortunately, Xie Bi'an dodged quickly, only a shallow bloodstain was drawn on his neck by the flying knife.

"Third brother, step back. I can just fight with the black-clothed son dignifiedly, and you don't need to plot against him." The leader said.

The scholar bowed to the leader as a promise.

The boss used a pair of bronze sledgehammers weighing tens of kilograms, which were extremely powerful, but after all, their agility was a little weaker. The two fought for dozens of rounds, and they could tell the difference.The leader was injured by Fan Wujiu a lot, and the two brothers next to him wanted to help out several times, but were stopped by the leader.

If you talk about being upright, you must be upright.

The leader knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands to admit defeat, and then asked Fan Wujiu: "Although our village is a bandit, at most it only robs the government, and has never done anything harmful to the world. But I don't know what the two young heroes are. To drive us to this field?"

After hearing what the leader said, Fan Wujiu suddenly had a little doubt about what he did today.So many bandits, do they really deserve to die?How could the life and death of a group of people be determined easily with just a few words on the scroll of seven sufferings?Yun'er didn't die because of the robbers, and Zheng Li was just driven down the mountain with a broken leg. What if there is something hidden in this?Qi Ye has always been cautious and thoughtful, why is he so casually treating human life as a joke today?Fan Wujiu cast a puzzled look at Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an smiled bitterly, his mind spinning rapidly, trying to find a reason to explain to Fan Wujiu, but suddenly felt a little dizzy.He touched the scar on his neck, and found that there was still blood oozing out, and the bleeding had turned black at some point, so he cast his eyes on the scholar, only to see that man smiled.

There is poison on the throwing knife.

This was Xie Bi'an's only thought before he passed out.

"Bian—" Fan Wujiu picked up his weapon and ran towards Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an fell down in the open space like a wild goose shot by a bow and arrow.

Waking up again, Xie Bi'an found himself lying in Zheng Li's hut, except for a little weakness, there was no other discomfort.

"Qiye, are you awake?" Fan Wujiu sat on the wooden bench next to the bed and brought a bowl of soup.

Xie Bi'an propped himself up, Fan Wujiu hurriedly put down the soup and helped him up.

"What happened after that?" Xie Bi'an asked.

Fan Wujiu told him in detail what happened later.

After Xie Bi'an passed out, the bandit leader reprimanded San Dangjia and ordered him to take out the antidote to detoxify Xie Bi'an.Willing to admit defeat, the leader led a group of brothers and left Qingping Mountain to wash their hands.

After Fan Wujiu came down the mountain with Xie Bi'an on a mule, he happened to meet Zheng Li, so he followed Zheng Li back to his hut because Xie Bi'an couldn't let his family know that he was injured.

"Qi Ye, what I'm going to say next is not blaming you, let alone questioning you, but..." Fan Wujiu made several drafts in his mind, and finally made up his mind to ask Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an pointed to the decoction that Fan Wujiu put on the wooden table just now, and said, "Feed me to drink the medicine first, and then I will answer any questions you ask."

Fan Wujiu walked to the table and picked up the medicine bowl.He could vaguely guess that Xie Bi'an knew something that he didn't know, probably related to the speculation he had mentioned to him before.In many things, his intuition and observation skills are not as sharp as Xie Bi'an's, but it doesn't mean that he is so stupid that he can't see anything.

Xie Bi'an is not a person who does anything for his ends, and he has no reason to kill so many people without knowing the truth of the matter.

The soup was no longer hot, Fan Wujiu picked up a spoon and tasted it himself, it was quite bitter, too bitter to swallow.

Xie Bi'an stretched out his hand towards him, wrapped his arms around his back, touched his lips, and put the unswallowed soup in Fan Wujiu's mouth into his own mouth.

It is really bitter.

"Don't drink it, it's too bitter." Fan Wujiu said.

Xie Bi'an smiled and replied: "I am a mortal body now, how can I recover completely without taking medicine? I have to go to Beijing in a few days."

"Then you lean on the head of the bed obediently and let me finish feeding the medicine."

Fan Wujiu fed him spoonful by spoonful, while Xie Bian drank it mouthful.The medicine was very bitter, Xie Bi'an didn't frown, as if what he was drinking was not traditional Chinese medicine but clear water.

The medicine ran out quickly, Xie Bi'an knew he had to tell Fan Wujiu.

"Forget it, I won't ask." Fan Wujiu said suddenly, "You are doing it for my own good after all. I can doubt everyone, but I can't doubt you. When you think you can tell me, I will ask again. you."

Xie Bi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is impossible to hide it from him for a lifetime, it is still possible to hide it for as long as possible.

A soft-hearted ghost like Ba Ye would be very sad if he knew that he had been busy for so long, but let all the ghosts he helped go away.

I can't make him sad, Xie Bi'an thought.

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The crown is full of Jinghua.

People come and go, cars and horses are noisy, no matter what age, the capital is always more prosperous and lively than the northern towns.

"My grandfather was a high-ranking official back then, and he traveled in this kind of carriage, and lived in a big courtyard with three entrances and three exits." Zheng Li, carrying his books on his back, led an old donkey, and said to the black and white two, "One day Day, I will be like him."

A poor scholar in sackcloth, standing on a wide street that can accommodate three carriages driving side by side, spoke passionately about his ambitions.

In the morning he was Tian Shelang, and in the evening he ascended to the Hall of the Son of Heaven.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu looked at each other and smiled, Xie Bi'an's smile was a wry smile thinking of what he would encounter in the future, Fan Wujiu's smile was a gratifying smile that Zheng Li could finally have a chance to realize his dream.

When the three of them arrived at the post house, there were already many students staying in it. They came from all corners of the country, and most of them didn't speak Mandarin very well, so they communicated with each other in the dialect of their hometown.

Although Zheng Li's clothes were a little ragged, the postman didn't mean to be negligent at all, and arranged rooms for the three of them with an apologetic smile.After all, my buddy has seen a lot of poor students who have been admitted to official positions, and no one knows whether the young man in front of him will cover the world with one hand and dominate the world tomorrow.

Originally, Zheng Li meant that the three of them shared a room, and asked the clerk to add an extra bed, so that the three men could squeeze together.But Fan Wujiu is not used to sleeping in the same room with other people, so he suggested that he pay extra money for Zheng Li to live in a room alone, while he and Xie Bi'an share a room.Zheng Li also saw what Fan Wujiu meant, so he didn't make further excuses.

There was still some time before the exam, Zheng Li studied hard in his room every day and rarely went out.

"But I don't know who the person who framed him is?" Fan Wujiu said while sitting at the table facing the window, resting his chin on one hand while the sun was shining at noon, closing his eyes.

Xie Bi'an held a copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" and yawned boredly: "In the vast sea of ​​people, how can it be so easy to find the person who harmed him? We don't know the motive of that person, and we don't know what kind of evidence he produced to prove it. Zheng Li cheated in the exam. Whether this person is an acquaintance close to him, or a stranger who found him at random, or his grandfather's opponent when he was an official in the capital, we still don't know."

"Then what?" Fan Wujiu asked.

"Wait and see. Anyway, Zheng Wen only asked us to help him find the meaning of life, and didn't let us help him get promoted and make a fortune. It doesn't matter whether his grievances can be cleared."

"Are you sure he won't be sad for the rest of his life because of being wronged? Maybe even if he marries Yun'er, he will become self-defeating." Fan Wujiu opened his eyes, turned his head to Xie Bi'an and licked his lips.

Half of Fan Wujiu's face was exposed to the sunlight, while the other half was hidden in the shadows.The face exposed to the sun seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, sparkling, and even the tips of the thick black eyelashes seemed to be plated with a thin layer of gold leaf.

"I can't say for sure what will happen to him." Xie Bi'an threw the book on the table and walked towards Fan Wujiu, "But I hope Ba Ye knows what I want to do next."

I saw Xie Bi'an walking directly opposite Fan Wujiu, put his hand over Ba Ye and leaned against the window sill behind him, leaning forward with his whole body, getting very close to Fan Wujiu.Fan Wujiu looked at Qiye, who was less than half a foot away from him, he could hear the breathing of the person opposite him clearly, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit.

But Fan Wujiu leaned back on the edge of the table, his back was really hurt by the table, this is probably the only flaw in this posture.

"Is this a window?" Fan Wujiu was very concerned about the person in front of him and the table behind him.

Xie Bi'an didn't answer, his idle hands began to restlessly reach towards Fan Wujiu's waist.

"Why is Seventh Master so active today?" Fan Wujiu swallowed his saliva.

Xie Bi'an said softly, "What did Eighth Lord call me?"

"Bian..." If he endured any longer, either Liu Xiahui or his sex became cold, Fan Wujiu climbed onto Xie Bi'an's back with both hands, pressed him against the table, and asked again, "Why are you like this today? "

Xie Bi'an opened his amber eyes and said, "I just suddenly remembered that now that I have a physical body, the taste should be different."

The sun outside the window is still good, and it is still a sunny day.

On the Wushan Mountain after the rain, the clouds lightly reflect the blue sky.

Zheng Li didn't know why Xie Bi'an suddenly took a bath at noon, but it had nothing to do with his fame, so he was puzzled for less than a second, then bowed his head and started reading again.

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On the Wushan Mountain after the rain, the clouds lightly reflect the blue sky. ——by Mao Wenxi