Chapter 192: The Danger of Fang Heng

Chapter 192

At this moment, the power of the Fengjing noble families was manifested, and the exclusive skills of the aristocratic families made Jiang Sheng awed and Xu Mo's heart heavy.

Zhu Zhi's marriage was annulled and his reputation was completely ruined. It was set in stone.

But with the Zhu family protecting him, he was still a degree holder and could even be sent to a minor official position. His life would still be carefree and comfortable.

How unfair!

The county prefect Xu and his wife of Xieyang County, because they were clean-handed and had no backer, were wrongly accused and could only prove their innocence through suicide.

Xu Mo was really angry.

He suppressed his emotions as love and hate surged in his heart, which made his days at the Imperial Academy even more dispirited.

Zhao Yuan, who admired Xu Mo the most, was the first to come up and care, "Brother Xu, are you okay? Did something big happen at home? Or are you short of money?"

Xu Mo waved his hand.

Qi Huai said strangely, "What else could it be to make our diligent great scholar Xu turn his books upside down?"

Xu Mo quickly turned his books right side up, only to find that he hadn't actually turned them upside down until now when he really did turn them over.

Zhao Yuan and Qi Huai laughed until they bent over.

Only Zhu Sihuan sat silently in the corner with a gloomy face.

After Xu Mo set the books right, he decided to shift the trouble and said, "Why is Brother Zhu so quiet?"

Before Zhu Sihuan could open his mouth.

Zhao Yuan pranced around gesturing, "I know, something lively happened in the Zhu family. Your cousin has been keeping a concubine outside, and his son is already quite old, yet he still wants to marry the Tao family’s girl. Now the marriage has been called off by the Tao family’s girl and he has become the laughing stock of the entire Fengjing."

After speaking, he threw his head back and laughed loudly on his own.

Xu Mo also raised the corners of his lips in a sardonic smile.

In the eyes of the Fengjing noble families, becoming the laughing stock of Fengjing was a very serious matter, but in the eyes of him, a commoner, the most regrettable thing was the loss of life.

"So it's the Tao family." Qi Huai also seemed to recall something. "This marriage between the Zhu family and the Tao family is probably a necessary alliance. The most aggrieved thing for the Tao family girl is that after calling off the engagement with Zhu Zhi, she still has to be engaged to another member of the Zhu family."

Xu Mo was stunned.

He didn’t know that marriages between Fengjing noble families were not simply about courtship, but an alliance between the two families, or even a partnership, to show their sincerity by arranging marriages between the younger generation, only to strengthen ties.

"Calling off the engagement with Zhu Zhi means she can only settle for a lesser choice among the younger generation," Zhao Yuan stared wide-eyed and nudged Zhu Sihuan, "Brother Zhu, you also have a chance."

This was meant to be a joke, and others would have laughed it off.

But after half a teapot of time, there was no movement at all, no voices, no clamor, and no earth-shattering fight.

The nomadic tribes rode horses, and so did the 5th platoon. Every time the two sides met, the commotion could be heard from two kilometers away. They hated to stomp the ground into pits on the spot and would never be this quiet.

Fang Heng reined in his horse. His instinct told him something was wrong, very wrong.

But oddly enough, he didn't know what the problem was.

Just as he was anxious, his father's teachings flashed through his mind. He immediately jumped off his horse and lay on the ground listening.

Sure enough, there was the sound of horses coming not from the east, but from the west where he had just galloped over.

A bad premonition surfaced in his mind. Fang Heng raced back to Laigu Village almost immediately.

The scene that met his eyes made them bloodshot.

The children who were still lively and riding brooms just now lay lifeless on the ground, their faces pale and breathless.

The meat bun wrapped in oiled paper rolled out of the arms of the girl with braided pigtails, revealing the cold mutton inside.

A starving nomad bent down to pick it up and threw it into his mouth to chew noisily.

"Delicious, really delicious."

He commented, and kicked away the obstructing girl with braided pigtails.

Fang Heng's eyes turned from blood red to bloodshot. He didn't remember how he drew his blade or how he slashed and hacked.

Even though his opponents were seven or eight nomad strongmen and he was just a slender youth.

All he knew was to slash, blade, break, and wound.

The noisy cries of shock and angry curses of the nomads rang in his ears, finally turning into unwilling eyes and cold corpses.

At the end of the fight, Fang Heng's strength quickly faded, and only two nomad strongmen remained.

But they held long knives and revealed fierce grins, clearly thinking the winner had been decided.

Fang Heng knelt on one knee, holding the knife in his right hand, his chest heaving slightly, as if catching his breath, or exhausted waiting for death.

Just as the two blades hovered over his head, about to fall.

Fang Heng's ears twitched, hearing the sound of movement in the distance.

It seemed... his brothers and sister had come.

"Third Brother..."

Someone was calling, like a hallucination before death.