Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Interrogation of Hengyuan

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Interrogation of HengyuanThe next day, Xu Qi'an squatted under the eaves to brush his teeth and wash his face, calling out in his mind: "Master Shenshu?"

No one responded.

"Master? You said last night that you and I are the same kind of people, so I want to ask, does Ning also pick up silver every day?"

No one responded.

He is usually asleep, after all, he is a sealed object... I will try to summon him again. If there is still no response, then I can barely accept it by using my hot and soft body to warm his cold body... Xu Qi'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting on a handsome uniform and tying up his long hair, Xu Qi'an hung the black and gold long sword on his waist, climbed over the ten-foot-high wall, and went to the main house for breakfast.

With his hand on the hilt, he suddenly thought of the fact that the supervisor gave him this sword at the beginning. Is it a gesture of goodwill?

".... I am too arrogant. How could a first-class master show goodwill to me. However, this sword is very compatible with my "Heaven and Earth Sword Slash". Thank you, Supervisor." Hmm?

Xu Qiyan suddenly stopped and stood there in a daze.

The black gold long sword was given by the Supervisor, and "Heaven and Earth Sword Slash" was sent by the Astronomical Supervisor. The black gold long sword and "Heaven and Earth Sword Slash" are perfectly matched, and the Supervisor knows that I have a strange luck... In the cold wind of the morning, Xu Qiyan shivered slowly.

At this moment, he had a sense of urgency that "the routines in the alien world are deep, I want to go back to Earth."

"Hu... Let's take it one step at a time, improve our strength and status first, and talk about the future later."

After calming down, Xu Qiyan came to the front hall. It was dawn, and my aunt and second uncle were sitting at the dining table to eat. Lu'e was also sitting at the dining table, with a little bean on her thigh.

"Brother!" Xu Lingyin greeted enthusiastically, and quietly moved the meat buns and fried dough sticks to her arms.

.... It's really a fake brother-sister relationship. Xu Qianan sat down, served himself a bowl of porridge, and glanced at the beautiful woman:

"Auntie got up so early?"

The auntie who got up early was in a bad mood and didn't like to pay much attention to her nephew. Her white and slender jade fingers twisted the porcelain spoon, stirring the rice porridge, and said lightly:

"Lingyue is not feeling well, I just went to visit her."

"What's wrong?" Xu Qianan frowned. He was still very concerned about the beautiful and refined girl.

"Daughter's matter..." Auntie muttered softly, not wanting to explain.

Oh, my period came... But if my period came, my auntie wouldn't have to visit her. So, it's dysmenorrhea?

Detective Xu Qianan came to a conclusion.

After breakfast, Xu Qianan said, "I'm going to visit Lingyue."

Second uncle and auntie had no objection. The advantage of a military family is that there are no complicated rules in a scholarly family.

For example, brothers and sisters should keep a fixed distance when talking, and they must greet each other before meeting. They cannot spend more than a certain amount of time together in private, unless several brothers and sisters are having a meal together.

And so on.

Otherwise, Xu Lingyue would be very embarrassed at this time, and the elders should refuse.

"Big pot, big pot... I want to see my sister too." Xu Lingyin jumped down from Lu'e's thigh and held the corner of Xu Qi'an's clothes.

Xu Qi'an thought she walked too slowly, so he clamped her under his armpits and soon arrived at the door of Xu Lingyue's boudoir. He knocked on the door and said:

"Sister? Aunt said you are not feeling well?"

Xu Lingyue's weak body came from the room: "I, I'm fine..."

"Can big brother come in?" Xu Qi'an said in his heart, should the cloth strips used to wipe the wound be cleaned up?

"Squeak..." The maid opened the door and welcomed Xu Qi'an and Xiao Douding into the

room.

Xu Lingyue was lying on the bed, lying on her side, holding her stomach, her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her pretty face was a little pale.

This looks a bit serious.... Is it really that painful.... Xu Qian'an comforted her: "You have your period, right? Have you taken the medicine?"

Xu Lingyue was stunned, and her pale face flushed with two blushes. She shook her head: "Mother said that I just need to endure it..."

There was some grievance in her tone.

After all, she was just a little girl, lying on the bed and enduring the pain, alone, with only the maid by her side.

In this era, dysmenorrhea is generally endured. After all, it is not a disease, and it will naturally get better after a while. For most middle and low-level civilians, there is no need to see a doctor unless someone dies.

I remember whether brown sugar ginger tea can cure dysmenorrhea? Forget it, I'll go find Chu Caiwei later...

Xu Lingyin walked to the bedside, stretched out her stubby fingers, smoothed her sister's frown, and looked at her elder brother pitifully:

"Is my sister going to die?"

Xu Lingyue: "..."

"My sister won't die." Xu Qian'an comforted her.

"Then what happened to my sister." Xu Lingyin asked fearfully.

You don't understand dysmenorrhea... You don't understand menstruation either... Xu Qian'an pondered for a moment, and then he touched Xu Lingyin's head and explained in

simple language:

"My sister is too sensible and doesn't know how to make trouble, so she feels uncomfortable. When she becomes a troublemaker in the future, her stomach won't hurt."

Dysmenorrhea will be alleviated or even eliminated after getting married in the future. So Xu Qian'an's explanation is so accurate and easy to understand, which is rare in the world.

Even a stupid child like Xu Lingyin understood what he said. She nodded in sudden realization, her little face very serious: "I want to be a troublemaker too, so that I won't have stomachache in the future."

"Big, big brother... what are you talking to her about?" Xu Lingyue didn't understand, but she felt that what Xu Qi'an said was weird.

"Have a good rest." Xu Qi'an gently pinched his sister's face and left with the little kid.

On the way back to the front hall, he saw the little kid running to the garden, grabbing a handful of soil, and hiding it in his little hand furtively.

What did she want to do? Xu Qi'an was stunned.

Back in the front hall, the second uncle and aunt were still eating, and the former asked: "Is

Lingyue better?"

"It hurts..." When Xu Qi'an spoke, he saw Xu Lingyin climb onto a stool, holding the edge of the table with her small body, and throwing the black soil into a large pot of porridge in front

of her parents.

Then, she stood on the stool and exhaled a breath of relief, so that she would not have a

stomachache.

Aunt and second uncle looked stiff, turned their heads inch by inch, and looked at the little

girl: "What are you...doing?"

"I'm making trouble!" Xu Lingyin said proudly: "I will definitely make trouble in the future, unlike my sister, who always causes trouble for my parents."

After saying that, she pinched her waist and waited for her parents to praise.

Aunt remembered the cockroach incident, and for a moment, new and old hatreds surged in her heart. She picked up her neck, put it on her thigh, and spanked her buttocks. The little kid was not convinced and cried while defending himself: "Why did you hit me,

mother?"

Auntie slapped him non-stop: "You are so confident about throwing mud into the porridge?"

"My elder brother taught me. He said that as long as you play nice, your stomach won't hurt...

Aaaaa..."

Auntie was furious, her eyebrows were raised: "Xu Ningyan, what did you teach her again?" "The weather is so good today. Second uncle, I'm going to the government office first." Xu Qian'an ran away happily.

Night watchman's government office, dungeon.

As a temporary prisoner, Hengyuan was lucky not to be tortured. He was only whipped twice

by the jailer when he first arrived, because the reason was that even the iron princes were not

as clean as him.

A stinky monk without oil and water.

"Bang..." The door of the cell was opened, and the jailer shouted to the shackled burly monk: "There is a master who wants to question you, come out."

Hengyuan opened his eyes, stood up, and followed the jailer to the interrogation room.

In the slightly dim interrogation room, a masculine and handsome Tongluo sat on a big chair with a big horse and a golden sword, staring at him sharply.

Hengyuan knew this Tongluo. He had seen this Tongluo when the kind-hearted No. 3 helped

him hide and avoid being hunted. At that time, he stood on the roof, holding the knife with

one hand, with a straight back and extraordinary demeanor. At first glance, he was a dragon

among men.

"Master, please sit down. I have a few questions for you." Xu Qian'an said, examining the monk with a square face and rough features.

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are bright and calm, and his temperament is deep and restrained.

Hengyuan put his hands together, saluted, and then sat down.

"Name." Xu Qian'an lowered his head to drink tea.

"Monks do not speak of their names. I am Hengyuan."

"Age."

"Thirty."

Xu Qian'an looked up in surprise and glanced at him. He remembered a joke: Uncle, how do

you stay so young?

Staying up late.

How old are you this year?

Twenty years old.

Hengyuan looks to be in his forties, close to fifty... Do you also stay up late every day... Xu

Qian'an complained in his heart.

"Origin."

"A warrior monk from Qinglong Temple."

"What cultivation level?"

"An eighth-rank warrior monk."

Xu Qian'an frowned and tapped the table with his fingers: "Don't play tricks on me."

An eighth-rank warrior monk, who could break into Pingyuan Bo's mansion at night to kill

people, easily seriously injure two Tongluo in the Qi training realm, and walk away without any injuries?

Hengyuan said in a deep voice: "I am indeed an eighth-rank martial monk." Eighth-rank martial monk... I remember that there is something very strange in the Buddhist

practice system. The next rank of the ninth-rank novice monk is the seventh-rank master, which directly skips the eighth-rank martial monk.

Does Buddhism have two systems? Since there are two systems, why do they have to be merged together? Also, what is the next rank of the martial monk?

Xu Qian'an asked the doubts in his heart, and Hengyuan shook his head: "Qinglong Temple does not have the corresponding unique skills, and only the journey to the west can know." Only the journey to the west can know? Then there are probably no relevant records in the

documents of the government office... These are all insignificant small questions... Xu Qian'an

said:

"Henghui has passed away, and the remains of Princess Pingyang have been found. His Majesty issued a notice today that Pingyuan Bo, Zhang Feng, the Minister of War, and Sun

Zhongming, the Deputy Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, murdered their relatives and exterminated their three clans. You can rest assured."

"Amitabha." Hengyuan closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"You just stumbled into this case by accident, and the night watchman will not hold you responsible, but shouldn't you explain to me what this is?"

Xu Qian'an took out a small jade mirror from his arms, and threw it on the table with a clang.

This small jade mirror was found at the bottom of the well, and it was the No. 6 fragment of

Hengyuan.