Chapter 231: Chapter 231: The Gift from the Supervisor

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: The Gift from the SupervisorIt seems that there is something urgent. They are Dalang's colleagues. Could it be related to Dalang?

The doorman Lao Zhang bowed and nodded: "Three adults, follow me."

Nangong Qianrou stood up and, under the guidance of the doorman Lao Zhang, walked through the front hall and came to the backyard. From a distance, she saw a child wearing a small cloth bag, who looked cute, being led out by a stunning girl in a long skirt.

The childish child pouted and followed reluctantly.

The two sides met, and the girl stopped and looked at the three night watchmen in astonishment.

"Three adults have something to see the master." The doorman Lao Zhang explained.

Xu Lingyue nodded reservedly, retracted her gaze, and pulled the little bean away.

Xu Lingyin was held by her sister with one hand, and raised the other hand, pointing at Nangong Qianrou with a stubby finger, and shouted:

"What a beautiful sister, as beautiful as mother."

Beautiful sister?! Nangong Qianrou, with an expressionless face, almost broke down. She turned her head in disbelief and stared at Xu Lingyin, her eyes twitching constantly.

Is this child a fool? Are the eyes just for show?

He raised his head slightly to let the child see his Adam's apple. But the stupid child didn't understand what he meant at all and kept shouting:

"Sister, you are as beautiful as my mother."

She seemed to think that being as beautiful as her mother was a high compliment.

Nangong Qianrou walked away with a wave of her sleeves. If anyone else dared to say that he was a woman, they would be skinned alive. But he was a dignified Jinluo, and he was too lazy to argue with a child.

Xu Lingyue watched the backs of Nangong Qianrou and the other two as they entered the hall. "Why don't you leave, sister?" Xu Lingyin raised her palm-sized face.

"It's my brother's colleague. Let's go to the school later." Xu Lingyue said softly, holding her sister's hand and returning.

In the back hall, Xu Pingzhi, who had just finished his meal, stood up hastily and went to meet him. He was a little puzzled and a little terrified, and clasped his fists and said, "Master Jinluo."

Xu Pingzhi had never expected that the dignified Jinluo would come to Xu's house. With the noble status of Jinluo, even if Xu Qi'an was doing well in the night watchman's office, he would never condescend to live in the home of a Tongluo.

Unless there was something important.

This Jinluo was born pretty. From a distance, I thought she was a woman, no worse than Erlang who looked like a boy with a feminine appearance... Xu Pingzhi thought.

"Beautiful sister."

The little bean followed Xu Lingyue back, stood at the threshold, and called out in a flattering

manner.

This child is really annoying. You will cry later... Nangong Qianrou frowned, and her heart sank when she thought of Xu Qi'an's death.

He glanced at Xu Pingzhi and the beautiful woman at the table. What the child said was true. She was indeed a beautiful woman.

"Master Jinluo has come to my humble home. What can I do for you?" Xu Pingzhi asked. Nangong Qianrou retracted her gaze, was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Tongluo Xu Qi'an died in Yunzhou. I am here to give him some silver."

As he spoke, he opened his palm, and Tongluo behind him handed him the silver with a silent look.

Nangong Qianrou handed Xu Pingzhi another three hundred taels of silver. Xu Pingzhi did not take it. He was stunned, like a stone statue, motionless.

Even his eyes froze.

Xu Qi'an died in the line of duty... Nangong Qianrou's words were like thunder exploding in Xu Pingzhi's ears, exploding his soul and heart.

In an instant, it felt like the whole world had lost its color, his mind was filled with bad news, and he was completely desperate.

Xu Qi'an is his nephew, the orphan of his brother. He has raised him for 20 years. How is he different from his own son? No, he even loves him more than his own son.

Uncle Xu has always had a strong sense of responsibility for Xu Qi'an, because he is the orphan of his brother's lineage and the only one left.

Raising him up, watching him marry and have children, and expanding the family line is Xu Pingzhi's best wish in this life.

Now, this nephew is gone, just gone?

In a daze, Xu Pingzhi suddenly heard a sound of falling. He looked back and saw that his wife

had fainted.

"Sister, what happened?"

Xu Lingyin didn't understand. She raised her head and looked at Xu Lingyue beside her.

Xu Lingyue didn't answer. She stood there woodenly, like a lifeless paper flower, beautiful but pale.

The doorman, Lao Zhang, burst into tears: "To die in the line of duty is to die." Nangong Qianrou sighed inwardly, put the silver on the table, and said: "In three or five days, the body will be sent back to the capital, you should prepare for the funeral in advance."

The urgent document of eight hundred miles will naturally arrive in the capital before the body.

After saying that, Nangong Qianrou turned around and was about to leave.

"You are lying!"

A roar like a little lion came, and Xu Lingyin stopped in front of the three night watchmen, staring at Nangong Qianrou fiercely.

A six-year-old child already knew what death was.

Nangong Qianrou ignored it, bypassed Xu Lingyin, and continued to walk out. But Xu Lingyin refused to let him go, chasing him and beating him, while yelling: "You lied, you lied..."

The child's thinking is very simple, as long as the liar is beaten and he takes back what he just said, the eldest brother will come back, as long as the liar is beaten, the eldest brother will

come back...

Nangong Qianrou had to speed up and leave the Xu Mansion with two copper gongs. After walking a long way, he looked back worriedly.

The child actually chased out relentlessly, standing alone at the door, crying and shaking.

Like a little animal abandoned by others.

Nangong Qianrou suddenly regretted that he should wait a little longer, wait for the child to go to school before telling the news of Xu Qian'an's death.

"Take her back and let her family take good care of her." Nangong Qianrou turned her head and ordered the copper gong on the left.

"Yes."

Xu Pingzhi carried his fainted wife back to the room. He went to the front hall to look for his daughter and tried to comfort her. But Xu Lingyue sat silently at the table, her eyes empty and

motionless.

Uncle Xu exhaled slowly, called the doorman Lao Zhang, and said in a deep voice: "Send someone to the academy to tell Erlang the news and ask him to return home as soon as

possible."

Lao Zhang wiped his tears and nodded, and left.

In fact, few servants in the mansion could ride horses. Regardless of the importance of the matter or the time perspective, it was right for Xu Pingzhi to go to Yunlu Academy himself. Doorman Lao Zhang knew that the master could not ride a horse now.

...

It takes two hours to go from the capital to Qingyun Mountain. If the horsemanship is not good enough, it will take longer.

Xu Xinnian returned to the mansion at noon, alone, and the servant who delivered the message was left behind.

Riding his horse to the gate, Xu Xinnian pulled the reins hard, and the horse stopped suddenly, raising its front hooves high.

Before the horse's front hooves fell, Xu Xinnian had already turned over and dismounted,

rushed into the house with a pale face, and when he crossed the threshold, he tripped and fell hard to the ground, breaking his forehead.

He was unaware, staggered to his feet, stumbled into the house, and saw his family in the back hall, his mother in tears, and his sister with empty eyes and no life.

Of course, there was also Xu Lingyin, who sat alone on the steps outside the front hall, scribbling on the ground with a dead branch.

When the bad news came, the adults were immersed in sadness and ignored the feelings of

the children. Xu Lingyin didn't dare to ask, didn't dare to speak, and could only sit alone on

the steps without saying a word.

Xu Pingzhi's eyes were red, and he looked at him and whispered: "Erlang, your elder brother...

is gone."

Xu Xinnian's body shook, and his eyes went black.

....

At noon, the sky turned gloomy and the cold wind raged. Then, heavy snow fell. This was the first snow after the Spring Festival, and it was falling heavily. Soon, the snow

covered the roof, the treetops, and the paths, and the whole world was covered with a thin

silver dress.

The palace, the imperial garden.

The prince invited the second prince, the fourth prince, the sixth prince, and the three princesses to enjoy the snow at Qingji Pavilion.

The charcoal fire was blazing, and there were fine wines and delicacies on the table. The prince took a sip of wine and said with a smile:

"It snowed last year, and I thought I would have to wait until the end of the year to see the snow again. I didn't expect that it would snow again just after the Spring Festival." The third princess smiled and said, "I heard from the sorcerer who made the almanac in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau that the heavier the snow is before the beginning of spring, the better the harvest will be in autumn. I don't know if it's true or not. Although this snow fell after the Spring Festival, it at least caught up with the beginning of spring."

The prince smiled and nodded, then looked at the fourth prince and asked, "What's wrong with Huaiqing recently? She stays in the palace all day and doesn't go out. I sent someone to find her to drink, but she said she was not feeling well."

The fourth prince shook his head in a muffled voice: "I don't know." Huaiqing hasn't appeared for a while. She used to occasionally get together with her brothers and sisters, but she started to close the door to visitors some time ago. Although the fourth prince and Huaiqing are brothers from the same mother, Huaiqing's personality makes it difficult for brothers and sisters to get close.

Humph, she must be too embarrassed to see anyone because of my brilliance... Lin'an took a

sip of wine and thought proudly.

As Gobang became widely known, her name also shocked the capital. Just imagine, under the

brilliance of this princess, the humble Huaiqing naturally had to stay at home and dare not go

out.

Thinking of this, Lin'an drank a few more sips happily, and the blush quietly climbed up her round face, and her charming and affectionate peach blossom eyes were slightly blurred. Several princes couldn't help but look at her a few more times. It is a very pleasing thing to have a sister with excellent talent and beauty.

Well, the word "talent" is still debatable, but she is beautiful and deserves it.

In Xu Qian'an's heart, in addition to fitting the image of a little queen of nightclubs, she is

also the kind of girl in the class when he was young, who was very beautiful but had poor grades. The kind of female student who frowns and scratches her head when doing math problems. But because she is too beautiful and is highly sought after by boys, other girls in the class dislike her and secretly criticize her as a coquettish slut. Huaiqing is a cold and arrogant female academic master, but because of her arrogant

personality, she is not liked by girls and they are jealous of her privately: what's so great about it.

The only difference between a cold and arrogant female academic master and a coquettish female academic scumbag is that a female academic master can play other girls in the class to death. While a female academic scumbag can only pout in anger.

"This snow is a good omen. Do you know about the 800-mile express document yesterday?"

The prince changed the subject. "Zhang Xingying's suppression of the rebellion in Yunzhou?" said the fourth prince.

The prince nodded: "The Minister of Works of the Qi Party colluded with the Wushen Cult and cultivated power in Yunzhou. His heart is worthy of death. Fortunately, Governor Zhang is outstanding in ability, saw through the conspiracy, and wiped out the rebels."

After a pause, the prince looked at his sister Lin'an: "Xu Qi'an played a great role in this case

and was posthumously named the Prince of Changle County. He deserves the title." "Of course, Xu Qi'an is my..."

Originally, Lin'an was happy to hear the prince brother praising Xu Qi'an, and instinctively

wanted to show off, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she was suddenly stunned. "Prince brother....you, what did you say?"

That charming and affectionate face, the sweet smile solidified little by little, the peach

blossom eyes slightly widened, but the spirit was empty, staring at the prince blankly.

"Oh, don't you know yet?" The fourth prince sighed:

"That copper gong Xu Qi'an died in the line of duty, what a pity, what a pity."

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Everyone looked at Lin'an.

Lin'an was completely unaware of her own loss of composure. Her delicate and fair hands

tightly grasped the prince's sleeves, and she cried in a trembling voice: "Brother Prince, don't joke with me..."

There was a glittering light in her eyes, and a pitiful plea.

The prince was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly darkened. He brushed Lin'an's

hand away and said in a deep voice: "This is true. My father has already drafted an edict. When

the remains of Tongluo are transported back to the capital, he will issue an edict to posthumously confer the title.

"Lin'an, pay attention to your own identity."

The dignified Princess Dafeng was so out of control because of the death of a subordinate. The

prince thought Lin'an was sentimental. He didn't want to speculate further.

Lin'an silently retracted her hand, stood up without saying a word, and walked into the vast

snow.

"Lin'an, Lin'an..." The prince chased to the pavilion and shouted at her back.

The red dress walked forward silently, and snowflakes fell on her hair.

The prince turned his head and roared at Lin'an's personal maid: "Why don't you hold an

umbrella for the princess?"

The maid happened to pick up the umbrella and was about to chase after her. Hearing this, she

stopped, bowed to the prince, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and quickly chased after her. In the pavilion, the princes and princesses had not yet come to their senses and looked dazed.

On the other side, the maid who was slapped on the buttocks by Xu Qian'an, holding an umbrella, carefully looked at Lin'an's profile, not daring to speak. What a pity, that Tongluo died... The maid sighed in her heart.

Suddenly, she heard a slight sob, turned her head in shock, and saw that Princess Lin'an was in

tears.

"Princess?!"

The maid trembled and called out, looking around in panic. Fortunately, it was snowing

heavily and there was no one around. She lowered her voice: "Why are you crying? Is it because of him?"

"This palace, this palace doesn't know..."

Tears fell drop by drop, Lin'an raised his hand and pressed his chest.

It was empty here.

...

"It's snowing. I like snowy days. I should wait until the snow stops so that I can have snowball

fights with my senior brothers, and build snowmen and snow horses."

In the warm tea room where Princess Huaiqing lives, Chu Caiwei holds a cup of tea, eats cakes,

and looks at the heavy snow outside the window.

She has shallow dimples and enjoys the pleasant afternoon, with hot tea, delicious cakes, and

watching the snow.

Princess Huaiqing wears a white palace skirt. She is not affected by cold or heat, and she wears

a summer dress that highlights her figure.

She ignores the chatter of her close friends. She holds a book in her hand, but stares at the

heavy snow in a daze.

"Princess Huaiqing, what's wrong with you? You have been absent-minded these days." Chu Caiwei feels that she is being ignored and is very angry.

In his dark eyes, white snowflakes were reflected. Huaiqing said faintly: "Caiwei, I'm afraid

that the letter I wrote for you will not be delivered to you."

Chu Caiwei ate the cake heartlessly and asked: "Why?"

"He died in the line of duty."

Chu Caiwei's hand trembled and the cake fell to the ground.

....

Observatory, Bagua Terrace.

Chu Caiwei walked dejectedly up the stairs and came to the top floor of the Observatory.

The snow was heavy and a thin layer of snow accumulated on the Bagua Terrace. The

Supervisor sat cross-legged in front of the desk. There was no snow within a radius of three

feet.

Chu Caiwei stopped behind the Supervisor and choked with grievance: "Teacher..." "From childhood to adulthood, every time a senior brother bullied you, you ran to me crying to complain." The Supervisor did not look back and smiled and drank a glass of wine.

"No senior brother bullied me." Chu Caiwei pursed her lips and burst into tears: "Xu Qi'an is

dead, Xu Qi'an is dead, I'm so sad..."

The supervisor was silent for a moment, turned his head and looked at the south, as if he was

concentrating on something, and suddenly chuckled: "Good news."

Chu Caiwei cried even harder, stamped her feet hard, and cried and cursed: "Damn old man, stinky old man, my friend is dead, and you still say good things, why don't you die." "What did you say to the teacher? The teacher has lived for five hundred years, and it's not

enough. I have to borrow another five hundred years from heaven." The supervisor said

angrily.

"Then, then what you said just now is what a teacher should say." Chu Caiwei cried. "The teacher said good things, of course it is good things." The supervisor said: "The year

before last, the teacher gave you the pill of rebirth, did you take it?" "What pill of rebirth." Chu Caiwei wiped her tears.

"Turen Pills, only three Turen Pills can be made in a decade. Emperor Yuan Jing asked me to

be his teacher, but I didn't give him Turen Pills." The Supervisor became even angrier.

"Oh, it's in my bag." Chu Caiwei sobbed, "I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me, and I

don't need that thing."

The Supervisor nodded and smiled, "Remember, you gave the Turen Pills to Xu Qi'an."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"I didn't, it's in my bag."

"Shut up, you did. If someone asks you next time, just say that."

"Oh." Chu Caiwei cried again, "Teacher, Xu Qi'an is dead."

She had a habit of coming to the Supervisor to cry when she encountered something sad. Just

like a child who would cry to his parents when he was wronged.

"You have just entered the sixth rank, so don't go out these days."

After Chu Caiwei left, the supervisor opened his palm, and a translucent orange pill lay quietly

in his palm.

Then, the supervisor plucked a strand of white beard and exhaled gently.

The beard fluttered in the wind, rising higher and higher, and suddenly expanded and turned

into a big white bird.

The bird cried desolately, hovered in the air for a moment, and swooped down to take the

rebirth pill in the supervisor's hand.

Chu Caiwei returned to the room and lowered her head to search in the deerskin bag at her

waist.

"Why did the teacher suddenly tell me about the rebirth pill, and said that he gave it to Xu Qian'an..." She sobbed and searched, but she couldn't find the rebirth pill.

....

"Do you trust Wei Yuan so much? Are you willing to tell him all the secrets in your body?"

In the dim cabin, Yang Qianhuan sat cross-legged with his back to the coffin.

He knew it was unbelievable that Xu Qiyan was Wei Yuan's illegitimate son. Xu Qiyan was 20

years old, and Wei Yuan had been a eunuch in the palace for more than 20 years.

"I was just joking about dad. Do you understand me?" Xu Qian'an sighed while lying in the

coffin:

"Of course I trust him. Lord Wei treats me well and is willing to cultivate me. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is very kind to me. But I'm a little reluctant to tell him the secret."

"Why?"

"How should I put it? Lord Wei's mind is too deep and hard to see through. You never know what he is thinking. You don't know how he will react after telling him the secret." "That's right. Wei Yuan and my teacher are both terribly deep-minded people. Even a man

like me who holds the moon and picks the stars can't see through them." Yang Qianhuan said

puzzledly:

"Then why are you willing to talk to me about these things in your heart?" Xu Qian'an smiled and said, "Because Senior Brother Yang is a man with a pure heart."

Except for his love of pretending, he doesn't care about anything else. Yang Qianhuan nodded, and felt that this was strange, "I always feel that this is not a good

thing to say... Have you ever thought about leaving the capital? Anyway, you are dead, the

world is big, you can go anywhere."

"But my family is in the capital, of course I have to go back if I can." Xu Qian'an sighed:

"I also yearn for the days of wandering the rivers and lakes with a sword in a green shirt. But

no matter where you go, you will not be panicked if you have a home to return to at any time.

Once I leave the capital, I may never go back in this life." After a period of getting along, perhaps because they were too bored, the two of them started

to talk casually, and gradually began to say some of their true feelings.

"That's right, when I go out, as long as I think of the brothers and sisters of the Sitianjian and

the teacher, I feel at ease. It's not really homeless, just traveling outside." Yang Qianhuan

nodded

slightly.

Xu Qian'an said that he would go back to ask Wei Yuan's opinion, but in fact he was perfunctory to Yang Qianhuan, and he was weighing the pros and cons of being honest. Wei Yuan treats him well, he knows. But after the confession, will Wei Yuan choose to reseal

Shen Shu, or choose to turn a blind eye? In the absence of reference, Xu Qian'an dared not take

the risk.

After all, he is not Wei Yuan's biological son.

But he was reluctant to leave the capital, and was in a dilemma for a while. In addition, Monk Shen Shu once asked him to keep the secret and not reveal his existence. Xu

Qian'an was not sure how Monk Shen Shu would react if he told Wei Yuan the secret.

You can't really believe that a master like a god and demon is a compassionate Bodhisattva

just because he is always friendly.

"Hey, force... Senior Brother Yang, are you married?" Xu Qian'an asked.

"No." Yang Qianhuan shook his head: "Women are a burden, I don't need them."

So, I wonder if you don't allow your wife to look at your face when you have sex with her? If

so, then you have only two ways to go: one, like the sub-sage of Yunlu Academy, become a

man who always stands behind his wife. Second, be a kind-hearted man. Thinking about it, Xu Qian'an couldn't help laughing. At this time, an unknown bird's cry came from outside the boat, desolate and lonely, like the

wail of a night owl.

Yang Qianhuan was stunned at first, then shocked, blurted out: "It's the teacher's breath."