Chapter 113

The fish belly is white in the East.

The burning courtyard has completely become ruins, the house has collapsed, and everything in the room has been burned into fly ash. The bodies of Wen Zheng and Mrs. Wen have been burned beyond recognition. When they are carried out, their shape is distorted, like two sections of dried dead wood twisted and intertwined, making it difficult to identify their identity.

Qian Yu's eyes were deep and his face stared at the body coldly: "separate them for me."

Yi Xiaoqiao raised his eyes and glanced at him, but he was silent.

Several people came forward to break and pry with a knife, but the skin and bones of the two people had already melted together and could not be separated at all.

He acted several times without separation. He gasped and said, "no, it seems to be melted by the child's bones and flesh."

"Or cut it with a knife." When they said this, they all secretly glanced at Qian Yu.

You know, in this time and space, we pay attention to the great importance of the dead. Although Wuzuo can examine the bodies, it is also to find out the truth and redress the grievances for the dead. But it's really disrespectful for you to chop other people's bodies. They also beat drums in their hearts.

Especially thinking of Wen Fu's roar before he died, no matter who he was, his heart had to tremble.

"Wenfu's body has been found." The Yamen servant came over with a gray and black corpse carried by a white cloth and put it next to the embracing corpse.

Yi Xiaoqiao glanced a little and hurriedly moved his eyes. Wen Fu was still holding a knife in his hand. The knife was shining. Even though it was roasted by the fire, it was not damaged at all. When the autumn wind blew, it was cold and dazzling.

For a moment, Yi Xiaoqiao felt that there was a sharp knife hanging over his head, which was going to fall at any time.

"Master, the dead are big. It's really inseparable. Just forget it." Liu Yin glanced at the embracing body and said respectfully.

There was some meaningful sigh in his voice, as if he was secretly telling Qian Yu's cruelty.

Qian Yu stared at him coldly: "are you afraid?"

Liu Yin frowned and replied respectfully, "Liu Yin won't be afraid, but... It's too cruel."

Qian Yu's hand suddenly clenched the folding fan, and the muscles of the corners of his lips twitched. His heart was angry and there was no place to vent.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoqiao finally understood why Qian Yu didn't like Liu Yin, which was different from Chuiyang.

Chuiyang is like a machine without emotion. He never doubted what Qian Yu asked him to do. Even if Qian Yu asked him to chop the body into mud, I'm afraid he could do it without blinking. Unlike Liu Yin, he has his own thinking, will express his own opinions and occasionally give some advice.

For Qian Yu, it is natural that Chuiyang is more convenient to use.

"Young master Qiao."

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly looked up and looked at Qian Yu in confusion. He didn't understand why he suddenly ordered his name.

"What do you say?"

Yi Xiaoqiao was silent for a moment and shook his head: "the children have melted. What else can I say?"

Qian Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and asked with a smile: "childe Qiao always seems to have some benevolence of women. He may be the murderer who indirectly killed your parents. Are you so kind?"

Yi Xiaoqiao was shocked. Just for a moment, she was moved by their loyalty and friendship. She actually forgot this stubble. She pretended to be calm and looked up at Qian Yu: "they are dead and burned alive by fire. They have been punished. There is no need to be so cruel."

Qian Yu's hand held the folding fan hard, and his eyes fell on her, as if a cold sword was on her neck. For a long time, he brushed his sleeve and turned away: "I don't know what it is, one is more confused than the other!"

Liu Yin arched his hand at Yi Xiaoqiao and followed him quickly.

The peach patted his chest gently: "young master, why does this gentleman look so strange?"

Yi Xiaoqiao shakes her head. She also thinks that Qian Yu is very strange. Why is he so persistent in separating the husband and wife of others? It is reasonable to say that Qian Yu is not such a cruel person, even if people die.

Yi Xiaoqiao glanced at the bodies hugging each other and asked the officials on the side, "what will they do with their bodies?"

"It's all burned like this. What else can we do? Check it and take it to the random burial post." The officer waved his hand and said carelessly.

Mass grave?

The Wen family has been engaged in business for generations and passed down from generation to generation. In this generation, not to mention the family property is gone, not even a blood is left. Now the last person of the family has to be pulled to the random burial post, not even a place to live. If there is really a nine secluded place in the world, I don't know how Wen Zheng will explain to his ancestors when he goes underground.

"Can't you prepare a coffin for them?" Yi Xiaoqiao whispered. She felt that she couldn't bear it.

The official sneered: "don't be whimsical, childe Qiao. They collude with the blood lotus sect and intend to rebel. It's a great crime to kill the nine families. Don't mention pulling them to the random burial post. Even if they are hung on the city gate for public display, it's right. It's impossible to give them a coffin."

"Besides, who dares to bury them? They will be implicated if they are not careful." The officer turned and left, as if he intended to stay away from Yi Xiaoqiao, a whimsical man.

The peach came up and whispered, "young master, he's right. No one dares to take care of this matter. Don't be greedy. Besides, if you get involved in this matter as your identity, you may really be involved."

The key is that if people know the real identity of Yi Xiaoqiao, it is not Yi Xiaoqiao but mu Yian who is involved.

Yi Xiaoqiao thought through this and nodded slowly: "just, let's go back."

Peach breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yi Xiaoqiao didn't have to take care of it. Otherwise, she would be very embarrassed.

Out of the gate of the Wen mansion, I saw the bustling streets, the people all around the door of the Wen mansion, constantly looking around, vaguely heard the voice of whispering discussion.

Yi Xiaoqiao didn't care. He walked through layers of people and went straight to his carriage.

"Young master Qiao."

Yi Xiaoqiao looked back and saw Liu Yin standing not far away and saluting her: "my master, please."

The peach frowned and said unhappily, "is your master finished? He was busy last night and didn't rest. Isn't he tired? Isn't my young master tired?"

"Childe Qiao, please." Liu Yin made a gesture of invitation with a tough attitude, and obviously didn't want to give her room to make excuses.

Although Yi Xiaoqiao was in poor spirits, he could only get on their carriage.

Qian Yu leaned on the side of the carriage and was closing her eyes. She heard her getting on the bus and slowly opened her eyes.

The carriage began to walk, and the body shook gently, like a cradle to sleep.

"Your son." Yi Xiaoqiao forced himself to look at him: "what's the matter with you looking for me?"

Qian Yu looked up and down at Yi Xiaoqiao. Her eyes fell from her face to her feet, and then returned to her face from her feet. During this period, she stopped at her waist and chest, as if thinking.

Yi Xiaoqiao was examined by his burning eyes. In a trance, he felt that he had been forcibly stripped naked. That feeling made her very uncomfortable.

She hung her head and dared not look at him.

Something approached slowly and stopped opposite her.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly looked up and looked at Qian Yu's eyes. They were different from Mu Yian's. his pupils were light brown, not as black as Mu Yian, but as sharp as Mu Yian. There was a little cold in the sharpness. His eyes slowly swept over her small face, sword eyebrows, eyes, Qiong nose, and bright red and small lips, Finally his eyes returned to hers.

He smiled and touched her face with his fingertips. He rubbed her face.

Yi Xiaoqiao was too nervous to move, and his heart seemed to stop beating. His fingertips were slightly cold, like a cold poisonous snake gently rubbing his face. She looked at him with an artificial composure.

Finally, his hand stopped and his fingertips fell behind her ears. He asked in a low voice, "childe Qiao, do you mind if I do this?"

Yi Xiaoqiao's hand slowly clenched. She closed her eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She didn't dare to look at him.

Coolness retreated from her ear. She heard Gan Yu's sneer: "you don't want to, just."