Chapter 7

"A feast of peace?" Xu Pingzhi was stunned.

Li Ru's tears still hung on her face, and her happy expression solidified.

"Two days ago, Xu Qi'an was in the prison shouting to see the Fu Yin, saying that there was an important clue to report, and then the Fu Yin solved the case. According to the great law, you have nothing to do Said the clerk.

"Yes, is that so..." Xu Pingzhi stammered. When Xu Qi'an was the age of a kitten, he took him home to raise him. He didn't know what kind of person his nephew was?

Xu Pingzhi suspected that the officials were lying, but he had no evidence.

It's that son of a bitch... Li Ru looks pale.

It's not the son who dredged up the relationship and saved the family. How could he be an unfortunate nephew? Isn't he in prison.

With a lot of confusion, Xu Pingzhi leads his wife and daughter out of the back door of the Yamen and sees Xu Qian, who is combing his chicken nest hairstyle and waiting anxiously at the door.

The moment I saw my nephew, the doubts buried in my heart were not important. The man from Wufu's family felt warm in his heart, his eyes were red, and strode forward. He wanted to give his nephew a hug, but he felt affected and couldn't let go of his face. He patted him on the shoulder: "Ning Yan, good look."

Xu Qi'an almost died on the spot.

"Second uncle, you are the peak of Qi training. We are one grade short." Xu Qian naturally said these words, but he was not unfamiliar at all.

He was surprised at the harmony. At the same time, he glanced over Xu Er Shu's shoulder and looked at the three women behind him.

Hey, auntie, you're in such a mess as you are today... This idea is out of control.

Schadenfreude mood did not last long, was attracted by her sister's face.

The girl was dressed in loose prison clothes, her scattered hair hung beside the classic delicate melon face, and her tall Qiong nose, at first glance, had the three-dimensional feeling of a mixed race beauty.

But this age is the most beautiful and pure years, mixed people can not get away from the charm of the line of sight.

I have such a beautiful and refined sister. Xu Qian was shocked.

In the memory of the original owner, the appearance of his sister is very vague, probably not much attention. And because of my aunt's reason, I hate the house and Wu.

Not very friendly to cousins.

Aware of his brother's fiery eyes, Xu Lingyue timidly called "big brother", a little shy and bowed her head.

"Big brother!" Coldly, I heard a cry.

Xu Lingyin was five years old. He was so small that he ran to him. He stopped in front of Xu Qian and looked up at him.

Xu Qian waved his hand: "no sugar for you, I just came out of the prison."

It's worth mentioning that the original owner didn't like his cousins, but he was pretty good to this youngest sister, because she didn't inherit her mother's appearance at last.

"What's a cell?"

"That's where you sleep these days."

"And the other brother, did he bring sugar?"

"He didn't come."

"Oh." Xiaobudian looks disappointed. Another brother in her mouth is Xu Xinnian, a mother, but she doesn't know the difference between cousin and brother.

This Yao Mei is not very clever. She is a stupid child. This must be inherited from her mother. The original owner thinks so.

Finally, he looked at his Aunt Li Ru, a woman who always swaggered in front of Xu Qi'an. He probably never thought that one day she would have to humbly thank her unfortunate nephew.

The beautiful woman turned her head stiffly and said, "thank you so much for the dinner..."

at the right time, Xu Qi'an had a vague memory in her mind.

When he was rushed to the courtyard adjacent to Xu's house by his aunt, Xu Qi'an was furious and swore to heaven: I'm sure Xu Qi'an will be outstanding in the future. Don't regret it!

Now want to feel good embarrassed, this is not the aunt version of don't cheat young poor!

Xu Qi'an now looks at the relationship between the original owner and his aunt from the objective perspective of a third party. In fact, this beautiful woman is not to blame.

When Xu Qi'an practiced martial arts, he ate more than 100 liang of silver every year, which was equivalent to the savings of ordinary people for 20 to 30 years. It has to be an attentive family.

It's no surprise that Auntie's heart is resentful, so Xu Qi'an said sincerely: "Auntie, don't be in a hurry to thank you. When you go home for dinner, say it again."

Li Ru immediately opened her big eyes and glared at her unfortunate nephew.

Xu Pingzhi felt numb and said in a deep voice, "go home first!"

...

with a wine pot, Xu Xinnian staggers back to Xu's home, where he has lived for 19 years. Now the door is sealed and empty. It's very desolate.

Xu Xinnian kicks the door open, steps over the threshold, staggers a few steps in, and then turns back to close the door.

It's not a glorious thing to commit suicide by hanging a beam, let alone a respectable scholar like him. Therefore, we can't call the attention of the government.

Shame.

It was like a long life for him to walk from the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard.He can read at the age of three, recite poems at the age of five, and have been familiar with the classics of saints at the age of ten. He entered Yunlu Academy at the age of 14. Eighteen years old.

It's not too much to say that you are gifted.

His intelligence, his erudition, shaped his proud character.

In front of his family, he has always been proud, promising, beautiful and the pillar of the Xu family in the future.

As a seven foot man, he would rather die in a magnificent way than live in humiliation.

Think of here, Xu new year will be in the hands of a bottle of wine, forced to break on the ground.

With a sense of wine, he rushed into the room, sharpened his ink, picked up his pen, and wrote down the best farewell poem in his life.

Xu Xinnian smiles three times, grabs rice paper, rushes out of the door, takes out the prepared hemp rope, and hangs it on the ginkgo tree in the inner courtyard.

He was surprised that he was facing death. He was not afraid at all. He just felt happy that he had never been.

All of a sudden, some people understand that only when they have no fear can they be proud of the world.

I'm not afraid of death. There's nothing to be afraid of.

...

the capital is prosperous, known as the best city in the world.

Xu Qi'an walked slowly through the bustling ancient city, with cars running like water and horses, shops on both sides, and banners inspired by the wind.

In my mind, I can't help but think of a poem: Willow painting bridge, wind curtain, green curtain, one hundred thousand people.

In fact, the capital is more prosperous than Qiantang in the poem. "Dafeng: geography records" records that "in the early years of Yuanjing, the population of Kyoto was more than 1.96 million."

It's the 36th year of Yuanjing.

The population of the capital should have exceeded two million.

There are seven or eight servant girls and servants in the courtyard of Xufu. Now the servant girls have already been sent back. The gate is locked and the buildings are empty.

Aunt looked at the plaque on the gate, mixed feelings: "I don't know how nian'er is, he must be very worried about us, this child, said before going to prison will help us out."

Go inside as you speak.

The house price in the capital is expensive, and the three entrance compound costs at least five thousand taels of silver. The down payment of 30% is 1500 taels of silver... Bah, why do I want to think about the house price when I go to a different world?

Xu Qian grinned.

Xu Pingzhi said with relief: "nian'er has read the books of sages and sages and is calm and reliable. At this time, he must still be running for us. When he comes back, give him a surprise. "

Bad... As soon as Xu Qi'an's face changed, he knew that Xu's new year's plan was short-sighted.

In the eyes of Er Shu and his aunt, Xu Er Lang is a determined, unsmiling, steady and reliable scholar.

"Ha ha ha, I promise new year, life is a free man, death is a rebellious ghost."

"Xu new year, brilliant, but heaven is unfair."

"If the sky doesn't give birth to me, I will make a new year's day, and it's like a long night..."

under the ginkgo tree, the scholar standing on the chair suddenly takes off his hair crown and discards it, shakes his head with force, and sends out his hair.

He's wild, he's wild, he puts his head in a loop, and then he sees his family with stiff expression and dull eyes.

I make a promise of new year's unrestrained love for freedom. I make a promise of new year's brilliance and injustice. Heaven doesn't give birth to me. I make a promise of new year's birthday. It's like a long night. Looking at my family who came back unexpectedly, I feel that I'm still a little late for death.