She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

On the gravel of the valley, the shade of the trees has not yet grown, and the tender green leaves are still new buds.

Hengzhi tore off a corner of his clothes and sat on a rock, casually wrapping his bleeding right hand. He bit the cloth and pulled it tight with his other hand, soaking the strip of cloth with the bright red color.

"Master." Yun Cong rushed over from a distance and quickly bowed when he saw him. "Is your hand okay?"

The young marquis didn't care about his injury at all, "Where's Chu Qingfang?"

"I have followed your instructions and helped her get rid of the pursuers and lead her to the lady in the city." Yun Cong was so tired that he ran back and forth just for this matter.

If it wasn't for the fact that it was not a good idea to make a fuss right now, I wouldn't have brought anyone else to make preparations today, and I wouldn't have to trouble Ah-yi. Heng-li held the lucky bag in his sleeve and breathed a sigh of relief with some helplessness.

Mrs. Chu's body was lying on a carriage not far away, waiting for the Chu family to take it away properly. Jiang Xu fled all the way and disappeared.

Chu Qingfang witnessed her mother die in front of her and was so frightened that it took a lot of effort to get her to sober up and escape.

The scent of incense from Guangyuan Temple still lingered in the air. When the monks were at their evening prayers, the birds in the forest gradually became silent.

The distant sound of bells echoed among the mountains.

Hengzhi was a calm and self-sustaining person. He had visited many temples and Taoist temples, but he did not believe in any of the thousands of gods in the world. If piety was useful, it would have worked when he knelt down to pray for his mother's health.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

But there is a saying that is very true: everything has cause and effect.

The bloody aura around him was too strong, but this was a made choice and he couldn't give up halfway.

Just after coming out of the temple, the kind-looking abbot took out a amulet and handed it to him.

Before I could refuse, the abbot said, "Whether you believe it or not, it is all a good fate. I have some fate with the donor. This lunch is a kind gesture from this poor monk. Take it and give it to someone who is still your dearest."

Fortunately, there was no blood during the fight, Hengzhi thought silently.

"Master, what happened today?" Yun Cong followed behind his master and asked hesitantly.

"What do you think?" He turned around and threw the question back to the person in front of him who had doubts.

The two walked side by side. Hengzhi circled with his finger and blew a long whistle to call back Taoxing who had just run away.

Taoxing, the pony, was extremely spoiled. Not only was he arrogant in front of people, he also called himself the king in his own stable. Although the long whistle was for him, as long as Taoxing found the way, Yuncong's horse would follow him back.

In the fight with that group of people just now, Hengzhi and Yuncong were both injured to varying degrees. It was really difficult for them to walk back without a mount.

Besides, it was getting dark and no one knew what would happen on this mountain road.

"You and Madam met in Dangshan before... During the fight, I clearly saw their clothes, which were indeed linen. I also verified it just now, and it was indeed the word 'Yi'." Yun Cong recalled and stated, "But why did they kill Madam Chu and Miss Chu?"

Hengzhi walked up to a corpse, raised his hand and pulled off the mask the corpse was wearing, "Take a look."

"This is it!" Yun Cong opened his eyes wide, somewhat incredulous, "This is Butler He!"

The man was already cold, and his figure was thinner than usual, but his face was definitely that of Butler He. He died under Yun Cong's knife, and Yun Cong still remembered how he stabbed the wound through.

But at that time I didn't realize that this was the person I had been following for more than half a month.

"You can't be blamed for this. You don't know Bei Tang." Heng Qi looked at the pattern on the mask. "The difference in body shape is a kind of medicine that is taken specially to conceal one's identity. This medicine is extremely harmful to the body and I have only heard of it in the martial arts world."

Butler He is obviously from Beitang.

Hengzhi thought of the dead bird that Ah-yi found in the tree pit on the day of the Spring Banquet, and he was suspicious of Butler He. However, Yun Cong had been following him for the past half month, and there was no major movement.

Until today, he wandered around the city aimlessly for most of the time, and then walked into Changqing Building.

There were spies all around, so Yun Cong was unable to get close to see who he had met. When he left, he did not look relieved, and returned to his mansion, never to come out again.

Then Yun Cong saw Mrs. Chu hurriedly taking Chu Qingfang out. He returned to the Marquis' Mansion and told Hengzhi what happened.

Mrs. Chu came to Guangyuan Temple, firstly to deposit her dowry and savings over the years in the name of Chu Qingfang, and secondly to ask the old monk of Guangyuan Temple to protect her daughter because she often came to burn incense.

When these words were spoken, Hengzhi was listening in the inner room of the old monk's Zen room.

Mrs. Chu probably knew something she shouldn't have known and realized that her life was in danger.

"Have you called the judge from the provincial government to come?" Heng Zhi asked.

"I've already notified them. They won't be slower than the people in the Chu Mansion."

It just so happened that Hengzhi also wanted to know these things that he shouldn't know.

Not long after, the two groups of people came together.

Hengzhi looked at the dust raised by the horses' hooves from afar. Chu Hui's carriage was in front, and the bells hanging on the four corners were ringing.

He almost fell off the car. He walked up to Hengzhi and didn't care about the hierarchy. He just asked stupidly, "My wife?" Before he finished speaking, his eyes were red.

Chu Hui's robe was stained with blood, and she stood quietly in front of Mrs. Chu's carriage.

The man just lay there, never to smile again.

Chu Hui couldn't say a word. She just looked at him, tears streaming down her face without her realizing it.

Life and death are so uncertain. Even if there is a lot more to say, there is no need to say it now.

Hengzhi walked over and patted the man in his 50s, "Join the army, I'm so sorry." Chu Hui didn't like Kezhou at first, it was desolate and barren. Every blade of grass and every tree was hard for him to accept. It was only after Jiang married him and they treated each other as equals that Chu Hui really kept her heart in Kezhou.

There was a knife wound on her neck the size of a palm, surrounded by dried blood, cruelly laying out the fact of death in front of Chu Hui.

"My wife went out today..." Chu Hui couldn't finish a few words before she choked up with sobs, "I haven't told her she's safe yet."

Amid Chu Hui's uncontrollable sobbing, the Tongpan and the provincial government guards rushed to Hengzhi to pay their respects.

"Young Marquis, please tell me, should I have these bodies brought back to the court first, or should I examine them on the spot?"

Yang Si was promoted by Heng Zhi himself, but he also worked hard and won the first place in the official assessment, so he was successfully transferred to the court. Now that all the case documents have been taken over by him, Heng Zhi has saved a lot of trouble.

"It's getting late, let's take him back for inspection." Heng Zhi turned his back to Chu Hui and signaled Yang Si with his eyes.

Yang Si was a smart man. He led his men to collect the bodies without asking any questions. "Yes, I understand."

Taoxing walked along, followed by Yuncong on his white horse, and finally found the way back.

"May I ask you, young marquis?" Chu Hui choked and was even afraid to ask, "My daughter Qing, Qing Fang..."

Chu Qingfang didn't ask for the amulet in the end. The old monk told her that judging from her face, she would have a rough life in the future, so it would be better for her to always have the Buddhist beads in her hand to hone her character.

But before I could take it away, this difficulty came knocking on my door.

Hengzhi took out the string of beads that Chu Qingfang had asked for and handed it to Chu Hui, "Don't worry, General. Your daughter has escaped and has now arrived in the city. She is not in danger of death."

Chu Hui nodded vigorously several times, "Okay, okay." Then he bent his knees and bowed deeply, "I heard on the way here that Madam and Qingfang encountered bad guys. If it weren't for the young marquis's help, I wouldn't have been able to stop Qingfang. I will never forget your life-saving grace!"

Heng Zhi did not stop this long bow. Although he failed to save Mrs. Chu, he still saved Chu Qingfang because of Mrs. Chu's dying plea.

Hengzhi is not a cold-blooded person. Even if he still has unsolved mysteries in his heart, the killing before his eyes cannot resist a mother's desire to protect her daughter.

Besides, Chu Qingfang knew nothing, so even if she died, it would be useless. Those people left halfway through the pursuit.

The targets have always been only Mrs. Chu and Jiang Xu.

"You're welcome. I'll go back to bandage my wounds first. It's dark and hard to travel, so take care." Hengzhi mounted the horse and looked like a cold statue against the backdrop of the gloomy and dark woods behind him.

The tone of this sentence is neither sad nor happy.

Chu Hui watched him ride away on his horse, with deep and heavy emotions in her eyes.
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The city is under curfew.

The night was filled with gusty winds, and the number of pedestrians suddenly decreased. The shops were preparing to close, and the lights gradually went out.

The festive red was taken off by Shui Changdong, and the lit white candles condensed a strong atmosphere of sadness.

Pingniang still couldn't survive this spring.

When the doctor came, he felt her pulse and said that Pingniang was already deficient in both qi and blood and could not continue. He used silver needles to prick her acupuncture points, which allowed her to regain consciousness and wake up for a while.

In order not to disturb the couple's final moments, A'ao and Mrs. Zhou stayed downstairs.

"It's true that good people don't live long." Mrs. Zhou was in a daze and murmured, "Her child is still so young."

Ah'ao also let out a long sigh.

Although Zhao Zhuo was not a good person, there was no such thing as a bad person. Ping Niang and her baby son had done nothing wrong.

The sufferings of the world have never bowed to accommodate people. No matter who you are, rich or poor, you cannot escape your destined fate.

Zhao Zhuo's shrill cry still made A'an's heart, which was already on edge, suddenly tighten.

Mrs. Zhou kept groaning while Zheng Da was silent and absent-minded.

"I'll go to the coffin shop and ask if there's any good wood available so I can order a good one for Pingniang." Ah'ao stood up, her voice low and helpless.

"Zhao Zhuo won't stand it." Mrs. Zhou raised her head and looked at Ah-yi with worry in her eyes, "We have helped him too much. He can't stand up straight any more."

Ah's expression did not change, her long eyebrows suddenly tightened, "This is not for him, but for Pingniang. If he accepts it, fine, but if he doesn't, just deduct it from his monthly salary." After a pause, she added, "He still has children to raise, and we still need someone to run errands."

If other people heard it, it would be the most harsh and cold-blooded words.

But both Mrs. Zhou and Zheng Da knew that several things were entangled in A'ao's mind like a tangled thread. Her mind was in a mess and she was suffering from a headache and fatigue at the moment.

"Go ahead and be careful on the road," Mrs. Zhou advised.

As soon as Ah'ao opened the door, she saw a figure running frantically on the empty street.

This figure looked so familiar that before A'ao could think of a name, the figure stopped for a few seconds and then ran straight towards her.

"Madam Xiaohou! Please save me, someone wants to kill me!"

Ah's eyes widened and her hands stopped moving.

It turned out to be Chu Qingfang.

Zhao Zhuo walked down the old wooden stairs behind him, holding Pingniang's body, step by step. He couldn't believe it for a moment when he heard Chu Qingfang crying in front of the door, crying and hugging the shopkeeper whom he regarded as his benefactor.

"Call...Call Madam Hou!"

(End of this chapter)