Shocking Mountain Moon

Chapter 47 Tragedy
It was hot, so we had to stop playing Cuju after a while.

There is a place for washing in Yun Garden. Girls don't want to bathe outside. After sweating, they still need to wash their faces and change clothes.

This was Qiu Heng’s first time here, and Feng Caixing accompanied her throughout the whole trip.

After changing clothes and going out, Feng Caixing took Qiu Heng to walk under the shade of the tree: "Ah Heng, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired. I just played for a short while."

"Then I'll take you around so you can get familiar with Yun Garden."

"it is good."

The two walked slowly. The treetops blocked the sun and the breeze blew gently, which made them feel quite comfortable for a moment.

"That's Yunyuan. If we were at home, we would have to stay indoors on such a hot day." Feng Caixing raised his head slightly to feel the breeze. "Ah Heng, you are good at making incense and playing Cuju. How come you are so good!"

The fourteen-year-old girl started to talk more: "You were kidnapped by the spies that day. Weren't you afraid? Did your cousin thank you properly?..."

Qiu Heng looked at the person blocking the road ahead and frowned slightly.

Feng Caixing followed her line of sight and his expression changed drastically: "It's you! What are you going to do?"

This playboy deliberately hit Ah Heng with a ball on the Dragon Boat Festival, luckily Xue Huangcheng was there.

Cui Er approached and raised his eyebrows to the girl who looked like she was facing a great enemy: "I don't eat people. I want to talk to Miss Qiu Liu."

Feng Caixing stopped in front of Qiu Heng and said, "You bullied Ah Heng on purpose to vent your anger for Han Ziheng. Now Han Ziheng is finished, you won't cause trouble for Ah Heng on his behalf, will you?"

Cui Er was just trying to find an excuse when he was reminded, "Yes, I just want to ask Miss Qiu Liu a few questions for Han Ziheng. Han Ziheng and I have been friends since we were young, so what's wrong with asking a few questions for a friend?"

But he couldn't let anyone know that he proposed to Qiu Liu but was rejected, that would be too embarrassing.

Qiu Heng pulled Feng Caixing and said, "Then I'll talk to him."

"Ah Heng, this kind of person does things without any rules--" Feng Caixing reminded in a low voice.

"It's okay. There are people everywhere. It would be bad if he continued to yell like that."

Feng Caixing thought it made sense and stepped aside.

"What does Mr. Cui want to talk to me about?" Qiu Heng asked after standing under the tree.

Looking at the calm girl, Cui Er became angry: "Qiu Liu, why did you reject my family's proposal?"

Qiu Heng was stunned.

She really thought that this playboy came for Han Ziheng, and thought that this man was quite loyal, but she didn't expect that he came for this.

"Why don't you speak?"

The girl, who was being stared at closely by Cui Er, showed an indescribable expression: "For important matters of marriage, we should listen to the elders. Doesn't Mr. Cui Er know this?"

Cui Er sneered: "Your grandfather would look down on my family? It must be you who doesn't want to!"

Seeing that he was so direct, Qiu Heng didn't hesitate to say, "Yes, I don't want to."

"Why? Are you attracted to that Ling Shizi?"

Qiu Heng clenched her fists and asked with a smile, "Why did the Cui family come to my house to propose marriage? Could it be that the Second Master Cui likes me?"

Cui Er jumped up as if he was bitten by a snake: "You, you, you, don't talk nonsense!"

His heart was beating fast, he felt embarrassed about having his thoughts discovered, and also angry with Qiu Heng.

Qiu Heng knew that Cui Er would not admit it, and she had something to say: "I don't want to, and Master Cui Er doesn't want to either. Isn't it just right that the marriage didn't take place?"

Cui Er was suddenly at a loss for words.

"If Mr. Cui has finished speaking, then I will leave. I don't want to keep my friends waiting too long."

Cui Er had a cold face as he watched Qiu Heng walk towards Feng Caixing, then he kicked the tree trunk.

The branches shook, and a few birds flew away in fright, leaving bird droppings in front of Cui Er.

Cui Er: "..." Feng Caixing pulled Qiu Heng back, and did not forget to quickly look back at Cui Er, and cursed in a low voice: "What a jerk. Ah Heng, I suddenly realized that Han Ziheng's misfortune has nothing to do with you. How dare you come to trouble you!"

"Take your anger out on me."

"Yeah, that's how they are." Feng Caixing immediately accepted this reason.

After what Cui Er did, they lost interest in continuing to stroll around. After saying goodbye to Princess Rongning, the two of them got on the carriage of the Marquis of Changchun's Mansion.

"When the weather gets cooler, there will be many competitions. Ah Heng, you must participate."

"it is good."

The carriage first went in the direction of the Yongqing Marquis's Mansion. Feng Caixing was lively and talked non-stop all the way until a burst of urgent gong sounds were heard outside.

"Why is it so noisy?" Feng Caixing lifted the car window curtain and looked out, and hurriedly pulled Qiuheng's sleeve, "Heng, look quickly, someone is throwing paper money everywhere!"

By chance, the wind blew and a piece of paper fluttered and fell near the carriage.

"Huh, it doesn't look like burning paper." Feng Caixing became curious and ordered the maid to pick up the paper that fell on the ground and have a look.

It was a piece of ordinary hemp paper with many words written on it, and the handwriting was a bit messy.

"I am Wang Ping from Fengzhou. The bastard Yuan Chenghai stole my first wife and occupied my ancestral grave... I had no one to turn to, so I went to Beijing to file a complaint. Unexpectedly, the officials protected me and forced me to this point..."

As Feng Caixing read, his expression changed and he looked at Qiu Heng.

Qiu Heng's face also looked unhappy, and she leaned over to look out the window.

Is this Wang Ping with Tao Da and the others?
"Ah Heng, is the person riding the chestnut horse Yuan, Yuan Chenghai?" Feng Caixing, who was squeezed by the car window with Qiu Heng, asked in a low voice.

"It was him. He was stabbed on the street that day, causing a traffic jam. I was riding in a car with my grandmother." Qiu Heng said, trying to look forward.

There were a lot of people in front, some were there to watch the fun, and there were also many guards protecting Yuan Chenghai from all sides.

After spreading the hemp paper with accusations written on it, the man banged the gong hard to block Yuan Chenghai's way. Seeing a team of guards coming aggressively, he raised his hand and threw the gong away.

Qiu Heng's heart sank and he had a bad feeling.

"Who are you? How dare you slander—" The leading guard hadn't finished speaking when he saw the man pull out a dagger and immediately reached for the sword at his waist, "Protect the lord!"

The man stabbed the dagger into his abdomen and stared at Yuan Chenghai who was sitting on the horse amidst screams.

"Yuan thief, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

He slowly fell to the ground, looking at the clear sky with wide eyes.

The ground in the capital was flat, hot and hard, but he only felt cold, his body was cold and his heart was even colder. The high and bright sky also became gray in his eyes.

My hometown is still the best, with colorful flowers, green willows, lush grass and singing birds.

It's Haruhi...

The man gradually lost his breath.

Amid the clamor, Yuan Chenghai looked extremely unhappy: "Go and collect all the hemp paper he scattered!"

One by one, the guards walked towards the onlookers, shouting at them to hand over the hemp paper they had picked up. Those who were afraid of getting into trouble quickly handed over the paper, while the brave ones hid the hemp paper and quietly left in the chaos.

Feng Caixing saw with his own eyes the man's tragic death, motionless like a clay sculpture.

"Cai Xing, are you okay?" Qiu Heng asked softly.

"No, it's okay." Feng Caixing came back to his senses, subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes, and felt a wetness on his hand.

Her eyes fell on the hemp paper that she had just placed casually, and she suddenly picked it up and stuffed it into her sleeve.

The little girl, who had never seen such a tragic scene, had a pounding heart and looked at Qiu Heng nervously: "Ah Heng, we can't leave it to them, right?"

There was also a hint of moisture in Qiu Heng's eyes.

"Correct."

(End of this chapter)