Ink Burns

Chapter 45 The Dying Fish
As Duan spoke, his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and his eyes were dazed and vague, like a dying fish that was dragged ashore.

Miss Wang Er tugged at the corner of Shanyue's clothes: Although she is a father, she is also afraid of lunatics.

Now this Duan obviously looks abnormal, very abnormal: Which dying fish is talking so much?
Shanyue reached out and pressed Miss Wang Er, signaling her to stay calm.

"In the 'Qingfeng', there are five strict levels, divided into gold, black, crimson, indigo, and blue. The superiors of each line control ten to dozens of subordinates. For example, Lord Liu is crimson, and our Cheng family is indigo. He also has thirteen indigo families in his hands. I will tell you which ones they are when I have the chance."

The more Duan spoke, the whiter her lips became.

Huangqi cried, "Madam, please stop talking and lie down."

Duan waved her hands and looked at Huangqi with a confused look: "Were you trying to crawl over to save me just now? I heard your voice - thank you, I want to marry you to a 70-80 year old coffin head, do you blame me?"

She didn't need Huangqi's reply: "It's normal for you to blame me. You've done a lot of dirty work with me. A good girl has owed a lot of debts. Don't worry, I will help you pay them off."

The more Miss Wang Er listened, the more she felt something was wrong: there was something wrong with this dead fish, as if it would voluntarily jump into the frying pan in the next moment.

Duan patted the back of Huangqi's hand and turned to He Shanyue weakly: "Where were we talking about just now? Oh, the 'Qingfeng' is five colors, and the rules are strict. You need to complete one hundred posts of the same color to be able to apply for a promotion to the next level. But if you can skip the level and complete the posts of the previous color level, you can directly offset thirty posts of the same color. Once you successfully enter the 'jiang' level, 'Qingfeng' can give you two choices. One is to be promoted to Beijing, and the other is to be given an official title. If you are already an official below the fourth rank, there are also two choices to choose from. One is to be promoted half a level on the spot, such as from the fourth rank to the fourth rank, and the other is to go to Beijing to be a Beijing official."

What a tempting rule.

Promotion and wealth are just a few posts away.

"How do we enter Qing Feng?" Shan Yue asked in a low voice, "Can anyone enter if they are from Nanzhili?"

Duan was like hearing a huge joke: "Nanzhili is a land of fish and rice, rich and vast, with many families and densely populated. If anyone can enter, then what is valuable?"

He made a "three" gesture and said, "There are three conditions for entering the 'Qingfeng'. One is recommendation by predecessors, two is personal excellence, and three is coincidence. The Cheng family was originally just a rural doctor. They changed their family status by saving the eldest son, and they got the opportunity to serve Fu Shoushan by marrying me. With the opportunity of Fu Shoushan, they entered the 'Qingfeng'. They started from the 'Qing' and it took them seven years to be promoted to the 'Indigo'. They got the 'Crimson' colored post two months ago, and it requires you."

"He is honest and good-looking, smart and intelligent, but also docile and cowardly. He is good at painting and has a humble background. He is invisible and will die suddenly without anyone to find him."

Duan pointed at Shanyue weakly, "They need a girl like Shadow, who is honest and gentle, but good at painting and can show it off. She has a humble background but needs to have something to hold over her. If she dies, no one will help her."

"But the conditions are contradictory. Each one can be understood individually, but when put together, it is difficult to find a candidate - how can a girl who looks like a shadow be so beautiful? How can a girl who is good at calligraphy and painting be of a lowly family? How can a girl who has read books and has some knowledge be easily manipulated? After searching for a long time, at least in the entire Songjiang Prefecture, you are the most suitable person."

Shan Yue’s interest in “Qing Feng” was far less than that group of demons that night.

"That night at Fushou Mountain, were all the people there high-level 'Qingfeng'?" Shanyue asked in a low voice.

Duan held up her eyelids and looked up at Shanyue: "Did any of your relatives die in that fire?"

Shan Yue avoided the question. Duan smiled bitterly: "You can tell me, I won't have a chance to report you."

Shan Yue's icy face, which had never been shown to anyone in the Cheng family, looked at Duan coldly: "I know. At the mourning hall, Cheng Xinghe did not pin the death of Master Cheng on me, so he had already thought of sacrificing you; the news of Master Cheng's death has been circulating for so many days, but no one from the Liu Mansion came to pay their respects, which shows that Master Liu is not deeply in love with you, and he didn't even plan to support you."

As for Uncle Cheng Qi, who wanted to have a Guan Gong tattoo on himself, he made a lot of excuses and acted very fair and just, but he drank a lot at the funeral of his nephew whose cause of death was unknown. What does this mean? It means that how his nephew died is not important to him at all. What is important is that the Cheng family must continue to develop and that the helmsman of the Cheng family in Songjiang Prefecture must not forget his roots.

Oh, they are all bitches.

Duan, who was abandoned by her son, husband and lover at the same time, had only one thing in mind: death since she entered the stable.

As for the illusory mother's family, Shan Yue showed a hint of sneer on her face: How can a girl's mother's family be a good thing if they can be tolerated by their superiors to play tricks on them?
Shan Yue saw through it, and Duan also understood it.

The cup of poison her son handed her was the final blow that made her lose all hope.

Shan Yue's eyes remained calm, but his voice became lowered: "Tell me, who were there on the night of the Fushou Mountain fire? I will ensure your survival."

Duan leaned against the wall, half-smiled, and put on an ugly expression: "But I don't want to live anymore."

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been revealed so completely like pouring water from a teapot.

Shanyue's eyes dropped, and with his hands on his knees, he stood up suddenly, grabbed Duan's collar, and slapped her loudly in the face with great speed!

"There are all kinds of people in this world who want to survive by chewing tree bark and drinking urine, who want to survive by selling their children and themselves, who want to survive by scraping bones and cutting off arms after being poisoned - do you not want to live anymore?"

Shan Yue laughed loudly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "At this point, you didn't even dare to use your strength in the last blow. No wonder your husband beat you, your son killed you, and your lover cheated on you. You deserve to live a miserable life without a home!"

Shanyue loosened his hand, took out a jade-white double-handled gourd bottle from his arms, poured out a round dark brown pill, and pinched Duan's jaw accurately!

"This pill is the Nine-turn Heartbreak Pill, which is given by brothels to prostitutes who have violated taboos."

"If you eat it, you will die suddenly that night, your liver and intestines will be torn apart, your skin will burst, and you will bleed from all seven orifices until you die."

Shanyue held on very firmly with one hand, ignoring Duan's sobs, and even pushed away Huangqi who was crawling forward, crying and begging Shanyue to spare her life!

　The next chapter will come a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)