Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Chapter 12

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A piece of incense ash fell down, the green smoke scattered, and the three sticks of incense were extinguished without a sound.

Liang Jun's palm that was originally resting on Rui Ji's tombstone trembled slightly, and he grasped the rough tombstone tightly. The veins on the back of his hand were exposed, but his face was pure shock and anger, "You, what are you talking about! Me and Rui Ji Girls know each other, love each other deeply, how could they harm him!"

"Miss Ruiji's soul is not far away, Mr. Liang, it's better to be more cautious when speaking." Qi Xian ignored the enraged Liang Jun, and only looked at the extinguished three sticks of incense as if thinking, The voice was sinister, as if there was something lingering nearby.

Noticing the incense that had been extinguished for no reason, Mr. Liang turned pale, and unobtrusively removed his hand from Rui Ji's tombstone, hung it by his side, and pinched the corner of his clothes.

Ye Leiting glanced at Wen Nianyuan, Wen Nianyuan put his hand back into his sleeve calmly, as if he had done nothing just now, the fragrance was definitely blown out by the wind.

"Did you know why he and Mr. Liang came here?" Ye Leiting was also at a loss when faced with this incident. Wasn't the murderer Gao Rusong? Why did Mr. Qixian suddenly...Seeing that Wen Nianyuan didn't look surprised at all, he couldn't help it Voice transmission into secret.

Wen Nianyuan shook his head, looking intently at Mr. Qixian's back, "There must be a reason for what he wants to do."

On the other side, Liang Jun's expression was slumped, and he smiled wryly, "Hero, Xiaosheng knows that you are all omnipotent people, if you insist on doing something, I am afraid that Xiaosheng will have no room to resist, but you are so red-mouthed and white-toothed that I kill people." , forgive Xiaosheng for not being able to agree."

Qixian turned her head quietly and glanced at Liang Jun, who saw Liang Jun's hair stand on end, but had no choice but to fight hard.

The thin figure of the scholar stood by the mound, probably because of his poor family since he was a child, he looked very thin and lonely, coupled with his expression of pain and reddish eyes, it made people feel more compassionate.

At the same time, it also makes people believe that it is impossible for such a person who has no power to restrain a chicken and has been taught by the court to study sage books for years, it is impossible to do such a vicious thing.

Reaching out his hand to pull out the three incense sticks, took the torch and lit them again, Qi Xian said flatly: "Yes, I was joking."

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Mr. Liang breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and with an indifferent smile, he inserted the incense back again, "I think Miss Ruiji is on the way to Huangquan, thinking of Mr. Liang's infatuation, she can't bear to reincarnate. , on the Naihe Bridge, waiting for a hundred years to meet you."

When the wind blows from the ground, the remaining smoke curls around Mr. Liang's body three times, and the few incense sticks are extinguished again.

Mr. Liang's eyes fluttered, evidently frightened, he lost his composure and took three steps back, forced a smile and said: "The sage has something to say, but the child's silence is strange, and Miss Ruiji, even if she really knows it, she must only hope that Xiaosheng will die in the future." Title on the Gold List."

Then, ignoring the surprised eyes of Young Master Qixian, Ye Leiting and others, he said quickly: "Yes, Xiaosheng hasn't studied the book today, so I can't let you down, I can't let you down, the heroes are free, I'm leaving first."

In the end, I didn't have time to call myself "Xiaosheng" or "My humble person", and I was about to leave in a hurry.

Wen Nianyuan looked at Qixian, saw him shaking his head slightly, so he just stood and watched the embarrassed and down-and-out scholar take three steps and two steps away. .

Liang Jun was so absorbed in biting his lips and hurrying on the road, he didn't dare to look back at those inexplicable men. He walked for some time, thinking that he had finally got rid of all the troubles, but suddenly there was a clear sound of the ghostly man in white in his ears. A man's voice.

"Mr. Liang, since Miss Ruiji died at the hands of Gao Rusong, why did she leave a suicide note saying that she admired nobles and princes?"

"Ah!" He exclaimed subconsciously, and turned his head around nervously to look around, but there was nothing around him, except for the unchanging scenery, where was anyone?

His face immediately became paler, without a trace of blood, he looked more like a ghost than a ghost, thinking of the incense that had been extinguished for no reason and the strange wind, his whole heart jumped out of shock, and his eyes were blurred.

Damn!

The hatred in my heart was as long as a sweeping river tide, and it began to rise violently, bit by bit, overflowing the guilt, and slowly filling the whole heart.

Frightened to the extreme, Liang Jun calmed down instead, a stern look flashed across his face that no one else had ever seen before, his eyes were still red, but it was no longer because of grief.

Clenching his fists tightly, he looked at his hands, which were the hands of a typical hard-working student. Although he didn't do farm work, he held a pen and wrote all year round, and his fingers were calloused.

It is said that God rewards hard work, Liang Jun thinks he is also quite talented, he is full of economics and knowledge, and he doesn't care about any of those dudes from rich families, they are just embroidered pillows with empty bellies It's useless.

He, Mr. Liang, is a real talent. In the future, he will be able to stand at the highest place in the temple, one person will be under one man and will be above ten thousand people. That woman...that woman...damn it!

It was Gao Rusong who killed her and had nothing to do with him.suicide note?What kind of suicide note, maybe it was something Gao Rusong fabricated to deceive people.

Rui Ji had already been buried, Gao Rusong asked him to behead him, saying that he was the murderer, did he have evidence?If they have evidence, they don't need to pretend to intimidate him. He is clearly innocent, and he is still waiting for a high-ranking official and a generous salary, hehehehe.

Liang Jun looked at his hands, laughed, solemnly brushed off the plaster on his body, paced squarely, and began to walk as usual.

There are more and more pedestrians on the road, "Hey, isn't this brother Liang, where did you come back from?"

A group of young people dressed as scholars met Liang Jun head-on. The leader smiled and greeted Liang Jun with a drawn out voice.

"Brother Qian." Liang Jun cupped his hands in salute, "The weather is good today, so as not to disappoint the good times, going out for a walk is also what the sages mean by 'bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, singing and returning home'."

The scholar surnamed Qian exchanged glances with his companions behind him, and warmly climbed up to Mr. Liang, "Brother Liang still has a taste for elegance. In this way, Brother Liang must have a good poem. Why don't you recite it and let us Stained with talent, huh?"

"Brothers, please be polite." A trace of disgust flashed across Liang Jun's brows, and he spoke modestly, but was surrounded by the crowd but couldn't shirk it away, so he had no choice but to think for a while, chant a poem, and read it on the spot.

"Good poems, good poems! Brother Liang is really talented. It's a pity, a pity, that he failed in this subject. It's because the people who graded the papers have no eyes." Several people praised him one after another.

When Mr. Liang heard them mention the failure of the imperial examination, his face darkened, and he did not relax until he heard the phrase "with eyes but no eyes". Thinking of the things still in his heart, he bowed his hands and said goodbye to them.

Several people tugged and pulled, and finally let go.

Liang Jun continued to walk, recalling the poems he had written just now, and felt that they were indeed not bad. Just as he was thinking, a few words from afar floated into his ears with the wind.

"Will you be Cao Zijian or Li Taibai..."

"...Seeing that Tian'er's eyes are higher than the top, he doesn't look at the things he makes, and every sentence is full of makeup, like a woman."

"It's not that... narrow horizons, great ambitions and few talents, a poor family... who doesn't know... using money from a brothel girl to rush for the exam..."

Can't see how ugly his face is, Liang Jun only knows that every part of his soul is angry, he looks down on him, why should he look down on him.

This group of people are all short-sighted, what do they know!

This scene brought back bad memories for Mr. Liang. He didn't want to remember, but he couldn't forget. On the day the list was announced, he was also ridiculed and demoted to nothing.

He never believes that those people on the list can do better articles than him!Powder gas?Fat powder gas fat powder gas fat powder gas...

Liang Jun lowered his head, quickened his pace, hurried forward without saying a word, and bumped into the fireworks alley.

On the other side, Wen Nianyuan and his party were obviously much more relaxed.

"That scholar really killed Rui Niang? He really doesn't understand martial arts at all. Even though Rui Niang is a weak woman, it's not something he can easily kill." Ye Leiting said suspiciously.

Young Master Qixian stared straight at Rui Ji's grave, and said meaningfully: "It's taboo to underestimate the enemy."

He lightly brushed the place on Shanruiji's tombstone that Mr. Liang touched just now, as if wiping away something dirty, and re-lit the three sticks of incense that had a rough fate.

"He...does he know Rui Niang?" Looking at Mr. Qixian who moved gently and focused his gaze, Ye Leiting was deeply puzzled.

Wen Nianyuan shook his head, "He is gentle to the dead."

"Huh? Why not a living person?"

"Because there isn't one." Leaving such an inexplicable sentence, Wen Nianyuan ignored Ye Leiting and turned to look at that person, "Where are you going?"

The other party folded his hands leisurely, "Look at the oiran."

With just this sentence, Wen Nianyuan once again stood in front of the gate of Hongxiu Pavilion, watching Qi Xian leisurely walk into the pile of rouge and fragrant babies in front of him, everything is like a reincarnation, where it starts and ends .

It didn't rain that day, and he didn't know where he threw the bamboo bone umbrella. The mother of Hongxiu Pavilion was still full of spring breeze, and greeted her sweetly, "Young masters, which girls are you looking for? Our Bi Yun Biyu..."

"Where is your oiran lady here?" Wen Nianyuan himself felt a strange sense of fate when he said these words.

The madam was stunned for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on her face, "Bi Xiao has a guest now... wait a minute, master, I'll go and call her." Somehow, the madam suddenly changed her tune.

"No need, let's go up by ourselves."