Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Chapter 33

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Putting away the Guqin with great care, before leaving, Qi Xian looked back at the plaque of the Chen Mansion for the last time, feeling a faint sense of melancholy in his heart.

It could be from loss, or it could be from nothingness.

This almost strange feeling is completely different from when the fog was cleared in the past.

In the past, every time he made a move to let the truth come to light, it was only for the word "happy". No matter how he participated in it, in the final analysis, he was just a cold-eyed bystander.

Other people's love, hatred, and hatred are his passing sighs.

This trip to Jinguan City made him feel that every part of his body was screaming tired from inside to outside, so tired that he wanted to stop walking and take a good rest.

"Your complexion is not very good." Wen Nianyuan looked at his slightly squinted eyes looking into nothingness, and couldn't help but remind him.

Hearing the words, Qi Xian gave him a sideways glance, she didn't say yes or no, she just said: "I have to go to the yamen."

Otherwise, maybe those three would have to "suicide in fear of crime" in prison.

Knowing that he would answer like this, Wen Nianyuan hesitated for a moment, but still wanted to ask: "Why do you always worry about this?"

Yes, he remembered that Qixian once said that finding out the truth is justice for the dead.But sometimes because the truth is so unbearable, maybe even the dead don't want this justice.

The young master of the Chen family fell to his death - how ridiculous, it is nothing more sensational than the young master of the Chen family being tortured and murdered by kidnappers, and it is more in line with people's expected answer.

If Chen Yingxiang was more narrow-minded, he would be happy to let the three people who kidnapped him go down to accompany him underground. Although such a conjecture is cruel, it may not be impossible.

After all, although Chen Yingxiang was not killed by Cui, Zhao, and Geng himself, it was also because of their kidnapping that indirectly caused his death.

For most people, Cui Youde, Geng Zhengxiang, and Zhao Ping are villains.

In the universal concept, when dealing with wicked people, even if they make trouble, they have already naturally stood on a "right" position, or in other words, a position that is understandable.

On the other hand, Qixian's actions this time are foolish and deviant behaviors in the eyes of everyone.

Wen Nianyuan doesn't care what Qixian wants to do, there is no doubt that no matter what Qixian wants to do, he will stand behind him.

But Wen Nianyuan wanted to know what he was thinking day and night, and wanted to know all the real emotions about this man.

"For you, what is so-called chivalry and justice?" Qixian didn't answer Wen Nianyuan's question directly, but asked in a leisurely manner.

He obviously didn't intend to get the answer from the other party, because before Wen Nianyuan answered, he had already continued on his own, "Is the so-called chivalry and justice just to protect the good people and help the weak?"

"No, it's not just like that. True chivalry and justice—" He looked up at the sky, which was high and boundless, "is to face the heinous people, and not to impose sins that he did not commit on him! "

The powerful words are still ringing in my ears, but the speaker has already moved forward.

This person... Even if he walks alone, he has never been so fearless and goes forward.

Chivalry and justice, in the eyes of Mr. Qixian, are things to do and things not to do; they are based on reason, not emotion.

Wen Nianyuan was dumb, his eyes were on the white clothes that were drifting away, but his mind couldn't help but think of the teachings his father taught him in the past.

"You have to remember that those who make big things don't care about small things. The rivers and lakes are a sea of ​​blood, and there is no need to care too much about right and wrong. Only with one eye open and one closed can you go further and stand higher."

They are indeed different.

The feeling of boiling blood began to surge again, crazy, excited, wanting to imprison people in his arms.

I want that mouth that always spits out annoying or shocking words to gasp, moan/groan, and beg for mercy; I want that face that always wears a mocking or meaningful smile The luster of the heart-beating desire/desire; I want those eyes that are always in the deep pool to be dim with tears and only look at him instinctively.

Wen Nianyuan knew he was crazy, but he was very happy to be crazy.

There is no time when he is more sober than at this moment, he knows that for a man like Qixian, if he only follows behind him for the rest of his life, he deserves to be followed for the rest of his life.

Might as well be a little more presumptuous, a little more aggressive, and a little more... strong.

Wen Nianyuan restrained the light in his eyes, and followed Qi Xian's footsteps.

The yamen servants at the gate of the yamen did not obstruct this time, because at this moment, their once-short-time ally Ning Xiumao was sitting leisurely in the lobby drinking tea.

The magistrate of Jinguan City sat opposite him, with a hint of respect on his face.

Ning Xiumao raised his eyelids and glanced at Qixian and Wen Nianyuan, continued to drink tea with his head down as if nothing had happened, and then said to the magistrate in a good-humored manner: "Cui Zhao and others kidnapped and blackmailed, negligently killed , should be strictly punished according to the law.”

"Brother Ning knows everything." Qixian smiled slightly, as if she wasn't surprised by his disappearance at all.

Ning Xiumao nodded, and continued to casually chat with the magistrate.

"The drought is severe. It is best for the victims of the disaster to see the rice grain allocated from above. Otherwise, it will arouse public resentment. Don't blame me for not reminding me."

The magistrate wiped the sweat off his forehead and said in a low voice, "You are right."

"Oh? Where is it?"

"It's everywhere!"

Ning Xiumao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Qixian remained calm, as if he was not curious about Ning Xiumao's identity at all, but instead looked at the man in official uniform, "Master Zhifu, the Chen family's box is half full of family assets..."

The magistrate's face turned green immediately, "I really didn't find this one! That Zhao guy is very hard-spoken. He probably let him finish his gambling. He has searched for pawnshops, banks, and gambling shops openly and secretly, but there is no trace."

He was afraid that others would think that the government had secretly embezzled the huge sum of money, so he hurriedly explained that he was overly courteous.

"It seems that neither you nor I can make this windfall." Qixian looked at Ning Xiumao, trying to find out from his expression, the whereabouts of this money, I'm afraid there is nowhere else to go, but... …

Ning Xiumao looked frank, "It's not in a hurry to get rich. It must appear when it's time to appear—for example, that elusive kid in your family."

The implication is that it may not be easy to find more things now, just because the time has not come.

Qixian smiled back, he had already done what he should do, and since Ning Xiumao intended to continue by himself, he had no intention of participating in more.

"I'm already seventeen." A blue shadow suddenly flashed behind Ning Xiumao, and a young man appeared behind him like a ghost.

The magistrate shivered and closed the tea bowl on himself.

Since then, Jinguan City has remained prosperous as before.

The wealthy Chen family has gradually disappeared from the mouths of the people of Jinguan City after all. The prominent Chen Ji Street in those days has long been occupied by various shops.

Chen Hongwei took his wife and children and the remaining half of the Chen family's assets, traveled incognito, and never returned to Jinguan City.

Cui Youde, Zhao Ping, and Geng Zhengxiang were sentenced to exile, and they left their hometowns and were dispatched all the way to the bitter cold places in the northwest.

The villagers of Di'an Village survived the most famine year with the support of the rice grain distributed by the imperial court, and it was another year of spring wheat.

The spring rain continued, and the vigorous demon removal operation also fell silent.

These are all things to say later, but at this moment, in the spooky inn outside Jinguan City, the always elegant and calm Mr. Qixian ignored his slightly embarrassed posture, and was looking at Wen Nianyuan who was behaving strangely in front of him with great interest.

"What kind of person do I like, what are you doing?"

"Answer me." There seemed to be two clusters of flames jumping and flickering in Wen Nianyuan's eyes.

Qixian thought for a while, then said slowly: "Zhao Fuyao——"

"She belongs to Ling Yuntian!" Wen Nianyuan's face was full of dark clouds, and he interrupted Qixian without any explanation, "You obviously don't like her."

Forced to helplessness by Wen Nianyuan, Qixian said another name casually, Wen Nianyuan's heart skipped a beat, he knew that person, it was a man.

There was a burst of joy in my heart, no, not because it was a man, but because such an answer might mean that Qi Xian might not care about men and women.

"Tell the truth!" Wen Nianyuan emphasized his tone, "You don't..."

"You know who I don't like again?" Qixian muttered a rare word, the interest had already faded away, and she was impatiently planning to leave, "Go away, who do you think I like!"

"I."

Wen Nianyuan asserted, staring at every subtle expression change on Qi Xian's face, afraid of missing any details.

Qi Xian was stunned, with a momentary surprise in his eyes, he looked at Wen Nianyuan intently, frowned slightly, as if seeing something strange, he said slowly after a long while, "Are you sick?"

Wen Nianyuan's heart sank, and he retorted coldly: "So you also care about whether people are sick or not, and I still think you regard the rules of this world as floating clouds."

Qixian couldn't help squinting her eyes, and carefully looked at the man in front of her who suddenly became a little strange, who was probably her half-brother in terms of blood relationship.

He said he... liked him?

Slowly, a bright smile appeared on Qi Xian's face.

Funny, so funny.

He was just about to say something, but unexpectedly, Wen Nianyuan's eyes darkened suddenly, he leaned forward to press him step by step, and grabbed him tightly without any explanation, and pressed down on him like a shadow covering the sky.

What captured the lips, the soft and moist touch made my mind go blank for a moment.