Chapter 27 Aftermath
“Bang!!!”
Qi Dachun's nine-foot-tall body knocked open the broken wooden door in an instant.
"Master, please!"
After knocking on the door, Dachun patted the dust on his body slowly.
If it weren't for that slightly wise look, he would indeed have the demeanor of a great master.
Zeng Anmin didn't answer and walked towards the house.
The hut facing the street is not big and doesn't even have a yard.
After entering, what comes into view is the kitchen of an ordinary person's house, which can only accommodate two people standing.
Above the stove fire, there is a black pot, exuding lingering fragrance.
Further inside, there are two cabins.
The small house on the left has a scholarly atmosphere and should be Zhang Lun's residence.
The cabin on the right...
"Big Spring!!"
As soon as Zeng Anmin's eyes came into contact with that room, his heart sank, and he said nothing with a gloomy face.
I saw a pair of worn black cloth shoes motionless in the hut.
The owner of the cloth shoes has been hanging from the beam for a long time.
"Yes."
Dachun naturally saw the scene in the house.
Take three steps and make two steps at a time to enter.
He jumped up with the body in his arms and separated the body from the hanging cloth rope.
After checking the body, Dachun raised his head, looked at Zeng Anmin and said:
"Master, he is dead."
Zeng Anmin's face was extremely ugly.
He pursed his lips and looked carefully at the unseemly corpse.
Hanged people generally have purple faces, slightly bulging eyeballs, and tongues hanging out of their lips.
There were severe strangulation marks between the necks.
After a long time, Zeng Anmin vomited three words:
"It's suicide."
All the marks on the body, as well as the door that was closed from the inside, indicated his identification.
Taking a deep breath, Zeng Anmin squatted down expressionlessly.
An old woman whom I just met the day before yesterday.
Goodbye today, he has been hanged at home.
A deep sense of powerlessness emerged in his heart.
He looked at the old woman's body, his thoughts drifting away.
The life of this old woman seemed to come to mind.
……
Her husband died early, and an old woman raised her son.
He put all his hopes on his son.
The son has lived up to his expectations and has been studying seriously since he was a child. He is extremely talented.
When he was just sixteen years old, he was admitted to the world-famous Shuidu Academy.
On the day he was admitted, my son rushed home excitedly.
Tell yourself that you must respect yourself well in the future.
That day, the old woman smiled.
That was the first time she smiled since her husband died.
She had not studied for a few years, so she did not know the status of Shudu Academy in the hearts of scholars.
But I saw my son's excited expression.
She was very happy and relieved.
She didn't feel tired, so she asked her master for more work.
She just thought that since her son entered the academy, he would need more money.
It's always worth the hard work.
That day.
The men from the Xuanjing Division came home with solemn expressions.
They said that their son was killed in the woods outside the college because of a few quarrels.
The old woman was at a loss when bad news fell from the sky.
But when she saw her son's body with her own eyes, she turned away subconsciously.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing was real.
Sure enough, some people said that there was another hidden reason for his son's death.
She suddenly remembered that her son had said that the dean of the college was the most respected person.
However, the dean...
She looked at her son's empty room.
Thinking of my son's lonely grave, I couldn't sleep.
She wanted to die.
But thinking about the injustice of her son's death, she gritted her teeth.
Lun'er, mother must ask someone to catch the real murderer.
Sudden.
Some people say that the real murderer of his son is dead.
Died one night. Killed by a warrior wearing a cat-shaped hood.
The old woman sat helplessly on the ground.
She cried, she smiled.
She looked at her son's empty room and stood up tremblingly.
Lun, mother is here to see you.
……
Zeng Anmin stood up slowly and looked around at the furnishings in the house.
"Pa-ta~"
He took a few steps and saw the black pot on the stove.
There is still a faint aroma of food on the pot lid.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the lid of the pot.
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Seeing the scene in the pot, Zeng Anmin trembled slightly.
I saw vaguely visible cat-shaped steamed buns arranged very neatly.
The figure of the old woman with a smile and clumsily squeezing the dough in her hands slowly appeared in his mind.
"Pa-ta~"
After a long time, Zeng Anmin put the lid on the pot.
He slowly raised his head.
The red and phoenix eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Master?"
Seeing Zeng Anmin's eyes, Qi Dachun was a little overwhelmed.
"Big Spring."
Zeng Anmin felt his eyes were a little astringent.
His voice was hoarse like two rusty iron swords clashing:
"Master, I will not go back to the academy."
……
Zeng Anmin buried the old woman and Zhang Lun together.
He stood in front of the tomb, looking at the "Yi Zi" in his hand
He saw the book from the desk in Zhang Lun's room.
This book is relatively new.
Almost every paragraph in the book is marked by Zhang Lun.
"Quan Fu, the annotation is based on my brother's understanding of the meaning of the text. I hope it will be useful to you, so that I can live up to your trust."
Seeing these words, Zeng Anmin couldn't hold back any longer.
He never expected it, it was just a word from the teacher.
Zhang Lun actually took it to heart and even made study materials for himself when he returned home.
"Brother Tongyu, aunt, have a good trip."
Zeng Anmin pursed his lips and put the annotated "Yi Zi" into his arms.
……
Governor's Palace.
No bathing today.
Zeng Shilin was writing in his study.
These days, my father has been in good spirits, and he also inquired about the batch of funds on Tong'an Street.
The Ministry of Accounts has received the order and has started allocating money. It won't be long before the money arrives.
The Langhao pen in my father's hand was like a dragon and a snake, and he drew vigorous and powerful calligraphy on the rice paper in front of the case.
"Master."
Qi Bo's back was hunched, with a solemn look on his face:
"The murderer has not been found."
Zeng Shilin paused his hand lightly, then raised his head expressionlessly:
"If you can't find it, you can't find it. A prince of the royal family shouldn't go through such trouble."
"Yes."
Qi Bo's body is lower.
"I don't want to talk about official business today."
Zeng Shilin looked at the pen and ink on his desk with a trace of satisfaction on his face.
"Master, it's time to eat."
A gentle voice sounded, and Aunt Lin walked into the study dressed in light green.
She held Huzi in her arms, and her face showed concern for her father.
Huzi blinked his big cute eyes, looked at his father, and stretched out his little hand:
"Grandpa hugs!"
"Haha."
When Dad heard Huzi's voice, his face showed a smile, and he reached out to take Huzi:
"Let's eat together."
Huzi twisted a few times in his father's arms, his round little mouth pouted, and he said dissatisfied:
“Grandpa is not as comfortable as my mother’s hug.”
Aunt Lin lowered her head.
Dad has long been immune to Huzi's messy names.
He just smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and gently scratched Huzi's little nose:
"Brat."
"Well..."
Huzi's face was not very happy, and looked a little depressed. After thinking for a long time, he said aggrievedly:
"I miss daddy."
(End of chapter)