Under the scorching sun, a sparrow landed on the bridge and gently pecked at a bloody human eye.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth seemed to be shaking.

The sparrow flew away.

"His! Mother!'s!"

A column of soldiers stepped forward, led by an angry strong man wearing armor.

"Why! Why is it another murder?! Why does it have to be at this time!!! Ah!!!"

The strong man beat his chest and stamped his feet, hysterical!

Just three days! This is already the fourth case!

The Shiqiao Blood Shadow Gang assassinated one person! Five people died!

The Blood Shadow Gang in Paintbrush Lane was wiped out as one clan! Nearly two hundred people died!

The case of beheading at Yuelai Inn was the first! One person died!

Now it’s Shiqiao again!

Why!

It happened to be on the eve of the Hongque Poetry Recital! It happened to be the eve of the Hongque Poetry Recital that the county magistrate had warned and warned that nothing could go wrong!

Oh my god! What are you doing! Are you doing something right with me?!

I will retire and return to my hometown in a few years. Can't you just let me spend the last time of my reign in peace?!

…

Wait until the commander has finished venting.

A soldier surveyed the scene and shouted: "Report to the commander! Three people are dead! Unidentified!"

"Grandma!" the soldier said through gritted teeth, "take these short-lived ghosts to Yizhuang first! We'll talk about it after the Hongque Poetry Meeting!"

"yes!"

Several soldiers simply pieced together the three corpses, then wrapped them in white cloth and carried them away.

Several more soldiers came carrying buckets and brooms.

As soon as the water flushed and the broom swept away, the sin of bloodshed on the streets was washed away; the shiny bluestone bricks reflected a dazzling light...

Under the scorching sun, a sparrow landed on the bridge and gently pecked at the scraps of meat on the ground.

The number of pedestrians gradually increased, and as they walked past the bodies of Hong Que and the other three, the street returned to its former liveliness and peace.

Until the red sun sets in the west.

An anonymous letter was submitted to the Chang'an County Government Office.

The county government official opened the letter and read softly: "A murder occurred in Shiqiao Street, Chang'an County today. Three people died. The deceased are..."

Halfway through reading, the master seemed to have witnessed something extremely terrifying, and his expression suddenly changed drastically!

The county magistrate frowned slightly: "Another murder case? Who is the deceased?"

"Go back...back to the county master..." The master couldn't stop shaking and was speechless for a long time.

"Tsk!" The county magistrate impatiently took the letter from the master's hand and read to himself, "The names of the dead are written by Hongque..."

The county magistrate rolled his eyes and fainted.

"grown ups!"

The master hurriedly stepped forward to pinch the county magistrate's man and rescued him.

The county magistrate trembled with his legs and said tremblingly: "Is this letter... real or fake?"

The master looked solemn: "I will send someone to investigate immediately."

"What if..." the county magistrate swallowed, "if he really was from Hongque Academy and died mysteriously in our Chang'an County..."

Hongque Academy is furious!

The Kyushu literary world is furious!

Emperor Da Lu was furious!

"Pinch me after you find out!"

So the county magistrate rolled his eyes and fainted again...

At midnight, Liu Kongqiao, the dean of Chang'an Academy, ran into the Chang'an County government office in a panic.

The county magistrate almost cried, holding on to his last glimmer of hope: "Dean Liu! Are these really three gentlemen from Hongque Academy?"

Liu Kongqiao sighed and nodded heavily.

His hope was shattered, and the magistrate's legs went weak. The master hurriedly supported him from behind: "Sir! Don't faint first!"

Liu Kongqiao said: "Show me the letter first."

Master offered it with both hands.

Liu Kongqiao took the letter and browsed it through it. When he read it to the end, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded in his head!

The last sentence in the letter: The murderer is Li Wuqi from Shiniu Town, Changning County.

Li Wuqi?!

Descendants of Poetry?!

Seeing Liu Kongqiao stunned for a long time, the county magistrate said anxiously: "Dean Liu! How can we remedy this matter? Should we arrest the murderer named Li Wuqi first?"

After pondering for a moment, Liu Kongqiao said: "That Li Wuqi may not be the real murderer. After all, the origin of this letter is unknown and cannot be fully trusted."

The master said: "But at least I have to cross-examine him."

"That's fine." Liu Kongqiao nodded lightly.

But at the same time, I kept thinking about it.

If the murderer is really Li Wuqi, what should we do?

On one side are the descendants of Shixian from Dongjun, and on the other side are Hongque Academy in Kyushu...

…

Yuelai Inn.

Su Hongyu stood outside the door, while Dongmei was holding the food.

"Dad." Su Hongyu's beautiful eyes turned red and she choked, "You should at least have something to eat...Now that my brother is in an unexpected situation, if you don't show mercy and be patient, what will happen to my mother and I if something unexpected happens again?"

Are you living a good life?"

But after waiting for a long time, Su Qingxiao inside the door just sighed as if no one else was watching: "Why is it my prodigal son... the only bloodline of my Su family... why is it not my father who died..."

Su Hongyu kept wiping her tears.

Dongmei said distressedly: "Miss, you have worked hard today. Let me help you go back to your room to rest. I will bring you food later."

Su Hongyu felt exhausted mentally and physically, so she was supported back to the room by Dongmei.

Dongmei helped her onto the bed, wiped her face, hands and feet, covered her with a quilt, and murmured: "Miss! It's not worth it to be sad for that white-eyed wolf! It's not worth it to be sad for the master! You have to look clearly around you.

Among these people, which ones are really good to you, and which ones regard you as dispensable... Also, don't always be afraid of this or that, everyone is here to walk in this world.

Well, let yourself be happy first..."

Hongyu sighed softly and said: "Dongmei, you can go and deliver the meal again later. It will definitely not work if Daddy doesn't eat all the time..."

"I know! Miss, don't worry about others all the time, take care of yourself first..."

…

In the empty room, Su Qingxiao sat on the edge of the bed in despair, muttering: "Why is it my wanderer..."

"My condolences to Mr. Su."

Shen Jiao stood at the door and bowed deeply to Su Qingxiao.

Su Qingxiao's expression suddenly changed, and she held herself up and stumbled towards Shen Jiao: "Shen Jiao! Why! Why is my prodigal son dead, but you are fine?!"

Shen Jiao turned aside and said calmly: "Mr. Su, it is useless to talk about the past. The most urgent task now is how to deal with that Li Wuqi."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Su Qingxiao fell into the air and fell to the ground, smiling bitterly: "Li Wuqi... Li Wuqi... What's the point of mentioning Li Wuqi now? Even if Cut him into pieces with thousands of knives, bruise his bones and spread ashes, and my son Bailang will never come back..."

Shen Jiao asked: "Could it be that Master Su's death was in vain?"

Su Qingxiao sneered and said: "It's ridiculous! Shen Jiao! You, an outsider, are more attentive than me! Tell me, what are your plans? What do you want to take away from me, an old man in his dying years?"

Shen Jiao stopped beating around the bush and said directly: "This junior wants to join the Hongque Poetry Society, and please ask the head of the Su family to lead the way for this junior."

Su Qingxiao laughed and said: "Sure enough! If there is no benefit, don't get up early!"

Shen Jiao knelt down on one knee and saluted: "Mr. Su, please do it!"
To be continued...