The emperor asked Qiao Heng to visit Liu Zhengfeng's son.

Although Qiao Heng was consecrated, due to the disagreement between the emperor and the cabinet on the treatment of the Liu family's annihilation, the matter had to be carried out in a low-key manner.

The horse's hooves slowly stepped on the bluestone slab, and the crisp sound echoed in the not particularly wide lane, and if another carriage came in the opposite direction, I am afraid that it would be impassable. The residents who live in the neighborhood live in a wealthy family, although they are not luxurious.

On both sides of the street is a row of black tile walls, occasionally with shy flowers and green bamboos poking out of the wall slightly, a beautiful group.

The carriage stopped in front of a closed gate.

After a while, Qiao Heng stepped down from the carriage. The little yellow door sent by the emperor supported him on the side.

The guard in his regular clothes stepped forward to knock on the door, and the door was opened, and he flashed his waist sign through the crack in the door, and the people inside the door opened the door completely.

Qiao Heng was wearing a snow-blue brocade shirt with jade pendants around his waist, standing calmly beside the carriage, looking like an official from a family had come out with the guards to visit relatives and friends.

The gatekeeper inside the door closed the door tightly as soon as all three of them entered.

Here, Qiao Heng met the orphan of the Liu family.

It was a young man who looked slightly younger than Lin Pingzhi's body, and he was born extremely white.

When Qiao Heng saw him, the other party was sitting in the room, staring at the blank wall opposite, stunned.

A waiter stepped up to the young man and whispered something to him, and the other man realized that someone had come in the room.

He does what the waiter says.

The young man knelt on the ground and glanced at the minister in front of him, who was said to represent the Holy One and had come to visit him. His face hung his head in a pale face, and he couldn't hear what the other man was saying.

When the waiter helped him up, he was at a loss for what to do.

After Qiao Heng came out of the room, he asked, "He has always been like this?"

The person he questioned had been taking care of the young man in this courtyard for a long time, and he said: "Don't blame me, my lord, Liu Gongzi was frightened when he suffered a disaster at home, and he was afraid of being born tight during the day, and he didn't like to talk and laugh with others, so he couldn't hear him say a few words at the end of the day." I often have nightmares at night, and once I am caught in a nightmare, it takes three or five small guys to suppress it. ”

Qiao Heng bowed his head, indicating that he understood.

"I'll talk to him alone," he said. ”

The waiter respectfully said yes.

Qiao Heng walked into the room again.

"Liu Qin. "Liu Qin is the name of Liu Zhengfeng's son.

The young man stood up as if he was frightened, he looked at Qiao Heng and said carefully: "My lord?"

Tired of standing and talking, Qiao Heng sat directly on another rose chair in the room, and then said in reverse: "Sit, let's talk slowly." ”

Liu Qin's heart was sad, he lowered his head timidly and numbly thought, what can "we" talk about?

Talking about how the Songshan faction killed the Liu family back then? Or how his father had a good relationship with the elders of the Demon Sect? Over the past few days, he has said these words countless times to the people in the court, and if you want to hear it, he just said it.

However, what he heard was: "What are Liu Gongzi's plans in the future?"

He looked up at the other man, and then he struck at the pair of dark eyes full of seriousness.

It was the first time in a long time that someone had asked him that question.

Liu Qin's heart was chaotic, and she didn't know what to say.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he no longer has the so-called "future". And how can they blame them, not only do others think so, but even he himself doesn't think that he has no "future" to speak of?

Yes, the other party has no idea what he has done "good deeds." "If I knew, I probably wouldn't have asked that.

Qiao Heng didn't persuade Liu Qin to let go of the past, nor did he ask him if he was doing well here. These words are meaningless, so don't mention them.

"Before I came, the saint had asked me to take good care of the son of General Liu. ”

When Liu Qin heard Qiao Heng mention his father, his whole body froze. Then his lips began to tremble, and his fists clenched.

Qiao Heng said: "I have been thinking about it for a long time, Liu Gongzi is not familiar with the life of Shuntianfu, and he is introverted by nature, if I leave today, Liu Gongzi will probably only be silent when he encounters any troubles on weekdays, which will lose his original intention of taking care of him." If Liu Gongzi doesn't dislike it, why don't you live with me for a while, and wait until you are familiar with Shuntian Mansion, and then make another plan?"

Liu Qin has never been a tough person, he knows that this person is probably an important member of the court, although the other party is asking what he means, but he doesn't dare to refuse the other party at all.

His lips opened and he said, "Okay, everything is up to you." ”

Watchman Kim has something to do in his heart.

He always remembered the name that the girl had shouted before she left a few days ago.

Lin Pingzhi.

For the impression of the name "Lin Pingzhi", he only stayed in the identity of "Fuwei Dart Bureau Young Dart Head", and Mr. Storyteller said that it was precisely because he killed the son of the head of the Qingcheng faction that he caused the disaster of the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

He didn't know anything else.

He didn't know the age of the other party, he didn't know how beautiful or ugly the other party was, and he didn't know how high or low the other party's martial arts were.

is such a person who can almost be said to be a complete stranger, and he actually got in touch with his brother.

In the eyes of those who don't know, a literati like Brother Ah shouldn't have anything to do with the people of the rivers and lakes, but Jin Ji doesn't think so. Because he knew that under the cover of his brother's thin and thin figure, the other party actually possessed a martial art that could be called amazing.

If you want to say that Brother Ah has nothing to do with the people in the rivers and lakes, he is the first to believe it.

During the day, after he finished practicing, he went to the restaurant where the storyteller stayed. Ordering a few plates of side dishes, listening to the storytellers rambling on and about some of the books and gossip in the countryside, it was a pity that he listened to the miscellaneous messages, but he never heard what he wanted to know most about the Fuwei Dart Game.

After days on end, he knew it wasn't going to work.

He called Xiao Er to settle the bill, and before leaving, his eyes crossed over the guests at the tables with sharp weapons that were obviously from the rivers and lakes.

Shuntianfu is the capital of a dynasty, Wufu Minkang, and there are three religions and nine streams in the inn.

He knew very well that if he wanted to inquire about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, it was better to ask the people of the rivers and lakes directly than to wait for the rabbit at Mr. Storyteller. But if you really want to talk about it, he really doesn't have much experience in dealing with Jianghu people.

He is most familiar with the poor people who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, followed by the literati and scholars, wealthy businessmen and gentry he comes into contact with by his brother's side.

As for the Jianghu people, the last time he dealt with the Jianghu people behind his brother's back, it was when he secretly found someone to touch his bones, and he spent money for it!

really made him arrogant and went directly to someone to ask for information about the Fuwei Dart Bureau, but he didn't dare. He was also afraid of causing trouble to his brother.

When Kim returned home again with nothing, Qiao Heng was already at home.

Brother came back early today. He said in his heart.

The other party was holding a book, and the jade-colored paper reflected the whiter fingers on the page. Who would have thought that this pair of hands that should be holding a book and a pen at a glance, and can also hold a sword and carry a knife, and many sharp weapons in the rivers and lakes are in his hands, and they are all played with by him at will like childish playthings.

He had never seen a man more beautiful than the man in the courtyard who sat on the stone bench.

Even if it is silent, there is something else to be done.

At this time, the red sun has not yet fallen, although there is an ancient acacia tree in the courtyard to shade it, but the outdoor is not as good as the indoor after all, and reading a book here hurts the eyes. Kim once persuaded him, but Brother still went his own way.

Qiao Heng never knew the truth of this eye care.

It's just that he found that the body he had used in his last few lives had broken down faster and faster. Whether he patiently maintains these eyes, or spoils them recklessly, if he really wants to be blind, he will never be able to stop them. Now that he is blind, he doesn't even care, how can he care about such a trivial matter as reducing his eyesight and blurred vision.

Kim didn't know any of these things.

He's just a little weird.

If Brother Ah was such a book-loving person, he would have understood, but the problem is that Brother Ah is obviously not this kind of person.

In their spare time, other literati listened to operas and music, or met friends for a drink, or traveled to the mountains and rivers. At most, my brother fiddled with the flowers and plants at home, held the moon book, laid paper and practiced calligraphy, and in addition, he did carving.

However, no matter what Brother does, he can't see in him the usual state of fulfillment and satisfaction that ordinary people have when they do what they like.

Or rather, so far, Brother doesn't seem to have anything to love. can look at his daily words and deeds, and he seems to love this, which is the most contradictory and strange place.

Qiao Heng naturally noticed that Jin Ji was back, and he didn't ask the other party much where he went.

Young people of this age always have a little privacy of their own.

He didn't look at Watchman, but just tapped his fingers on the table as he read the book. A plate of freshly washed fruit was placed on the stone table, and Kim was motioned to come over and eat.

Jin Ji stepped forward with a grin, and was about to pick up a fruit and throw it into his mouth, Qiao Heng said, "There is a guest at home, and he will probably stay here for a while." Just now I asked the little guy to take him around the house, and I think it's almost over, you can meet and get to know each other. ”

Kim listened with confusion.

He explained: "His family has suffered hardships, and he was slaughtered by the Jianghu people, and the Holy God asked me to take care of him more, and you probably spend more time with him than me on weekdays, so I won't hide this from you, you have to get along well." ”

The words "slaughtered by the Jianghu people" were like a sharp sword piercing Jin Ji's mind, and he subconsciously said: "He is Lin Pingzhi?!"

As soon as he said this, Qiao Heng looked at him with some surprise: "Why do you think he is Lin Pingzhi?"

Kim was a little embarrassed.

Qiao Heng said: "His surname is Liu, and his single name is a celery character. And his father was a man of the rivers and lakes who washed his hands in a golden basin before his death, and he was a general who was sealed by the DPRK and China. ”

Kim nodded repeatedly. When he heard that his father used to be a Jianghu person, his heart moved.

It was at this moment that he saw a strange young man coming from the verandah.

The person who came was dressed in white, and there was no decoration on the clothes, and even the style was simple and simple to the point of being old. That's a little bit special.

Nowadays, there are few young talents who like to wear white clothes and dress pretty, but there are few such plain ones, and they may be considered filial piety clothes when they look at it from a distance. Jin Ji thought about it, maybe this dress really has a bit of filial piety.

Jin Ji greeted him: "This is Liu Gongzi, right?"

Compared with the bright smile on Jin Watchman's face, Liu Qin just nodded without saying a word.

There seemed to be an indissoluble worry between his eyebrows and eyes, and even his steps were heavy.

He raised his eyelashes and glanced at Qiao Heng, who was sitting on the stone bench, and lowered his eyes again.