The hands are soft and hot, and this is not a dream.

Chunxiao's eyes rolled, and he saw that the young man's ears were slightly gray like his complexion, the flat and slightly open were very cute, and the tightly tied hair was black and shiny, without the slightest roughness, better than his own hair, Chunxiao was a little jealous.

The eye could only see here, for the young man buried his head in the back of her shoulders and neck.

The whole person was suppressed, she couldn't move, and she didn't want to move, it was rare for this young man to be so eager and enthusiastic, and when he moved, he thought he didn't want to, so he was shy and avoided.

Chunxiao's covered mouth couldn't help but bend up.

The room was silent, the twilight was dim, everything seemed to freeze, how long had it been? How long had it been? How long would it be, how long would it be, this little disciple wouldn't have fallen asleep, would he?

Didn't fall asleep, Chunxiao was excited, and there was a hot wetness spreading on his shoulders.

He cried.

People will cry with joy and reunite after a long absence..... They haven't reached this point yet, and they still have to be realistic and don't immerse themselves in dreams.

Chunxiao pulled his hand out of his side and pressed the young man's shoulder: "Xue Qing, what's wrong?"

The young man didn't speak, the hot tears were still soaking his shoulders, and Chunxiao's heart was beating wildly, not because of his ears and temples, his close body, and his wet clothes, but because the young man was crying.

When did he cry? Orphans and widows sent people to the fence all over the city to ridicule, but he did not cry, but made a bold promise to marry the champion again, and confronted the officials of the imperial court, he did not cry, but scolded with poetry.

He she knows well and knows is fearless, Chunxiao even believes that even if the sky falls, he will not panic or cry, why is he crying now?

"Xue Qing. Chunxiao shook vigorously to push away the young man on his body, "Xue Qing, what's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong? Inexplicably, she wanted to cry too, and tears poured out instantly.

The young man on his body was not pushed away, but hugged her tighter, buried his head deeper, and a muffled voice came: "It's okay, let me take a break, just take a break." ”

Chunxiao put his hand on his shoulder and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, let's rest." His hand patted the boy's shoulder.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

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The sound of reading on the street was interrupted by the chaotic footsteps, the squatting children fell to the ground, the crooked words drawn on the branches of the trees were trampled by the footsteps, and the old man who was standing against the door and listening to the lecture was pushed away.

"What are you doing?" said the Confucian Master, who was sitting in front of the hall and was speaking, angrily.

The young people in the hall also looked over, and when they saw the black armor guards pouring in, many of them stood up, some were surprised, some were wary, and some were thoughtful.

The black-armored guard led by him unfolded the book in his hand, and his eyes shrouded the young people in the hall: ".. Where are you all and what are you doing?"

"There's something wrong with you, you can't see it with your eyes, we're studying. Someone shouted.

The black armor guard's gaze fell on a red-robed young man, and the young man raised his eyebrows fearlessly.

"My lord, I don't know what's going on?" Zhang Liantang walked out and said, pointing to the Confucian master on the stage, and then to the panicked crowd outside the door, "We are students who are going to take the exam in this subject, we have rented a house here, invited our husband to study, and we have been here today, and the neighbors can testify." ”

"Which of you're one of your subordinates? Liang Qisheng? Do you need me to testify? Let him come to me. The Confucian master frowned and said unhappily, "I am his teacher." ”

The children and old men outside the door also spoke.

"I've been reading. ”

"We're all here watching. ”

It was noisy inside and out, and the black-armored guards did not scold or be ashamed, their intently gaze swept over the people present, and then pointed at the leader and sketched it on the book.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"How do you have our portraits?"

"Why do you keep our portraits privately?"

The young men rushed forward without fear and saw the document in the hand of the black guard, and immediately asked in surprise and anger, the leader of the black guard obviously did not answer this question, turned around and was about to leave, when there was a sound of hurried footsteps on the street outside the door, accompanied by shouts.

"Oh no, no, Mr. Qingxia is dead, Mr. Qingxia is dead!"

This is a shop guy, I don't know if he was frightened or ran too fast, his face was red, his ears were red, his wheezing was unsteady, he stumbled, and stumbled into the crowd.

"Mr. Qingxia, dead. He finally fell to the ground holding on to the door frame, using all his strength.

There is silence in the Zhizhi Hall.

"My day!"

Immediately, the bright voice exploded, and the Zhizhi Hall was boiling instantly, and the teenagers rushed out like crazy, and the black-armored guards standing at the door were knocked out of the way.

The sitting Confucian Master also stood up, his expression incredulous: "Mr. Qingxia, how is it possible!" The sage scroll in his hand fell without realizing it, and staggered outward, muttering to himself that it was impossible.

The crowd outside the door was also in chaos.

"Oh my God, Mr. Qingxia!"

Mr. Qingxia's name is known to everyone who reads all over the world, and most people who don't read also know it.

"Why are you dead? I haven't heard of being sick?"

"It's impossible to get sick, he'll still try the main exam!"

"Go check it out!"

For a while, the street was crowded with people, and under the leadership of the young people running wildly in front, it was like the Qiantang tide in August, and in the blink of an eye, only the black armor guards were left inside and outside the Zhizhi Hall, which looked a little lonely.

At this time, all the streets in the capital were like this, men, women and children were running around, those who opened shops did not care about closing, and the hawkers along the streets carried baskets and carried burdens.

"Mr. Qingxia?"

"It's jumping off the building!

"Oh my God!"

"Mr. Qingxia is dead! Mr. Qingxia is dead!"

The shouting crowd flocked to the stargazing tower from all directions, the noisy and noisy crying rushed to the sky, and the stargazing tower on the high top was crumbling, which made people a little frightened.

Qi Xiu, who was pacing indoors, stopped and slapped the table fiercely: "Don't take the body away quickly." ”

The entourage behind him whispered, "My lord, I can't take it away." ”

Are there any people who the Black Guards can't take away?

"My lord, there are too many people, and if you have to take them away, I'm afraid that you will hurt people. "Retinue.

Qi Xiu walked to the window to look down, the crowd of people came but there was a vacant piece in front of the star-gazing tower, like a high ground that the tide could not reach, and there seemed to be a red flower blooming on the high ground, and there was a person lying on it.

The man had been covered by the clothes that he had taken off, an old servant knelt on the side and touched his head to the ground in grief, several men who looked like doctors stood on the side holding the medical box, and several men waved their hands and shouted something beside them, while the others did not know who led the head and grabbed their arms one by one, enclosing the scene, and the people were like walls layer after layer, blocking the surging tide.

If you want to take away the corpse, you can only penetrate the human wall, and it is not difficult to penetrate the human wall if it is a human wall, but now.....

"It can't be a stumbling and falling!"

"No one has ever fallen down from the Star Tower!"

"Sir was killed!

"Who's it!!!"

Listening to the sound of rolling waves, Qi Xiu's face became even more ugly.

"My lord, now that the crowd is excited, don't act rashly. The attendant whispered, looking up with a little uneasiness in his eyes.

Qi Xiu slapped the window frame again and scolded his mother, how did it become like this?

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That's it, so that death is meaningful enough, and the unknown pathos in prison is heroic and shocking.

Since sooner or later it is death, it is more valuable to die to die.

In the midst of the crowd, a blue-robed man leaned against the corner, his expression was solemn, and his squinted eyes showed a little satisfaction, almost, rumors should also spread, so not to mention arresting Mr. Qingxia's students, even if he carried away Mr. Qingxia's corpse, it would immediately cause civil unrest.

The world's readers are going to be in chaos.

The blue-robed man straightened his turban and looked at the front of the building that was separated by the human wall, flicked his sleeves and turned around and walked away.

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"My mother!"

Song Yuan also blurted out and scolded his mother in the Qintan Mansion.

"Lord Qi... How's Lord Qi... Why did Mr. Qingxia die?"

Although Qi Xiu was not in front of him, in view of the awe of the civil officials and scholars, Song Yuan still did not directly scold Lord Qi for what to do.

"It's a problem. He said, looking at Qin Tangong, "It hasn't been tried yet, it's even worse than the result of that room review." ”

The trouble is not only this, the other officials present frowned, their expressions were gloomy, Mr. Qingxia is not an ordinary person, nor is he the kind of official Fang Lan, he is a great Confucian in the world, not to mention his classmates all over the world, his own students are also all over the world, and now he is the main exam, and the world's scholars pay attention, but he suddenly died, and he died in the place where he carried people.

You can imagine what kind of storm it will cause, not to mention that there are so many officials waiting to add fuel to the fire, this time we must bite off a piece of Qin Tangong's meat, ruthless, deadly....

This Qi Xiu! It's too unfavorable to do things!

"What did Qi Xiu say, who is he going to arrest now?" Qin Tan, who had been listening to them silently, said openly.

The person who came knelt down and looked up: "Lord Qi said that Mr. Qingxia should have seen something before he suddenly warned him with death, and at present, he is mainly investigating Mr. Qingxia's students, where are they at this moment, and what they were doing at the time of the incident." ”

"It's not okay to arrest people at this time. An official said.

Qin Tangong raised his hand and waved, and said, "As long as it is reasonable, there is nothing that cannot be caught." Looking at the person, "So, how is the investigation?"

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The windows on the stargazing tower were slammed shut, isolating the cries and hustle and bustle inside and outside, and the atmosphere inside seemed to be full, and Qi Xiu also let out a long breath.

"How's it going?" he asked, looking at the black-armored guard in front of him.

The black armor guard unfolded a long scroll in his hand, some of which included portraits, some of which only had names.

"We checked the four cities separately, regardless of the order of the eldest and youngest, there were 128 people in Beijing who had studied under Lin Yue and claimed to be students. ”

"At present, there is no doubt that there are 68 people, and the rest have been questioned, some of them have left Beijing before today, and some are not at home today, of which 20 people have left Beijing, and 23 of them have been traced in the capital, and other than that, they are unknown. ”

Qi Xiu looked at it with sharp eyes and stretched out his hand: "I will see this list of unknown whereabouts." ”

Hei Jiawei handed over the roster, and after pointing out the word Qing from Duan Shan, Qin Tangong arranged for someone to sort out Mr. Qingxia's personal contacts, and the time was in a hurry, and the portraits in this relationship were not complete and fine, but it could be regarded as handy at this time.

Qi Xiu took the glance and suddenly saw a name stop.

"This... Xue Qing of Chang'an Mansion, I don't know where to go?" he said, his eyes narrowed, and his finger pointed at it, and there was a portrait next to the name.

This is a portrait drawn by a special master of the Criminal Department, with simple lines, but the young man is delicate.

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Chunxiao raised his hand and stroked the cheek of the young man in front of him.

The young man moved back, wiped away the remaining tears with his fingers first, and said, "What a coincidence, I met you." He smiled slightly.

There were no lights in the house, the night was about to shroud, and they were already separated, no longer hugging each other, but they were still sitting very close, and Chunxiao could see the young man's face.

The residual tears have dried, the corners of the eyes have faded, the slightly gray face has a calm expression, with a smile, elegant and delicate, I haven't seen it for a long time, and I am still as polite as before.

Chunxiao said: "Xue Qing, it's okay, you can be sad for a while." ”

Xue Qing shook his head: "No." ”

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