After drinking a bowl of porridge indiscriminately, Fang Hongwen hurriedly went out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I chatted with the neighbors last night, I realized that my unsuccessful son had gone to provoke Chen Guolai's big shot. It doesn't matter if he was beaten by a big man, it also made Master Fuyi angry and hit him with 20 boards. The son has never suffered since he was a child, where can he withstand the power of the rod?

After Fang Hongwen heard about this, he couldn't wait to go over to visit his son overnight. It's just that it's getting late, and he doesn't dare to let the timid wife know that his son is injured, so he has to give up.

Wenchang Street was washed overnight in the spring breeze and spring rain, the air was fresh, and there was the fragrance of earth. The wet bluestone slab stepped on the white socks and cloth shoes of the scholars, and under the noise of calling friends and companions, Wenchang Street ushered in a new day.

There is a plaque hanging in the small house, on which is the word Fang family of his son Fang Hui's pen walking dragon and snake. This stubborn cow, if he didn't separate from himself, he wouldn't have to live in such a small house. Fang Hongwen knocked lightly on the wooden door a few times, but no one responded or opened the door. When I pushed it, the door was unlocked. He was a little panicked, could it be that there were thieves in the house?

He walked through the courtyard to the lobby and found his son and daughter-in-law lying on the ground. Fang Hongwen trembled and stretched his fingers under Fang Hui's nose, and he didn't feel any warm air exhaling for a long time. He trembled and fell to his knees, crying out desolate and sorrowful: "Son, my son......"

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"Young master, it's time to enter the palace."

The next person came to tell Chen Baichuan to get up, and according to the schedule, he had to go to the palace today to talk to those extremely careful ministers until it was dark. Chen Baichuan opened his eyes gently, I don't know if it was because the morning light was too bright, or if he slept a little last night, his eyes were a little stinging after they opened.

Probably not enough rest. I rushed to Fang's house last night, and after fighting with those few men in black, I had to clean up their bodies. And because Chen Baichuan felt that he had pulled Fang Hui's family into the water, he felt guilty and placed the bodies of Fang Hui and his wife. After finishing these things, it was close to the early hours of the morning.

Chen Baichuan soaked his whole face into the cool well water that had just been raised, and the whole person was a lot more sober. Daheng's courtiers are definitely not a commodity to be underestimated, if he dares to take lightly the group of veterans who have been up and down in the officialdom all their lives, it is estimated that only scum will be swallowed. The servant put breakfast on the stone table in the courtyard and waited for Chen Baichuan to clean it and eat it. Chen Baichuan likes to sit in the courtyard, early in the morning and at night.

While Chen Baichuan was eating, Steward Lu came up to "make a statement". He knew that Chen Baichuan had a good heart, and he was still trembling when he killed a chicken when he was a child. Although the little master has killed a lot of people in recent years, the kindness engraved in his bones still remains. He said comfortingly: "Little master, don't be too sad because of Fang Hui's matter. The little lord also did not want this to happen. The little master should cheer up, catch the murderer, and avenge Fang Hui. ”

Chen Baichuan stopped the chopsticks with a peanut clip, and replied to Lao Lu with a smile: "I may have been a little sad last night, but I woke up much better today." Lao Lu, if you inquire about this matter again, I'm afraid the enemy has more than that. Also, you check the news of this person in Lynch. ”

After all, it was a child who grew up watching from a young age, and Lao Lu had a sense of relief to see his children finally grow up, so he nodded and retreated to do things. Chen Baichuan quickly finished breakfast, dressed and sat in the sedan chair waiting at the door.

The sedan chair swayed, and he squinted his eyes to rest first. Before he could fall asleep, a cry rang out.

"Get out of the balance! Get out of the scale! ”

Chen Baichuan poked his head out and saw that the road in front of him was blocked by a group of people dressed as scholars. He motioned to the attendant next to the palanquin and asked him to ask about the situation. The attendant was tall and tall, and his voice was very loud.

"Stop, stop." The attendant's shout overshadowed the scholars' shouts in unison.

One of the scholars said, "Listen to what he has to say." The crowd felt that it should be so, so they did not speak again. When the attendant saw that they were quiet, he asked, "Why did you stop the sedan chair?" Do you know who is in the car? ”

"Isn't it Chen Baichuan who has bloody means on the sedan chair!"

"Tell your master to get out of Daheng!"

"Why did we stop the sedan chair? It's not because your master is mad! ”

"Full of femme fatales, empty of poetry!"

The scholar was babbling, and the attendants did not know what they were talking about, and they were sweating profusely. Chen Baichuan understood, he shook his head helplessly, asked the sedan chair man to put the sedan chair down, and called another attendant to go to Jingzhao Mansion.

He walked out of the sedan chair and said loudly: "Dozens of mouths of all of you are talking together, how can you answer the phone?" Choose one of you to speak with me. ”

When the scholars saw the appearance of the main master, they elected the most convincing person. The person was so popular that he strode in front of Chen Baichuan, he was not too impatient, and he was not like those people before, he said gracefully: "In Xialiu Lefeng, Your Excellency is Chen Baichuan, who is known as the poetry demon?" ”

Chen Baichuan saw that the person who came was polite, so naturally he would not lose his courtesy. He put on his signature smile - a warm smile like a spring breeze, but there was no forgiveness on his lips, he hugged his fists and replied: "I don't dare to take the word poetry and demon, Chen Baichuan is the next name." Liu Gongzi, I see that you are all literati, how can you do such an undignified thing as blocking a sedan chair on the street? Baichuan was puzzled. ”

Listening to Chen Baichuan talk about stopping the sedan chair, Liu Lefeng also blushed. Today he was also forced to do so, a large group of people shouted to avenge his classmates, and he couldn't leave it alone, so he had to follow them to stop the sedan chair. Although Liu Lefeng was ashamed, his momentum and demeanor did not fall behind, he said: "Last night, I waited for my friend Fang Hui to die violently at home, I heard that Your Excellency and Fang Hui had a dispute, I want to ask for an understanding under impulse, and please fulfill it." ”

"What, Fang Hui is dead?" Chen Baichuan pretended not to know about this and asked in surprise.

Liu Lefeng saw that his expression didn't seem to be acting, and asked again, "Your Excellency doesn't know about this?" ”

"I don't know until now."

Chen Baichuan decided to pretend not to know about the matter first, and then find a way to solve the matter. The most important thing at the moment is to go to the palace and talk about national affairs!

And Liu Lefeng shook his head, as if to say, since this is the case, I can only do this.

He beckoned to the group of scholars, who made way and the two old men were helped out. The old people saw a young man with clear eyebrows in front of the sedan chair, which was exactly the same as the description of the envoy Chen by others. They went crazy and shouted frantically from Chen Baichuan: "Give back my son's life!" ”

Both the attendant and the scholar intervened to block the two old men. Liu Lefeng persuaded him: "Uncle, aunt, don't be in a hurry, say something slowly." Chen Baichuan also ordered the attendants not to act rashly, so as not to hurt the old man who was almost crazy.

Fang Hongwen lost his usual benevolent appearance, pointed at Chen Baichuan with a solemn face and said, "It's you!" You must have killed my Jiahui'er! ”