Yuan Changli died of arsenic poisoning.

Later, the government sent a small jar of arsenic under the bed in his room, and in addition to this, there was also a book, which recorded in detail the flow and quantity of Fushou paste and the buyers in each province, but the names of the buyers were simply marked and there were no specific names. Zhao Zimai could only guess that the "eagle head" in the capital was He Hongsheng, because he had an eagle tattoo on his shoulder.

The rest of the Yuan family didn't seem to know what Yuan Changli had done, and when Master Yuan heard the news, he was shocked at first, and then cried bitterly. However, when he learned that Yuan Wei might have been killed by Yuan Changli, his attitude changed again.

He insisted on throwing Yuan Changli's body to a mass grave, even if his concubine Yuan Changli's biological mother was lying on the ground and begging, he did not change his mind.

But later, after coming to the Yamen, in front of Zhao Zimai and Cao Min, he was so sad that he couldn't help himself, and if it wasn't for the support and persuasion of others, he could hardly even say a sentence.

"Adults, I Yuan Daoqiao has no big ambitions in my life, and I think that my children can grow up safely. So I work hard every day to get up early and stay late, just to save more money, so that the children can have no worries about food and clothing, and settle down and start a business. However, why is it difficult to realize such a simple and ordinary wish, God is too cruel to me. ”

"I know that Changli has a grudge against me, but I don't completely ignore him, I have already set aside a part of the family property and am ready to hand it over to him on the day I return to the West. Yongsheng's business has deteriorated in the past few years, and he got a sum of money to find another way to make a living, which is much more secure than running a shop, and this kid doesn't understand my hard work. ”

"If he complains about my injustice, why can't he come at me? Why did you kill my Wei'er, Wei'er didn't know anything, how innocent she was. ”

Hearing him say this, Zhao Zi took a step forward and said softly with relief, "Judging from the existing evidence, it is not certain that Yuan Changli deliberately killed Yuan Wei, and the wooden harrier killed him, or it may not be that he instructed him, but Yuan Wei happened to bump into that evil thing." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Daoqiao's hand touching his chest slowly fell, and the expression on his face relaxed a little, "In this way, Chang Li is not completely heartless......

"He forgets his righteousness and harms countless people, if you look at it from this point of view, Yuan Changli is really a bad guy with no heart." Zhao Zimai interrupted Yuan Daoqiao's words, and leaned closer to him again, his tone did not fluctuate, but his expression was extremely solemn, "Master Yuan, I said this He hopes you don't get angry, if you know how many tragedies Fushou Paste has caused, you will also agree with my statement." It's just that I still don't know a little, how could a heartless person like Yuan Changli be willing to commit suicide? ”

"These people all carry poison with them, maybe he found out that he was targeted by the government, and he knew that he couldn't jump, so he committed suicide in fear of crime?" Cao Min expressed his opinion.

"Chang Li once called out Wei'er's name in his sleep, I heard it with my own ears when I passed by his room," After thinking for a moment, Yuan Daoqiao suddenly raised his head, his eyes mixed with grief and regret, setting off his originally kind face a little distorted, "and...... And the lights in his house were always on all night these days, and they were not extinguished until dawn. ”

***

Beneath the cliff is a large clear lake, the water of which is formed by the melting of the snow on the high mountains, and for thousands of years, the snow water seeps down the cracks in the rocks and flows into the lake in the purest and clear form.

The celestial river shimmered in the night sky, like a milky white ribbon pouring from the sky to the water, covering the blue lake with a shining robe.

At that time, it recalled, the lake was nowhere near that big, and it could be seen at the end at a glance, not much bigger than a pond. There were also many water insects growing on the edge of the lake, and at every turn they would bite several large bags on the face of the man in black straw sandals.

He didn't seem to care about that, though, and he focused on restraining its body, first the head, then the body and its massive wings, then its cocked tail.

Finally, he holds the brush in his hand and sketches out its clear yellow eyes.

"Finishing touches."

The man smiled, dipped the tip of his pen in a heavy crimson dye, and lit up its eyes.

At that moment, it saw it, saw the green mountains, saw the bright Milky Way, saw the sparkling lake, and saw the man in front of him dressed in black with a smile on his face.

"After three years, it's finally finished." The man laughed and clapped his hands, like a child with a new toy.

He quickly saddled it on its back, kicked his feet down, and flew off the ground.

They flew forward against the surface of the lake, farther and farther, higher and higher, over the strange rocky peaks, almost touching the moon like a jade plate in front of them.

But suddenly, a gust of wind swept over its head, and it was very strong, and it was mixed with fine pieces of gravel, which pressed on it, and it felt that its body had sunk several times at once, and its wings seemed to be glued, and it could no longer wave.

"What's wrong?"

The man's cold voice came from above his head, and his heart tightened for no reason, and before he could think about it, his body had already fallen down, carrying the man on his back.

Below is a craggy mountain rock, and it is not only itself that is shattered when it falls on it, but also the man on it. So, with all its might, it turned to the left, even though the right wing had already made the sound of wood breaking.

Eventually, its body rubbed against the sharp rocks, but its right wing was torn apart from its body by overexertion.

It fell quickly downward, plunged headlong into the lake, and struggled for a long time before resurfacing with the man.

It looked at him: fortunately, he was all four, not injured, but his clothes were soaked, sticking to his body, diluting the elegant and cold temperament on his body a little.

The man was also looking at it, looking at its mutilated wing, the look in his eyes that it could not understand, but it knew that he was not as full of joy as he was for the rest of his life.

After a long time, the man suddenly sighed heavily, and said three words in a slightly tired voice, "It's useless." ”

With that, he took his eyes off it, swam to the shore alone, and climbed up with the weeds on the rock wall.

He was gone, his shadow stretched long by the clear moonlight, melted into the wildly growing weeds, and covered its heart.

The wood harrier has no heart, but why does it feel so distressed?

It looked at him, and he didn't look back.