Huo Roufeng thought that Su Qian would take her back to the academy, so they parted ways, but the truth was beyond her expectations.

Maybe Shen Qingyan didn't want Huang Xianjun and Huo Jiu to be together, so he pressed a hand on Huang Xianjun's neck and asked him to go with him to see the mountain chief.

Huang Xianjun cried with a sad face, and begged Huo Roufeng: "Huo Jiu, you go with me, I don't dare." ”

Huo Roufeng understood, she had heard that students who were not good at homework were afraid to see the teacher, let alone the mountain chief.

Huang Xianjun and Lu Yu are not good at homework.

Huo Roufeng understands them very well, her homework in her previous life was not good, and a few companions could only be worse than her in order not to embarrass the princess, she blamed herself very much for this, but whenever she wanted to study hard, there would always be some fun and interesting things waiting for her.

In this life, although she has never been to the school, when she studied with Master Zhang, she also worked very hard, but she didn't have much time to go to class.

The mountain of Shude Academy is about fifty years old, which is the old pedant in Huo Roufeng's imagination, and Huang Xianjun whispered in her ear: "Shi Yun is his student." ”

Huo Roufeng remembered that Shi Yun was a Shujishi, and he was still in the Hanlin Academy, and his brother Shi Yuan was the long history of the Eldest Princess Fangyi's Mansion.

Su Qian was respectful to the mountain chief, called him "sir", and asked him a few questions about learning, and the mountain chief seemed to appreciate him very much, and explained it in detail, as if he were his most proud student.

Huo Roufeng remembered that Su Qian had no fame and had not participated in the imperial examination, he was King Qing's companion, and he went to school in the palace when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Huo Roufeng lowered his voice and asked Huang Xianjun: "Has the mountain chief ever taught the prince?" ”

Huang Xianjun shook his head: "The mountain chief has never entered the office, how can he teach the prince?" ”

Huo Roufeng listened carefully to the conversation between the mountain chief and Su Qian, they were only talking about academic matters, and did not mention King Qing.

At this time, the mountain chief's eyes looked at Huang Xianjun and Huo Roufeng who were standing aside, there were many students in the academy, and he couldn't name them one by one, but a poor student like Huang Xianjun, who was very popular, he couldn't know the old man or not.

So he regarded Huo Roufeng, who was standing next to Huang Xianjun, as a student in the academy.

With a gentle smile, he asked, "You two didn't go to class, but you still have questions?" ”

Huang Xianjun hurriedly looked at Shen Qingyan, who was hard-pulled by Shen Qingyan.

Shen Qingyan glared at him, changed his smile to what he thought was modest, and said to the mountain chief: "He is my cousin, I brought him here, the child is naughty, let him listen to your teachings, and he will also have a long insight." ”

Huang Xianjun shrank his neck and made a obedient appearance, and the mountain chief brushed his beard and his head, as if he was very satisfied with Shen Qingyan's words.

Next, no one paid attention to the two children anymore, and when Su Qian and Shen Qingyan remembered the two of them again, they found that Huang Xianjun was still standing there obediently, but Huo Jiu had disappeared.

Su Qian's brows frowned slightly, and the scene of Huo Jiu cat bending his waist and quietly slipping out from behind them appeared in front of him.

In front of the mountain chief, he didn't want to ask too much, just when he saw the mountain chief's eyes tired, the three of them said goodbye together, and when they came out of the mountain chief's house, they found that Huo Jiu's little servant Zhang Xuan was still standing under the porch.

"Where's your ninth master?" Su Qian asked.

Zhang Xuan was respectful: "If you reply to you, my ninth master has gone to the official room." ”

Since it's going to the official room, let's wait, I didn't expect this to be a lot of work.

Huang Xianjun's eyes lit up, and he said to Zhang Xuan: "Go, come with me to see your ninth master, don't fall into the toilet and can't get out." ”

When he said this, he suddenly remembered something, he had known Huo Jiu for so long, and it seemed that it was the first time he went to the toilet with Huo Jiu.

The two walked in a hurry, turned through a small door, and saw that there was the official room in front of them, Zhang Xuan lowered his voice and said to Huang Xianjun: "Uncle Huang, I won't tell you, my ninth master has left, and he asked the little one to stay and talk to you." ”

Huang Xianjun stomped his feet angrily, what does it mean to stay and talk to him, it is clearly to let Zhang Xuan drag Su Qian, so as not to be stopped again after walking a short distance.

Now it's okay, even he was dragged along with him.

Huo Roufeng was already on her way to Bookstore Street.

This area has been under martial law, and there is no sedan chair to pull her feet, so she ran all the way to the bookstore street.

Sure enough, as Su Qian said, there were people from Shuntianfu who were checking on the road, and when they saw a man passing by, they had to stop and search her, but fortunately, she was just a child, and no one noticed her.

Shupu Street is not far from Gongyuan Front Street, and she arrived in less than half a burnt incense.

She had expected chaos on the street of the bookstore, but by the time she arrived, the brocade guard had already left.

The name of the bookstore street is incredible, most of the shops here are selling books and selling pen, ink, paper and inkstone, although it is not prosperous on weekdays, but people come and go, it is very lively.

But today it is deserted, standing on the street, you can see the end of the street at a glance, most of the shops are closed, some have not closed, and the guys are also on the door panels, ready to close.

Huo Roufeng hurriedly walked over and asked the guy who was closing: "I heard that someone is coming to arrest someone, may I ask which shop is the accident?" ”

When the guy saw that she was very young, he decided that it was a bear child from a family who came to see the excitement, and pointed forward angrily: "Ge Ji, don't go over, you will die." ”

With that, he slammed the door shut and bolted it from the inside.

Huo Roufeng followed the direction he pointed to find the Ge Ji bookstore, the door of the bookstore was affixed with the seal of the brocade guard, and several street sweepers were carrying buckets to wash the blood stains on the ground.

Huo Roufeng stood there in a daze, the scene kept flashing in her mind, a person pretended to fall, and at the moment when his body staggered, he knocked down the bamboo pole leaning in front of the door, when the bamboo pole fell, it did not attract anyone's attention, but at the moment when the bamboo pole fell to the ground, he hooked the bamboo pole with his toes, and then the bamboo pole with one end sharpened flew out, and the person in front didn't even have time to go back to see it, and it was penetrated through the chest.

The street sweeper and slave poured two buckets of water, but the blood had seeped into the green bricks, leaving a patch of red.

Looking at this blood mark, Huo Roufeng seemed to see the scene of blood gushing out of the bamboo pole, it was too clear, all this was like what she had seen with her own eyes.

How could she have seen it?

In her previous life, although she had followed her mother to fight in the north and south, she was well protected, how could she let her see such a murderous scene when she was young?

In this life, she grew up in an environment that is even more impossible to see.

But when she heard Huang Xianjun say roughly, she could clearly imagine it, even down to every movement of that person.

The scene flashed over and over again in her mind like a marquee, and the blood flowing from the bamboo pole gradually spread, as if there was no end, blurring her vision.

When she looked back, the street in front of her seemed to be wrapped in this blood-red, and she could even smell a strong smell of blood.

She stumbled a little, and held on to a big tree by the side of the road, so that she did not fall, but the smell of blood was still on the end of her nose, and she could not breathe, and she crouched under the tree and vomited heavily.