Zhao Rucheng's family is superior, and he bought a house near the Taoist courtyard to live in, with more than a dozen servants serving and living, and he is not often in the dormitory. Du Yehu, once he gets drunk, he can't get rid of it in a moment.

Therefore, after Jiang Wang returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the noisy dormitory on weekdays.

After closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the innermost bed on the left side of the dormitory.

The bed was a neatly folded futon made of the same material as the bedding of the rest of the dormitory. There was no one on the bed at the moment, and it would never be again.

This is Fang Pengju's bed. His family is wealthy, but he never twists and trivialities, drinks and eats with everyone, and is never picky.

The bed opposite Fang Pengju was empty, and there was a lot of luggage piled on it.

The beds on both sides are arranged separately in this way, with three on one side.

The second bed on the left side next to Fang Peng's bed was the most messy one in the dormitory. The futon is piled up haphazardly, and the scattered clothes are just decorations, and if you smell it carefully, you can smell the aroma of wine. If you look down at the bottom of the bed, you can see neat and dense wine jars. Compared to the environment in which the bed owner lived, these jars were clearly well cared for.

The first bed on the left side was by the door, so it was Ling He's bed - he was always in charge of opening and closing the door for everyone. There are still a few inconspicuous patches on the bedding, but the pulp is very clean.

The first bed on the right hand side was Jiang Wang's, and his futon was between Ling He. Despite not coming back for a long time, the beds were tidy and apparently cleaned regularly. Maybe it's Ling He, maybe it's Zhao Rucheng...... Maybe it's Fang Pengju,

The second bed on the right side next to Jiang Wang belongs to Zhao Rucheng, his bed is unique in the entire dormitory, the bedding and sheets are all high-end goods of Yun Xiangzhai, and the small dormitory bed has a tent embroidered with gold thread. It is a world of difference from the Du Yehu on the other side.

People who are not familiar with him may think that Zhao Rucheng is difficult to get along with, but in fact, it is just that his living standards are too high. Even if you only come to the dormitory occasionally, you should be as gorgeous and comfortable as possible. He even spent a lot of money to transform the entire dormitory into a top-notch guest room - if it weren't for Jiang Wang beating him up.

From the age of fourteen to the outside gate of the Taoist Academy until now, Jiang Wang has spent three years in this dormitory. Every detail in the room was all too familiar to him.

Things are people, not everything.

Jiang Wang was silent for a while, then took off his shoes and socks, took off his coat, and lay down on his bed.

He was tired and tired, but it was only at this moment that he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

A wake-up float, a dream to the sky.

The entire Maple Forest City is boxy and neatly planned. The City Lord's Mansion is in the center, radiating from all directions. The east city is the territory of the Taoist Academy, and the wealthy and noble rooms are in the west of the city. Most of the people living in the southern city were civilians, while the wealthy merchants basically gathered in the northern part of the city.

Seeing Jiang Wang walk out of the dean's quiet room safely, Ling He left the courtyard alone with Fang Pengju's corpse.

When Fang Pengju was alive, he responded to every call, and he had many friends, but when he died, everyone was disgusted.

He acted vilely and viciously, and deserved to be rejected by men.

Ling He didn't feel wronged by him, but he still felt a little heartache.

He wrapped Fang Pengju's body with his coat, which was old but cleanly washed.

For his footsteps, it was not too far to walk from the east of the city to the west of the city, and the road to the Fang family's mansion was also very familiar. But Ling He walked very slowly and with heavy steps.

He was reluctant.

He was the oldest, and he should have taken care of his four brothers-in-law, but he didn't.

He still remembers the scene of the five people marrying on the bank of the Green Willow River, and remembers the bright smiles of each of the five brothers.

The Luliu River is a tributary of the Qing River, which runs around Niutou Mountain, and the water in the river is very clear. It can reflect a young face, and a young heart. That year, they fought with swords, that year they toasted together, countless times they learned martial arts, and countless nights talked with candles.

They agreed to ascend to the inner courtyard together, to be immortal together, and to be transcendent together. Those memories, those ...... Conventions.

Ling He never imagined that five people with such like-minded and deep feelings would have a day when brothers turned against each other and faced each other in life and death.

How is this possible?

He thought.

He couldn't figure it out, but he held Fang Peng's cold corpse and finally walked to the door of the Fang Mansion.

"What for?" asked the porter, stopping him.

The mansion of the Fang Mansion is very high, high on the top.

"Oh. Ling He hugged Fang Pengju's corpse and bowed his head slightly to say hello, "Fang Pengju has passed away, I will send his corpse back and bury it in your mansion." ”

If there is no one to collect the burial, the body will be dragged by the government to the mass grave for unified disposal. It was the favorite place for the Left Dao demons, and it was difficult to be at peace after death.

But Ling He thought that there was no need to say this, he was not a person who liked to show merit, and he didn't think it was any credit.

The porter's face changed, and he slammed the door shut. A voice came from behind the door: "Take it away! The old man said he was not allowed to enter the door!"

"Little brother. Ling He said sincerely: "Please talk to your master again, no matter what Pengju says, it is also the blood of the Fang family." They may just be angry and will not care. ”

The porter seemed to hesitate for a moment, "I'll ask again...... Don't take the opportunity to break in!"

"Little brother, don't worry. ”

Ling He hugged Fang Pengju's corpse and stood in front of the door of Fang Mansion, listening to the footsteps hurried away.

He lowered his head to Fang Pengju's already cold face and said, "Pengju, what kind of bastard do you do? If you die, no one will remember you anymore, God hates ghosts." ”

It was a long time before the voice of the porter sounded again behind the door.

The old man said. He pondered for a moment, and repeated the tone of the owner of the Fang Mansion and said, "The dead are all dead, what are you carrying back for?"

Ling He was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "The Fang family is a decent family, and Peng Ju should be given a decent one." ”

"The old man said that the cause of Fang Pengju's death was already clear to his old man. This kind of unkind and unrighteous person is not the Fang family's species!"

"But he is the Fang family's seed. Ling He said.

"Let's go!" the porter threw a knife coin from the crack in the door, "If you pester us again, we will report to the official!"

Those knife coins jingled to the ground, which was very eye-catching. If it is used for a simple burial of a corpse, it is more than enough. The more money you have, the more you tip.

This is the attitude of the Fang family.

Ling He was silent.

He no longer tries to say anything.

He was poor, poor since childhood. He was very short of money, his only intact coat was wrapped around Fang Pengju's corpse, and his middle coat was patched a lot. He stood in front of the palatial Fang Mansion, like a poor relative who had eaten a closed door.

He hugged Fang Pengju's corpse and turned to leave.

From beginning to end, I didn't look at the knife coins.

This is Ling He's attitude.