Jiaohua

Chapter 287 Disgusting
The little maid still couldn't understand.

Lin Qingfeng didn't speak any more, and put the tea on the table after drinking it.

The wind outside was getting stronger, and the raindrops were crackling on the window.

The clerk knocked on the door and said that someone was looking for it downstairs, and at the same time he held a letter in his hand, which he said was from another person.

The little maid thanked her and turned around to deliver the letter.

"Let that person wait downstairs," Lin Qingfeng opened the letter and said lightly, "I'll decide whether to see or not depending on my mood."

The little maid nodded: "Okay."

Unfolding the letter paper, Lin Qingfeng sat down on the soft couch while looking at it, picked up the plums on the side and stuffed them into his mouth, his eyes gradually fixed, looking at the words on it.

She blinked her eyes, feeling that the blood was gradually burning in her body.

The little servant girl came back after answering, saw her like this, and said, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Lin Qingfeng looked at it, then shook his head, "It's nothing."

The little maid looked at her suspiciously.

Lin Qingfeng was in a good mood, and said happily: "The one downstairs who was looking for me, you go and call him up, I happen to have something to look for him."

"what?"

"Go." Lin Qingfeng frowned, annoyed, "Go and call."

"Okay." The little maid nodded.

Lin Qingfeng put away the letter paper and went to the small bed in the outer hall to kick it: "Get up, I have guests."

The strong man woke up rubbing his eyes.

"I have a guest," Lin Qingfeng said again, holding up the letter in his hand, "I still have a big deal, you can tell the general now, I will send him 10 taels of silver in a month. "

The strong man hadn't slowed down yet, he propped himself up and got up: "How much?"

"10 taels," Lin Qingfeng looked at him with bright eyes, looking forward to the sky, "I will definitely get the 10 taels this time, you go and hide it first, don't hinder me here."

The strong man nodded blankly, and said, "Okay, OK, then I'll go first."

He got off the cot, his arm was still bandaged, the boy's wood almost destroyed his hand, and the injury on his arm healed much slower than Lin Qingfeng.

Not long after he left, the little servant girl came with people sent by Lu Ronghui.

The attendant smiled respectfully and said, "Miss Lin."

Lin Qingfeng smiled and asked the little maid to close the door. She was under the table and said, "It's just in time. I just have something to ask you."

"Huh? Miss Lin, what can I ask you?" the follower asked.

"One night a few days ago, several corpses were found on the street. Tell me about those corpses, and who the guards who found the corpses are, I also need to know." Lin Qingfeng said with a smile .

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When it was just over, the entire sky was suppressed, as if it had fallen into the night.

Lao Tong, Zhi Changle, Pang Yi and Lao Duan were playing cards in the room.

He said he wanted Lao Duan to quit gambling, but Lao Tong and Zhi Changle became addicted to playing, but Xia Zhaoyi didn't agree with gambling, so they bet on labor.

The worst loser was Zhi Changle. He had to get up [-] days early to boil water, wash their clothes three times, and pour water for washing their feet ten times.

It was frighteningly dark outside the window, so they got up and lit candles.

Old Tong ordered a few more candlesticks, planning to send the candlesticks to Xia Zhaoyi next door.

Zhi Changle looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and said: "Ali is still the best, call us in time when we are going out this morning, otherwise we will be drowned right now."

"She still understands the sky?" asked the old man.

"That's right, Ah Li knows everything, but it's amazing," Zhi Changle said, "I like Ah Li the most."

"Anything?"

"I know everything." Pang Yi, who hadn't said a few words all day, said beside him.

The door was pushed open suddenly, Lao Tong hurried in and said, "No, Ah Li is not in the room."

"What!" Zhi Changle hurriedly got up, "What?!"

"I'll go downstairs and ask." Old Tong put the candlestick on the table.

"I'll go too." Zhi Changle said.

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The heavy rain was pouring, and the students of the academy were holding umbrellas, walking in a hurry, and the doorway was full of carriages that came to pick them up.

Xia Zhaoyi held an umbrella, holding a book wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, and stopped at the entrance of the school against the crowd.

"I'm here to return the book," Xia Zhaoyi said, raising his head, "I'm looking for Mr. Qiu."

"You go in, Mr. Qiu mentioned it." The guard said.

A few teenagers passed by, followed by followers. The teenagers talked loudly while walking, and some of them turned their heads to look at her casually, and continued to walk outside.

Xia Zhaoyi paused, then looked back at one of the teenagers.

The young man was very tall, and he was jokingly talking to others, while the attendants at the side were holding an umbrella for him, so he needed to raise his hands high.

Zhuge Ping.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, unexpectedly, he was so tall.

The child who chased after her back then and asked her to play with her was now almost as tall as her second brother.

Xia Zhaoyi looked away, nodded with the guards, and entered the gate.

In the academy.

Mr. Zhan Chen hurriedly stepped up the corridor, walking in a hurry, feeling quite irritable.

Shi Yourong walked beside him, with an anxious expression on his face: "... I have tried all kinds of methods, but they are useless. Before, there was Taifu An who could talk about it. Since Taifu An's accident, now no one dares to talk about it." I said it. It’s almost winter now, so what I’m thinking is, can the teacher talk to the academicians, and together with a few gentlemen, go to Mr. Yu and Mr. Pan, and jointly write a letter to His Majesty.”

"Do you think it's feasible?"

"You have to try, or do you really want to see those people freeze to death in the prison? I heard that a corpse was brought out the day before yesterday. It was a gentleman who couldn't stand the disease."

Mr. Zhan Chen paused: "There is such a thing?"

"Yes, but I don't know who it is. I haven't found out the specifics. I don't know where the body was carried. None of the family members have been notified, and the major academies have not received any news. It may be those storytellers." Shi Yourong Said.

Mr. Zhan Chen looked stern, and continued to walk forward quickly: "It may be fake, don't take it seriously."

"But teacher, things like sickness, starvation and freezing to death often happen in prisons. Even if this is false, there are still too many possibilities to be true." Shi Yourong said beside him.

Almost out of the corridor, Mr. Zhan Chen opened the bamboo umbrella in his hand, frowned suddenly, and looked up to the front.

Shi Yourong, who was opening his umbrella, also looked up.

A little girl in a simple warm jacket came, holding a book in her hand, stopped when she stepped up the steps, and looked up.

Mr. Zhan Chen's frown deepened, with a burst of disgust.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "I met Mr. Zhan Chen."

"Don't be rude to me, it's annoying," Mr. Zhan Chen said coldly, "I've never seen a more annoying kid than you."

"I thought that Mister is well-informed," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "Mr., if you go out more often, you will always see him."

Mr. Zhan Chen was furious: "You uneducated child!"

"I have seen Mr.'s upbringing." Xia Zhaoyi still smiled.

Shi Yourong was dumbfounded, looked at the girl, then turned to look at Mr. Zhan Chen: "Teacher..."

"Don't come to this school again, get out!" Mr. Zhan Chen scolded and walked away.

Shi Yourong hurriedly opened an umbrella to keep up: "Teacher!"

(End of this chapter)