I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 53 The ink that was eaten (Part [-])

late at night.

The blazing fire cut through the night, awakening countless people who were sleeping.

The common people put on their robes and ran out of their homes to look into the distance, and they could still see the thick smoke rising to the sky a street away.

"Which house caught fire in that direction?"

"Wenjia, that Wenjia who always has troubles recently."

"It's this big family again? Master Wen is still in the government prison and hasn't been released? Why is something wrong in this family now?"

"A big family always has a lot of things to do, maybe it's someone in the clan who did it."

People, you pass it on to me, and I pass it on to you.

The mind of watching the excitement made most people forget about going to sleep, and they went to the fire site in groups to understand the situation.

The servants of the government office arrived in time to stop a group of idlers at the periphery, but they could not stop their eyes and ears.

Wen's house was full of crying, women and children were rescued one by one, and some of them were carried out in a coma.

"The monster has killed, the monster has killed!"

A woman with disheveled hair cried madly.

One of the surrounding people recognized the woman's identity and said aloud, "This is the wife of the second wife of the Wen family."

"Killed? Wasn't it a fire?"

The onlookers were amazed and refused to leave even more.

Until the miserable corpses were carried out by the yamen servants.

Ordinary people would not see these things on weekdays, and they immediately screamed, making the scene even more noisy and chaotic.

Some civilians who were not able to bear it voluntarily left the front row and ran to the distance with nausea.

There were also people with abnormal minds still looking at the situation in front of the Wenzhai gate, and said with emotion: "This is not an ordinary fire, but a wicked person committed the crime."

"Maybe looking for revenge." One person answered, "The profiteers have done a lot of nasty things, and I don't know how many people they have offended in secret, and they will finally suffer the consequences today."

In the end, Wen's casualties were counted, and a total of 68 men died.Among them, 58 are the personal guards of the Wen family, and [-] are family members of the Wen family.

Because of this big case, the government office stayed up all night and posted a notice during the day.

People gathered around the announcement, and someone shouted and read out the content of the announcement, which caused a lot of noise.

Today's government schools are also affected by this incident.

In the beginner class, the master was not in the mood to give lectures, and let the young children read in the morning by themselves.

The master was sitting upright at the front desk, and the children were reading aloud. Mi Feixue, the only silent one among them, stood out. There were children who peeked at her enviously, but no one dared to say a word to her.

After reading it ten times intermittently, the master left a sentence and asked them to write the article silently. When they came back, they had to check it, and then got up and left the podium.

The children responded in unison, and after ten seconds of staring at the master's departure, they all gathered together to laugh and play like wild horses that had run loose.

"Wen Qingpo hasn't come to the school for a long time, I really envy him."

"What are you envious of? His father was arrested and sent to prison. Many people died at home last night."

"Ah? Someone died last night! What's going on?"

"My father told me to stay away from Wen Qingpo in the future, because his family is in big trouble!"

"I also know that my mother told me today. She originally said that she would ask me to take a day off today, but my father didn't agree."

The children, young and old, talked about the Wen family accident last night, but they were more concerned about whether this matter could keep them from coming to the government school for a few days off.

boom.

In order to get closer to talk, a child accidentally bumped into the corner of a small table while pushing.

"Ah! Who—" the little boy cursed angrily, and when he turned his head, he saw a pair of dark and indifferent black eyes, and the words of complaint were held in his throat, like a duckling whose neck was suddenly strangled.

The children on the side also turned their heads to look over, and then all the sounds disappeared.

They saw the small table that had been knocked crooked, and the inkstone ink on the small table spilled out, ruining most of the neatly written article on a page of white paper.

The little boy who was in pain hadn't cried just now, but after noticing the accident he had accidentally caused, his face turned pale with fright, and his eyes turned red.

The other beginners were also silent, including the oldest child Wang, who was eight or nine years old, also kept silent.

"Young Master," Xiao Tong's book boy had to rush over, and said to his own master bravely, "Can I apologize?"

The little boy regained some courage, and said to Mi Feixue with trembling lips: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I, I, I didn't do it on purpose, I will help, help you write it back, come back?"

Mi Feixue looked at Xiao Tong's desk, right in front of her, the words written on the white paper on the desk were ugly and fat.

She shook her head without hesitation.

Dislike it.

No.

Xiaotong thought she rejected his apology, and immediately cried in fright.

The children around him didn't dare to coax him, they sympathized with him and were afraid at the same time.

Fortunately, it wasn't me who offended Mi Feixue.

But the book boy had no choice but to coax him, and turned his eyes to Fu'an for help.

Everyone is a book boy, and the relationship between Fu An and this book boy is not bad.

Fu'an, who received his help-seeking gaze, came out, first arranged Mi Feixue's crooked desk, and then said politely to the beginners who were still surrounded by the quiet ones: "Please, young masters, go play somewhere else. "

These words were like an amnesty to the children who were standing still, they were not as arrogant as they used to be to the book boys, they scattered and returned to their seats after hearing the words.

Seeing this, Fu An could quite understand, after all, when Master Mi was not around, even he would be afraid to face the young master alone.

He bent down and asked Mi Feixue again: "Young master, do you want me to tidy up the table for you first?"

Mi Feixue shook her head.

Fu An retreated to his seat.

It just so happened that the master came back not long after.

Seeing all the students in the school sitting upright, writing textbooks and articles in silence, the master looked surprised, which was completely different from what he thought.

The master looked around the classroom thoughtfully, then left again without saying a word.

This time he left for less than 3 minutes, and he walked back quickly.

The school was as quiet as ever.

Master: "..."

——Is it impossible for my students to be so good? !

The confused teacher sat back on the podium.

Every child was immersed in copying the article, and so was Qiao Huai, who was sitting at the table next to Mi Feixue, but he couldn't calm down, the article was copied crookedly, and many words were blurred by ink, making it impossible to read.

This kind of page can't be handed in homework at all, and the master will make him rewrite it if it is handed in.

Qiao Huai squeezed the white paper full of graffiti into a ball in depression, and when he was about to throw it away, he casually glanced to the side and widened his eyes.

The ink stains on Mi Feixue's desk that were splashed with ink from the inkstone disappeared little by little, as if something invisible was wiping them away little by little.

Qiao Huai blinked, it was really disappearing!

After a while, all the ink stained on the table disappeared, and Mi Feixue put the white paper on which the article was copied.

Qiao Huai saw that the ink stains on the paper were also starting to disappear.

The key disappears are all dirty places, and the neat fonts are nothing at all.

　Qixi Festival plus more! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)