Chapter 54: Enigma in the Rain (Fourth Update!)

  Lao An, Feng Zongqi's death is very suspicious.

  Liu Xu said in a low voice, An Litong panted heavily and struggled to pull his heavy shoes out of the mud, wiping away sweat. "Aren't you talking nonsense? Feng Zongqi's head was severed from his body, is this called 'accidental death'? This is murder! Have you ever seen someone die from a slipped disc and have their head fall off? I'm not even sleeping soundly now, wherever I go, I feel like there are eyes staring at me from behind."

  He stood still, saying nervously: "Old Liu, the informant who sold us information said that several officials in the government are very nervous, and it seems like there's something even he doesn't know about. Do you think it could be... that someone from the government found something at General Feng's residence that proves his identity as a member of the Brocade Guard?"

  Liu Xu's face sank as he said, "What can be done even if it's discovered? The publicly available name list of the Brocade Guard doesn't have our names on it. Even if a lawsuit is filed with the Ying Tian Fu, nothing will come of it. What I mean to say is that this Xia Liu is extremely suspicious."

  "Xia Xiao? That country bumpkin?"

  An Litong immediately sneered: "Don't you know how great General Feng's kung fu is? Just because of Xia Liu, that little brat, if he can knock off a single hair from General Feng, I'll consider him impressive."

  Liu Xu said in a low voice, "Then tell me, we've been hiding in Qingzhou for four years without any trouble. How is it that as soon as Xia Jiao arrived, Zhang Thirteen and Feng Zongqi died one after another? Isn't this too much of a coincidence? Furthermore, even if Feng Zongqi was killed, why was his residence burned to ashes? Don't you think he's the only one with a motive to kill Feng Zongqi?"

  An Yongwai said: "When Feng Zongwu died, he was not in the city."

  "But on the second day after General Feng's death, he returned. Isn't this coincidence suspicious?"

  An Yuanwai said, "What about the Thirteenth Lang? The entire case process, Director Feng is clearly aware of it. When the Thirteenth Lang died, there was no murder weapon by his side, and Xia Liu had no opportunity to hide the murder weapon!"

  "This..."

  An Wei shook his round head vigorously: "So, Xia Yu is absolutely impossible."

  He looked around cautiously and said, "Old Liu, I always feel that our hiding in Qingzhou has been discovered. When Yang Wenguang was assassinated, we thought it had nothing to do with our big plan, but now it seems that may not be the case. What if Yang Wenguang, Zhang Shisan, and Feng Zongqi were all killed by the same group of people?"

  He looked around, as if the murderer was lurking nearby, and shrank his neck slightly: "Feng Zongqi is dead, Zhang Thirteen is dead, and the real Yang Wenyuan is also dead. Now there's not even a mastermind left, I think this errand is enough to choke us, but it's not our fault, is it? Feng Zongqi and Zhang Thirteen have already sacrificed themselves, we two are just small pawns who listen and run errands, what's the use of staying here? In my opinion, let's go back to Jinling, there's no reason for Governor Yan to make things difficult for us."

  Liu Xu shook his head in despair: This brainless and gluttonous guy is absolutely impossible to discuss anything with!

  Actually, An Litong is timid and afraid of trouble, and doesn't want to take on responsibilities. However, he isn't stupid to the point of being muddle-headed. He has his own plans, different from those three people who are all professional soldiers since childhood, serving in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, with no other career aspirations except for the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and their only hope for advancement lies within it. But what about him? He has a wealthy family, he has a beautiful wife and concubines, why would he follow them to go through life and death?

  Yang Wenyuan, Zhang Shisan and Feng Xihui, one after another's bizarre deaths, indeed made his heart tremble with fear, but at the same time, he also felt a sense of relief and joy in his heart. He hoped that due to the death of Feng Xihui and Zhang Shisan, the official would change his mind and give up the Qingzhou plan, so he could return to Tianfu and be a rich husband again.

  So he was very negative, just hoping that the Ying Tian Fu would receive news as soon as possible and make a "wise decision" to withdraw. Of course, he also didn't believe that Feng Zongqi's death had anything to do with Xia Xun, Feng Xihui and Zhang Shisan looked down on him, even Liu Xu looked down on him, why wouldn't he look down on the poor beggar Xia Xun?

  Few people were left in the cemetery, and some became worried, saying: "Old Liu, I have to go, you should also hurry back. That assassin is unpredictable, and I'm getting anxious."

  He said, turning his hand over, and muttered: "Alas, the rain is like a mist, but it's as sharp as an icy knife or a snowy sword. When will this kind of worrying and fearful day come to an end?"

  Liu Xu looked at this incompetent thing, furious with liver fire raging, he cursed in a low voice: "It's really a piece of dung that can't be plastered on the wall, what ice knife and snow sword, a stinky businessman still pretending to be literate, damn it!"

  Liu Xu turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped and stood still. His eyes slowly rotated twice, and then slowly emitted light: "Ice knife? Ice knife! If it's an ice knife, then there's no need to hide it, it will walk away by itself..."

  Ji Yi had just lifted the curtain of her sedan chair and taken a look, only to see a wedding procession passing by on the street. Although it was drizzling in the sky, since the auspicious day had been set, the wedding procession went ahead as scheduled. Perhaps this fine rain was somewhat annoying, but one could still make out the joyful expressions on their faces.

  Xia Liu looked at the wedding procession passing by in front of him, and suddenly a thoughtful smile appeared on his face. He asked Peng Ziqi: "Peng Gongzi, do you know what is similar between a wedding and a funeral?"

  "What is the same between wedding and funeral?"

  Peng Ziqi thought seriously and replied: "I know, the same thing is that some people are happy and others are sad."

  "How can I put this?"

  "Marriage is a joyful occasion for parents, but they can't help feeling a little sad to part with their daughter. Moreover, if the newlyweds have other admirers, there will be both joy and sorrow on this happy day. In any case, no matter who it is, someone will like him, while others won't; so when he dies, some will be joyful, while others will grieve..."

  Xia Liu smiled and said, "Hmm, it seems to make some sense."

  Peng Ziqi said discontentedly: "Seemingly? Then you tell me, what similarities are there between a wedding and a funeral?"

  Xia Liu slowly and logically said: "The same thing is: both have someone lying down!"

  Peng Ziqi's face suddenly turned red, and he cursed: "Scoundrel!"

  Xia Liu sighed: "I just told a simple truth."

  The wedding procession has passed, Xia Yu looked at the distant wedding procession, the smile on his face slowly faded away, and he thoughtfully said: "Getting married... Yang Mou has reached the age of majority, it seems that he should also get married."

  "Oh?"

  Peng Ziqi's heart suddenly jumped up: "Do you... have a girl you like?"

  "I don't know if I'll like her either. This is a marriage arranged by our parents, decided when we were young. Maybe next spring, I should return to my hometown in Jiangnan to get married..."

  This is Xia Yu's plan to distance himself from the King of Qi. This winter, he will go to Beiping, and even if it takes only two months for a round trip, after returning, he will still have to go to Jiangnan to get married, which will take at least half a year in total. The King of Qi has so many businesses that someone must take care of them. This is a lucrative position, and as long as Xia Yu slightly reveals his intention, there will definitely be people who will eagerly come to take over his position and bear the brunt for him. At that time, even if he lingers in Jiangnan, the King of Qi won't urge him to return.

  When Zhu Yunwen makes a move against Qi Wang, he can thoroughly get rid of control. The carp has escaped the golden hook and will not come back! Of course, there is a variable in this, that is whether the Brocade Guard will take any measures. The reason for marrying at the right age may not be persuasive in front of the leader behind the scenes, and can only respond to the situation as it arises.

  Peng Ziqi's mood suddenly turned bad, relying on her rationality, she knew she shouldn't have any dissatisfaction. She would never marry this shameless boy who hooked up with two mothers and daughters. Whether he married or not, what did it have to do with her? But for some reason, her heart was as messy as the rain-soaked streets... Xia Yu looked at the rain-soaked long street and suddenly felt excited: "How about we get off the car and take a walk? We'll stroll in the rain and walk back to the mansion?"

  "I don't... okay."

  Peng Ziqi wanted to refuse, but somehow agreed, and the two of them got off the car with an umbrella each.

  The horse carriage was sent away, and the two people walked slowly forward as if they were in a carriage.

  "Ah!" Peng Qi suddenly dodged and almost fell over.

  Xia Fu turned his head and couldn't help but laugh: "Your shoelaces are untied? Fortunately, we were just walking, otherwise... here."

  His hand extended, Peng Qixi subconsciously took the umbrella from him, and then Xia Xian naturally squatted down to tie her shoelaces. Peng Qixi was stunned, even if she was his wife, her man would never squat down to tie her shoelaces just because he was a man and she was a woman, this world had always been like that.

  But he... He naturally bent down, doing it so matter-of-factly. Peng Ziqi's eyes were a little moist, and the umbrella in his hand unknowingly tilted slightly, raindrops began to fall on Xia Jie's clothes behind him, Peng Ziqi noticed, hurriedly straightened the umbrella, quietly, quietly moved forward, completely covering Xia Jie under the umbrella.

  The lingering rain threads swayed her head, wetting her shoulders.

  In the gentle breeze and fine rain, a small hotel at the corner of an alley. A pot of turbid wine, two small dishes, Liu Fu's old servant Lei Da hid alone at a table, drinking by himself. When he saw Xia Zhen and Peng Qi walking with an oil-paper umbrella, their footsteps in the rain, he was first stunned, then his eyes burst out with fierce killing intent, and his hand grasping the wine cup also tightened suddenly.

  Just the day before yesterday, the young lady had met with her future in-laws and set a wedding date for the little miss. The young lady had made up her mind and was determined not to let Yang Wenxuan ruin the Liu family; she was going to take action against him. Li Dahuin was overjoyed and ran out into the streets, drinking by himself, when he happened to see that person.

  Li Da Yin hated that he couldn't immediately pounce on him and kill him with one knife. Unfortunately, it's not the right time yet. Yang Wen Xuan must die, but his death must have nothing to do with the Liu family, so he can only wait, must wait, for an opportunity that is absolutely foolproof.