Chapter 37 The story will finally come to an end

Chapter Thirty Seven

He, the top scholar, actually became a murderer. He never imagined that this would happen. He didn't know when the knife fell out of his hand, and he didn't know when he left the garden. For many days after that, I was in constant panic. All I could think about every day was the smell of blood on my hands that day, as if I had never had time to clean them off. It seems that there will never be a clean day in this life.

The servants saw that he was depressed all day long, either drunk or sleeping soundly. They couldn't bear to see that the high-spirited scholar had ruined his life like this, so they asked the book boy to persuade him, and it was best to pull him away. When you enter the market, you will see more prosperous scenes, which will make you feel better.

The book boy has been with him since he was a child, and has experienced both prosperity and loss. When the master and his wife died suddenly and the family was completely devastated, he still followed behind. The young master's affairs were naturally his top priority.

Everyone thought that the young master was not used to the sudden neglect of the family, the favor was no longer there, and the young master's talent and learning seemed to have disappeared overnight. With so many blows coming down hard, it would not be easy for others to get through this.

But he knew in his heart that none of this would make the young master so decadent.

The reason for the young master's decadence was probably related to the blood donation in one hand when it was already late that day and the lights were bright. The young master was so lost that he even threw away the dagger in his boots.

At this point, the young master is no longer normal.

He investigated the matter secretly and found out that a playboy of some age died in the garden. And the murderer has already confessed his crime, and that person is the lady in green, the courtesan of the capital.

And of course he recognized the murder weapon. It was a self-defense item he bought for the young master.

He doesn't know the justice of the world, and he doesn't care about the righteousness of the world. He only knows that if the young master is discovered, the death wish of the master and his wife will no longer be realized.

Fortunately, the woman died yesterday, and the vegetable market was sentenced to death. The beautiful head of a tree rolled down the dust lightly, raising dust all over the ground.

So, just right.

He took the young master for a stroll in the street, and the young master gradually came back to his senses. He would look at some of the goods for sale a little more and finally became a little more lively.

"Brother, you don't know. Yesterday, the head of that woman rolled down at my feet. I had nightmares last night. You said that a beautiful woman like her would be nothing more than a pile of meat after death ... "

People on the street like to talk about this. The book boy couldn't stop others from talking, and before he could react, his master ran out like a gust of wind. He ran over and found that the master finally stopped in front of the garden.

Because someone had died, naturally no customers came to the garden. Business was sluggish, and the girls in the building knew that the business here could not continue, so they fled to other places one by one, and the only ones left were some middle-aged women. When this group of people saw a customer coming, they rushed over and surrounded him, making it impossible to get through.

"Isn't this the Number One Scholar?" The owner of Huayuan saw the man surrounded by people. Although he was too slovenly, he finally knew who he was.

"Where is she? Let me ask you, where is she?!"

These days, there are naturally not a few people who come to visit him to commemorate the lady in Tsing Yi. As soon as he opened his mouth, he already knew who he was talking about.

"Qing Yi has a bad life and can't bear my love. You should please come back, Lord Zhuangyuan!"

When they saw the first case, they felt that these unlucky men had actually left a little bit of their hearts here, and they still remembered their old friends.

Nowadays, I have seen a lot of people, but it is not uncommon for those who are sad for a day or two to find another place to go about looking for flowers and flowers. They are just pity that they have never had a kiss.

What is not obtained always stimulates men's desire the most.

And the few ounces of sincerity they left out here are not even considered as food and drinks!

"I'm not someone who admires her! I ... I"

I've wondered for a long time how he feels now, and what does he want to express? Are you pleading guilty? Or come to ask for forgiveness? No one is here anymore, who will forgive me! What's more, what's the use of that light understanding? !

Thinking of this, it was as if all the strength in his body was drained away, and the remaining flesh and blood could no longer support his body, so he crashed to the ground.

"Master Zhuangyuan, could it be that you have lost your heart in your actions?"

Lost your heart? What's the point of losing it? Has he ever had a heart? If so, where did he leave it? Who did he accidentally give his heart to?

Stupidly, foolishly, and utterly lost, I lost it again.

After that, Zhuangyuan Gong sealed his pen, and those talented poems disappeared. He set the No. 1 Scholar's Mansion on fire and burned it completely, then he knelt in front of the late emperor's palace in shackles and confessed his crime.

The late emperor felt pity for him because he was an extraordinary talent and his character was pure and good. If he sacrificed his talent as a pillar of the Xia Dynasty for a mere prostitute, it would not be worth it.

So he was demoted to a local official with a meager salary. He lived like this for more than ten years without a wife and children. Everyone in the world knew about Fang Qiru's great demeanor, but he never saw him again.

He was a man of unparalleled charm and talent that was passed down from word of mouth by the people of Great Xia, but the real man had long since grown into a man of splendor, working diligently with the local government and achieving outstanding political achievements, but he no longer had that radiant appearance.

The late emperor was grateful for his diligent service in politics, and when he passed away, he selected him as an assistant minister in the government. Now that the king can take charge of his own affairs, he excused himself from the government and the public because of illness. In order to appreciate his virtue in assisting the government, he established the position of left prime minister, standing side by side with the right prime minister, ranking first among the ministers.

However, the residence of Zuo Xiang does not have any splendor and nobility of the ministers and ministers. In these years, there has only been a family of slaves accompanying him, and no one else. He was like a widower and a lonely person, living like this for twenty years. Those in high positions must be affected by it, and the rumors that had dissipated spread again.

The person involved was indifferent, as if he was a world away.

Let the world open its mouth and speculate at will.

Zhou Xiaochuan and the others were very surprised when they got the clue that day, but if there was nothing else to doubt, then the rest of the place was worthy of their planning.

As expected, that figure finally appeared in front of the door. Because Mr. Zuo Xiang lived in seclusion, very few people in the world saw him, and even if he was in front of everyone now, he would not recognize who he was.

Just because the person who comes here is really ordinary, just like all the old people in the world.

His hair was as white as the wind and grass, and his body was bloated and frail. His frail body could be seen in his footsteps. He was wearing common clothes, just like most old people in the world.

But to be honest, he is only over sixty years old, but he is as old as an octogenarian. He is aging, as if he will disappear in the next second.

He walked towards the high platform step by step, slowly but staring at the people on the platform, unwilling to look away. After all, he made it to the high platform. When everyone saw his expression, they knew who the person in front of them was!