Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 This sister is so beautiful



"Ning Yan?" Xu Pingzhi was stunned.

Li Ru's tears were still on her face, and her happy expression froze.

"Two days ago, Xu Qi'an was in prison, clamoring to see the prefect, saying that he had important clues to report, and then the prefect solved the case. According to the laws of Dafeng, you will be fine if you make meritorious contributions while serving your sentence." The clerk said.

"Yes, is that so..." Xu Pingzhi stuttered. He took Xu Qi'an home to raise him when he was still as big as a kitten. How could he not know what kind of person his nephew was?

Xu Pingzhi suspected that the clerk was lying, but he had no evidence.

It was that bastard nephew... Li Ru was frightened.

Didn't his son smooth out the relationship and save the family? How could it be the unlucky nephew? Isn't he in prison?

Confused, Xu Pingzhi led his wife and daughter out of the back door of the government office and saw Xu Qi'an, who was combing his chicken coop hair and waiting anxiously at the door.

The moment he saw his nephew, the doubts buried in his heart were not important. The man who was born as a warrior felt a warm current in his heart, his eyes were red, and he strode forward. He wanted to give his nephew a hug, but he felt hypocritical and couldn't let go of his face, so he patted his shoulder hard: "Ning Yan, good job."

He almost patted Xu Qi'an to death on the spot.

"Second uncle, you are at the peak of Qi training, and we are one level apart." Xu Qi'an said this naturally, and it was not unfamiliar at all.

He was surprised at this harmony. At the same time, he glanced over the shoulder of Second Uncle Xu and looked at the three women behind him.

Hey, aunt, you are also in such an embarrassing state today... This thought emerged uncontrollably.

The mood of gloating did not last long, and he was attracted by his sister's appearance.

The girl wore a loose prison uniform, with messy hair hanging beside her classical and exquisite oval face, and a high and straight nose. At first glance, she had a three-dimensional sense of a mixed-race beauty.

This age is the most pure and beautiful, mixed with a charm that makes people unable to look away.

Damn, I actually have such a pure and elegant sister. Xu Qi'an was shocked.

In the original owner's memory, the appearance of his sister was very vague, probably because he didn't pay much attention to her. And because of his aunt, he had a bit of hatred for the whole family.

He was not very friendly to his cousins.

Sensing the fiery gaze of his brother, Xu Lingyue timidly called "big brother" and lowered her head a little shyly.

"Big brother!" Suddenly heard a "wow".

Xu Lingyin was five years old, so small, running over, suddenly stopped in front of Xu Qi'an, and looked up at him eagerly.

Xu Qi'an waved his hand: "I have no candy for you. I just got out of jail myself."

It is worth mentioning that the original owner did not like his cousins, but he was quite nice

to this youngest sister, because the youngest sister's appearance was finally not inherited from her mother.

"What is a cell?"

"It's where you sleep these days."

"What about the other brother? Did he bring candy?"

"He didn't come."

"Oh." The little one looked disappointed. The other brother she was talking about was Xu Xinnian, who was born of the same mother, but she didn't know the difference between a cousin and a biological brother.

This youngest sister was not very smart, she was a stupid child, and this must have been inherited from her mother... The original owner thought so.

Finally, he looked at his aunt Li Ru, a woman who always showed off in front of Xu Qi'an. She probably never thought that one day she would need to humbly thank her unlucky nephew.

The beautiful woman turned her head away stiffly and said reluctantly: "Thank you Ning Yan..."

At the right time, a vague memory emerged in Xu Qi'an's mind.

When he was driven to the small courtyard next to Xu's house by his aunt, Xu Qi'an was furious and swore to the sky: I, Xu Qi'an, will definitely be successful in the future, don't regret it!

It feels so embarrassing to think about it now. Isn't this the aunt's version of "Don't bully the poor young man"!

Xu Qi'an now looks at the relationship between the original owner and his aunt from an objective third-party perspective. In fact, it is not all the fault of this beautiful woman.

Xu Qi'an spends more than 100 taels of silver every year practicing martial arts, which is equivalent to the savings of an ordinary family for 20 to 30 years. And it has to be a diligent family.

It is not surprising that his aunt is resentful, so Xu Qi'an said sincerely: "Aunt, don't rush to thank me. Wait until you go home and have dinner, and then say it again."

Li Ru immediately opened her big eyes wide and glared at her unlucky nephew.

Xu Pingzhi's scalp tingled, and he said in a deep voice: "Go home first!"

...

Xu Xinnian carried the wine pot and staggered back to the Xu Mansion. The home where he had lived for 19 years was now sealed with a seal on the door, and the house was empty, which was very desolate.

Xu Xinnian kicked the door open, stepped over the threshold, staggered a few steps inside, and then turned back to close the door.

Hanging oneself is not a glorious thing, nor is it the dignity that a scholar like him should have, so he cannot attract the attention of the government.

To have face.

He walked from the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard, as if he had walked through a long

life.

He learned to read at the age of three, recited poems at the age of five, and was familiar with the classics of saints at the age of ten. He entered Yunlu Academy to study at the age of

fourteen. He was a juren at the age of eighteen.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is gifted.

His intelligence and his extensive knowledge have shaped his proud character.

He has always been proud in front of his family, promising, glorious, and the pillar of the Xu

family in the future.

As a seven-foot-tall man, he would rather die gloriously than live in humiliation. Thinking of this, Xu Xinnian drank the wine pot in his hand and smashed it on the ground.

With a touch of alcohol, he rushed into the room, ground ink, picked up a pen, and wrote the most pinnacle farewell poem in his life.

Xu Xinnian laughed three times, grabbed the rice paper, rushed out of the door, took out the prepared hemp rope, and hung it on the ginkgo tree in the inner courtyard.

He was surprised that he was not afraid of death at all, but felt a sense of relief that he had

never had before.

Suddenly, I understood those unruly and unrestrained Confucian scholars. Only when you have no fear in your heart can you look down on the world.

If you are not afraid of death, what else in the world is worth fearing.

...

The capital is prosperous and is known as the best city in the world.

Xu Qian'an walked slowly through the bustling ancient city, where cars and horses flowed like

water, shops were lined up on both sides, and banners and cloth strips fluttered in the wind.

A poem came to his mind: Smoky willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and 100,000 households.

In fact, the capital was more prosperous than the Qiantang in the poem. "Dafeng: Geography" records that "in the early years of Yuan Jing, the population of the capital was more than 1.96n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

million."

It is now the 36th year of Yuan Jing.

The population of the capital should have exceeded two million.

The Xu Mansion has three entrances and three exits, and has seven or eight maids and

servants. Now the servants and maids have long been dismissed, the gates are locked, and the

people are gone.

The aunt looked at the plaque on the gate and felt mixed emotions: "I don't know how Nian'er is doing. He must be very worried about us. This child said before he went to prison

that he would definitely save us."

She walked in while talking.

The housing prices in the capital are expensive, and this three-entry courtyard will cost at least 5,000 taels of silver. The down payment is 30%, which is 1,500 taels of silver... Bah, why

do I have to think about the house price when I arrive in another world?

Xu Qian'an grinned.

Xu Pingzhi comforted: "Nian'er is well-read in the books of sages, calm and reliable. He must still be running for us at this time. Wait for him to come back and give him a surprise." Oops... Xu Qian'an's face changed. He knew that Xu Xinnian was going to commit suicide.

In the eyes of his second uncle and aunt, Xu Erlang was determined, serious, calm and reliable, and a tenacious scholar.

"Hahahaha, I, Xu Xinnian, was a free man when I was alive and a rebellious ghost when I

died."

"Xu Xinnian, talented, but the way of heaven is unfair."

"If the heaven did not give birth to me, Xu Xinnian, Dafeng would be like a long night

forever..."

Under the ginkgo tree, the scholar standing on the chair suddenly took off his hair crown and threw it away, shook his head vigorously, and his hair was disheveled.

He was unbridled and uninhibited. He put his head into the rope and saw his family members with stiff expressions and dull eyes.

I wish Xu Xinnian to be uninhibited and love freedom....Xu Xinnian is talented and the way of

heaven is unfair....If heaven had not given birth to Xu Xinnian, Dafeng would have been in darkness forever...Xu Xinnian looked at his family members who returned unexpectedly and felt that he was still a step too late to die.