Qiu Zhan----Dead?

Xin Xiran's mind was blank. He looked at Chu Meng with his eyes open and confused, like a lost child, innocent and scared. He fell to the ground and stared at Chu Meng's silent doubts. Impossible, no, why did a good person suddenly die? No, no----

"What are you talking nonsense? Qiu Zhan should be reading in the academy now. How could he die? How could he die because of me? Make it clear." Xin Xiran suddenly jumped up, grabbed Chu Meng's collar, and looked at him angrily.

Qiu's father's brain stopped for a long time, and finally turned around. He walked forward in a daze, grabbed Chu Meng's cuff and asked, "Children----you---why are you--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chu Meng did not dare to see Qiu's father. He took a deep breath before he carefully explained the cause and effect of the matter.

"----In order to protect his son, Xin Zhongqiao bribed everyone. The owner of the restaurant and the three Imperial College students insisted that Sier and Qiu Zhan were the ones who fought with him.

After they were locked in a cell, Xin Zhongqiao had a long dream. That night, he sent a killer to kill someone to silence him. Si'er was hit three times and was in danger. Qiu Zhan--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Xin Xiran looked at Chu Meng in fear and shook her head unconsciously, "No, you are lying, no, impossible, why is the old man like this? I can only knock him out with my punch, but I can't kill him, no, no, no------" He pushed Chu Meng suddenly and ran out frantically.

Mr. Qiu knelt on the ground, staring at the front empty, like a living corpse, motionless, not crying or making a fuss, leaving only a haggard shell.

"Uncle, Qiu Zhan is my third brother, so he will be my third brother for the rest of his life. He shouted injustice and left. I swear that I will avenge him. Uncle, please follow me. I will take care of you and I will take care of you for Qiu Zhan." Chu Meng held Qiu's father's hand and whispered.

Qiu's father moved his eyes, broke away, stood up slowly, and walked out without saying a word.

Chu Meng followed him, went down the mountain, and headed towards the city. He knew vaguely where Qiu's father was going, but he could not stop him. He could only follow behind silently, at least--at least to save his life.

Liao Weizhang was reading the documents in the inner hall, and suddenly a rush of drum beats came from outside. He put down the documents and frowned and asked, "Who is beating the drum outside?" Asked, walking out.

"Sir----" Shan Cha stepped forward and said, "It's an old man who has been brought to court."

Liao Weizhang nodded, took the official robe and went up to the court.

Under the hall was an old man with a haggard look. The old man's eyes were empty and his face was dull, as if he had lost his soul. Because of the rapid drum beat just now, many people had watched.

Liao Weizhang asked, "Who is in the hall? Why is it beating the drum? Let me tell you in detail. If there is any grievance, I will definitely maintain justice for you."

Qiu's father moved his eyes again and said lifelessly: "Your Majesty doesn't have to give justice. You can't give justice to the people, because you have eaten justice. Hahaha----Your justice is for those who are powerful and powerful, and those royal relatives. You will not give justice to me like a villain."

Liao Weizhang was vaguely displeased. He was not the kind of person who clings to the powerful and powerful. He immediately said, "I am arrogant. I am an honest and fair official. There is no distinction between noble and humble. If you have any grievances, you will say that I will seek justice for you."

Qiu's father stared at him, "Sir, can you really seek justice for me, a pariah, then----" He stood up, his eyes suddenly turned ruthless: "Sir, please give me Zhan'er a justice. He was an ordinary student in Yangshan Academy. He didn't make any mistakes. He just went to have a meal and died here. He even took the charge of murder. Sir, do you want to ask for justice for me Zhan'er?"

Liao Weizhang was shocked and immediately realized that the old man below was Qiu Zhan's father. He had nothing to say for a moment, staring at the strong hatred in his father's eyes, and he was a little scared for a moment.

"Why? Why is the lord silent? Didn't you just say that you want to seek justice for the people? Why, haha---I'm not asking for anything now? Or do you want to tell the people here that I'm talking nonsense, and I'm crazy? Don't pay attention to the words of a lunatic?"

Liao Weizhang saw the naked mockery in his eyes. He clenched his fists. After a long time, he found the voice and tried to calm himself down: "I said that if there is an injustice, I will naturally be able to reach the truth. Sooner or later."

"It's useless. Even if you tell the truth, it's useless. My cup is gone. I'm dead. I don't even know where his body is. It doesn't matter whether you seek justice or not." Qiu's father laughed, his eyes filled with terrible madness.

He turned slowly, stared at the people watching outside, walked out slowly, and walked to the threshold, suddenly shouted with a shrill voice: "My son Qiu Zhan was framed by the Grand Marshal and became a scapegoat for his son. He has only reached fourteen this year, and he is the second place in the palace examination this year after the case.

I am just a beggar, without power and power. I know that I can't do anything to those powerful people. Therefore, I want to use myself to pay tribute to God and let God punish these evil people. I want to curse them. After all the hardships, I want to curse them. I have gone to the eighteen levels of hell for generations.

My wronged soul, my cup of wronged soul, our resentment, our blood will sprinkle here."

When he was talking, he saw that Qiu Father looked like a slight look. He turned his head and stared at Liao Weizhang resentfully, then suddenly hit the pillar, and suddenly he was bleeding from his head.

He laughed shrillly, his face full of blood and terrifying, which scared the onlookers so much that the onlookers couldn't help but scream and retreat. Liao Weizhang was also shocked to hold the chair and did not fall down.

"Zhan'er--------Let's go slowly, Dad is here to accompany you. Let's wait on the road to the underworld. Those who harm us will not die well." Father Qiu's laughter echoed in the hall.

The sound of the curse was like an invisible knife, which scared everyone present to a pale face. The timid one had already escaped. Liao Weizhang looked at the hideous and hated face and even wanted to escape in panic.

Chu Meng stood dumbly next to the pillar, only a little bit away, he---he could have stopped him.

"Come on, carry him down." Liao Weizhang, who had finally recovered from a little god, dared not look at the blood-red face again, and ordered his left and right to carry him down.

Chu Meng stepped forward and saw that Qiu's father was carried away, but finally stopped. He looked at the seat of the court coldly, "Integrity and justice"? Haha, it's so funny, it's such a big joke.

"Young Master, go quickly." As soon as Chu Meng left the door, Yang Yan followed along. He knew that the young master was hit too much this time.

Chu Meng's feet were settled, and he took a deep breath until his father was lifted and lost sight of him. His eyes were cold and he said, "No one is allowed to tell Si'er about this."

"The subordinates understand that the subordinates will block the news around them."

*

Xin Xiran ran all the way back to Xinfu Study, kicked open the door with a slam, her face covered in sweat, and the anger in her eyes was as fierce as a tsunami: "Dad, did you send someone to kill Qiu Zhan?"

"go out."

"I'll ask you, did you send someone to kill me?" Xin Xiran stepped forward and gritted her teeth.

It would be fine if I didn't mention this, but when Xin Zhongqiao mentioned it, he couldn't curb his anger. He got up and walked over, slapped Xin Xiran in the face: He said angrily: "If it weren't for me, you would have been to prison long ago."
Chapter completed!