In fact, Ai Xiaozhou did not need to help Chu Yunqing in this way, but apart from the fact that the investigation required Chu Yunqing's full help, it seemed that the few times she had been with him, she had a different feeling in her heart.

Maybe it's because it's not easy to find someone who interests you.

Or maybe it's because I've been exposed to so much darkness in the past. It's rare to find a person who wears a reckless cloak and a ruthless disguise, but is actually a person who doesn't have a deep understanding of human nature and the world.

He was just like his old self, forced to walk on a path he didn't like, and then wrapped himself with spikes like a hedgehog, trying to make himself look fierce, but in fact, there was confusion in his heart.

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Compared to the capital city, the rivers and lakes in Taiyuan Prefecture are just a small pond, Ai Xiaozhou thought, and tried his best to help him adapt.

This can't be completely regarded as helping, or helping each other as mentioned before, but saying goodbye to the past self.

Under the candlelight, Ai Xiaozhou looked at Chu Yunqing in front of him who was carefully memorizing the Qing Kung method he had just mentioned. The eyes and brows that had always been invisible to people, for a moment, the disguise faded away, and a little softness emerged, but only

moment.

"I have recorded everything." Chu Yunqing calmed down the energy in his body and said.

Ai Xiaozhou clapped his hands, stood up, and stretched his waist after sitting for a long time.

Chu Yunqing's eyesight did not squint, and it was true that for a pretty girl, some parts of her body always looked ordinary.

Ai Xiaozhou narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Chu Yunqing stood up quickly and looked out the window, "It's midnight, it's time to work."

Ai Xiaozhou glanced at him and gently blew out the lamp.

…

And when Ai Xiaozhou visited Chu Yunqing late at night and was painting a boat on the Huai River, another major event happened at the same time.

This incident directly affected the next actions of the two people, making them smoother.

Colorful lanterns were hung everywhere on the boats, and there was a lot of laughter and laughter on the boats. There was a lot of chatting about things in the city during the day, playing music and singing.

Among them, Shi Chongshan, the old leader of the Yuanxing Clan, was buried, Lu Jing, Mu Chunsheng and others died suddenly, Chu Yunqing became the leader, etc.

The girls all asked who Chu Yunqing was, and when they heard about his past and experiences, they called him "Crazy Man Chu" in the tune they played.

And some people are even speculating whether the deaths of Lu Jing and others are related to him.

Most of them are people who are curious about good things, so they can be used as conversation starters, but when some people listen to them, they are unhappy.

This man is Xie Kuan, the son of the prefect Xie Yuyao.

He was dressed in brocade clothes and was in a dissolute state. He was originally happy, but when he heard about Chu Yunqing, he remembered that a few days ago, he was embarrassed at the hands of the other party on the Huaishui Painting Boat. After that, he was inexplicably killed.

After being poisoned, I spent the whole night scolding Zhou Fang, that bitch.

Afterwards, he originally wanted to find an opportunity to retaliate against Chu Yunqing, but Xie Yuyao found out about it and actually scolded him before giving up.

However, this evil fire has always been suppressed in Young Master Xie's heart.

Now when they saw him, these singing girls actually admired Chu Yunqing a lot. They said such nonsense as "he was born in a rough place and could achieve his ambition" and "he is also a good man", which immediately ignited the fire in Xie Kuan's heart.

He felt hot blood rushing to his forehead, and he became furious. He suddenly pushed the woman in his arms away and kicked the table over.

"Chu Yunqing is just a loser who relies on women to protect him! Does he deserve to be called a hero?"

He pointed at everyone around and cursed angrily.

He scolded these customers who were obviously here for prostitution, but they were such talkative women. They were all idiots who talked behind their backs.

He also called these women who were painting boats sluts, and his harsh words were even more unpleasant to listen to.

This Huaishui Painting Boat has always prided itself on elegance. It is not a lowly place like a brothel. It is romantic and poetic. How has the woman here ever heard of such insults or suffered such humiliation?

Those who can come here to spend money consider themselves to be of some status, including merchants and landlords, prominent celebrities and Jianghu people, as well as scholars and scholars.

Everyone considered themselves to be decent people, and it was even more unbearable to be cursed by him in front of their faces. Even though Xie Kuan was the son of the prefect, it still aroused public outrage.

"You still talk about Chu Yunqing, aren't you a waste yourself?"

"If you fail the exams many times, fail to study, and don't go out to inquire, who wouldn't say you are a waste?" the scholar said, squinting his neck.

"If you hadn't been able to reincarnate and had a good father who was a prefect, you would have been beaten to death when you were out!" The heroes of the world were not left behind.

"If it weren't for the fact that you have a lot of money and you can only shake three times after climbing up, who of the sisters on this boat would care to accompany you?" The girls on this boat like to tell the truth.

"We haven't tried anything like Chu Yunqing, but thank you, Master, you are really a waste!"

Logically speaking, benefactors and these women will inevitably fall in love for a long time, but now that Xie Kuan is breaking up, they are not unhappy. When it comes to digging into their hearts, Xie Kuan is really beyond his reach.

Xie Kuan turned red and pale at the scolding, but he couldn't say anything. Faced with the accusations from all around, he could only tremble with anger.

He looked around, and it happened that the person in front of him was a passionate scholar, who was pointing at him and scolding him.

"I'll kill you!" Xie Kuan picked up a wine bottle, rushed forward a few steps, and threw it at his head.

The scholar had no strength to restrain the chicken. He had just drunk again and had no time to react. He immediately fell down with a bloody head.

This was great. One scholar fell to the ground, which immediately angered the other scholars.

Everyone swarmed up, knocked down the drunk Xie Kuan, and greeted him with fists and kicks.

Xie Kuan was sweating profusely and struggling, but he was already exhausted by the wine and had drunk too much, so he had no strength to resist, so he had to crawl under the table.

But with the girls around cheering and cheering, how could these scholars spare him?

What no one noticed was that a man who had come with Xie Kuan also joined the chaotic crowd, but what he held between his fingers were the pieces of porcelain that had just been broken.

Xie Kuan was in severe pain all over his body from being beaten, but unexpectedly a chill suddenly came from the large hole in his waist, which made him feel chilled in his heart.

"Uh-huh," he struggled desperately, but all the strength in his body was rapidly draining away.

The last thing he saw was the 'comrade' who had complimented him in every possible way when he boarded the ship tonight, and cast a sneer at him.

After a while, everyone in the arena discovered that their fists and feet were stained with blood, and the people on the ground were lifeless.

"I beat someone to death..." Everyone was stunned.

Xie Kuan is dead.

The girls started screaming and the attackers ran away.

The whole building was a mess again, just like it had been a few days ago.

But Xie Kuan's comrade had already boarded a small boat and left.

He tore the human skin mask on his face into pieces and threw the drugged wine bottle he had brought out before into the river.

Under the building boats and the bright lights on both sides of the strait, the wretched old face of Lao Caihua Bu Zongong was reflected.
Chapter completed!