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Chapter 62: The Great Hero

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    Jing Qi's mood was disturbed all day long, he was very tired, and he couldn't sleep well. When he closed his eyes, his eyes were full of chaotic dreams. Sometimes he was in the world of heaven and sometimes in the world of hell. When he woke up and opened his eyes, he felt drowsy and couldn't remember.  What did you just dream about.

    So Ping An pushed him lightly, and he woke up immediately.

    He squinted his eyes and glanced at the still dim sky. He just woke up, his throat was still a little loose, and he spoke hoarsely: "What time is it?"

    Pingan said: "It's only four o'clock, master, Mr. Zhou is here."

    Jing Qiyi frowned, before rubbing his eyes, his mind came to his senses: "What time is it? What about others?"

    Ping An paused, and said, "In the backyard."

    Jing Qi got up from the bed and asked Pingan to wait for him to get dressed, and asked, "What is he doing in the backyard?"

    Ping An said: "The servant put the corpse in the backyard first."

    Even though he was reluctant to look at Ji Xiang's corpse, he packed it up and went to the backyard.  Jixiang's body was covered with a white cloth, and a corner was lifted. Zhou Zishu squatted beside him with a dazed expression.

    Jing Qi had never seen him like this before, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

    Zhou Zishu looked up at him blankly, pointed to Jixiang and asked, "You took it with you when you went to Guangdong and Guangxi, so you don't want to keep him?"

    Jing Qi waved his hand and asked Ping An to leave first. When only he and Zhou Zishu were left, he sighed softly and said, "I want to stay too, but I can't."

    Zhou Zishu turned his gaze back, as if he wanted to study Jixiang's corpse carefully, and after a long while, he seemed to respond: "Yes, I can't keep it anymore."

    "Zi Shu?"

    Zhou Zishu fell back and sat on the ground with his hands behind his back, his long hair hanging from his temples, and his face was indescribably depressed in the dark. He took a deep breath, bowed his shoulders, and stretched his hands  After wiping his face vigorously, Jing Qi walked up to him and found that his eyes were bloodshot, and he was very haggard after not seeing him for a day.

    I just heard him say: "Jiu Xiao went out today I met a little girl who sold singing in a restaurant. He gave the girl a little reward, and the girl gave him this." He took out a crumpled paper from his sleeve  The note, pass it to Jing Qi.

    Jing Qi took it over in doubt, and understood it with just one glance, his face turned pale immediately, and he raised his head suddenly: "Where is the person?"

    "Who?" Zhou Zishu smiled shyly, "You mean the girl from the restaurant? I'll take care of it, Liang Jiuxiao Liang Jiuxiao He said killing people pays for their lives, and asked me to pay for their lives."

    "I didn't think well." Jing Qi said in a low voice. The strong wind and waves came, but he didn't expect to turn the boat over with a little girl, but he couldn't say anything at this moment, "I made a mistake, Zishu,  If you want to beat or kill me later, I can do whatever you want, but this matter has to be dealt with cleanly, don¡¯t let others know, take me to see him first¡ªget up.¡±

    Following his strength, Zhou Zishu stood up and shook, silently watching Jing Qi ask people to prepare horses and carts, and then followed him out.

    Zhou Zishu's house is hidden behind a large silk and satin shop. The front door is closed, and a secret door leads to the backyard. There are many plum trees planted in the small yard. When the plum blossoms are in bloom, the fragrance can be spread far and wide.  Going inside, through a small corridor, there is another courtyard, but it looks much more fortified.

    Zhou Zishu took Jing Qi all the way to the innermost place, and pushed open a small broken door in a corner. There were several people guarding the door¡ªit turned out to be a grim-looking cell inside.

    Zhou Zishu said expressionlessly: "I locked him in."

    Jing Qi took a look at him, and hurriedly followed an old servant who was leading the way with a lamp. The cell looked like nine twists and turns, and every corner was guarded, which seemed to be stricter than the prison  Yes, all the way to the innermost part, Zhou Zishu stopped and refused to go in.

    Jing Qi glanced at the guard, and then said to the old servant who led the way: "Leave me a key, everyone, please go out for a while."

    He waited for everyone to retreat before he walked over and opened the iron door of the cage.

    Liang Jiuxiao huddled in the corner of the wall, and the food on one side did not move, and it was cold. When he saw Jing Qi coming in, he raised his head and looked at him numbly, with a strange smile on his mouth: "My lord, thank you for your hospitality that day."

    Jing Qi walked up to him without saying a word, looked at him condescendingly, his usually gentle and gentle face turned cold, as if he had brought a burst of oppression out of thin air.  So Liang Jiuxiao first moved his eyes away, stared at the corner of the wall and said firmly: "Is the prince here to be a lobbyist? I forgot, but you are also responsible for killing Zhongliang"

    Jing Qi suddenly reached out and picked him up.??You take care.  "

    He left quietly, and no one thought to close the opened cell. No matter how long Liang Jiuxiao sat inside, Zhou Zishu stood outside.

    It wasn't until the early morning of the second day that Liang Jiuxiao walked out step by step. When he saw Zhou Zishu, he didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he called out: "Senior brother"

    Zhou Zishu closed his eyes, didn't say anything, just opened his arms and took him into his arms.

    The world is complicated and cannot be thought deeply.  Contemplation is suffering.

    Those who can drink a pot of turbid wine and have great dreams come alive are great wise people, and they must also have great blessings.

    Liang Jiuxiao seemed to be silent all of a sudden, everything he believed in was overturned overnight, but somehow it stopped.  Both Zhou Zishu and Jing Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but they couldn't care about him at the moment¡ªsomething happened in the northwest.

    Jiang Zheng wrote a letter a few years ago about the hidden worries of the Northwest Spring City, and now that Jiang Zheng died, it was as if a curse had been fulfilled.

    Zhao Zhenshu and others have been sacked one after another. In previous years, the spring market was managed by Zhao Zhenshu, but when it came to the spring market in one year, the Waqla tribe in the northwest suddenly discovered that the officials who handled the affairs had changed a group of new faces.  Very dishonest.

    The Northwest has just been cleaned up, at this juncture, who would dare to commit crimes?  So for the common people in Daqing, there was less excessive expropriation, but for the Waqla people, it was just a large amount of secret transactions and the source of money was cut off.  Waqla was ambitious, and in recent years a remarkable figure had emerged. He was a leader named Gexi. In just a few years, all the barbarian tribes in the Northwest had already been subdued by him.  His territory is getting bigger and bigger, his power is getting bigger and bigger, and his ambition is naturally getting bigger and bigger.

    And finally, the opportunity for his ambition to burst his chest came.

    At the beginning of the summer of this year, the northwest was in a hurry and mutiny.  The Northern Pass of Daqing, which had been at peace for more than a hundred years, was attacked in vain. Basically, the half-disarmed defenders retreated steadily, losing nine cities in a row in one month.

    This time it's really changed.

    He Lianpei really knew something was wrong this time, and for several days in a row, he sat patiently on the dragon chair, listening to the officials and generals making the entire court meeting into a mess of thousands of ducks.

    In Jing Qi's heart, however, he had other plans.

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    It's Friday, comrades~~~ Wait for Friday to break it down next time~~~~~

    ps The story Uncle Qi said is actually an ancient philosophical question, a very famous story, I revised it into the ancient background, and saw that some students are arguing about various points of view, it is normal to have arguments, philosophy has always been  Survive the controversy.

    This story is a hot topic of debate among utilitarians, liberals, pure rationalists, etc., but Uncle Seven is not applying metaphysical Western philosophy to an ancient Eastern background.  The philosophical views of metaphysics are just academic ideas, and they are very extreme when they are applied to reality.  (This is probably the progress of dialectics==)

    Regarding a matter, how to look at it, different people will have different perspectives and starting points. When people have various selfish and public intentions, they will stand on different doctrines.  For example, Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle's goal is very clear, the country is stable and the people are happy, and then he can leave to live his own life without any psychological barriers. Serving the country and the people is something that has been educated to the bone since childhood.  I must agree, but I have been educated as a conditioned reflex. If I don¡¯t do this, my memory and conscience will condemn him. Seventh Uncle also has selfish intentions. He wants to make himself comfortable and will involuntarily seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.  Utilitarians, in fact, once he retires, his thoughts will be easier to understand. When he needs to choose between the two, he is utilitarian. When he needs to kill and save others, he is a passerby.  Because this is the choice of most people, accepted by most people's three views, that is, the mainstream, which is the so-called golden mean.

    Liang Jiuxiao disagreed because he did not stand in the perspective of the prince, so he did not have the height of one person below ten thousand people.

    This is just a language trap set up by Uncle Seven. Welcome children who like philosophy to continue the discussion^_^

    Recently, I couldn't find any good psychology books, so I became obsessed with philosophy again, so I became talkative again (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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