When the Confucian scholar rushed to the government office, Xiu'er had been covered by a white cloth and was lying flat on the ground with a pool of water stains under her body.

The Confucian scholar who was nearly fifty years old almost fainted.

The mediocre but not mediocre magistrate decided to investigate the matter seriously and invited the best widow from Linfu to conduct an autopsy.

…

"Your Excellency, there are no external injuries on the deceased's body, all his money is present, and there are no signs of having sex before his death."

"Oh? He didn't die because of seeking wealth or sex. Could it be that he didn't fall into the water?"

Liu Futai has been working for so many years, and he still has basic common sense, but his next sentence overturned his inference:

"My lord, there is no water in the lungs of the deceased. He should have been killed first and then thrown into the river."

"Since there were no external injuries, he was poisoned?"

"The silver needle probed the body and found no blackening."

The widower, who even the four great arresters in the capital had to respect him, answered truthfully.

"..."

Liu Futai was in trouble for a while. To be honest, his own abilities were limited, and he was able to sit in his current position only because of a well-spoken godfather in the court.

"My lord, you must know something, please tell me."

For a moment, the Confucian scholar who seemed to be much older begged Wu Zuo in a low voice. Although he was not involved in officialdom, he was better at observing words and expressions than Liu Futai in front of him. From Wu Zuo's expression, he knew that the other party must be hiding something.

This scholar, who was ranked among the best in the dynasty in terms of proficiency in martial arts, was a good-natured person. He had resigned many times due to unfair treatment in the court. Now seeing that the Confucian scholar's grievances could not be redressed, he couldn't bear the torment in his heart, so he finally spoke in a low voice:

"Don't tell anyone else about this matter. It's me who said it. Although my wife died strangely, based on my experience, she died of poison. It's just that the poison is unusual. In my opinion, it's probably related to the Tang Sect."

"Tangmen?!"

Liu Futai almost jumped up.

Logically speaking, a Jianghu sect would not cause such a violent reaction from the dignitary of the court, but as an official in Bashu, everyone understands a rule that cannot be taken lightly, that is, they would rather offend the emperor than offend the Tang sect.

Why?

If you offend the emperor, unless it is a serious crime of treason and deceiving the emperor, it will never involve the whole family. At most, it will be beheading or banishment.

But offending the Tang Clan is equivalent to annihilating the clan.

It’s not that Magistrate Liu is timid, there are too many bloody lessons learned from the past.

Living in Bashu, one has heard more or less shocking rumors about the Tang clan, and Confucian scholars are no exception.

He didn't know how his daughter, who had always stayed at home, offended the Tang family. He only knew that his daughter's life was in vain this time.

Magistrate Liu also looked embarrassed at this moment. He wiped the sweat from the top of his head and said politely to the Confucian scholar who was just a commoner:

"Brother Jiang, look at this..."

The Confucian scholar surnamed Jiang looked sad and shook his head, "Everyone is dead, and I don't want to embarrass the magistrate. Let's just leave it like this. It just hurts the children."

Upon hearing this, Magistrate Liu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said:

"Brother Jiang, don't worry. Xiu'er's funeral will be taken care of by the government office. There are still children. I will help him find a wet nurse and I will pay for it."

The next day, news came out from the government office that Xiu'er couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide by jumping into the river. The prefect was furious and threatened to arrest the person who spread the rumor...

Matchmaker Lu escaped from the city overnight, and everyone in Jialu City was in danger.

I really live up to that saying: Don’t do anything wrong in your life, and you won’t be surprised if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night.

…

Fifteen years later, it was the autumnal equinox time when crabs were fat again. The old Confucian scholar walked out of the city carrying three half-price river crabs that he had just bought after spending a long time in his left hand and a pot of rice wine in his right hand.

Less than three miles out of the city gate, a secluded small courtyard came into view. On weekdays, there were not many guests here. Usually the old Confucian scholar would buy two river crabs, one for himself and his grandson, and he would save as much wine as he could.

"Old Jiangtou, you are back, are you buying Panhai again?"

A young man was lying on the fence of the small courtyard with a playful smile, stretching his head and looking at the crab in the old Confucian scholar's hand.

Panhai, or Panghai, is what the Bashu people call crabs. The young man who speaks a standard Bashu accent now is not from Bashu.

When the old Confucian scholar saw the young man, a rare smile appeared on his face and asked:

"Why don't you go into the house? Xiucheng isn't here?"

"Don't mention it, it's not like you don't know that that guy and I are not on the same page, and I became sour after reading a few books.

If all the scholars are like this, then the homes of those great scholars in the capital will smell as bad as vinegar. Let me tell you, we can still talk to each other."

As the young man spoke, he stepped forward to take the rice wine from the old scholar's hand, then unceremoniously opened the cork and took a sip.

"Take a small mouthful. If you drink it all in a while, you won't be able to eat drunken crab today."

"Don't think I don't know, but there are still several jars of good wine buried in your yard."

The young man said this, but he still put the stopper on it honestly.

"How did you know?"

The old Confucian scholar looked surprised. That was his favorite. He had planned to keep it for his grandson to drink when he got married.

The young man pointed at his nose and said, "I am not very talented, and people in the world call me the Howling God Dog."

"If you're the only one who can return a magical dog, I think it's not as good as my Ah Huang."

At this time, a cold voice came from inside the house, and then, a young man wearing a white gown walked out of the house.

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