Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

Fang Qichen’s eyes widened when he heard this, and he was stunned in place, unable to move.

Only Jing Xingzhi knew that Fang Qichen held his hand very hard, as if he was trying to grasp something.

Everyone was surprised and looked at the flowers in fear, as if these flowers could eat people!

Zhang Kaiwei’s eyes widened, and he refused to believe that there was really something under the flowers.

But the sleeves were dug out, indicating that it was a piece of clothing. Clothes are worn by people, and what was underneath was self-evident and made people shivered just thinking about it.

“Maybe it’s just a piece of clothing?”

“But the chief said he saw something, maybe it’s that thing…”

There was a buzzing sound around, guessing everything, and the children were all pulled in by their mother and Amu inside behind the door. Children had light souls, and most of them were weak, so if they saw something supernatural, it might affect their souls.

Fang Qichen couldn’t hear anything in his ears. He calmed down for a while and said with difficulty, “Keep digging.”

Jing Xingzhi let the old man hold his wrist. It hurt a little, but he didn’t say anything.

The servants were cautiously digging the soil bit by bit with their tools. On the side of the half of the sleeve that was not rotten, a white finger bone came into view without any scratches.

The servant who was close to it was startled and jumped up from the flowers, trembling with his hand pointed and shouting.

“Ah! There are dead body! There are, there are dead body!”

As soon as the servant shouted, many timid people screamed out in fear and hid in their own houses. Only a few older teachers had worried expressions on their faces.

Zhang Qiwen also came up from behind. He looked at the chief with a dazed look on his face and said, “Do you want to call in someone from the government?”

The matter of dead people was a big deal! It was a murder case. The normal way to deal with it was not to touch the deceased and let the authorities came to check, so as not to destroy some evidence and delay the identification of the murderer.

Fang Qichen didn’t reply to Zhang Qiwen. He tremblingly walked forward into the flowers, grabbed the half of the blue sleeve, and pulled off a small piece.

Fang Qichen took the cloth and rubbed it twice in his hands, and then rolled out two silver threads.

The silver thread reflected the sun’s rays, making Fang Qichen’s eyes hurt. He held the cloth, tears falling from his eyes and streaking down his face.

The wife of a teacher asked in a low voice, “Are they made of feathered-silver blue cloth?”

The feathered-silver blue cloth was a tribute cloth ten years ago, with an output of no more than ten pieces a year. Only someone like Fang Qichen could get two pieces from the palace. The precious cloth Fang Qichen got were given to Qi Xinlan as a dowry.

Therefore, no one in Shui County could find anyone wearing clothes made of feathered-silver blue fabric.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” The husband scolded his wife in a low voice, which made no one dares to speak.

But even if everyone didn’t say it, they knew in their hearts that the person under the flowers was probably the beautiful young lady ten years ago – Qi Xinlan.

“Qiwen, go and call the officials and ask them to caught this widower.” Fang Qichen ordered, looking at Zhang Mingyu lying on the ground with a heavy look.

Jing Xingzhi didn’t know what the feathered-silver blue fabric was, but he knew Fang Qichen knew the dead person was died in vain.

So, he found enough reasons for Jing Xingzhi to “see ghosts”, and he even didn’t hesitate to bring the emperor as a warning, forcing people to dig up Zhang Mingyu’s territory.

Zhang Qiwen got the order and hurried to find someone.

It would obviously take a while to wait for the officials to come, but the job of digging up corpses was really not something ordinary servants could do.

In addition, Fang Qichen couldn’t bear to see the “people” who hadn’t been dug out yet, so he simply asked the servants to stop.

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Two quarters of an hour later, the county government officials and their assistants rushed to Huanshui Academy on horseback, and even the chief clerk, Wu Qing followed.

Wu Qing dismounted and saluted Fang Qichen: “I have met Chief Fang. I am Wu Qing, the chief clerk. Magistrate He asked me to take charge of this matter.”

Fang Qichen glanced at him and said directly: “Go let your subordinates dig. You have to be careful.”

When Wu Qing heard what he said, sweat started to fall from his forehead.

When digging up a dead person who had turned into bones, they had to be careful. Could it be that the person who died was an extraordinary person?

But there was no time for Wu Qing to think about it or inquire about it. He could only let the two most meticulous government servants to dig up the corpse, and kept telling them to be careful.

Soon, the body in a blue dress was revealed, with two black hairpins falling on both sides of the white-bone skull. With the hairpin was still on the head, it was exactly the attire that Fang Qichen was familiar which Qi Xinlan likes to wear.

Fang Qichen’s lips trembled a few times, and his breathing became rapid.

Jing Xingzhi realize that something was wrong, so he pinched the old man hard and said to him calmly: “Teacher!”

As soon as Jing Xingzhi finished speaking, Fang Qichen couldn’t help it anymore and cried out: “My heart! Qi Xinlan. Ah! Your godfather found out too late!”

Jing Xingzhi remembered the unknown Qi Xinlan, the goddaughter of his teacher. He supported the old man’s weak body.

Jing Xingzhi pretended to see the ghost, at first, he just wanted to torment Zhang Mingyu. Because Zhang Mingyu was Zhang Kaiwei’s uncle and also the deputy chief of the academy, Zhang Mingyu shields and protects Zhang Kaiwei’s actions.

For this kind of obvious flaw, no matter how hard it was, he would be lucky to find it.

But Jing Xingzhi really didn’t expect that the person who died was actually related to Fang Qichen. Just considering that the place was in the academy, it was normal for Fang Qichen to know others. But it was actually someone very close and dearly to the old man.

Fang Qichen was feeling sad right now, and all Jing Xingzhi could do was give him some peace.

The corpse was dug out, and the government officer used his experience to make an identification on the bones that had been buried underground for ten years.

Because it took so long, the person could not draw many conclusions.