Fengzhe, You Have Killed A Scholar [I]

Fengze was the son of the Zhengxi general Chu Pingchuan, who had been stationed at Jinyang Pass in the northwestern border. He was born in a small town on the northwest border. When he was eight years old, both his parents died under the iron cavalry of the Xiliang army.

At that time, Chu Pingchuan had been married for several years, but he had been childless. Nevertheless he had a deep affection for his wife and determined not to accept any concubine. So he adopted the lonely and helpless lifestyle of his. Since the age of fifteen, Fengze had been guarding Jinyang Pass with Chu Pingchuan, rarely returning to his birth place. It had been ten years.

As Madame Chu grew older and was eager to think about grand children, Fengze was nearly twenty five years old and still hadn't married another woman yet. At the strong request of his wife, Chu Pingchuan asked Emperor Ming to transfer Fengze back to the capital.

Emperor Mingd expressed his gratitude to Chu Pingchuan for his merits in guarding the northwest. After recalling Fengze to the capital, he was named the General in charge of Zuo Jinwuwei, and was responsible for daily security inspections in the capital. To be compared to the modern era, it was equivalent to the post of the captain of the imperial capital's security brigade.

Zhao Ling thought of Fengze's serious and upright appearance, and felt that the old emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty was quite knowledgeable in assigning Fengze to the role of a general.

When Zhao Ruo learned that Zhao Ling had escaped safely in the alley that day, and had also met General Wuwei Fengze, she secretly gnashed her teeth in anger.

Although Chu Fengze was not born of General Chu Pingchuan, the Chu family treated him as if he had come out of them. It was said that Madame Chu could not have children.

According to Chu Pingchuan's undivided attitude towards his wife, it was unlikely that he would accept a concubine again in the future. Fengze was Chu. The only heir to the family. The Zhengxi General Mansion had guarded the northwest border for generations. Although it was not as good as the previous Xuanwang Mansion, it also had a considerable status.

Zhao Ruo snarled angrily. If she had known this, why bother to lead those hoodlums to that alley. The more she got angry, the more she snarled. She grabbed a glass bowl on the table and threw it to the ground fiercely.

Now she only hoped that she was worrying too much, and Zhao Ling didn't know that she was truly pregnant. Otherwise, why hadn't she moved after so many days?

If Zhao Ling knew what Zhao Ruo thought, she would definitely say, "You really think too much." She was not a person who must repay her.

As a forensic doctor, she was accustomed to life and death, forming her indifferent personality. She never entangled the past, but paid more attention to the future. She would not take the initiative to harm others, but if someone wants to harm her and the people around her, she would never back down.

And right now, she had a lot to do. The three-year scientific expedition of Dasheng Dynasty came, and all the candidates from all over the country gathered in the capital to participate in the examination. The business of Yipin Xuan and Luo Yufang became busy all of a sudden, and the opportunity to make money should naturally be seized.

Fengze was even more busy. During the scientific expedition, the security problem in the capital was particularly important. He couldn't get sloppy. He had just returned from the northwest and didn't know much about the situation in the capital. Jin Wuwei also needed to adapt.

Therefore, Fengze hadn't met Zhao Ling since that day. Naturally, Fengze didn't know that Zhao Ling was the woman whom the emperor bestowed marriage to prince Xuan.

As a young general full of ambitions and promising future, how could he care about the gossip about who and whom the emperor gave to marry him? As long as the object of marriage was not his own.

Just when Zhao Ling sighed that this kind of day of sleeping until he woke up naturally and counting money to get cramps was so pleasant, a burst of news, like a thunder in the sky, spread in the capital. One of the people died, and the murderer was Fengze.

The matter originated in the dispute between literary and martial arts. Since Emperor Ming took the throne, Dasheng Dynasty had been following the path of equal emphasis on civil and military affairs.

This was originally excellent, but after a long journey, it was inevitable that there would be stumbling reefs. Over the years, disputes between civilians and military generals had also occurred from time to time.

On that day, in the most lively restaurant in Beizhi, Tiang, a group of Wenju people and a group of Wuju people quarreled because of a disagreement. The two sides had a quarrel at first, but the literati was good at debating, and there was a mention of knife in the words. How could a group of martial arts scholars be able to deal with it? Martial arts scholars believe that they could be killed but not humiliated.

Hence, they raised their hands in combat as soon as anger came upon them, but the literati scholars did not show any weakness in backing down. The two factions scuffled and it frightened the shopkeeper who hurried to report the crime.

When Fengze arrived at the scene, the whole place was out of control. Fengze had to resort to violence, using force to forcibly pull them away. Wuju people still respect Fengze, and when he persuaded them to stop fighting, they agreed.

But there was a scholar who was beaten a few times by a certain martial artist, holding a grudge, and when the man let go and retreated to salute Fengze, he lifted a celadon vase and slammed it on the back of his head.

Fengze took a look at the man, and became very angry. Originally, he didn't have a good impression of these literate scholars who were full of themselves.

Now, seeing that the scholar was so insidious that he actually carried out a sneak attack behind another martial scholar, he pushed the martial artist away and threw the literati scholar to the ground with a palm of his hand.

But after the scholar fell to the ground, he never woke up, he died like this.