Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

Kapitel 108

As for comparing Hei Shilang and Nangong Xue, the assassin did kill more people, but he also lost his family, friends, reputation, and status, and his life was filled with darkness. I think Nangong Xue cannot be compared with this kind of person.

Or perhaps, at that time, people merely regarded assassins as weapons, which was a tragedy for them as well. This is precisely why Wuhua was destined to die while Zhongyuan Yidianhong was able to live.

Justice at that time was minimal and had not reached the level of modern justice. As Li You said, if you want true justice, you must be an enemy of certain people. If you can't, then you can only follow the small justice before you—a life for a life, while weapons can be overlooked.

This issue needs no further explanation; many friends already understand it. For those who don't, I can only wish that you will one day travel back in time and gather all the heroes for a symposium on the topic of "the issue of abolishing the assassin profession."

Some people blame He Bi. Strictly speaking, He Bi did work for the court, and what he maintained was only a small amount of justice. But in a society without great justice, if even small justice is abandoned, wouldn't things be even more chaotic?

Therefore, I don't think he did anything wrong.

Just as there are loopholes in the law, what would be the consequences if we stopped obeying the law because of that?

The greater people's understanding, the greater the justice; justice resides in the hearts of the people.

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I don't write for a living. My job is already tiring enough; if I had to use scheming techniques in my writing, I'd probably be exhausted by now. "Easy to write, easy to read" is the ideal I strive for. Therefore, my stories feature ordinary female protagonists and intelligent characters, but never overly complex or deep-seated schemes. There are no characters constantly weighing pros and cons; I don't have the time, inclination, or inclination to create such characters. Perhaps I'm just too tired of reality. I never write about utterly evil villains, and I will continue down this path. If any of you are unfortunately shocked by this, I apologize in advance. :)

The next one might be a comedy; I feel uncomfortable writing too many serious dramas.

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In short, thank you for reading this book, and I sincerely thank all the friends who have supported me all this time. Even if there were any unpleasant experiences while reading, I hope you can all wave goodbye and say bye-bye with a relaxed attitude :)

Extra Chapter: Such Bullying (Li Yang's Extra Chapter)

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:40 Word Count: 3991

"...Let's do it here."

"Have you thought it through?" (98)

Okay.

"No going back on your word."

Two children, a boy and a girl, were squatting facing each other in the yard. The girl was sweet-looking, and her bright green dress made her look even more lively, like a tender sapling in spring.

The boy was a little older, around ten years old. His handsome face was framed by a purple robe, and his eyes were bright as water. His long, fine eyelashes curled slightly upwards, making him look very playful.

He glanced casually at the ground, picked up a small stone, scratched it, and then threw it away: "Hurry up, it's your turn!"

The girl pouted: "I need to think about it slowly..."

Just then, a roar came: "Hey, you little rascal!"

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Upon hearing this, the girl couldn't help but giggle: "Brother Li's name is clearly Li Hao, how come he's become a scoundrel again?"

The child glared at her, quickly stood up, brushed off his clothes, and laughed, "You go back first, my mother is looking for me, no more playing today!"

The girl asked reluctantly, "When will we gamble again?"

"Tomorrow or the day after is fine, I'll come see you when I have time... Hurry up and leave, don't let my mother see us, she doesn't like you all hanging around me."

"Brother Li keeps his word, I'll be waiting for you."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The girl then left happily.

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In the blink of an eye, a pretty but fierce-looking young woman hurriedly walked down the corridor and stood in front of the child with a stern face. The child immediately rolled his eyes and obediently lowered his head.

Where is your sister?

"She was fighting with Brother He, who said her cartoon drawing was ugly."

“What’s wrong with cartoons? They just don’t know how to appreciate them!” Yang Nianqing glared. “She’s only seven years old, how could she possibly beat He Ping? Aren’t you going to help her?”

“Uncle He was there too, so Brother He didn’t dare to fight back,” the child laughed. “When I came over, he was being chased by his sister and had nowhere to run, so he jumped onto the top of the pavilion.”

"That's more like it," she said, relieved, but then remembered something else. "You call him 'uncle'? You should call him Uncle He!"

He said he was older than his father.

"Nonsense! Your father is older than him. Didn't you see He Ping call your father 'uncle'?"

The child muttered, "That's in front of Dad, so Brother He wouldn't dare not call him that."

She threatened, "Whom do you listen to?"

The child said with a pained expression, "But I'll get beaten up if I call him 'uncle' in front of him."

"You got beaten up?" Yang Nianqing quickly softened her tone, patted his head, and looked at the courtyard gate with a puzzled expression. "The one you were playing with just now seemed to be Grandpa Mo's granddaughter?"

“It’s her,” the child said with a headache. “She keeps pestering me to teach her to write, as well as Uncle Wang’s sister, Sister Wei, and Academician Liu’s granddaughter… They don’t dare to ask Brother He, so they all come to bother me!”

She dismissed it: "Then teach him."

The child sighed, "They can all write so well, there's no need to teach them, they just want to play with me!"

Yang Nianqing then realized what was happening, chuckled twice, bent down and hugged him, and kissed his handsome little face: "Our son is so charming!"

The child struggled awkwardly and cried out, "Mom, don't let anyone see you like this!"

"What's wrong with having a dear son?" she said with a smile, letting go of him. "That little Mo girl is very obedient. How did you send her away?"

The child wiped his face, tugged at his clothes, and said irritably, "Of course she has to listen to me."

She laughed and asked, "What happened?"

“I made a bet with them that whoever beat me at Connect Four would get to play with me,” the child said, beaming with pride. “But they definitely can’t beat me, so I’ll have some peace and quiet.”

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bet?

Yang Nianqing's face darkened, and without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped him: "I told you not to make a bet!"

The child quickly rolled away, leaped onto a nearby tree, and angrily shouted, "Why did you hit me again!"

"I'm going to hit you!" She looked up at the tree, her face filled with murderous intent. "Instead of studying properly, you've learned these tricks from your father. What else has he taught you!"

The child rolled his eyes and suddenly chuckled, "Daddy said that besides his wife, only a fool gets beaten by a woman."

"What?" she sneered, pointing a finger at him. "Get down here!"

Kids aren't stupid.

She snapped, "Aren't you coming down or not?"

“I’m not coming down,” the child blinked, clinging to the tree trunk and looking down at her. “If I come down, I’ll get a beating. You’re a mother, not a wife. If a woman beats you, Dad will laugh at you.”

She laughed in anger: "He wouldn't dare..."

As the mother and son were locked in a stalemate, a magnetic voice rang out: "Have you gotten into trouble again?"

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In the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared in front of me.

His eyes were full of joy, and his long eyelashes were curled up gracefully. At first glance, this person was simply a larger version of the child in the tree, only much more mature.

"Father!"

Where is Ying'er?

“What wins? She always loses. She lost badly at Go to me, and then Brother He laughed at her paintings, so she got angry and chased after Brother He to hit him,” the child said with a grin. “Why don’t we change her name to her brother’s? Li Shu would be more appropriate.”

Li You suppressed a laugh: "That makes sense."

"What kind of logic is that!" Yang Nianqing grabbed him. "Get him down right now!"

Li You didn't ask any more questions, and said to the child, "Get down!"

The child refused, saying, "My mother will beat me."

"If a woman can't hit you, your dad certainly can," she sneered, turning to Li You. "You don't want to get beaten up, do you? Hurry up and figure out a way to drag him down here!"

Li You smiled wryly: "He did something wrong, so why should I get a beating?"

"His lightness skill is so good, it's all thanks to you teaching him!"

"It would be strange if his wife chased after him and beat him all day long."

"I don't care, if I can't beat him up, I'll beat you up."

Before he finished speaking, an old man in his sixties came out from behind the artificial hill: "Good boy, come and play chess with me!"

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Although his old face had been mercilessly eroded by the years, it was still much better looking than most elderly people of the same age. Moreover, he had a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, and his long eyelashes were beautifully curled up in the sunlight.

Compared to the two figures in front of him, one large and one small, this face had a more serious expression.

The child cried out as if seeing a savior: "Grandpa, Mom's going to beat me!"

The old man looked at Yang Nianqing beside him and said sternly, "It must be because you're disobedient! Come here to play chess, what a wimp! What's wrong with giving me a beating? Kids won't grow tall without getting a beating. Get down here!"

Yang Nianqing nodded in agreement, gritting her teeth and grinning mischievously: "Yes, yes, your mother will make you grow taller."

The child cried out anxiously, "Grandpa!"

Yang Nianqing nudged Li You: "If you don't want to get beaten up, go and drag him down!"

Li You looked pained and glared at the child: "Did you hear me? How can you be so unfilial, watching your father get beaten?"

The child laughed and said, "You have to get beaten up to grow taller."

After saying that, he leaped and disappeared outside the wall.

Sensing the murderous glares around him, Li You murmured, "I'll go teach him a lesson for Madam!"