Zhang Wangzhi turned to look back, smiled and nodded again.
He is clear and strict, but not harsh. Ye Feng learned very well.
Ye Feng quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to explain it when Zhang Wangzhi asked him.
Entering the back hall, Ye Feng was pulled by Zhang Wangzhi's sleeves and forced to sit down. Although he didn't know what he was doing, he felt like he was facing the dean, so he hurriedly sat down with his legs crossed.
But Zhang Wangzhi took something out of his arms, squatted down, and was about to help him take off his shoes.
Ye Feng was so frightened that he was about to jump up.
But my feet were caught, and I was afraid of hurting someone, so I could only bend down and stop them with my hands.
Zhang Wangzhi looked over lovingly: "It's my teacher who came late. Fortunately, you are able to get out of trouble on your own. Come on, roll up your trouser legs and apply medicine to the wound."
Ye Feng: "..."
I was at a loss and wanted to do it myself.
Zhang Wangzhi shook his head and smiled warmly: "Have you forgotten that my teacher is a good doctor? Leave the matter to those who are good at it. Have you forgotten my teacher's words?"
Ye Feng: "..."
He shyly retracted his hands, took off his shoes obediently, and rolled up his trouser legs, revealing the scars caused by the shackles.
Looking at the old man's sideburns and gray hair on the back of his head, his eyes suddenly felt sore and uncontrollably sour.
In their previous life, the old professor who taught them the art of autopsy was like this: meticulous, patient, kind, kind, and warm. He would take the trouble to care about everything from their studies to their daily worries.
Holding them one by one...like treasures in his palm.
Ye Feng's ability to learn outstandingly depends entirely on him, who is both his teacher and his father.
Unfortunately, he eventually became ill from overwork and passed away.
Ye Feng has never been able to let go.
In the original owner's memory, Zhang Wangzhi was like an old professor. During those days when teachers and students didn't get along much, he was so kind and kind to the original owner.
Only the original owner would be afraid of being disappointed by looking around, just like Ye Feng never dared to slack off at all after working.
"Okay, let's get up and take a walk. Fortunately, the time is short and no bones are injured. Just don't get wet for the next three days."
Zhang Wangzhi treated the wound quickly and well. Seeing that Ye Feng seemed to be distracted, he patted his legs twice and warned him gently.
Ye Feng nodded vigorously, closed his eyes forcefully, and hurriedly put on his trousers and put on his shoes.
Fortunately, ancient people were not prone to athlete's foot, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.
Zhang Wangzhi noticed the child's mood, smiled slightly, went to clean his hands, and asked casually: "What were you thinking about just now?"
Ye Feng almost blurted out the word "old professor", but finally stopped in time, turned his mind, and asked the question he particularly wanted to ask.
There are very large and many differences between the laws he learned from later generations and the laws of the current dynasty that the original owner learned. Just like those petty thieves in the dungeon, the original owner didn't think the punishment was too harsh, but Ye Feng couldn't accept it.
"Teacher, you are the highest law enforcement official in the country. Can you change the law?"
He remembered: this was included in his mentor's authority.
When Zhang Wangzhi heard this, he turned around in surprise. But after looking over, he turned back and sighed softly: "No."
After wiping the water off his hands, he walked back, sat down on the couch and looked at the gaps in the stone bricks on the ground. He said with some emotion that seemed to be off topic: "If you want me to die, I have to die."
Ye Feng understood instantly.
This is the ancient dynasty. There is usually a lot of control over the permissions, whether they exist, whether they should be used, and how to use them.
I feel stupid for asking. But there is also another sense of transparency.
If Chaolu is a weapon that can be changed at will in the hands of the king, then why doesn't it give law officials room to roam?
In the memory of the original owner: the mentor seems to have always adhered to this principle.
Sure enough, the teacher cheered up and said with a kind smile: "As long as you consider it from the perspective of the poor people. You have done a good job."
Ye Feng could tell that the phrase "well done" refers to his bold behavior of overstepping his authority and acquiring all the materials.
Sometimes, they need the courage and determination to dare to challenge the powerful.
The key is: fearlessness.
Ye Feng felt that he was quite fearless of the powerful in his previous life. When he stood in front of a leader, no matter how powerful he was, he would first observe the other person's basic physical data...
"Sir, it's time to eat."
At this time, a guard came in with food.
Zhang Wangzhi kindly stood up, took it, put it away, and said, "You should also seize the time to use more food."
"Uh-huh."
The guard nodded in agreement before turning around and going out.
Ye Feng felt that the relationship between his mentor and them was not like master and servant, but more like father and son. Seeing his mentor's great character made him admire and admire him even more.
In the previous life, he was like this; the original owner was like this, and now, they are both like this.
Thinking of something, Ye Fengsui took care of his mentor while he asked about a case that the original owner was very concerned about.
"Teacher, how is the investigation of the Guan Fen case you mentioned?"
Guan Fen, Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Like Zhang Wangzhi, he was also a legacy minister of the previous dynasty. He had outstanding achievements and was highly regarded by his majesties in both dynasties.
If His Majesty is now impatient with Zhang Wang who is always admonishing him because of his old age, he has no bad feelings towards Guan Fen.
Guan Fen was a very pure craftsman who had made great achievements in the country and the people. He never participated in court disputes. He was not the target of the East and West factories and the Jinyiwei Association.
In June last year, Guan Fen suddenly died of poisoning.
His Majesty was outraged, but to no avail so far.
This case is also close to Zhang Wangzhi's heart. He and Guan Fen have been friends for many years.
Now when Ye Feng mentioned it, he shook his head helplessly and said: "As a teacher, I have traveled all over the country, but I still don't know the source of the poison I received, which makes me feel quite ashamed. However, when it comes to the possible treatment of Guan I have some guesses about who Fen is attacking."
If the teacher is willing to speak out the guess, then it is quite confident.
Ye Feng was very curious and asked: "Are his sons trying to fight for the family property?"
The grievances of wealthy families, the inheritance of official positions, and the fight for the heir among six sons. The father and son are on different sides, which may lead to fratricide between the father and the son.
In fact, in Ye Feng's opinion, the relationship between fathers and children among wealthy people in ancient times was far worse than that in modern times.
Think about it, a home is divided into a front and a backyard, and all the women are in the backyard. When a boy reaches the age of seven, he will live in the front yard and in a separate courtyard. My father would leave early and come home late. When he came back, he would take exams for school assignments, and he would not even eat at the same table. How do you cultivate feelings?
Also, when it comes to fathers not caring for their children, the father’s impression of his children is that he is strict and not easy to get close to, right?
On the contrary, things in rural areas will always be better. At least they are together when they come in and out, and they can be heard even when they are sleeping.
Hearing this, Zhang Wangzhi gave Ye Feng a funny look.
"You still haven't changed your naughty nature. The law of filial piety is strict, and you have more than a dozen children under your control. If it was just a matter of fighting over family property, it would not be difficult to find out."
That's true.
Ye Feng wanted to search through the memory of the original owner to see if there was another possibility.
He wanted to stay with his mentor and take good care of him to make up for the regrets of his previous life. He also wanted to help his mentor resolve this knot, so that his mentor could have an easier time caring for him in old age.
He had to find a chance to examine Guan Fen's bones.
But I heard my mentor sigh and say, "It should be related to Lin Sijian."
