Lin Sijian, the original owner was very impressed.
Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, grandfather of the fourth prince. The children are promising, and the person himself is powerful. According to what the original owner heard, the fully equipped county magistrate seemed to have bought it from Lin Sijian's son-in-law Yan Hongda.
This Sanshi County belongs to Tongjiang Prefecture, and Yan Hongda is the military commander of Tongjiang Prefecture.
"It seems that the people involved in the matter have taken sides."
Ye Feng replied nonchalantly.
Although the history he learned was not of much use to this imaginary dynasty, he knew very well what the previous dynasties would fight for for that big position.
No wonder this case is so difficult to investigate.
Zhang Wangzhi nodded speechlessly, but his expression looked heavy.
Ye Feng realized that he was too much in the perspective of a bystander, and that his mentor was deeply involved and suffered deeply, so he quickly changed the topic.
"How are you feeling? Is everything okay at home?"
"My master's body and bones are still good. I have Zi Cong in charge of my family, so I have nothing to worry about. This time my master was ordered to inspect the administration of officials in various places. I heard from the prefect of Tongjiang that something happened to you, so I will come here."
Zhang Wangzhi changed the topic kindly and told him why he came.
The Zi Cong he was talking about was his second son Zhang Jian, who was the right minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs at that time.
Patrolling various places, hunting on behalf of heaven is so majestic. However, Ye Feng not only did not feel the ambition of his mentor, but also heard some meaning in his mentor's words that he wanted to "beg for bones".
After all, only if he retreats can Zhang Jian make further progress.
On the contrary, he spoke very lightly about wanting to rescue him.
In fact, at the speed of a horse-drawn carriage, traveling from Tongjiang Fucheng to Sanshi County in two days, not to mention the pain and turbulence, required almost no sleep.
"Thank you, mentor."
Ye Feng was deeply moved.
This also contains the great trust of his mentor in him.
Zhang Wangzhi smiled kindly and raised his hand to pat Ye Feng on the head.
It seemed to comfort him, but also seemed to be afraid that he would be burdened.
Light and shallow, but thick.
"Zixiu, tell your teacher about the growth and confusion you have experienced this year."
The tears flashing in Ye Feng's eyes made Zhang Wangzhi change the topic.
"good."
Ye Feng nodded hurriedly, and then asked his mentor about matters related to the case.
This is what interests both teachers and students the most.
As a result, we had a great conversation and continued to discuss various difficult cases.
This is also the best and fastest way for Ye Feng to understand the laws and regulations of the current dynasty.
From Zhang Wangzhi's body, he could deeply feel the boundless wisdom of the ancients and the continuous changes in laws and regulations over the past thousands of years.
Some of his ideas and insights also made Zhang Wangzhi feel novel, inspired, enlightened and filled with fear.
Ye Feng saw that he really had a mind full of hills and valleys, and the sea was open to all rivers, so he no longer was too cautious and spoke more and more appropriately.
The collision of ancient and modern times makes it seem like you are in the long river of time, wandering comfortably in it.
Before I knew it, it was already late at night.
Before he knew it, Ye Feng had fallen asleep.
In the dream, there was fire.
Many men in black attacked the county government at night, and Mengshi's people were fighting to the death with them.
The screams kept ringing out, the figures kept falling, a lot of blood...
Mentor, mentor!
He wanted to shout, but couldn't. He wanted to rush forward, but he couldn't move. He could only watch his mentor angrily scold the murderer and then be killed.
He seemed to know that he was dreaming and wanted to wake up, but couldn't. The soul is inexplicably restless.
The dream shifted to a narrow space again, and kept bumping and bumping, as if drifting with the current.
Until a huge wave hit him, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
The first reaction was...it seemed like I was wearing it again?
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything like hellfire, only the dark brown bedclothes in front of me.
Looking up and looking around, I was still on the antique Babu bed, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.
The natural primary color furniture of yellow pear wood throughout the house reflects a faint warm light under the candlelight. Opposite the bed is a couch covered with thick blankets. On the pear wood table in the center of the couch, there is a set of tea sets that reflects the color blue. From the spout of the teapot, you can see a faint stream of water vapor.
Ye Feng didn't see the charcoal basin, but also saw the half-open window.
The air in the room is very cool, making people feel comfortable for their heart and lungs.
On the treasure shelf that serves as a barrier to the main room, there are no antique ornaments of any kind, only a pile of thick books, albums, records, etc. It was so blocked that I couldn't even see what was going on in the main room.
From the tea set alone, Ye Feng could tell that he had not traveled through time again.
I wonder if I was moved to the county government office after I fell asleep.
Suddenly I felt something stuck in my sleeve, which made my arm itchy and painful, so I shook my hand...
A smaller version of Brother Flathead rolled out, the size of a fist.
Then the "two people" looked at each other with big eyes.
"So you can also zoom in and out?"
Ye Feng found it quite interesting.
Now he was sure he wasn't wearing any more. fine.
He wanted to try Brother Pingtou's new function, but when he thought of those scenes in his dream, Ye Feng was about to get up and go find his mentor.
A burst of sad music suddenly reached his ears with the wind.
Sad and mournful, like weeping and complaining, like a heartbroken person at the end of the world, and like a ghost in the underworld who has never returned. The sound of mournful music was very close, as if it was within the county government office.
Ye Feng was confused.
Is it possible that anyone else dares to bury Quan Cai or the Ma family? Who has eaten the leopard's gall?
Lift the quilt and get ready to put on your shoes. I'm going to dig out the leopard's guts and send this stuff away with me.
I saw the flat-headed brother shaking his hair, jumping out of bed, picking up one of his cloth boots and running to the treasure shelf.
Ye Feng rubbed his forehead with two fingers and subconsciously ordered him to return the cloth boots.
But it didn't give it, and even retreated.
Only then did Ye Feng notice the strange look in its eyes. The behavior of picking up shoes is not naughty, but it seems that he just doesn't want to get out of bed.
"Is there anything you don't want me to see?!"
Ye Feng suddenly felt his heart tremble.
Thinking of those dreams, he jumped out of bed barefoot and ran to the window on the left facing the outside. Looking around, there was no familiar scene.
This is not a county government office. The most important thing is outside...
Manfu is full of grain!
There are white lanterns on the tall lampposts that are visible to the naked eye, and white curtains are hung on the big trees. On the nine-winding corridor, the white curtains blown by the cold wind convey an extremely sad feeling.
Could it be that he died? .
But the original owner’s family were all in Qizhou Prefecture, and they were all from rural areas. Where did they get this big house? Was it given to me by my mentor? And then he was so sad that he died again?
What a bullshit!
Ye Feng put one hand on the window edge and was about to turn over and go out to take a look.
Suddenly, I heard a soft creak at the door of the hall, and there were steady footsteps, followed by a steady voice of a strange man asking: "Are you awake?"
Ye Feng turned back.
I saw a man about 35 years old with a dark complexion, a short beard on his lips, deep facial features, and a tall and thin figure. He opened the curtain and came in.
The man was wearing sackcloth and mourning, with an expressionless face.
Dumb.
Ye Feng shouted in his heart the nickname the original owner secretly gave this person. This person is Zhang Wangzhi's second son Zhang Jian and Zhang Zicong.
Ye Feng looked at him, and then at the white linen cloth on his body, and suddenly felt that his legs were not sure whether they were frozen or cold, and he was a little unable to stand.
I want to ask something, but no sound comes out when I open my mouth.
Zhang Wangzhi is not only respected and loved by the original owner, but also Ye Feng, who also admires and respects him after dealing with him. He was as friendly as the old professor from his previous life.
No...no more?
I just slept for a while, and it was just gone, wasn’t it?
Ye Feng felt his eyes getting hot, and suddenly thought: Don't make random guesses, maybe it's Zhang Jian's grandfather or something?
