Relatively speaking, the life of the people at the emperor's feet was a little more comfortable, and watching and eating melons had become their basic talent.
Not long after Wei Shicheng fell under the carriage, no less than a hundred people had gathered at the door of Literary Residence. After seeing the official robe on Jia Cong, there was a lot of discussion immediately.
Jia Cong didn't think about driving away these melon-eaters. The more some things are concealed, the more rumors there are. On the contrary, it is more beneficial to him to put them in the open.
None of the scholars who came out of the literati residence had a simple identity. Jia Cong did not recognize them, but he recognized the materials of the scholar uniforms they wore.
The lowest grade is all precious Shu brocade. The person who can call Jia Cong by his name in the capital is probably a child of some high-ranking family.
Among them, he was obviously the leader. He only glanced at Wei Shicheng, who was lifeless on the ground, and immediately pointed at Jia Cong and scolded: "Jia Cong, how dare you kill people, do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?"
Um?
Jia Cong looked confused. He seemed to have said nothing or done nothing.
"Jia Cong, you killed Senior Brother Wei, God's law is clear. I'm here today, don't even think about escaping!"
Not to mention anything else, this guy is pretty good at keeping a high profile.
When Jia Cong saw that he opened his mouth again and was about to "feel sad", he immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Stop! Let me ask first, who are you?"
"This is the most talented man in the capital, the fifth son of Wu Da's family, the left minister of the Ministry of official affairs, brother Wu Mingrunwu."
The Master's son will naturally be a bitch. The Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs has a high position and is the first person under the Heavenly Official.
Wu Mingrun's father, Wu Xi, was born as a second-grade Jinshi. After ten years of official service, he returned to the capital and rose to the rank of Zuo Shilang, a third-rank official.
The thirty-seven-year-old minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs has a bright future and there are many people in the court who are fawning.
But Jia Cong has never been afraid of anyone before. He is just a minister of the Ministry of Official Affairs. His father has even beaten the prince. As a son, he should be able to beat a minister of the Ministry of Etiquette. Nothing will happen.
Even if there were two thick legs in the palace, it wouldn't be a big deal!
Jia Cong pretended to be surprised and asked: "The most talented person in the capital? Shouldn't it be me?"
The person who had just introduced Wu Mingrun seemed to have been greatly insulted, and he jumped up and said: "Shameless person, you are a vulgar martial artist, but you dare to claim to be the most talented person in the capital! Brother Wu is the person who has topped the list of the imperial examination in the third year of the imperial examination. Poetry." How dare you compare with Brother Wu in painting double skills!".z.br>
"When it comes to painting, I admit that I can't compare with him. But this time of writing poetry... ha!"
Jia Cong's face was full of sarcasm and he tsked: "Let's start a team battle. You all join together. If you can beat me once, I will lose!"
Just one sentence made the man choke and blush.
What a joke, any poem written by Jia Cong is not the best among the best. Who in the Imperial College dares to say that he can be half as talented as Jia Cong.
Wu Mingrun finally stood up, waved his hands and said: "You are of the same age, a little fame is not worth fighting for. Our purpose today is not to compete with who can write poetry, but to seek justice for Senior Brother Wei. We must not let this thief go away peacefully. go."
"Brother Wu is right!"
"Yes, yes, we, the disciples of the saints, must uphold justice..."
What a group of shameless and shameless people. If Wei Shicheng could see the faces of these people, he would probably be furious.
The body has been there for so long, and this group of people are still targeting Jia Cong. No one has thought of going to the Wei family to say something, or to report it to an official.
Jia Cong noticed something was wrong and secretly warned in his heart.
"Then you continue shouting slogans. I will send your Senior Brother Wei to the Grand Prime Minister's home first..."
"Don't leave!"
"I killed Senior Brother Wei, how can I let you run away!"
As if they were annoyed by Jia Cong's indifferent expression, all of them, except Wu Mingrun, rushed forward a few steps and were about to catch Jia Cong...
Hearing a swish sound, Jia Shiyi pulled out the long knife from his waist and said, "You are so bold that you dare to rush into the nobles. Do you want to rebel?"
In front of the ice weapon, these people all stopped rushing forward in horror.
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They turned their attention to Wu Mingrun who was standing on the steps and quietly asked for the next instructions.
Wu Mingrun cursed in his heart a loser, and took a step forward and said, "Jia Cong, Senior Brother Wei died under the wheels of your family. You can't leave until the matter is found out!"
"That's it, then I won't leave."
Jia Cong raised his hand, and the soldiers went directly into the teahouse, moved a chair, Jin Dao Da Ma sat down in front of the door, and said with a smile: "Originally I was too lazy to take care of this matter, but since you are kindly inviting me, then I will act as the county magistrate today and investigate this case!"
"The guy upstairs, you see clearly, it's not that I'm looking for trouble, it's the son of the left servant of the Ministry of Civil Affairs who wants me to investigate the case!"
When Jia Shiyi told him that the Qufu Kong family was behind Literary Residence, Jia Cong had already made up his mind to take care of this matter.
When Wu Mingrun and others wanted to target him for some unknown reason, Jia Cong's first reaction was that someone was behind the scenes.
I went all over the capital to find out which family in the capital had lost their minds and dared to cause trouble for Jia Cong. These inexperienced second-generation officials were probably deceived, and it was ridiculous to use such clumsy tactics to smear Jia Cong's name.
No one among the literati responded to Jia Cong's words, but Wu Mingrun and others obviously changed their expressions, which proved Jia Cong's guess.
"Still not coming out? It's okay. You will come out in a while."
Jia Cong didn't care and took the tea cup sent by the soldiers. The aroma of tea was fragrant.
He sipped the tea and waited quietly. Wu Mingrun and others wanted to scold Jia Cong, but were frightened by the soldiers who had formed their formation.
There were originally a lot of melon-eating people watching, but Wu Mingrun provoked him to hate the powerful for their disregard for human life. But now they noticed something was wrong and gradually calmed down.
Wu Mingrun felt that he had caught a flaw, and suddenly said: "Even if it is an investigation, it should be investigated by the Yamen. Your Jia family's carriage hit and killed Senior Brother Wei. If you come to investigate, doesn't it mean that the thief wants to catch the thief?"
Jia Cong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who said that what I want to investigate is the death of Wei Shicheng?"
嘘嘚嘚嘚……
The earth trembles and the horses' hooves pound.
"The Dragon Guards are handling the case, everyone else, please get out of the way!"
coming!
"Yang Zhenbang, the last general of Longjingwei North Town, Fusi Qianhu, was ordered to come and pay homage to Lord Qianshi!"
Wow!
"Greetings to Mr. Qianshi!"
The three hundred dragon guards all shouted their greetings, making Wu Mingrun and others' faces instantly turn extremely pale.
Jia Cong smiled slightly, stood up and put his hands behind his back: "Get up, surround the literati residence for me. Today I want to take a good look at this literati residence. What is there that would make a good person come here in a panic in broad daylight?" Such a level!"
Swish, swish, swish!
These three hundred elite Dragon Imperial Guards from the North Town of Fusi quickly formed their formations with just one order, completely surrounding the scholar's residence.
Wu Mingrun immediately changed his face, bowed to Jia Cong and said, "Since you want to investigate the case, the student will not disturb you and leave first..."
"Don't, it would be too bad to just leave like this."
Jia Cong never let them leave. With a wave of his hand, several Dragon Guard soldiers armed with swords approached Wu Mingrun and others.
"Sir, why is this happening? I was just eager to seek justice for Senior Brother Wei, and I just misunderstood you."
Wu Mingrun looked at the approaching Dragon Guards and immediately panicked.
Just now, I and others saw from upstairs that Wei Shicheng crashed into the Jia family's carriage and died on the spot, so they thought of pouring the basin of sewage directly on Jia Cong.
Anyway, everyone saw that Wei Shicheng died after falling under the wheels of the Jia family's carriage and being run over.
This kind of thing happens all the time in the capital, and 99% of the time it's the people taking the bus who are unlucky. This basin of sewage is so wonderful. In Wu Mingrun's eyes, Jia Cong couldn't hide even if he wanted to.
Unexpectedly, Jia Cong had no intention of hiding at all, not to mention that it also involved something he hated deeply - hibiscus cream!
"Come, go to the Ministry of Personnel and the Imperial College and invite Minister Wu and Li Jijiu to come over.
"
thump!
Wu Mingrun felt dizzy for a while and collapsed directly to the ground.
Jia Cong walked forward, leaned over and smiled: "Young man from Wuhan University, don't be impatient, there are a lot of fun things to do today."
The furnishings of the Literary Residence are mainly elegant, but the materials used are all the best among treasures. At least, except for the Rongxi Hall, such good materials have never been used in Rongguo Mansion.
The Confucius family in Qufu, descendants of saints, are indeed extravagant!
The large huanghuali wood is just used as the facade of a teahouse. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I guess the Dragon Head Palace is not that luxurious.
As soon as he entered, a middle-aged Confucian scholar came down from the second floor. He bowed slightly and said, "I, Kong Lingren, have met Lord Jia."
"Kong Lingren? Who are you, Duke Yansheng, of the Kong family in Qufu?"
Upon hearing Jia Cong's inquiry, Kong Lingren proudly replied: "Dong Yansheng is my uncle."
"A descendant of a saint, no wonder you are so bold!"
Jia Cong looked at the seemingly gentle Kong Lingren, suddenly his face turned cold, and asked: "I ask you, how did you kill Wei Shicheng?"
Kong Lingren was not frightened by Jia Cong's sudden question. Instead, his face was filled with doubts and he asked: "Didn't Master Wei Shicheng get hit to death by Mr. Jia's carriage?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. After a while, everything will be revealed. Someone, come and search for me!"
Jia Cong sneered, waved his hand, and the Long Guards who rushed into the teahouse were ready to search.
"Wait!"
Kong Lingren's expression finally changed, and he shouted loudly: "Literati Residence is the property of Yan Shenggong's mansion, and the plaque was inscribed by Yan Shenggong himself. Let me see who dares to be so presumptuous!"
Jia Cong laughed out loud: "Yang Qianhu, someone actually used Shenggong Yan to suppress the Dragon Guards. What should I do?"
Yang Zhenbang took advantage of the situation and laughed loudly: "The Dragon Guards are the emperor's personal soldiers. They are ordered by the emperor to arrest lawbreakers. If they dare to obstruct them and accuse them of treason, they will be executed without mercy!"
"Did you hear that? Kong Lingren, you can try to see if the Dragon Guard's sword is sharp enough to cut off the plaque written by Duke Yansheng that you made."
Jia Cong waved his hand again, and the Long Guards immediately spread out and searched every part of the tea house carefully.
Kong Lingren wanted to stop him, but Yang Zhenbang stood in front of him with a knife. He could only watch the dragon guards driving away the guests in the building and rummaging around.
The official circle where literati lived in the capital was extremely famous, and many literati and refined scholars came to the teahouse for banquets and gatherings.
Today, many people gathered in the private rooms on the second and third floors. The previous quarrel downstairs had already made them aware. When the Long Guards went from private room to private room to clear the place, almost everyone followed Long. The guards came to the lobby on the first floor.
Fortunately, the lobby on the first floor is spacious enough, and dozens of people can stand there. Jia Cong just took a cursory glance around and saw a familiar face among them.
"Brother Wei is here too?"
"A few of my classmates from the Imperial College and I took advantage of the break to come here to have tea and discuss poetry. We didn't expect to meet Brother Cong."
Wei Ruolan didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing today, so she introduced the classmates around her to Jia Cong with a wry smile.
He was originally a son of a prince, but due to his frailty since childhood, he was unable to pursue the path of military affairs. He could only find an opportunity to receive divine grace and enter the Imperial Academy to study literature.
Jia Cong clasped his fists in return, and after a few words of greeting, asked someone to go to the carriage and call Baoyu in.
He leaned close to Baoyu's ear and whispered: "Brother Bao, didn't you ask me a few days ago how terrible hibiscus ointment is? I will show you in a moment."
As expected by Jia Cong, the scholar hid a large amount of hibiscus paste in the room. In the monastery in the backyard and in the elegant room upstairs, many people puffed out smoke with their pipes after the Long Guards rushed in. fog.
It's ridiculous that a descendant of a dignified saint would let a Confucian disciple take the drug. If Saint Kong knew about it, he would probably use his fist as big as a sandbag to beat the seemingly gentle Kong Lingren to death!
After the crowd gathered on the first floor saw the hibiscus ointment confiscated by the Long Imperial Guard, everyone they knew was horrified, and several people dodged their eyes. Jia Cong did not point it out on the spot, but
Let people write it down secretly.
More and more hibiscus creams were inspected, and the sweat on Kong Lingren's forehead became more and more obvious.
"Kong Lingren, His Majesty has decreed that Aipin is prohibited. How do you explain these things?"
Jia Cong pointed at the hibiscus paste piled up in the lobby and said coldly: "I will kill you for hiding and selling hibiscus paste. Can you plead guilty?"
Even though his face was pale, Kong Lingren still shook his head and denied: "Sir, Mr. Jia, Literary People never do anything that violates the laws of the country. These things are not hibiscus ointment, but Five Stone Powder! Suckling Five Stone Powder is an elegant thing for me as a scholar. , Mr. Xiao Jia comes from a family of martial arts, so it’s normal to not understand these things. But please don’t use filthy things like hibiscus ointment to taint the name of literati like us!"
"So quibbling, five stones scattered? It's really ridiculous!"
Jia Cong waved to others: "Go and bring all those drug addicts up, let our Kong Yashi see what the five-stone powder in his mouth has turned into!"
Jia Cong knows only too well how terrifying people who take drugs are. On the way to the drug addicts being brought one by one, many of them were in hallucinations, and some even fought with the Dragon Guards in order to fight for their restraints.
Even though some of these addicts were as skinny as a stick, under the stimulation of hibiscus ointment, they actually burst out with amazing strength.
A soldier of the Dragon Guard was accidentally knocked to the ground, his forehead hit the stone steps, and he was bleeding.
Not long after, more than a dozen smiling and silly people were dragged into the already crowded lobby on the first floor. What was surprising was that these more than ten people were all wearing Imperial College uniforms...
"Li'er! Li'er, what did you do to my son?"
"Brother Hua, and Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
The capital is only so big, and there are only so many people who can come and live there.
Several of the drug addicts brought by the Dragon Guards were in the lobby.
It's a pity that no matter how much their relatives call, these addicts turn a deaf ear. Instead, they behave in ugly ways, and some even want to do Long Yang's good deeds in front of everyone.
Five stones scattered? Even the Five Stone Powder can't make people become like this!
No matter how eloquent Kong Lingren was, he could not turn a deer into a horse. We are all scholars. Who doesn’t know what the so-called elegant affairs were like during the Wei and Jin Dynasties?
"Lord Qianshi, Minister Wu of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Li Jijiu of the Imperial Academy are here!"
"please!"
Jia Cong glanced at Wu Mingrun, who was hiding behind the crowd, and the group of dissolute and ugly junkies from the Imperial College, and said coldly: "Today, I will invite Lord Jijiu to come and see how our talented people in Daxia have become What the hell!"
Jia Baoyu went to the door in person and invited Li Shouzhong, the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine, to enter the Literary Residence.
"I pay my respects to Minister Wu."
Jia Cong first bowed to Wu Zonghuixing, the left minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and then bowed to Li Shouzhong and said, "My nephew is visiting Uncle Li. I invite you rashly and disturb my uncle's purity. Please forgive me."
Li Shouzhong was over fifty and had already retired from official service, but was persuaded by Jia Zheng to take charge of the Imperial Academy in the capital again.
The Long Imperial Guard was still curious when they invited him out of the Imperial College Library. Once he entered the Literary Residence, he almost fainted from anger at the horrifying scene.
Although Li Shouzhong is a slightly pedantic Neo-Confucian scholar, he is very concerned about current affairs.
The imperial edict clearly prohibited hibiscus paste, so he asked around to find out what hibiscus paste was and what consequences it would cause...
The rules of the Li family are even stricter than those of the Jia family. After Li Shouzhong learned about the hibiscus ointment, he directly added a sentence to the clan rules: Anyone who smokes hibiscus ointment will be exterminated from the clan, will not be able to enter the family when alive, and will not be allowed to enter the ancestral graves after death!
The ugly Imperial College student in the lobby on the first floor made Li Shouzhong feel so embarrassed that he was about to get angry.
But Wu Zonghui spoke first: "General Jia, you asked the Long Guards to invite me here just to see this? Furong Cream, right? Even if you check Furong Cream, it's nothing to do with my staff."
Jia Cong turned around and pointed at Wu Mingrun who was hiding behind the crowd: "Wu Shilang, look over there... yes, the young master of Wu Shilang's family is also here. He just framed the official for hitting and killing the nephew of the Chief Assistant.
Sun. "
In front of his father, Wu Mingrun was obviously much better behaved.
Moreover, he looked pale now, and walked over cautiously and said respectfully: "Father, son... my son just misunderstood Mr. Xiao Jia..."
"Since this is a misunderstanding, why don't you apologize to General Jia immediately!"
Wu Zonghui's rules were very strict. Wu Mingrun was about to bow down and apologize, but was stopped by Jia Cong.
"No hurry, no rush..."
Jia Cong pointed at Kong Lingren who was being escorted by the Dragon Guards, and then looked at Wu Mingrun who was cowering: "Master Wu, you are not curious. With the courage of your son, he dared to "misunderstand" a subordinate and accuse him in public. Does Xiaguan want to pour dirty water on Xiaguan's head? This scholar Curie is a master! "
Wu Zonghuineng held the position of Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs in his thirties. He had a first-class temperament and intelligence, so he naturally understood the meaning of Jia Cong's words.
But he just glanced at his timid son and refused to accept Jia Cong's words. Instead, he kicked his son and said angrily: "You are lawless. Even Mr. Jia dares to slander you. I think you have taken advantage of your ambition." Already!"
This kick was so strong that Wu Mingrun fell backwards. The people standing behind him all moved away. The back of Wu Mingrun's head hit the pillar, and he fainted with a thud.
Wu Zonghui didn't care at all, and even bowed deeply to Jia Cong: "It's the fault of the son for not teaching his father. Today is the fault of the dog. I, the father, can't make it up to General Jia. I'll deal with it how I should." The Wu family has no complaints!"
hiss! This Wu Zonghui is a ruthless person!
Jia Cong took a deep breath. He originally wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but he didn't expect Wu Zonghui to directly slash his son with a knife and not answer the question at all!
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