Jia Cong, a descendant of the Kong family in Qufu and a saint, wanted to push Wu Zonghui to the front to lead the battle, but unfortunately he didn't take the bait at all and killed Jia Cong's army.
Wu Zonghui kicked his own son and knocked him unconscious. With a businesslike expression, he lowered his attitude and said, "The prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people, let alone the dog. But..."
In the lobby on the first floor of Literary Residence, everyone followed Wu Zonghui's gaze and looked at Kong Lingren.
I only heard Wu Zonghui say calmly: "The Wu family will not bend the law for personal gain. I hope General Jia can handle it impartially!"
This is a clear warning!
Of course, Jia Cong never thought that he could tie a minister to his warship with a temporary idea.
How could such an old fox be led by a little kitten like him?
"Don't worry, Mr. Wu. I can't guarantee my resignation, but I can still do it with justice."
Jia Cong waved his hand: "Take Wu Mingrun and others back to the imperial prison..."
"Zhenfu Division? General Jia, you don't have to go to prison, it's just a small case."
As soon as the word "Jail" was spoken, a cold wind seemed to blow through the lobby on the first floor of Literary Residence, and everyone took a deep breath of cool air. After all, Wu Zonghui felt sorry for his son and quickly spoke to stop him.
Jia Cong looked surprised: "That's wrong! Not to mention that this case involved a murder case, not to mention that this scholar confiscated so much hibiscus paste. Does Wu Shilang still remember what His Majesty's prohibition decree said? of?"
"Anyone who sells, transports, hides, or grows hibiscus ointment will be beheaded immediately, and the clan will be executed! Anyone who participates will be beheaded in the most serious case, and exiled in the least serious case."
"The official believes that Wu Shilang will not be involved, but... the fifth master is not sure!"
Wu Zonghui finally realized something. Maybe his son had really been set up, and Jia Cong had caught him.
Zhizi Mo Ruofu, he still knows the temperament of his youngest son, and he has many minor problems, but he doesn't have the courage to let him break the law of the country.
And as Jia Cong said just now, he neither dared nor had the brains to provoke Jia Cong.
The brothers of the Long Imperial Guard had already begun to carry the unconscious Wu Mingrun to the carriage. Wu Zonghui's face was as dark as water. After a long time, he said: "I will keep an eye on this case. I hope Mr. Xiao Jia can really Fulfill the promise just now.”
"That's natural. Your Majesty welcomes Mr. Wu to come to Beizhen Fusi to observe the interrogation."
Jia Cong cupped his hand, and a trace of hesitation flashed in Wu Zonghui's eyes, but he finally nodded in return.
Although it did not meet the expected expectations, it was still satisfactory.
When Jia Cong saw Wu Zonghui out, a whisper came in his ear: "General Jia, it's best to stop. The water here is very muddy and you can't control it."
Wu Zonghui looked back at the plaque hanging under the eaves. The calligraphy of Yan Shenggong was elegant and elegant, which was a pity.
Jia Cong watched the minister's carriage leave, thinking about his reminder before leaving.
Behind the literati residence is the Confucius family in Qufu, which is indeed an unshakable mountain. But in the face of absolute force, nothing can stop a paper tiger.
Wu Zonghui definitely didn't mean Yanshenggong Mansion, but something else...
Damn it, there are so many Riddlers in the DPRK!
"Mistress, what about those people on the first floor?"
The Long Imperial Guard had already searched through the Literary Residence, and the lotus paste confiscated was enough to kill Kong Lingren eight times.
Jia Shiyi leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Yang Qianhu said, maybe it was a coincidence or premeditated, the literati who smoked hibiscus paste were either the Imperial College students or the famous young scholars. On the contrary, it was the older ones, none."
"How can there be so many coincidences!"
Jia Cong was almost certain that regardless of whether the person who instigated Kong Lingren to do this was a member of the Kong family in Qufu, he definitely had a bigger conspiracy.
It was a coincidence that Wei Shicheng crashed into his carriage, but the cause of Wei Shicheng's death was definitely not a coincidence.
Fortunately, he was the one riding in this carriage, otherwise the real cause of Wei Shicheng's death and the conspiracy among the scholars would still be unknown.
It's really going to be covered up.
Soon, among the literati, except for the group of drug addicts, only Li Shouzhong and a few supervisors from the Imperial College remained.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
"I'm not good!"
Li Shouzhong saw his formerly graceful disciples behaving in such ugly ways, which made him, the teacher, heartbroken.
This is a respectable elder who has adhered to the ethics of being a lazy teacher for most of his life.
After a long time, he sighed: "My dear nephew, send them to the outside of the city to be punished."
"I'm afraid they won't be able to go for the time being. My nephew must first find out how they came into contact with hibiscus paste, and investigate the case of Literary Residence."
Li Shouzhong nodded, suddenly bowed to Jia Cong and said, "My dear nephew, I want to ask you something..."
"oops!"
Jia Cong quickly stepped aside: "Uncle, what are you doing? Just say whatever you want or don't want. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."
"Yes, yes, we are a family, there is no need to ask for help."
Jia Baoyu also walked over quickly, and the two brothers helped Li Shouzhong up together.
I saw Li Shouzhong looking bitterly at the drug addicts who were still being twisted, and said quietly: "My nephew has a way to bring a few drug addicts who were anointed by Furong and are neither human nor ghosts, and come to the Imperial College... …”
There are more and more people in the capital becoming addicted to hibiscus ointment, and the situation of drug prohibition is much more serious than imagined.
The Literary Residence case involves the Confucius family in Qufu, and countless people in the DPRK and the Central Government are paying attention to the case.
After Kong Lingren was thrown into the imperial edict, more than ten people put pressure on Fusi in Beizhen.
Including the cabinet, the governor's office, the royal family, and even the "sages" in the opposition and the Confucian scholars in the capital raised their eyebrows. There were even rumors that it was the Long Imperial Guard who framed Kong Lingren and did what he did to turn a deer into a horse.
A Kong Lingren, just a branch of the Kong family in Qufu, could have such great energy, Jia Cong was dumbfounded.
"Did I stir up a hornet's nest? It seems that our Mr. Wu is really right."
Jia Cong collapsed on the couch, holding a plate of snacks and chewing on them.
Jia Shiyi kept the confessions of the drug addicts one by one. Beizhen Fusi's methods were not what these scholars could withstand. Even before the whip was beaten, he told them everything he knew like pouring beans. .
Just as Jia Cong guessed, Literary Residence is like a spider, using these scholars to weave a huge web. Z.br>
Hibiscus ointment... No, Wei Jin Feng Liu and Wu Shi San were the bait, taking those young officials who were inexperienced in the world as prey.
"In the Imperial College, there were no less than a hundred prison students who smoked or bought hibiscus ointment in the Literary Residence. Those who were famous or talented in the capital were all targets of Kong Lingren. Judging from the confiscated books, there were about 420 people in total. Two people."
Jia Shiyi opened the report sent by Beizhen Fusi, and the numbers on it were shocking.
It’s really hard to understand. Are these scholars all fools? The imperial edict banning people from the palace was revealed to the world. They were the first people besides the officials in the court to come into contact with the contents of the edict. They didn't know what hibiscus ointment was and what consequences it would have.
He expressed his doubts, but Jia Cong was not surprised. In the past life, many college students in the ivory tower were abducted, defrauded and even turned to crime.
"It's not that they are stupid, it's that they are too smart and too conceited."
Jia Cong pointed to Baoyu who was playing with his sisters in the yard: "Brother Bao was eager to see the magic of hibiscus paste before. What's more, Kong Lingren threw out a name that some people couldn't refuse. Head—the Wei and Jin Dynasties are so romantic!"
Jia Shiyi couldn't keep up with Jia Cong's thinking and couldn't fully understand it for a while.
Jia Cong did not continue to explain, but just asked him to go to the Jie Ai Office outside the city to select suitable candidates, and the Long Imperial Guards would escort him to the Imperial College for an on-site report meeting.
"What about the Literary Residence case? Beizhen Fusi asked the mistress to come up with an idea."
Jia Cong looked at the thick stack of confessions on the table and smiled: "Pull on, drag on."
As time goes by, some people become more unable to sit still. It's all gone. We won't move until the snake is startled. Uncle Eleven remembered to go to the Wei family to deliver a greeting card, and after I had finished meeting Wu Zonghui, he would ask the Grand Prime Minister for his opinion. "
"Your Majesty, this is a secret message sent by the Dragon Guard."
As night falls, Liu Heng is still dealing with the pile of facts about the Dragon Case.
Xia Shouzhong spread out the latest secret memorial sent by Beizhen Fusi and placed it in front of Liu Heng.
Liu Heng browsed through it briefly and sneered: "I really think others are fools, and you want to use officials to force me to make concessions..."
"Daban, go tell Beizhen Fusi and hold off. The longer you delay, the more anxious the people behind it will be. Let the cabinet draft an edict and ask Yanshenggong's mansion whether Yanshenggong knows about Kong Lingren's matter."
Xia Shouzhong bowed and promised. Just as he was about to retreat, Liu Heng stopped him again.
"By the way, that Wei Shicheng is Mr. Wei Ge's grandnephew?"
Xia Shouzhong bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, your bloodline is a little further away, and you are a descendant of the clan outside the fifth server."
"That is also a grandson. Wei Ge is old and has always been in poor health. He must be heartbroken when he suddenly hears the bad news. Send an order to allow him to rest, and send the imperial doctor to stay at home for half a month. The cabinet will decide for half a month. Qi Bohan is temporarily in charge of everything, and no one is allowed to disturb Mr. Wei Ge with matters related to the court."
Liu Heng put down the ink pen in his hand and suddenly laughed and said: "Our Mr. Qi Ge is good at everything, I don't know if he will succeed this time."
The emperor's bad taste made Xia Shouzhong laugh. When Wei Qinghe learned that his grandson died in Literary Residence, he returned home as soon as possible.
The cabinet made a rare trip to Beizhen Fusi to exert pressure and speak for the Kong family in Qufu. Qi Bohan, who presided over this matter, won the favor of many literati.
Although Qi Bohan was using the excuse that Yan Shenggong's mansion was of great importance, it should be stopped at the right time. But the emperor doesn't think that the Confucius family in Qufu can't move. My imperial edict clearly states that anyone who sells, transports, hides, or grows hibiscus ointment will be beheaded immediately and the family will be punished.
how? Do you want me to be unable to change my order overnight?
I don’t want to lose face?
snort!
How could Wei Qinghe feel so good after losing a grandson of his family?
It's already good that the old man suppressed his anger and didn't act arbitrarily for the sake of the overall situation.
But some people always think that their family is special, and they actually send letters to them, hoping to make a big deal out of a trivial matter and make a deal...
Bang!
"Li'er, break the legs of the messenger and throw him to the Kong family."
Wei Shuli unswervingly carried out the old man's order, and immediately went to personally break the messenger's dog legs and asked his servants to deliver it to the Kong family in the capital.
When he returned to the study again, Jia Shiyi was listening respectfully to the chief assistant's instructions.
"This kid really knows how to make plans."
Wei Qinghe looked at the gold-plated greeting card in his hand, smiled and said, "Go back and tell Jia Cong that you want me to be his chess piece. You can write a few more poems. By the way, my requirements are not high. You must write a song specifically for me. If you can’t write it well, don’t come here.”
My mistress is very proficient in poetry and other things.
Jia Shiyi bowed and said, "General, I will remember this and will report it to my young master verbatim."
Wei Qinghe nodded with satisfaction: "Li'er, go see off General Eleven."
After Wei Shuli sent Jia Shiyi out of the study, the old man started to have a headache. This kid would really cause trouble for him. It would be fine if it was just the Kong family in Qufu. There were obviously other people behind Kong Lingren, and they were the rich ones.
What a worry!
When the Chief Assistant was worrying, a report came from the servant outside the door: "Master, Eunuch Xia from the palace is here."
Wei Qinghe slapped his thigh: "Hey, the help is here!"
Everyone thought that the Wenrenju case involved the grandson of the Grand Prime Minister, and that he was disobeying the emperor's decree of prohibition. He would definitely be killed under the wrath of the Holy One.
Unexpectedly, it was calm for several days. Only the poor Grand Master suddenly heard the bad news and fell ill at home.
It is said that the emperor not only allowed him to recuperate at home, but also sent an imperial doctor to stay in Wei
Mansion. As for the affairs of the cabinet, Qi Bohan, the second assistant to the cabinet, is temporarily in charge.
At this time, many people who were worried that the case would affect Yanshenggong's mansion were excited, and they all submitted information to the cabinet, hoping that Qi Bohan would take this rare opportunity to force Beizhen Fusi to finalize the case early, and turn a major issue into a trivial one.
Qi Bohan was almost annoyed to death by the piles of discounts on houses. He had been thinking about the power of the cabinet for several years, but he really didn't want to take it over at this time.
Through the window, he looked at Wei Qinghe's room on duty.
"Oh, if only I could go home and recuperate!"
After sighing, Qi Bohan rubbed his aching temples and shouted outside the duty room: "Come here, go and ask for Governor Cao, the commander of the Dragon Imperial Guard."
He is different from Wei Qinghe. Wei Qinghe uses his own power to accompany the world and has no friends or party.
As for Qi Bohan, there are too many forces entangled behind him. He abhors things like hibiscus ointment. If the Kong family involves such harmful things, what if it means family execution?
But the families behind him all had close interests entangled with the Confucian family. Even he himself considered himself a disciple of the Confucian family and was able to hold a high position.
Therefore, the Kong family cannot fail!
Jia Cong was sitting in the study of the Wei Mansion. The old man was sipping tea leisurely and appreciating the poems that the little fat man had "composed" all night.
Wu Zonghui was sitting on the other side, seemingly very interested in the tea cup in his hand. Apart from the pleasantries when he first came in, he never spoke.
"Old man, please give me a nice word. I'm going to destroy the Kong family. Can you help me?"
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