There is nothing special about the red paper itself. It is a literary paper commonly used by poets and writers of the Great Xia Dynasty.
You can buy it anywhere.
Because there is a poem on the paper, that makes it special.
The poem gives special meaning to the piece of paper.
And Lin Qing came here precisely for this poem.
Compared with the poem sent to the Hanlin Academy in the capital, the poem on this red paper is exactly the same in terms of title and content.
But the handwriting is a bit ugly.
But that's not the point.
The key is signature.
Lin Qing remembered clearly that the poem sent to the capital did not indicate the author, but clearly stated the twelve characters of Taoyuan County, Juhai Prefecture, Daxia Chaotianlong Province.
It is precisely because of this that he traveled thousands of miles to find the root of this poem.
But at this moment, on the red piece of paper in his hand, where the poem was signed, there were the words "Yamen servant Xu Xingmu".
The writing is on red paper and black, and the words are clear.
what does that mean?
Holding the paper in hand, Lin Qing sat down in front of the writing desk. By the candlelight on the desk, he pondered for a long time and felt that things were not that simple.
According to what Zhu Rushu said, the poem "White Clothes Wins the Snow, Respectfully Inviting the Sword Master to Fall Sword in Tai'an City" was written by his son.
The intention and logic of not signing make sense.
If this red piece of paper hadn't appeared, Lin Qing would have believed him.
Half a day later, he will take the magistrate's son to the capital.
But now that the paper was in hand, Lin Qing couldn't help but wonder, "Assuming that Zhu Rushi's son really wrote this poem, I can understand why Brother Xu admired the poem and copied it and hid it at home to enjoy it day and night. But why did he write it? Put your own name on it? Do you want to pretend that this poem was written by you and satisfy your own protagonist thinking?"
It is possible that everyone in the world has daydreams.
Lin Qingxiu's Confucianism often imitated the words and deeds of the dean of the Capital Academy in private, imagining that he would achieve the extraordinary status of a first-class Confucian saint and enjoy the worship of all living beings.
Therefore, Xu Xingmu copied the poem and signed it for self-encouragement or fantasy. Lin Qing could understand it and admitted that it was possible.
But in addition, there is another possibility. In Lin Qing's view, this possibility seems to be greater... This poem was originally written by Xu Xingmu, and the person who copied the poem happened to be Zhu Rushi's son!
The young yamen servant's talent burst out, and he accidentally got a masterpiece and wanted to send it to the capital, but the evil magistrate intercepted him and forcibly erased his signature and took the credit!
this! this! This seems to be the correct interpretation of the origin of this poem!
Lin Qingsheng grew up in a family of officials and had been exposed to the affairs of the officialdom since he was a child. In addition, he had already joined the Imperial Academy and had personal experience, so he knew that the darkness of the officialdom was everywhere.
The smaller the place, the more likely it is that there will be deformities and injustices because there is a lack of effective supervision by the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Thinking of this, Lin Qing suddenly slapped the book table, shaking the candlelight, "If this poem was really written by Brother Xu, then Zhu Rushi and the tigress would have died more than ten thousand times! "
At this moment, he was completely sleepless and wanted to confront Zhu Ruzhi immediately.
But then I thought about it, this move is tantamount to alerting the enemy. If it makes the other party jump over the wall, it will be difficult to end, and maybe I will end up here too.
After all, he had cultivated Confucianism and Taoism, and was not a vulgar martial artist. His manic mood was quickly calmed down.
Everything is just inference and conjecture. To know the truth, we need to conduct in-depth investigation.
Um! Let’s start with the Xu family and his son!
If this poem was really written by Xu Fenglin, he would definitely not be willing to accept the credit being forcibly stolen!
They didn't dare to speak out before because they were afraid of being retaliated by Zhu Rushi. Now that I, Shidu Lin, are here, they still have to hold their hands and ask for the decision?
Lin Qing then smiled coldly, folded the paper into her arms, and was about to go out to ask questions, but suddenly Xu Pingsheng's roar came from outside the house, "Lei Gong! What are you going to do? You dare to go to my home to commit murder in broad daylight. Do you still have Wang Fa in your eyes?" ?”
A fierce and sarcastic laugh followed, "My official? I mean Xu Pingsheng, you are a small county government registrar. What qualifications do you have to call yourself an official in front of me? You want the king's law, right? I This sword is Wang Fa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qing heard the whistling sound of sword energy breaking through the air.
His expression changed, and he pushed the door open immediately without having time to think about it. He saw that Xu Pingsheng had been forced into a corner. The old man's face was full of fear and grief. He obviously did not expect that someone would actually dare to break into the house and commit murder in broad daylight.
Lin Qing had seen the man wielding the knife in the yamen. He was the thug named Lei Gong under Zhu Rushi.
This person appears here at this juncture, and it is clear that he wants to kill people and silence them! This confirmed Lin Qing's suspicion.
"stop!"
Lin Qing stepped forward with a livid face, quickly took out the token from her arms, and stood in front of Xu Pingsheng, "I am Lin Qing, a student of the Hanlin Academy! I have been ordered to do business here, who dares to act recklessly?"
Although he is young, he has been involved in official circles for many years and has great official authority!
Coupled with the seventh-grade Confucianism and Taoism cultivation, the righteousness is overwhelming!
Suddenly showing up to reprimand, full of aura, no less than a wake-up call!
Lei Gong's pupils were shaking, the sword was so close, but he was forced to take it back!
He never expected that the noble man from the capital who made even his own magistrate and county fear him would appear here!
A student at the Hanlin Academy is an official in the capital! Master Zhu, why don’t you make it clear!
Lei Gong's sea of consciousness was churning. Facing Lin Qing, whose face was extremely ugly, he knew that no matter how he explained it, it would not make sense.
He could only say "misunderstanding" hastily and quickly disappeared into the house.
Xu Pingsheng survived from a desperate situation. His heartbeat was extremely fast and he could not stand firmly.
But looking at Lin Qing who suddenly appeared and the token in his hand, he still forced himself to stand upright first, then quickly put on a respectful posture, and bowed in fear, "Xiaguan and his son didn't know that Lord Attendant was here in person. I have offended you so much, please forgive me!"
At that moment, Xu Xingmu just came back from outside with a roasted chicken leg in his mouth. He shouted as he walked, "Dad! That old boy Lei Gong is here at home? Why is he running so fast? It's like he chased away a ghost... …Oh! The chicken drumsticks from Quanfuzhai are so delicious! Dad, do you want a few bites?"
As soon as he entered the house, Xu Xingmu suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and the excitement in his expression gradually turned into caution.
Then I saw my father, who always liked to show off, showing a humble posture.
But Brother Lin, who was supposed to be sleeping, was inexplicably full of energy, which made his father unable to lift his head.
"Dad! Brother Lin! What's going on with you?"
Xu Xingmu didn't know why. He put down the roast chicken and elbows, walked to Xu Pingsheng and helped him up. He thought of Lei Gong who left in a hurry, so he frowned and asked, "Master Zhu sent someone to cause trouble again?"
Xu Pingsheng sighed and didn't say much else. Instead, he tugged on his son's sleeves and pointed at Lin Qing, "Feng Lin, please thank Mr. Lin first. If it weren't for him today, your father would have become Thunder Lord." The soul under the sword!"
As soon as these words came out, Xu Xingmu's expression changed drastically, "Thunder Lord! Is he crazy? How did we offend him!"
Seeing that his father was still frightened and afraid that he could not speak clearly, he turned to Lin Qing and asked, "Brother Lin, what's going on?"
Lin Qing looked back, the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by eyes full of joy.
It turns out that the real author of that strange poem is Brother Xu!
What a fate!
He thought for a moment and did not reply directly. Instead, he took out the red piece of paper from his arms and said, "I think it has something to do with it."
