"Master, master, come out quickly..."
The housekeeper, Lao Zhu, banged on the door frantically.
"Pull it out!"
Qian Dechun, who was still unfinished, wore a big coat, opened the door and stared at the housekeeper: "You old dog, what are you yelling about at night?"
Thump!
The housekeeper, Lao Zhu, knelt down directly, with a mournful face, and burst into tears.
"Lao Zhu, don't tell me, your son is dead?"
Qian Dechun couldn't bear it.
This Lao Zhu was so unlucky. He worked hard for the Qian family in the first half of his life, and only got married and had children in the second half of his life.
That precious son was very promising. He studied in Junji Academy and considered him his godfather.
Unexpectedly...that boy actually died!
"No, it's not!"
The housekeeper Lao Zhu shook his head and choked with sobs: "Yes... it's your son who is dead!"
"my son?"
Qian Dechun was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly turned pale, his figure was shaky, and he grabbed Lao Zhu's shoulders: "Speak clearly!"
"Woo!"
Lao Zhu wiped away his tears and said: "Young Master Qingshu Wenxin was destroyed and imprisoned in Lindong County Yamen!"
"Master Qingwen...he was beheaded by the government officials in public!"
Lao Zhu was in tears, as if his own son had died.
"Wen Xin was destroyed?"
"Behead in public display?"
Kick!
Kick!
Qian Dechun couldn't accept this reality for a moment, his figure collapsed continuously, his eyes were about to burst, and blood and tears seemed to be flowing down.
"Who dares to kill my son? The little seventh-grade official, he has the courage to eat the heart of a bear and a leopard? He even dares to kill my son?"
"My son is a scholar, what qualifications does the government have to behead him?"
"ah!!!!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Qian Dechun's eyes were red. He was the head of a prominent family who was killed from the dead, and he had an aggressive streak in his bones.
He stared at the housekeeper Lao Zhu, his body trembling uncontrollably because of his anger: "Who sent the news? Let him come to see me!"
"It's a bachelor from Qingping Academy. He is said to be Master Qingshu's bookboy. He is in the front yard now!"
Butler Lao Zhu said quickly.
"Walk!"
Qian Dechun didn't care about his image. He felt like the sky was falling.
The eldest son Wen Xin was destroyed and was no different from trash.
The second son was beheaded in public, and he even lost a son.
He wished he could go to Lindong County right now, find out the seventh-rank official who killed his son, and hack him to death!
Qian's front yard.
living room!
"Where is my son Qingshu Shutong?"
As soon as Qian Dechun entered the living room, he spoke anxiously.
Then I saw a scholar who was dusty in the world at a glance.
The scholar rubbed his hands together, feeling extremely nervous.
As soon as he heard Qian Dechun's voice, the scholar stood up quickly and suddenly knelt down in front of Qian Dechun, crying bitterly: "Master Qian, Qingshu Master Wen Xin was destroyed and locked up in the Yamen Prison... Please help me." Him!"
"Also...and senior brother Qingwen, he just slept with a woman and killed two untouchables, but the government actually beheaded him, and said...three generations of the Qian family were directly connected, and he was not allowed to be an official or study! "
Qian Dechun was furious, smashing the Eight Immortals table in front of him with one palm, his eyes widened: "What? Kill two untouchables, say they are a bitch, and you dare to kill my son? Destroy my son Wen Xin?"
"A little seventh-grade official dares to sentence my Qian family, what the hell is he?"
"Who is the magistrate of Lindong County Government? I want his life!"
"Kill my son, I am sworn in with him, kill his whole family!"
Qian Dechun's whole body was full of anger, and he exuded a spirit. He was a martial artist.
His strength is not weak at all. Although he is no match for a sixth-grade Confucian scholar, no literary skills below seventh-grade can hurt him!
Moreover, the Qian family has many masters of worship, and they are all scholars with excellent literary skills.
So what if a county government is flattened?
His cousin Qin Youtai was a fourth-rank official in the Hanlin Academy. He could decide whether officials should stay or leave, and he had immense power.
It's easy to protect his Qian family!
Qian Dechun looked at the scholar and said, "Okay, you, a scholar, can be considered affectionate and righteous!"
"Master Qian, the person who killed Senior Brother Qingwen was not the Lindong County Magistrate, but a scholar named Lin Yi!"
The scholar told the truth.
"student?"
Qian Dechun was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"This scholar is a ninth-grade scholar, but he has inherited the seventh-grade official status of Lindong County Magistrate. It was he who judged Senior Brother Qingwen and Master Qian!"
"Master Qian, this Lin is also a bachelor of Pingzhou Academy. Judging from his appearance, he will come to the capital to participate in this provincial examination..."
The reading said so.
"Come to Fudu to take the provincial examination? Ninth grade?"
There was endless anger surging in Qian Dechun's heart, and he glared angrily: "A little ninth-grade scholar, who has inherited the official status, dares to raise a butcher's knife to my son, Qian Dechun, where does he have the courage?"
"Lin, right? As long as he dares to step into the capital, I will cut his body into thousands of pieces, smash his skull and use it as a urinal!"
As he spoke, Qian Dechun looked at the housekeeper Lao Zhu and said in a cold voice: "Take a few worshipers to the Lindong County Yamen and rescue Qingshu. Anyone who stops him will be killed!"
"well!"
The housekeeper Lao Zhu's eyes were red and he said in a deep voice: "Master, by the way, I wrote to this guy Zhixiang and asked him to incite the scholars to go to the Fudu Yamen to cause trouble and exert pressure. He said that Lindong County killed the scholars for no reason. Let's see if he can be cured. The crime of Magistrate Dong!”
"Go!"
After Qian Dechun said these words, he slumped down on the chair, covered his heart, and said as if he was crazy, "I have lost a son, and I have lost a son, ahhh!!"
The scholar on the side shivered in fear.
He had already anticipated how tragic Lin Yi would die!
…
There is an undercurrent surging in Nanxiang Mansion.
in a blink.
Just a few days later.
Lin Yi and Li Wenbo chased the stars and the moon and rushed to the capital of Nanxiang without stopping.
During this period, he did not stay in any city, so he got tired during the journey. He would rest at the post station and feed the horses.
The journey went smoothly without any trouble, and I didn't see many scholars.
now.
On the official road leading to Nanxiang Mansion, Lin Yi and Li Wenbo rode forward.
Suddenly a group of people galloped towards them.
The leader was a warrior holding two hammers, with a glaring look like a King Kong, followed by seven muscular warriors.
Everyone is full of energy.
law!
The eight warriors slowed down their pace when they saw Lin Yi and Li Wenbo's appearance.
After approaching, several people mounted horses and surrounded Lin Yi and Li Wenbo.
"student?"
The leader Wu Fu said, staring at Lin Yi and Li Wenbo with a serious look.
There is a chain of contempt between martial artists and scholars, just like scholars and Taoists.
Wufu looked down upon scholars, thinking that they only knew how to use literature and had no power to restrain a chicken.
Scholars regard warriors as rough men with well-developed limbs and simple minds, and they also view Taoists as evil spirits.
No one looks down on those who practice Taoism... I wish I could say that everyone here is rubbish.
"yes!"
Li Wenbo protected Lin Yi, and at the same time, the Wen Bao pen in his sleeve robe was ready to be taken out at any time.
These warriors are fierce, and the energy they exude is at least comparable to that of a seventh-grade scholar.
It's obviously not a good thing.
Lin Yize's face was expressionless, and he was actually ready to advance or retreat at any time.
"Where did you come from? What are you doing in the capital?" asked the leader of the martial arts.
As he spoke, he winked at the person behind him.
Wow!
The latter took out a picture scroll from his arms, placed it in front of Lin Yi and Li Wenbo, and compared it carefully.
"Brother, like!"
The warrior quickly rode forward and unfolded the portrait in front of the leader of the warrior.
"More than just a resemblance, it's almost the same mold!"
The martial artist cursed angrily, pushed the portrait away, raised the big bronze hammer in his right hand, pointed at Lin Yi and said, "Is your fucking name Lin Yi?"
