"If you can find your way back from the lost path, it is not in vain that you have read so many sage books!"
Song Zhili affirmed their behavior and was shocked: "Come here, please ask a few scholars to suffer for a while, and I will make a decision after a thorough investigation!"
Master Tongzhi nodded slightly.
This is the only way to deal with it now, after all, the Qian Mansion, a prominent family, is involved.
According to Dayan regulations, the evidence of guilt submitted by these scholars was enough to drag Qian Dechun to the entrance of the vegetable market, even if he was chopped several times.
Several government officials came forward.
With shackles on his hands.
But when the four seventh-grade priests glared, several government officials felt their whole bodies stiffen.
Song Zhili waved his hand and said, "No need to put on shackles!"
The eyes of Liu Xiangnan and others softened.
However, when he was taken away, Liu Xiangnan still did not forget to emphasize to the prefect Song Zhili: "Your Majesty, please bring Qian Dechun to justice as soon as possible!"
"I will follow the procedures. Anyone who violates Dayan's laws will be punished!"
Song Zhili said seriously.
Full of righteousness!
Liu Xiangnan nodded slightly.
In fact, he was also showing Song Zhili a way out. If Song Zhili protected Qian Dechun, then Song Zhili's good days would come to an end.
"Don't worry, the prefect will handle it impartially!"
Sun Tongzhi also spoke.
Then several people were invited down and settled in the magistrate's prison.
…
"Sir, something is wrong with Liu Xiangnan and others. They actually sold Qian Dechun!"
Sun Tongzhi looked at the prefect Song Zhili, a little confused.
Song Zhili pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be Lin Yi's doing? Although Zhang Dong did not say anything about Lin Yi's talent, but according to my understanding, Lin Yi's poetic talent is amazing, and his previous talent in the government was unusual. , it’s related to Lin Yi!”
Song Zhili stood up, paced back and forth in the Yamen Hall with his hands behind his back: "Although Liu Xiangnan and others are not bachelors of the Holy Academy, they are also scholars with a good reputation. To us scholars, Guanfu's poetry is no less than the calligraphy of the great Confucianism... Liu Xiangnan and others are Mo Bao, so it is reasonable to offer Qian Dechun!"
Sun Tongzhi nodded and said, "My lord, your analysis is reasonable. So how should the Yamen deal with it now?"
As the prefect's deputy, it was not easy for him to give advice at this time.
Song Zhili picked up a cup of tea, blew the hot air, looked outside the Yamen Hall, and said calmly: "Find Lin Yi and ask him what he wants to do. Whether it is Lin Yi or the Qian Mansion, the involvement is too wide, and it is not the case now. When I attacked the Qian Mansion, after all, Qin Youtai was better than me..."
Song Zhili did not continue.
But Sun Tongzhi had already understood and said: "Lin Yi, I will send someone to the Qian Mansion to send a message and ask Liu Xiangnan and others what is going on. By the way, Qian Dechun should not contact Mr. Qin, so as not to prevent Lin If anything happens to Zhang Dong, Mr. Qin will also be implicated!"
Song Zhili nodded and said, "You are right. Qin Youtai is a Hanlin scholar after all. If Qian Dechun confuses right and wrong, he goes to Qin Youtai to complain."
"Once Qin Youtai reports this matter to His Majesty in front of the palace, I'm afraid Master Qin will be in danger..."
Sun Tongzhi said hurriedly: "Then let's go and do it now!"
With that said, he retreated.
Song Zhili murmured in a low voice: "Qian Dechun, I have been extremely benevolent and righteous to you. Don't just cause trouble for me, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"
…
"grown ups!"
Just when Sun Tongzhi was going to arrange work, a government servant quickly entered the government hall.
"What's up!"
Song Zhili frowned slightly.
"A letter from Master Zhong from Junji Academy!"
After the yamen officer handed the letter in his hand to Song Zhili, he bowed and retreated.
"I forgot that this kid Zhu Zhixiang is squatting in the prison..."
Song Zhili suddenly felt dizzy.
It seems that as soon as Lin Yi came to the capital, he suddenly had more things to do, and each one was particularly difficult.
Either the academy or the imperial court.
All it takes is the Holy Court.
Song Zhili opened the letter and looked at it, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.
"Master Zhong is really loud. He actually asked me to reassure him and said that if I don't let him go, I won't give him face, and he won't give Junji Academy face!"
Song Zhili snorted coldly: "I am already very angry. Now that you have bumped into me, I will not give you the honor of Junji Academy!"
"Who do you think you are, Mr. Zhong?"
"Somebody come!"
Song Zhili waved his hand, and several government servants walked in quickly.
"Interrogate Zhu Zhixiang properly, serve him some snacks, and explain to his wife whether he has done anything dirty!"
Song Zhili said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
Several government officials immediately retreated.
Shortly after!
From the magistrate's prison, Zhu Zhixiang howled like a slaughtering pig.
"trick!"
"I've got them all!"
…
Outside the capital city.
Junji Academy.
Mr. Zhong stood on a high place, looking at the completed new yard, gently stroking his black beard, feeling particularly satisfied.
Under his supervision and urging, the small courtyard made very rapid progress.
More than fifty skilled craftsmen built a brand new courtyard in just eight or nine days.
"I... ahem, ever since I became the master of Junji Academy, I have always been accustomed to calling myself "I". After all, I am only fifty years old!"
Shaking his head in self-mockery, Master Zhong waved his hand to call a bachelor and said: "Let all those common men come down from the mountain and tell them that we will settle wages with them at the end of the year!"
"Yes, Master!"
The maester retreated.
Master Zhong sneered and said: "A group of untouchables dare to ask the academy for wages. They can stay in the academy for these few days and absorb the scholarly atmosphere, which is worth their wages!"
He turned and left, heading to the dean's courtyard.
…
"These poems by Lin Yi are really great. Every time I read them, even if they are rubbing copies, I have different insights!"
He Weijun has been staying behind closed doors these days and has been studying Lin Yi's poems.
Benefited a lot.
At the same time, I also felt a little regretful that I could not see Lin Yi's poem "Guanfu".
but.
He firmly believes that there are great opportunities in the future.
"Dean!"
At this moment, Master Zhong's voice rang outside the courtyard.
He Weijun was slightly moved and said: "Calculate the time, if Lin Yi doesn't stay elsewhere, it's time to enter the city!"
"Ask Lin Yi about the courtyard!"
He Weijun put the rubbings away and said, "Come in!"
The courtyard door opens.
Master Zhong entered the courtyard, and He Weijun was already waiting in the lobby of the small courtyard.
"Dean!"
Master Zhong bowed and bowed in a respectful manner.
"Master Zhong, you came just in time. Take a seat. I just wanted to ask you how the progress of the yard is going."
He Weijun motioned for Master Zhong to take a seat.
A bachelor brought tea and poured it.
After Master Zhong sat down, he said: "Go back to the dean, the courtyard has been completed, but the matter of the craftsmen's wages..."
"kindness?"
He Weijun frowned and said, "Isn't the salary paid daily? The academy treasurer has already paid it to you!"
Master Zhong smiled bitterly and said: "The settlement has been settled long ago, but these craftsmen worked overtime and were a little bit annoyed that the wages were low!"
"They left home and came to work for the academy. The project is in a hurry. The wages can be increased appropriately. You can go to the treasurer to apply later and I will stamp it!"
He Weijun felt compassion when he thought of Lin Yi's concern for the people.
"The dean is kind-hearted, these craftsmen are blessed!"
Master Zhong said with a smile, his face unable to conceal his admiration for He Weijun...
