Chapter 410: Take all the heads to sacrifice to the spring breeze
Night guards came from all directions.
The Patrol Department was leaderless, so Song Yanxue did her job and temporarily took over the command of the Patrol Department. Just like commanding an army in the north, she directed the night guards to sneak into one after another of the Demonic Mansion around the Criminal Department, arresting those who should be arrested and killing those who should be killed.
One after another, Zi Fei, who was not a member of the Ministry of Justice, entered the Ministry of Justice and arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Justice's main hall.
In the main hall of the Ministry of Justice, candlelight was shining brightly.
Weng Jingxi, the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, sat at the main seat, with a desk in front of him, looking out the door with an expressionless face.
Below him, a large number of seats are placed opposite each other on both sides.
On the seats, officials from the criminal department in purple, red and green were seated separately.
In addition to the chief official of the Ministry of Punishment, the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice, the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice, etc. are all listed.
However, there are many fewer high-ranking officials in purple and scarlet clothes, and there are even more vacancies for lower-level officials in green clothes.
Outside the main hall door, a dense crowd of non-criminal officials stood with stern faces.
Ministry of Rites, Ministry of Industry, Dali Temple, Yushitai, Imperial College, Daolu Department...
Countless middle-grade and high-grade officials gathered here, and the total number of them exceeded the sum of the officials in the main hall of the Ministry of Justice.
Some of these officials even hold second-rank official positions, and their status is equivalent to that of the Minister of Punishment.
After a long time, the number of arriving officials gradually became few and far between.
Weng Jingxi leaned back on the chair, his body straight, his big teeth were slightly protruding, and each tooth was carved with a white stripe of monsters; his nose was garlicky, and poisonous gas was billowing in his nostrils; his eyes were slightly bulging, and deep in his eyes, there was a reflection of a valley, filled with insects.
Snake entrenched.
"I wonder why you are visiting the Ministry of Justice together?" Weng Jingxi did not get up, but just sat quietly.
The Grand Priest of the Imperial Academy was drinking wine and white-scarred books. His silver beard moved slightly and said slowly: "I'm here to seek justice."
"Justice lies in the heart of the people, not in the Ministry of Punishment."
"Then I'll take a look at the people of the Ministry of Punishment and see if there is justice in it."
As the cold air passes by, the leaves in the yard can be seen turning yellow and falling with the naked eye.
The officials of the Ministry of Punishment tightened their eyes, and the superiors had murderous intentions in their hearts, and everything withered.
Weng Jingxi said slowly: "At this moment when the Holy One is employing people, the monster clan from the North is invading in large numbers. Do you really want the six tribes to attack and cause internal strife?"
"Since you knew it was the right time to hire someone, why did you kill Zhou Chunfeng?"
"What you are saying is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding. Our Punishment Department did not intend to kill Zhou Chunfeng, but he repeatedly made things difficult for the Punishment Department, so we sent someone to invite him to come to the Punishment Department for a cup of tea. Who knew that Zhou Chunfeng also
They misunderstood us, started disputes, and killed many officials of our Punishment Department. Our Punishment Department's losses were even greater!"
"The dignified Minister of the Ministry of Justice, the entrance and exit are all from the same mouth, so are you talking nonsense?" Yi Yi pretended to be middle-aged and did not look at Weng Jingxi. He stared at the two-inch small sword on his fingertips. He kept fiddling with it, and the small sword rotated rapidly.
, buzzing softly, like a fingertip spinner.
"Everything I said is true..."
Over the city of Shendu, dark clouds rolled in. Occasionally, the clouds would light up and disappear, and thunder would sound.
Outside the gate of the Criminal Department, an old man with red skin and brown cloth got off the carriage and walked forward slowly.
The guard at the gate clearly saw the old man and wanted to stop him, but his body remained motionless as he watched the old man pass through the gate and enter the Criminal Department.
In front of the main hall of the Ministry of Justice, a dispute gradually broke out.
Zhao Yishan was dressed in brown cloth, with his hands behind his back and his chest straightened, he walked closer and said, "Hey, are you attending a big market? It's so lively?"
Everyone looked over and hurriedly saluted.
"Greetings to the Chief Assistant!"
"Meet Mr. Zhao!"
"Meet my mentor!"
Everyone outside the hall looked at Zhao Yishan's cloth clothes and were surprised and happy.
Weng Jingxi, who was sitting upright, looked at Zhao Yishan's cloth, his eyes flashed, he stood up hurriedly, lifted up the front of his robe, walked quickly, and said with a big smile: "The chief minister is here, and I am not far away to welcome him, but I am still here."
I hope you will forgive me."
In the main hall, the officials from the Criminal Department stood up one after another and faced Zhao Yishan, all of them frightened.
Everyone in Qi State knows that Zhao Yishan, an official, is stable, but Zhao Yishan, a commoner, has heads rolling in.
His official uniform is Zhao Yishan, he rises up when he is learning how to crow, he is pleasant-looking at home, he is meticulous in government office, and he is gentle and elegant in court.
The commoner Zhao Yishan ordered people to receive the order in the front yard, and he killed 69 officials of Qingzhou, big and small, in the back yard.
The commoner Zhao Yishan, because his most outstanding student was killed, went north alone, massacred three cities of the demon clan, and killed Shi Yishan, the Taoist sect who had betrayed the students and defected to the demon clan.
The commoner Zhao Yishan, because a student from his hometown was killed by the Demon-Yang Sect, went south alone and slaughtered more than 30,000 members of the Demon-Yang Sect, and also destroyed twelve demon sects along the way.
Zhao Yishan has not worn cloth for five years, and has not produced a righteous sword for ten years.
Only then did everyone in the Punishment Department recall that the third son of Bingchen, the number one scholar Zhao Yishan, the number two scholar Xu Chuxin, and the third most handsome son were none other than Zhou Chunfeng.
Weng Jingxi lowered his eyebrows and looked down upon him. He was a dignified second-rank official, an elder of the Demon Sect, and the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. Like a little daughter-in-law, he walked quickly to Zhao Yishan's side, bent down, and said: "Master Chief Assistant, please take a seat."
Zhao Yishan stepped forward and entered the main hall.
Zhao Yishan sat in the main seat, and Weng Jingxi, the Minister of Punishment, stood on the left hand side, bowing his head slightly.
Inside and outside the hall, all the officials looked at the legendary chief minister.
His legend has been circulating in Qi State.
Born in middle school at the age of twenty-two.
A scholar at the age of thirty-two.
At the age of forty-two, he won the imperial examination.
He became a Jinshi at the age of fifty-two.
Give it a try every ten years, and you will win every time you try, and you will win every time you win.
Discussions about him have not stopped yet.
Some people say that he is a genius, and the reason why he takes the exam every ten years is simply because he does not want the imperial examination to delay his studies.
Some people also say that his talent is mediocre, but he studies hard because he was not outstanding in his youth and was very average.
Some people say that he knew his shame and then became brave, and that he was enlightened as a young man because he participated in the imperial examination for the first time, for no other reason than because his family was in decline and he needed a reputation to make money.
A great scholar once praised Yishan for being fifty years old and only sharpening his sword for the first rank.
No matter what happened in the past, all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty respected him.
Zhao Yishan's face is wrinkled, his skin is rough, and his chin is as short as a beard.
He put his hands on the table in front of him and looked quietly at the cloudy sky in the early morning outside the door. After a long time, he slowly said: "Back then, I and Chu Xin ascended the throne together in the spring breeze and talked by candlelight at night. Chu Xin hated evil as much as an enemy and vowed to destroy demons.
The spring breeze was nostalgic for the comfort of the south of the Yangtze River and had no intention of pursuing an official career. Later, his wife and daughter died at the hands of the demon clan. He regretted it and went north to guard the river. He did not laugh for three years and gained a reputation as a bloody prowler. He often paid attention to the capital, although he rarely took action.
, but his cultivation is getting better and better. I thought that I would still have a chance to fight with him in the river, but I never thought that those who could not be saved by the demon clan would die in the divine capital."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone in the Criminal Department bowed their heads deeply, and Wen Xiu outside the palace had a face as cold as ice.
"The spring breeze has been guarding the river for three years. I will bid farewell to him." After Zhao Yishan finished speaking, he lightly tapped the table with his right index finger.
The sound is crisp and clear without any loud noise.
Suddenly, the main hall of the Ministry of Justice shook slightly, and the bricks, tiles and wooden beams on the roof shattered inch by inch, like running water, slowly sliding down the wall.
The roof has fallen off, and the walls on all four sides are cracked and slowly collapsing.
A little smoke and dust rose up, suppressed by the invisible power of many monks, and the dust was no more than one foot high.
The main hall was destroyed, and officials from the Ministry of Justice stood in the open air surrounded by ruins.
All the officials in the Ministry of Punishment were frightened.
Zhao Yishan tapped his right index finger on the table again.
With the main hall of the Punishment Department as the center, a faint white ring spread instantly. Wherever it passed, the walls of the Punishment Department collapsed, the houses collapsed, and most of the Punishment Department was razed to the ground.
Zhao Yishan raised his index finger and tapped the table three times.
despair.
A gust of wind passed through the inside and outside of the Criminal Department. Except for the sky cell where the prisoners were held, everything in the Criminal Department collapsed, and the outer walls in all directions were shattered.
The chief assistant destroyed the punishment department with three fingers, and the common people launched a large-scale offensive.
There were three hundred people from the punishment department in the hall, all of them frowned and counted themselves in the dust.
Zhao Shoufu slowly turned his head and looked at Weng Jingxi.
"Weng Shangshu, how to resolve this matter?"
Weng Jingxi bowed down and bowed, saying: "The Ministry of Punishment has not found out the reason. In order to avenge personal revenge, it killed the imperial officials indiscriminately. Today, I went to court to plead guilty. All departments were strictly investigated. All the ministers on the left and right were relieved of their duties. All the ministers were imprisoned. The mastermind of this matter
The two ministers of Kang and Qin deposed him and handed him over to Dali Temple. From then on, the entire Punishment Department retreated when they saw Gang Feng's son. If Gao Ping suppressed this son, the entire Punishment Department would kill him together."
Zhao Yishan looked at Weng Jingxi quietly without saying a word, and his right index finger actually left the table again.
Weng Jingxi sighed softly and said: "Today, I will send a letter to the Holy One, begging for my bones, and I will never serve in the official position."
"The river has beautiful scenery and is a good place to retire," Zhao Yishan said.
"Tomorrow morning, I will go north to the river, wrap my body in horse leather, and then return home." Weng Jingxi bowed his head and said.
Zhao Yishan seemed not to hear, and his right index finger lingered on.
Weng Jingxi was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "An hour later, all the criminal secretaries will go north to fight for me."
Zhao Yishan stopped his hand, stood up, and walked straight out.
Outside the hall, a group of people dressed in purple and red followed each other and filed out.
The sky is filled with drizzle.
An hour later, a thousand men in black, riding on war horses, stepped out of the north gate of the divine capital city, marched thirty miles, and stopped.
In the mist and rain, the red purple lines were all over the place.
The leader of the Criminal Division An Division pulled out his long sword, cut through the rain curtain, and pointed forward.
"When demons come to the world, all living beings bow their heads!"
"When demons come to the world, all living beings bow their heads!" everyone roared in unison.
One thousand and seven people from the Criminal Division's Secret Service rushed forward.
After a few dozen breaths, everything returned to calm.
The chief assistant's cloth was not stained with blood.
Night Guard Yamen, Chao Prison Secretary.
Zhang Fugui stood in his room, looking at the four walls in disbelief.
"Where is the emperor's calligraphy treasure?"
"Where is my collection?"
"Who did it!"
Zhang Fugui slapped the table and went crazy. He came from a family of bandits and hunted birds all day long. He was pecked in the eye by a goose.
"Ah? Mr. Zhou said that he has already told you that he is just borrowing it and will return it in a few days."
Zhang Fugui was stunned for a long time and cursed loudly: "Zhou Chunfeng, I'm sorry for you! Does he have a nephew named Li Qingxian? I want to settle the score with him!"
"Where are you going, my lord?"
"Of course, go to Chunfengju."
"But Zhao Fu is inside."
"Are I, Zhang Fugui, afraid of Zhao Yishan? Well, prepare yourself for Chunfeng's funeral tomorrow. One yard will be the same, and the harm will not reach the descendants..."
In front of the Yewei Yamen, Li Qingxian jumped off his horse, rushed into the Yewei and rushed towards Chunfeng Residence.
Along the way, everyone who knew Li Qingxian looked at his retreating back and remained silent for a long time.
Stepping into the door of Chunfeng Residence, Li Qingxian heard the sound of very shallow breathing coming from behind the desk in the room.
"Uncle Zhou!"
Li Qingxian was overjoyed and rushed into the door, only to see a strange old man sitting on Zhou Chunfeng's chair.
Dressed in brown cloth, with a face full of deep wrinkles and a reddish complexion, he looks like a farmer or fisherman who has been exposed to the wind and sun all day long.
"You're still so impetuous after becoming the number one scholar?" Zhao Yishan originally held the calligraphy left by Zhou Chunfeng to Li Qingxian and slowly put it down.
Li Qingxian's mind flashed through the names and portraits of the people in the Night Guard files, and there was only one person who matched his appearance.
"Junior Li Qingxian, I have met Mr. Chief Assistant." Li Qingxian bent down and bowed.
"I heard that the spring breeze wants to send you to Jiangnan?"
Li Qingxian's nose felt sore, he gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.
Zhao Yishan snorted coldly, stood up, and walked out slowly.
"Your father knows that he can do anything with his anger." Zhao Yishan said.
Li Qingxian had heard countless legends about this person, and his reputation was so great that he was ranked among the top three monks today, so he did not open his mouth to refute.
Zhao Yishan said as he walked: "I have arranged a new errand for you. You will go north tomorrow. Going to the south of the Yangtze River is useless."
"I want to keep my filial piety for Uncle Zhou." Li Qingxian said.
"Isn't it more filial than you who are crying and crying in the future to tramp through the demonic mountains and take all the heads to sacrifice to the spring breeze?"
Li Qingxian was stunned and gritted his teeth.
"You don't want that calligraphy. Send it to Jiyiju and then you can go to Jiangnan." Zhao Yishan stepped out of the room and walked out.
Li Qingxian looked at Zhao Yishan's back, puzzled. It was his first time meeting this person, but he always felt that he seemed to know him very well.
The chief minister of the dynasty, the first person under the emperor, was waiting for me, why?
Li Qingxian's mind flashed with countless legends about Zhao Yishan, and he was moved in his mind. He looked at his luck and was surprised to find that Zhao Yishan had no protection. He could see Zhao Yishan's life palace directly in front of his eyes.
This Ming Mansion seems familiar.
An empty courtyard and an ordinary stone house.
In the stone house, the fates of young people, young people, middle-aged people and old people are all open, and the sixteen life stars are all in place.
Above each destiny star, there is a white-robed scholar standing, holding a scroll in his hand, and his appearance is that of Zhao Yishan.
Sixteenth Bachelor.
Li Qingxian stood stunned on the spot, the legend turned out to be true.
After Zhao Yishan left, Li Qingxian remembered that before Qingyun Trial left, Zhou Hen had said that Uncle Zhou had left a message for him, and Zhao Yishan had just mentioned a message.
Li Qingxian walked to the desk.
On the left side is a huanghuali wooden box with a tiger head lock, and on the right side is a piece of rice paper with eight characters on it.
The world is uneasy and there is no place for peace and quiet.
Opening the small wooden box, most of it was filled with the "Four Books and Five Classics" written by Zhou Chunfeng.