County Magistrate Wen Siyan stayed where he was, with the previous scenes flashing through his mind.
The Shen Gong Sect easily paid off its debts and suddenly acquired a powerful skill, which attracted the help of the River Guard Army. They directly mobilized the night guards to seize the Weng family's shop in Momen Fengzhou. No matter who they approached, others said they did not know who Li Keqing was. The mysterious
Life magician...
All kinds of things were connected together to form the legend of the capital. Li Qingxian, the son of Li Gangfeng, the only life magician of Night Guard, and Zhou Chunfeng died together with many high-ranking demon sects in order to protect this son. The rumors were deeply appreciated by Zhao Yishan...
Wen Siyan's arms shook slightly.
Scholars in the world all respect Zhao Yishan as a god.
Li Gangfeng was upright and upright, Zhou Chunfeng was famous all over the world, Song Yunjing was unparalleled in scripture and meaning, but Zhao Yishan was the unofficial next official.
Once Zhao Yishan resigns, what awaits him will be the thousands of miles of flowers in Wensheng Mountain to welcome his master, and scholars all over the world will worship his wise teacher.
The Demon Sect's Punishment Department was extremely powerful, but Zhao Yishan destroyed it with three fingers. The emperor didn't ask, and the Demon Sect in the world seemed unaware of it.
Wen Siyan suddenly realized that when Li Qingxian came to Qiyuan City, he could hide it from ordinary people, but not from the big officials of the Demon Sect.
But no one leaked the news to him.
Vince's words are like falling into an ice cave.
Over there, Lu Yuanting stood blankly in front of Li Qingxian, not even knowing where to put his hands.
Others may know little about Li Qingxian, but this is Qiyuan City and this is Qiming Academy.
When Li Qingxian's war poem "Touching the Dragon Gate" and Emperor Taining's comments about "a young fortune-teller and a master of poetry" reached Qiming Academy, some students and teachers burst into tears of excitement.
Mr. Gang Feng has a successor.
Lu Yuanting was also one of the extremely excited students at that time.
Now, that person is standing in front of him.
Lu Yuanting's mind went blank.
The headmaster of Qiming Academy, Xiang Zhishu, glanced at the pale-faced county magistrate Wen Siyan, at Lu Yuanting, who could no longer speak, and then at the prison guard, Feng Yemai.
He remembered Feng Yemai's meaningful look in his eyes when he and Feng Yemai discussed targeting the Shen Gong Sect a few days ago.
He knows everything.
Feng Yemai is a good friend of Li Gangfeng. He studied with Li Gangfeng for five years and worked with him for three years.
Zhang Moya, the mountain chief, was Li Gangfeng's teacher and taught Li Gangfeng the classics for three years.
From the beginning, this literary meeting had no chance of winning.
Xiang Zhishu looked at Wen Siyan again and remembered Wen Siyan's words.
"If this happens, at worst, I can arrange a good job for you in Shazhou or the Ministry of Punishment. Behind me, not only the magic sect, but also a life magician."
Xiang Zhishu took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Li Qingxian first, stood up and said: "Student Xiang Zhishu, please pay homage to Mr. Li. However, even if you are the son of Gang Feng, you cannot confuse right and wrong! Shen Gong Faction killed Shen Jian.
There are more than 200 family members in the door, and the evidence is as solid as a mountain."
Wen Siyan was stunned for a moment, looking at Xiang Zhishu in disbelief, wanting to reach out his hand and cover this idiot's mouth.
This matter is no longer as simple as the Divine Sword Sect and the Divine Gong Sect.
It is decided by the people behind Li Qingxian.
Even though I, as the county magistrate, am not qualified to speak, I can only find opportunities to resolve the issue.
But Li Qingxian smiled and said: "Speaking of irrefutable evidence, in order to let Lu Yuanting compete for the top spot, you bought this song "Song of Snow" from others, and then colluded with four of the judges. How do you explain it?"
"You are setting this up." Xiang Zhixue said without changing his expression.
Feng Yemai from the prison house shook his head and said, "You can speak for yourself."
At this time, the three judges came out and described the collusion process with Xiang Zhishu one by one.
Xiang Zhishu looked at the three people and couldn't accept it for a while.
He bribed four people in total and betrayed three?
The students present saw the reactions of the prison guards and listened to the narratives of the three judges. Some were silent, some were angry, and some were ashamed.
The college founded by Li Gangfeng, who was known for his uprightness and strictness, and the literary society in memory of Mr. Gang Feng turned out to be filthy and deceitful, and the leader was appointed by default.
Xiang Zhishu's face turned pale and he argued: "In order to overthrow the evil Shen Gong Sect, I have a clear conscience by using my position as the leader of the Cultural Society."
Li Qingxian didn't seem to hear these words, looking past Xiang Zhishu to the more than 300 people behind him who were at a loss.
"This aspiration letter is for self-interest, by any means necessary. This has been the case with all the evildoers since ancient times. I am more curious. You read the sages' books, talk eloquently all day long, and your knowledge is far beyond ordinary people. How can you be easily instigated by the aspiration letter?
, point the finger at the Divine Gong Sect?"
The students looked ashamed.
"It's understandable that he was incited by Xiang Zhishu to the point where he felt a moment of righteous indignation." Li Qingxian said.
The students secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Qingxian gratefully.
Li Qingxian changed the subject and said: "However, what I don't understand is why you people who claim to be smart can only see a few families being wiped out, but not people freezing to death and starving street after street.
?Why can we only see hundreds of corpses hanging in the city, but not thousands of tombs? Why can we only see bloody scars, but never see the bumps covered with heavy snow? It’s because there are too many corpses under the heavy snow, and they have been paved.
Flat earth? Why are you only angry for the dead people in front of you, but not for the hundreds of thousands of victims in the past and the future? Do you not know how to count, or the simplest comparison?
Big or small, or do you not care about the life and death of others at all, or is it that when you encounter these two things, as usual, you never really use your brain to think?"
The whole place was silent.
Everyone seemed to understand what Li Qingxian was talking about, but they didn't seem to understand.
Li Qingxian said slowly: "The culprit who caused the tragedy must be the creator of thousands of tombs."
As Li Qingxian spoke, he turned to look at Wen Siyan and said, "These students don't understand, but Magistrate Wen, you must understand."
Wen Siyan's body trembled, he raised his hand to Li Qingxian, and said: "Master Li, please tell me clearly. The subordinate did not investigate and was deceived by his subordinates, so he misjudged the case. The subordinate asked for the bones, resigned and returned to his hometown, and no longer served as an official.
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The students were secretly frightened. Although they vaguely understood that Wen Siyan was going to be in trouble, they did not expect that Wen Siyan would be so decisive and give up his official career completely.
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "County Magistrate Wen, you misunderstood, I am not a student of Qiming Academy. I not only saw hundreds of corpses hanging in the city, I saw more, layers of blood and tears under the heavy snow, I heard
What’s more, there are sighs from thousands of tombs.”
Wen Siyan looked at Li Qingxian desperately, already fully understanding this man's true intention.
There is no way out for him.
Wen Siyan took a deep breath, raised his hands in the direction of Shendu, and said: "The lower official is a sixth-rank official from the imperial court, the magistrate of Qiyuan County, with the jurisdiction of the state government below, and the decision-making of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Cabinet in the middle.
There is an imperial investigation, and the lower officials are willing to enter Dali Temple and accept the trial."
Li Qingxian shook his head and said: "Magistrate Wen, Magistrate Wen, I didn't expect you to be as naive as the three hundred people on the stage. I came to Qiyuan City not to look for evidence, but to punish crimes."