Bi Songhai suddenly laughed, with a somewhat thoughtful look in his eyes.
What kind of support does a little scholar have to dare to talk to him like this?
"Hehehe, you are very bold."
Mei Changyan's expression remained unchanged, and he laughed along with him, saying: "Naturally, a young scholar would not have the courage to sue his parents. Fortunately, someone gave me something, and my courage became bolder.
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After more than ten years as the military commander, Bi Songhai had already become a human spirit. He was wavering in his heart, wondering whether the scholar in front of him had something to rely on or was just pretending to be famous.
"Interesting, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get out of my army!"
Mei Changyan felt a little nervous and subconsciously touched his waist after hearing Bi Songhai's words.
Bi Songhai's eyes drifted and he continued: "Since you know that I have an affair with the bandits in Meishan, you still dare to come to me and submit a complaint."
He took off the waist knife from the wall, took it out of its sheath, put it on the scholar's neck, and threatened: "I will kill you first, and then let those bandits massacre Meigang Village. If I want to blame you, I blame you for knowing too much."
With the sharp blade at his throat, Mei Changyan's eyelids trembled, and he mustered up the courage in his heart and said: "As far as I know, you have a married couple and a concubine with eighteen rooms, and you have ten children. Mr. Bi, you kill
If I die, I will really be beyond redemption."
Bi Songhai's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he reached out to touch the scholar. After searching for a moment, he found a token from the scholar's jacket.
He placed it on his palm and looked at it carefully. The huge word "Zhao" made his heart skip a beat.
The word "Zhao" on this token could be the "Zhao" from Jinling!
Bi Songhai said nothing and stood there for a long time before slowly kneeling down and digging his fingers into the ground, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.
In Rouge Country, who dares to fake the Zhao family? Even the most arrogant and stupid Jianghu people dare not risk their wealth and life to touch the Zhao family of Jinling.
Mei Changyan took a step forward slowly, put away the brocade box, and whispered: "Earlier today, the bandits from Meishan came to Meigang Village and said they were looking for a good-looking woman to celebrate Mr. Bi's birthday. I don't know.
Lord Bi, do you recognize a man named Sun Zhuang?"
Bi Songhai's eyes widened and he didn't know how to respond to Xiucai's words.
Mei Changyan walked around the wooden table, tapped the table with his fingertips and said: "A few days ago, I came to the county to submit a petition, but the county magistrate was not there, so I had to go back home. Unexpectedly, I met three people on the way.
A well-dressed Jianghu man, these three are real knights. They arrested the bandits two or three times. One of them gave me this token. Master Bi, look at it. The character Zhao on this token is
Not that Zhao from Jinling."
Bi Songhai was sweating profusely and his head hit the ground heavily.
"Bi Songhai is guilty of death."
"Of course you deserve the death penalty. It's a pity that those concubines who entered the house because of your power have to suffer the sins of the nine Yi tribes with you."
Mei Changyan stabbed the middle-aged man's heart without mercy.
This crime was reported to the state capital, and all nine members of the Bi family were killed, along with the innocent family members of the concubines.
Bi Songhai's face turned pale and his lips trembled as he asked, "What should I do?"
Mei Changyan drew back his sleeves and looked at the man beneath him calmly.
"Master Bi, people are doing it and God is watching. What should I do? Do you still need me as a scholar to teach you? Life or death is not up to you!"
Bi Songhai's eyes were full of tears and he kowtowed heavily. The man who had never shed tears for most of his life actually broke down in tears.
"I'll do it now, sir."
night.
Bi Mansion is brightly lit.
Bi Songhai sat in front of his desk, looking at the last letter on the desk, speechless.
The bird's nest soup on the table had already cooled down, but what chilled him to the bone was the Zhao family token in Mei Changyan's hand.
The young scholar was absolutely right, life or death was not up to him.
Together with his married wife, he wrote nineteen letters of divorce. Looking back on the bastard things he had done over the years, he really felt a little sorry for his beloved.
Eighteen rooms and a large concubine's room
Most of them were forced into the house. In recent years, some of his concubines have given birth to sons and a half daughters for him. It's a pity that he can't leave anything more for them. Fortunately, he usually rewards many gems and silver hairpins, and these things
You should be able to live a prosperous life if you pawn it.
"Daddy is at home?"
A crisp sound sounded outside the door.
Bi Songhai took a deep breath, pinched his eyebrows, and said, "I'm here."
The door creaked open, and a small figure appeared in front of him. This was the daughter born to him by his fourteenth concubine.
Seeing the timid little one outside the door, Bi Songhai said with a straight face: "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
The little boy exposed half of his body and whispered: "I haven't seen Daddy for a few days. I miss Daddy."
Bi Songhai's expression softened, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought that he had indeed not been home for many days.
He walked to the door, picked up the little one, and said softly: "Daddy will come home more often in the future."
The little one looked at her mother with a soft and cute face. She blinked her eyes and stretched out her right little finger...
"Daddy pulls the hook. If my brother says to pull the hook, you can't go back on it."
The wrinkles at the corners of Bi Songhai's eyes were squeezed together. He stretched out his little finger and hooked it. Then he took out a gold hairpin with an emerald-colored gemstone from his sleeve and inserted it into the little girl's bun. He said softly: "This is what Daddy prepared for you."
You must keep your dowry and don’t let others see it.”
"Can't it be the same for my brothers and sisters?"
"Well, because daddy gave this to you alone."
"Thank you dad."
The little girl didn't understand what a dowry was, but she only knew that it was a gift from her father and she must keep it.
Bi Songhai raised his hand and patted the little one on the back, "Go back to bed early."
"Yeah, Dad."
After hurriedly taking a sip of fragrance on Bi Songhai's face, the little boy ran out and looked back at the middle-aged man in the room.
The room became quiet again, and the man in his late fifties slumped feebly on the chair.
All these are his fault.
After listing all the crimes committed over the years, he did not intend to count the ill-gotten gains over the years.
One is because too much money has been collected over the years, and the other is because the family property is so widely distributed that it is impossible to calculate it.
Even if it takes a lot of effort to liquidate the ill-gotten gains, it will finally make the police officers less troublesome.
He would not do anything to make others easier.
After finishing everything, he handed all the divorce papers into the hands of the concierge.
This old gentleman has worked as a concierge in Bi Mansion for twenty years. From poverty to wealth, he has been loyal.
It is most safe and secure to leave the finishing touches to him.
In this way, he can walk with more peace of mind on the road to hell.
The old concierge burst into tears as he looked at the nineteen letters of divorce in his hand.
He had guessed that such a day would come a long time ago, but he didn't expect that this day would be today. It didn't come too early, nor was it too late.