Volume 7 Ma Mingfeng Xiaoxiao, the young man is holding a knife Chapter 209
News spread like wildfire that the imperial court wanted to interrogate Li Zhibai, the poet-demolished immortal.
Suddenly, the world was shaken.
From the temples to the Imperial College, the people, traders, and soldiers all discussed this matter.
Countless civil servants knelt in front of Fengzhang Hall and put pressure on Jin Emperor Liu Duan.
Countless Confucian students from Taiyuan College gathered outside the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, kneeling all over the ground. What's more, they held up the tablets of ancient great writers and sages and shouted slogans.
What is breathed is heard in the ears.
They are all poems of the Jin Dynasty. What was Li Zhibai's crime in banishing the immortal? Asking the court to forgive Li Zhibai showed that the court valued educated people.
The crowd was excited, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared, it was so lively.
It's just that although more and more civil servants kneel down and more and more Confucian scholars gather together, is it just that the emperor can be seen whenever he wants?
Is the Prime Minister also something that can be seen at will?
Jin Emperor Liu Duan had already sent people to announce the decree three times, telling the kneeling civil servants to leave quickly. This made it clear beyond any doubt that Li Zhibai would never forgive.
But those civil servants were unwilling to give up. Some quoted scriptures, some were heartbroken, and they clung to the yellow gates where the edict was announced and entangled them endlessly.
There was a lot of talk, and in the end, Emperor Jin simply gave up.
If these people are willing to kneel, then they should all kneel.
The gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was already surrounded by Taixue Confucian students in uniform uniforms. They all shouted that Li Zhibai, the poet's banished immortal, was the most wronged person in the Jin Dynasty. They hoped that Prime Minister Xiao would come out and listen to their voices.
Wei Chang'an had come out several times and told them to disperse. He even told them that Li Zhibai's execution was a decree from the imperial court, and Sikong could do nothing.
But these Taixue Confucian students were unwilling to leave no matter what they said.
The crowd was surging, wanting to rush into the prime minister's house to express their love in person.
With a look of helplessness, Wei Changan ordered the guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion to guard the door, and locked Prime Minister Zhu's door tightly.
I might as well not go out myself, and just let the Confucian scholars outside cry and complain about their grievances.
All the Confucian students of the Imperial Academy were waiting outside the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but when the Prime Minister did not come out to see them, they were anxious and their cries of injustice resounded throughout the sky.
I don't know who suddenly shouted in the crowd: "Since the Prime Minister didn't see us, we smashed the royal door and rushed in to see the Prime Minister. We must save everyone Li from the trouble no matter what!... ..”
Suddenly, the crowd was excited and the crowd surged towards the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Eight guards stood at the door, lined up in a row. Seeing these young Confucian scholars actually rushing in, their expressions changed and they shouted loudly: "Stand back, and if you come forward again, you will be killed!" "
With that said, with a few clangs, the eight people all unsheathed the hanging knives on their waists, and nervously looked at the crowd that was swarming in.
Inside Sikong Mansion.
Xiao Yuanche was sitting behind the desk, sipping tea, and standing next to him with his hands lowered was Boning.
But he saw Xiao Yuanche lowering his head to drink tea and said without looking at him: "How is the investigation?"
"My subordinates have found out that Master Jianshu came to the other courtyard to rescue him that day, and the person who stopped the second master was his retainer, Wen Chuyi." Boning's face still had the same sinister expression.
With a "pop-" sound, Xiao Yuanche slammed the tea cup in his hand on the table, and said angrily: "Damn it! It's this Wen Chuyi again!"
Boning paused, then cupped his hands and said, "I would like to ask for instructions whether to get rid of this person."
Xiao Yuanche thought for a while, then suppressed his anger and said: "No, although this Wen Chuyi has cunning plans and is not aboveboard, he is also a man of strategy. Let's keep him for now without granting him real power. Can he still turn the world upside down?"
Boning then nodded.
Xiao Yuanche changed the subject and said, "How is Yang Shuzu's place?"
"Everything is as usual, the Yang family is still in the process of mourning, and Yang Shuzu is responding to everything as usual, without any extreme or unusual behavior." Boning said hurriedly.
Xiao Yuanche nodded and said: "Although Yang Shuzu is not as mature and stable as his father Yang Wenxian, after all, he is also talented and famous, so you should keep an eye on him. If you have any objections, you don't need to ask me for permission. You can do it easily."
Boning quickly cupped his hands and said, "I understand."
Xiao Yuanche asked casually, "How are Su Ling these days? Are you complaining about Li Zhibai again?"
Boning hurriedly replied: "After Su Ling personally arrested Li Zhibai that day, he never mentioned it again. It seemed that Li Zhibai's life and death had nothing to do with him...except when calling him in the house, he would not mention it at all other times.
I go back and forth to the hospital and restaurants as before, nothing seems to be strange."
"Oh?" Xiao Yuanche raised his brows and smiled with interest: "Has this kid figured it out?"
Boning then whispered: "Su Changshi can't figure it out. I don't dare to make random guesses. It's just that I think there are two things that are weird in the past two days..."
When Bonin said this, he lowered his hands and said nothing.
Xiao Yuanche glanced at him and then said: "Just tell me..."
Boning then handed over his hand and replied: "The first thing is that in the house where Li Zhibai lived, there were many books piled on the desk. The night after Li Zhibai was taken away, his subordinates from the Shadow Department went to him
I searched the house and found that the books were still there, but when I checked again the next night, many of the books were missing..."
"Oh? There is one more thing?" Xiao Yuanche frowned, thinking to himself, but then asked Boning: "What is the other thing?"
Boning whispered: "Yesterday afternoon, Su Changshi left the bad hall alone and went to a blacksmith shop to make a weapon..."
When Xiao Yuanche heard this, he became even more puzzled and said: "If he doesn't have a seven-star sword and Jiang Shanxiao, why is he going to fight with the weapon again? What are he fighting for?"
Boning shook his head and said, "I didn't dare to follow too close, so I didn't see clearly."
Xiao Yuanche sat on the desk, thinking constantly and being silent for a long time.
After a long while, he said: "What are those books written by Li Zhibai about?"
Boning said hurriedly: "My subordinates have seen it, and they all copied the poems of the good poets in our country. Li Zhibai should have written a book called "Da Jin Poetry and Wen Lu". According to the soldiers guarding them,
, since Li Zhibai returned to Guanyi from the Longhuang Poetry Society, he has been shutting himself in the room. It seems that he copied the poems Su Ling wrote at the Poetry Society together in this "Da Jin Poetry Record".
"inside."
Xiao Yuanche didn't say anything after listening. He thought to himself that the book on the desk was not lost when Su Ling went to arrest Li Zhibai, but it disappeared the next day.
If nothing unexpected happens, someone must have entered the library at night and moved all the books written by Li Zhibai away.
Xiao Yuanche just thought about it for a moment and guessed that the person who moved the book was probably Su Ling.
Because Li Zhibai had no reason to make friends in Beijing, and he had not gone out since returning from Da Nei, so the only person who knew about his writing was Su Ling, who went to detain him that day.
As for why Su Ling did that, Xiao Yuanche could more or less guess.
If Li Zhibai is convicted, all the books he has written will be confiscated, banned and burned. This guy must have secretly moved these books under Li Zhibai's instructions.
Xiao Yuanche was not angry at all. He thought that Su Ling also wrote good poems and essays, and Li Zhibai was also a master. He kept some collections of poems and essays written by everyone, but it was out of his own love.
Furthermore, it is just a collection of poems and has nothing to do with Chaotang Wu, let alone some insinuations of political remarks.
Just let him go.
Xiao Yuanche thought of this, and then said calmly to Boning: "There is no need to investigate the loss of books written by Li Zhibai. Anyway, Li Zhibai is a dying man, and losing a few books is not a big deal...
.It’s just that Su Ling already has two weapons.
, why the weapon was struck again, what kind of weapon was struck, and what to do, but you need to pay more attention to this. After all, in one day, Li Zhibai will be escorted to the execution ground and beheaded. Nothing can go wrong during this period.
.....Do you understand?"
Boning cupped his hands and said seriously: "I understand..."
Xiao Yuanche was just about to say something more when he saw Wei Changan running in in a panic from outside.
Xiao Yuanche frowned and scolded: "Why are you so panicked?"
Wei Changan hurriedly saluted Xiao Yuanche and replied: "Master, it's not good. The group of imperial students outside have become excited because they have not seen the master come out for a long time. Now they are about to destroy the door and go straight in. Now they are in front of the mansion.
The guards are entangled, but I feel that there are nearly a thousand of those imperial students, and the guards in front of our house may not be able to stop them..."
Xiao Yuanche was a little angry when he heard this, and said in a cold voice: "Let's see what happens. Li Zhibai is not dead yet, and there are so many imperial students coming to incite and make noise. These imperial students are really too arrogant.
!..."
At this point, Xiao Yuanche suddenly called out: "Bo Ning... wait for me to go out and tell these imperial students who are good at talking but don't dare to move forward when they are serious. Who dares to cause trouble again?"
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the prison of the Shadow Division is waiting for them to stay!..."
"Here!..."
Bonin promised to be there, turned around and retreated.
... ... ... ... ...
The next day.
Over the entire Longtai City, dark clouds rolled, and the ink-like darkness made people breathless. On the ground, the strong wind rustled the branches, and fallen leaves filled the air and every corner of the deep alleys. It was a cold spring.
There seemed to be no life at all, the deep dilapidation and desolation, as sad as parting from life or death.
The sky was getting darker and gloomier, and the strong wind blew up the clothes of countless pedestrians on the road, like waves in the sea. Everyone felt that heavy rain was coming.
The wind is like a huge mouth, sweeping through the entire Longtai, the trees are swaying and their leaves are falling, and countless light green leaves of early spring are floating all over the city.
generally.
"Crack-", a dazzling lightning flashed across the sky. The sky and the earth seemed to suddenly light up, and the shops lined with dragons and terraces suddenly seemed to glow in the dark, one bright and one dark.
"Boom -" there was a loud thunder, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. The sound of thunder and lightning filled the whole world with boundless power. Lightning flashed suddenly, and several stray cats and dogs flew into the darkness.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife. The heavy raindrops finally fell, and the sky and the earth were covered by this boundless rain curtain, and all colors were lost.
It was raining all over the sky and the earth, weeping and complaining, and it was so desolate.
I don't know why, if it was going to rain heavily, everyone in the big city of Longtai would rush towards their homes in a hurry, hoping to get home when the rain pours.
I just don’t know why, but today is abnormal.
The endless flow of people gathered in the streets and alleys of Longtai. In the heavy rain, the flow of people surged like a tide, with men, women, old and young walking shoulder to shoulder.
Depending on their status, they can be traffickers and foot soldiers, women and children, young and old, high-ranking officials, Confucian scholars, and so on.
Everyone's expressions were almost exactly the same, with solemn expressions and sad expressions.
Countless people ignored the wind and rain in the city and continued to surge forward with the flow of people in the pouring rain.
Some people bring umbrellas but don’t hold them up, and most people don’t bring umbrellas at all.
Let the heavy rain wet their clothes and faces.
It's just that, everyone seemed unmoved. The whole street was silent, except for the heavy rain and the long flow of people under the heavy rain.
Everyone is going in the same direction.
Guitiantai in Kyoto was the place where high-status people in the Jin Dynasty were beheaded for capital crimes.
Everyone knows that today's Jin Dynasty will bid farewell to a master of literature and poetry, and a spiritual mentor in the hearts of countless poor students and scribes will lose his life forever.
They were coming to see him off on his last journey.
It was raining, and it seemed that he was also crying for him.
There is a restaurant about tens of feet away from the Guitian Terrace. The business is usually not good, but the business is booming only when the prisoners are executed on the Guitian Terrace. Because it is two stories high and condescending, you can watch every move of the prisoners being executed on the Guitian Terrace.
It must be clear and without any obstruction.
Therefore, many people watching the excitement will gather here.
Today the restaurant is even more crowded, but in the past there was a lot of people talking and commenting on the people who died. Today everyone here is silent, with solemn expressions, holding wine bottles in their hands, and they are all pouring their own wine.
Drink to comfort melancholy.
In front of the restaurant door, there was a bartender standing. He used to have a warm smile on his face to welcome customers, but today he also had a solemn look on his face and stood with his pen straight.
At this moment, in the wind and rain that filled the sky, a young man in black was holding an oil-paper umbrella, facing the wind and rain, and slowly walked through the rain curtain.
Standing in front of the restaurant, I looked up and shook off a few drops of rainwater that had fallen on my body.
When the bartender saw the young man in black coming, he rushed over to greet him. Although he didn't smile, he said respectfully: "Young Master, you are here."
The young man in black nodded, as if he was a familiar guest here, and asked: "I often go to the private room upstairs, can I stay here?"
The bartender nodded hurriedly and said: "Young Master has told me several times that the store will reserve it for you no matter what, just waiting for Young Master to come."
The young man in black nodded, took out a small silver coin from his arms, threw it to the bartender and said: "It's for you... I like to be clean. If you don't have me, don't let anyone get close to me."
If you...do well, I will reward you with another reward!"
The bartender nodded hurriedly to express his understanding, but saw that the young man in black was carrying a rather large black baggage behind him, and he didn't know what it contained inside.
The bartender eagerly wanted to take it off for the young man in black and hold it in his hand.
The boy in black frowned and said, "No need... I can carry it myself."
While talking, I had already entered the restaurant.
The young man in black glanced around at the guests on the first floor of the restaurant. Without any delay, he climbed up to the second floor, lifted the curtain and entered the elegant room.
The bartender asked, should I just sift four corners of wine and a cup of peanuts as before?
The young man in black nodded, and the bartender left. After a while, he came back, poured the sifted wine and peanuts, and then turned around and went out.
After the bartender left, the young man in black suddenly stood up and walked to the door of the private room. He listened carefully and felt that the bartender was far away, so he returned.
He reached out and took off the black baggage from his back, and gently placed it on the table on his right.
Although he moved briskly, he still heard an inaudible chirping sound coming from the bundle.
After doing this, the young man in black stood up, walked quickly to the back window, opened the back window with a "squeak", and slowly looked outside under the window.
Sure enough, this private room is the best place in this restaurant to view the Guitian Terrace. It is condescending. The execution place of the Guitian Terrace is only a few feet away. You can see it clearly and it is the closest.
The young man in black turned his head sideways and carefully observed every move on the deathbed.
At this moment, someone on the street suddenly shouted: "It's coming... it's coming! The Li family's prison van is coming this way..."
Hearing this, the young man in black couldn't help but tighten his hands. This chapter has been completed!