"Everything is fine at home, but my mother is worried about you and has trouble sleeping and eating. My son must take care of himself outside."
"You need to eat well, drink well, wear warm clothes, and don't let others bully you."
Seeing this, Lu Yizhi closed the letter from his family. Like all mothers, he misses his children who are traveling. No matter how well they eat and how warm they are, they are not as good as being at home.
There was a light sound on the table, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance.
Lu Yizhi raised his eyes and saw a maid replacing the incense burner with new incense.
"Master." Sensing Lu Yizhi's gaze, the maid asked timidly, "Am I disturbing you?"
Lu Yizhi shook his head: "I'm thinking about something."
The maid hurriedly put the incense burner away and quietly withdrew.
Look, even the maids who were just purchased in the capital are no worse than those who have been trained for many years at home. In fact, they are better.
"It's different, it's different."
Shouts came from outside, and accompanied by thumping footsteps, two fellow villagers walked in quickly. Their faces turned red and they were a little excited.
Lu Yizhi stood up hurriedly and asked, "What? Is the exam date scheduled?"
The two waved their hands.
"No, no." "Something happened." "Do you still remember the Liu Xiucai from Jicheng a few days ago?"
After entering Beijing, although I prepared hard for the exam, I still made a lot of friends among scholars, and candidates from all over the world made friends with each other.
Lu Yizhi nodded: "The poem is very well written."
"Yes, that's him." A fellow villager said, slapping the desk, "Today he——"
"He hanged himself." Another fellow villager shouted before he could speak.
Hanged, Lu Yizhi was stunned for a moment.
"In Huixian Tower." The fellow countryman who was robbed of his words hastily added.
Huixian Tower, Lu Yizhi was stunned again.
Huixian Tower left a profound impression on Lu Yizhi who came to Beijing.
After entering Beijing, I studied behind closed doors for a month. Of course, I also had social activities during this period. I went to several famous restaurants, but I never went to Huixian Tower again.
It’s not that he can’t pay, or that he doesn’t have the opportunity, it’s just that Lu Yizhi deliberately avoided it.
Perhaps it was the secret stubbornness in the young man's heart that he wanted to stay until the Master of the Golden Palace was elected to the Imperial Academy, and then go to the Huixian Pavilion.
At this time, Huixian Tower seemed to have lost its fairy spirit. It was crowded with people outside, bustling and noisy.
When Lu Yizhi and others rushed over, they happened to see the body being carried into the car by officials.
The white cloth covering outlines the silhouette of a young man.
Lu Yizhi still has the impression that on that night of full moon, in the wilderness outside the city, everyone was drinking wine over a bonfire. Liu Xiucai of Jicheng wrote a poem about the moon, which attracted a lot of applause. The next day, it spread throughout the city. It is said that Taixue
Dr. Wen all read it and praised it.
The future is promising.
Why did he die?
"He said he hanged himself, drank a lot of wine, and left a pair of sins." A scholar in front said softly.
Sin Fu? What does it mean?
There are also some readers who are crazy and just ask "Is it well written?"
Guilty, confession? Lu Yizhi looked at the corpse being carried.
Liu Xiucai's servants were crying, "Our young master will never commit suicide." "Someone harmed my young master." "This is murder."
Through the door, we could see several officials standing in the hall. The leader was in his thirties, with a knife at his waist, a gloomy face, and a piece of paper in his hand, with faintly visible handwriting.
Is this the sin?
"According to the store clerk, Liu Xiucai complained that he had a conflict with a tenant in Jicheng during an outing. Liu Xiucai was angry and interrupted his thoughts, and asked his servants to beat the tenant to death. The tenant's wife and daughter went to the court to sue.
, but was thrown into prison."
These words caused a commotion all around.
"Impossible." "Liu Xiucai has a gentle temperament and laughs before he speaks."
Accompanied by whispers, the official holding the crime papers or the piece of paper also came out. He was followed by the steward of the Liu family. The steward's eyes were red and his expression was gray.
"Zhang Canjun, our young master was murdered, please be sure to catch the murderer." The steward pleaded hoarsely, "Our young master's clan uncle is related by marriage to Mr. Luo, the regular servant of Sanqi."
Zhang Yuan, a member of the Judicial Service of Jingzhao Prefecture, made his gloomy face longer: "The governor is free to make his decision, so don't say anything more."
The steward quickly followed up with the officer carrying the body in front, pressed the white cloth blown by the wind tightly, touched it through the white cloth, and cried silently: "Sir, you have left your hometown and your ambition has not been fulfilled. The master and his wife have already turned gray, but only the young lady has.
They are pregnant, their parents are waiting for their children to take care of them in old age, and their children have not yet met their father, how can they live?"
After saying that, he raised his head in great sadness.
"Thief, why are you so cruel and ruthless, causing parents, children, wives and children to be separated?"
After hearing the news, many of the people who gathered around were people who had left their hometowns. After hearing this, they felt sorry for themselves.
The expressions of the officials standing at the door talking changed.
"This old guy is treacherous." An official frowned, and he could see through the old servant's mind at a glance. He wanted to incite the students who came to Beijing to take the exam to force the government.
Zhang Yuan pressed the knife on his waist and was about to step forward. At this moment, an even more miserable cry suddenly came from the silence.
"Who did it? My dad——"
This male voice was extremely sad and shrill, making the hair of the onlookers stand on end.
Crying father? A son has just been hanged here. Could it be that someone else’s father has also been hanged? In confusion, the crowd was knocked away and someone rushed towards him.
His movements were too fast, and everyone only saw the colorful clothes passing by.
"My dad, the family business you created has met with such misfortune——"
Zhang Yuan took a step forward, and instead of grabbing the old servant of the Liu family, he put his hand on the visitor and shouted: "Gao Xiaoliu, what are you calling for? Your father is not dead yet!"
Gao Xiaoliu.
Lu Yizhi still remembers this name.
Although it was only mentioned in a few sentences by familiar customers and regular customers, it left a deep impression on people.
Rich and addicted to gambling.
I don’t know what kind of extravagant and stubborn person he is.
Lu Yizhi raised his eyes and saw, this is so extravagant!
Standing in front of Zhang Yuan is a young man of about twenty years old, tall and thin, wearing a flowery robe, a glittering golden belt, and a gold and silver pearl hair crown. In short, his whole body is glittering and dazzling.
It's so hard that people can't see what he looks like.
At this moment, only wailing can be heard.
"Uncle Zhang——" He hugged Zhang Yuan's arm and cried sharply, "The family business has failed, and my father will not live long——"
Zhang Yuan wanted to shake him off, but Gao Xiaoliu was clinging to him like an octopus.
"Gao Xiaoliu, it was you who caused your father's short life! You also ruined the family business!" Zhang Yuan cursed, and finally with the help of the policeman who had recovered his senses, he pulled Gao Xiaoliu away.
Gao Xiaoliu flicked his sleeves: "What do I look like? I'm just gambling, what does it have to do with my family's business! But if you hang yourself in my shop, you will ruin my family's business -" He turned his eyes fiercely
, looking at the corpse in white cloth, "You are not allowed to leave - if you don't compensate me for the loss, you will never leave even if you are dead!"
Liu's servants were startled. They didn't expect that a dead person could be caught and demanded damages——
And Gao Xiaoliu wasn't just talking. He rushed over and lifted up the white cloth with his hand, trying to grab the dead body.
Their son's body will be exposed to the public!
The servants of the Liu family did not bother to cry and complain about their grievances to the people around them.
"Master!"
"stop!"
Two flowers bloom, one on each side. The next plot can only be understood by looking at it.