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Chapter 1,210: My thoughts are clear and inflated, and then I meet a Feng girl who studies history books

"Why are you still cleaning up?"

Zhao Wenhua hurried back to the inner house and saw the servants coming to carry the goods and the maid counting the belongings. He suddenly frowned: "Didn't I tell you to get on the road quickly? What are you delaying!"

His wife came up to him and said, "The master is too hasty. The shop in the capital has been sold at a low price. If we don't leave any money at home, how will we live in Zhejiang?" Zhao Wenhua was furious: "You greedy woman, you are so stupid!

Is money more important, or is life more important? After arriving in the south of the Yangtze River, will your family still be short of money?" He is from Cicheng Town, Zhejiang Province. The Zhao family is also a gentry family in the local area and has quite a foundation, so he decided to appoint Yan Dang as the

After the previous crisis had passed safely, he was ready to arrange for his wife, concubines, and children to run away and hide back in his hometown.

This is indeed a guilty conscience, but Zhao Wenhua knows very well the methods of the Yan family and his son. Whether it is the arrogant and domineering Yan Shifan or the old and meek Yan Song, they are both ruthless. Once he is found guilty of collaborating with the Japanese, he will be the one responsible for it.

If someone is playing tricks behind his back, the fate of the whole family is bound to be miserable.

After hearing the scolding, his wife was reluctant and ordered her servants to speed up, while Zhao Wenhua paced back and forth, his brows filled with anxiety.

So desperate, a close servant came to report: "Sir, Mao Haifeng left the guest room and can't be found anywhere. I'm afraid he left the capital..."

Zhao Wenhua clenched his fists: "Damn, these thieves can't run fast!" The Japanese pirates who slandered Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen were provided by Wang Zhi. Since the incident failed, Zhao Wenhua also wanted to kill the pirates who wanted to recruit them.

He pulled him into trouble, but he didn't expect that the other party was more knowledgeable than his wife. When he realized that the situation was not good, he immediately ran away.

Fortunately, there was good news, and soon a confidant came to report it, delivering a letter from his hometown.

Zhao Wenhua unfolded it and scanned the front. When he saw the second half, his eyes widened, surprised and delighted: "The family's farmland has reached 150,000 acres?"

He became a Jinshi in the eighth year of Jiajing. Later he was appointed as the head of the Ministry of Punishment and recognized Yan Song as his adoptive father. Most of these years he worked as an official in the central government. He only exchanged letters about the situation in his hometown. I really didn't expect that there would be such a thing.

Family business.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not surprising.

He became the adopted son of the chief minister and gained immense power, which naturally attracted the support of the surrounding villages. Among other things, those who donated land would probably flock to him.

The so-called donation means dedicating land to the emperor, relatives, and noble officials for free. At first glance, it sounds incredible, but in fact, this act is not something that the common people at the bottom can do. It is precisely the small and medium-sized landowners who are qualified to donate their own property.

Fields are dedicated to dignitaries.

As for the reason, it is naturally to take advantage of the welfare of the gentry class to avoid taxes and corvee. Not to mention, in the 24th year of Jiajing, the Ming court issued preferential and exemption regulations, which specifically determined the preferential and exemption quotas for gentry at all levels: "Beijing

The first-rank official is exempted from service grain for 30 dan, and the person is thirty ding. The following decreases, up to the ninth-rank official is exempted from ration of 6 dan, and the person is 6 ding; for foreign officials, it is half;

Two people; if you are an official, you will get seven out of ten of this product for free.”

It seems that the ratio is not high, but in actual practice, it is far more than this. There is also a way out for children and grandchildren to go home to study and work in agriculture.

However, although Wang Xifeng has management ability, his vision is not long-term after all, and he did not listen to Qin Keqing's advice. Although Zhao Wenhua has no political ability, he still has a long-term plan for the family. He plans to transfer the land after returning. If strict

If the party dares to make mistakes, the entire Jiangnan gentry will rise up to resist.

After thinking like this, he made up his mind, urged the stingy girl, and walked easily towards the house.

But as soon as he entered the room, Zhao Wenhua's body shivered and he felt a cold air blowing against his face.

The lights went out at some point, and under the night light, a figure could be vaguely seen sitting in the house.

Zhao Wenhua didn't react slowly and was about to step back immediately, but he heard a familiar voice coming over: "Where are you going?"

"Yan Shifan?"

Zhao Wenhua stopped and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The figure in the darkness leaned forward, revealing a face full of evil spirits. Looking at it, Zhao Wenhua felt extremely strange.

He had seen Yan Shifan's ferocious face before, and even saw with his own eyes the viciousness of Yan Shifan's blood-stained hands when he beat his servant to death...

But it didn't look like this. There was a gloomy atmosphere between the brows, as if under the gloomy clouds, accompanied by the howling of the cold wind, the gray snowflakes swirled and fell to the ground, bringing out a strange cold that annihilated life.

This feeling…

He doesn’t look like a person anymore!

Zhao Wenhua was so frightened that he didn't have time to think about why the other party suddenly appeared in his house. He just forced a smile and said, "Brother Donglou, I don't know why?"

Yan Shifan's eyes flashed with a faint light, and he said bluntly: "Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen are really useless, they actually let you still alive!"

Zhao Wenhua changed his color: "Mr. Xiaoge, you...what are you talking about?"

Yan Shifan laughed, stood up, and strode over to him: "Thanks to you, I am no longer an old man in a small pavilion. Thanks to you, I know that a mere old man in a small pavilion is not worth remembering at all!"

Zhao Wenhua retreated continuously, still holding on to the last chance, and roared: "Yan Shifan, I am a third-grade official of the court, you dare to harm me directly?"

People of their status would never look down upon an ordinary man who would be so angry that he would be splashed with blood. Zhao Wenhua was also afraid of the Yan family's father and son's machinations, and he would not think that the son of the dignified chief minister would do it with his own hands like an assassin.

Kill yourself... But in fact, this incredible thing happened.

Without saying another word, Yan Shifan put his hand around his neck and lifted him up. At the same time, an indescribable flame spread out from his palm and entered Zhao Wenhua's body.

Zhao Wenhua raised his neck and opened his mouth angrily, but there was no sound. Instead, he heard countless screams lingering in his ears.

Those are the officials whose achievements he stole, the colleagues who were framed by his conspiracy, and even the farmers who had their fields taken away by their family members...

Everyone first let out a terrifying scream, and then turned into little flames, surrounding them until they were completely enveloped.

It seemed that a long time had passed, but in fact, in just a moment, the look in Zhao Wenhua's eyes disappeared, and he fell back and lost his breath.

A dead soul rose up from the corpse in a daze. For a long time, no one appeared to take away the dead soul. It seemed that even the messengers from the netherworld were afraid of that ethereal flame.

"The court officials dare not kill? Not to mention a mere third-grade official, even those more noble people will end up dead if they offend me!

Yan Shifan circled around Zhao Wenhua's body, laughed with satisfaction, turned around and melted into the darkness, disappearing.

Almost at the front and back, a breeze blew by. Li Yan and Jiuye walked out and came to Zhao Wenhua's body.

"Grass!"

Jiuye was so shocked that he even said his old mantra: "This Yan Shifan can actually control the fire of karma. Is it the ability given by the devil?"

Li Yan saw it more clearly: "It's not control, it's more like immunity. People with deep karma like Yan Shifan should have died when they came into contact with karma fire, but now he can survive alone and come into contact with it."

The living beings were devoured by the fire of karma..." After Yan Shifan was possessed by the devil, he refined the first ray of magic power and officially entered the door of practice, but it was just the beginning. Under normal circumstances, this small amount of magic power would be difficult to

Fighting.

But now he has mastered a terrible shortcut, triggering the fire of karma, and then commits suicide

The body is immune and allows the other party to bear the burning fire of karma. As long as the sin is serious, he will die in an instant.

There is no doubt that this is the devil's ability and it is also a deterrent.

But maybe the other party didn't face him directly, but fell in love with Yan Shifan. In Li Yan's eyes, this devil is still at the level of being fierce and cruel.

Of course, he did not take it lightly, especially for the secular world. No one could say what a little old man with a perverse temperament would do if he had magical power.

"Zhao Wenhua died under the fire of karma. He deserved his death, but he cannot continue."

Li Yan counted with his fingers, and the appearance of a powerful official emerged. He had an idea in his mind and arranged: "Yan Shifan will not stop, and He Maocai is also in danger. You go and protect him."

Jiuye said: "Yes!"

Li Yan warned: "Just save your life. Don't pay attention to political struggles outside of Taoism and law."

If Yan Shifan had not been possessed by a demon, he would never have appeared in these political contests.

Zhao Wenhua's behavior was pure political gambling, and it was quite stupid. If he won the bet, he would not have the chance to join the cabinet, but he would be making wedding clothes for Xu Jie. If he lost the bet, his family would naturally be ruined.

In the same way, He Maocai and Zheng Michang followed Zhao Wenhua and became kings and losers, so they should also accept it.

Only Yan Shifan is now using the power of the devil to kill people. As a heavenly master, he must stop it.

Jiuye took the order and left. Li Yan's eyes fell on the retreating figure, with a bit of curiosity, his long sleeves were draped behind him, he took off in the wind, and followed him with ease.

Yan Shifan was walking alone on the streets of the capital. There were no wealthy slaves cheering in front of him, but he was full of ideas and full of excitement.

"I am indeed a genius!

In his mind, the image of the demon appearing not long ago had disappeared. He believed that being able to step into the door of cultivation was entirely due to his outstanding talent. He couldn't help but feel extremely proud: "If I had practiced cultivation early, the heavenly masters of the Ming Dynasty would have

If I do it, where is the place for Li Shizhen? Haha!

After laughing, Yan Shifan was even more ecstatic to find that his lost brother had returned.

The smell of rouge happened to be wafting in the air. He walked aimlessly and came to a back door.

I saw a stream of carriages and sedans picking up guests parked at the door. A row of gorgeous lanterns extended straight in from the courtyard door, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime. There were bursts of sounds of silk and bamboo from the small building hidden among the trees.

Yingying smiles.

Yan Shifan was naturally no stranger to such places. Although the Fireworks Girl was not qualified to be his concubine, she had also been a concubine.

It's just that for the extremely smart Mr. Xiaoge, the tricks of the entertainment scene cannot be hidden from the eyes. Compared with deliberately trying to please, he still prefers decent women. But at this time, he is in high spirits when happy events happen, and he is full of desires.

, and immediately walked towards the courtyard.

The young man, who has been in a high position for a long time and has a commanding and arrogant aura, welcomes and greets guests. The young man with the most vicious eyes hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile on his face: "Do you have an invitation for this distinguished guest?"

"You dare to stop me?"

Yan Shifan's eyes widened with a dark luster. The young man looked in a daze and immediately led the way: "Master, please! Master, please!"

When he arrived at the water pavilion and took his seat, the whole hall was used to it, as if he should sit here. Such manipulation of people's hearts made Yan Shifan more and more intoxicated. He poured a glass of wine and started to taste it.

At this time, one by one the maids opened the row windows, letting in the soft moonlight, and a group of musicians, holding pipa, flute and flute, sat down behind the gauze curtain, and all around looked at them with eager eyes.

There were even more discussions: "It's coming!" "I've heard for a long time that this woman is not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also dabbles in classics and history." I am familiar with the history of the Tang Dynasty and commented on "Zi Zhi Tong Jian".

So thought provoking!

"oh?"

Yan Shifan raised his eyebrows, a little curious.

Although he did not participate in the imperial examination, it does not mean that he has no knowledge. There is a lot worth saying in the history of the Tang Dynasty.

The key is that a prostitute doesn't learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but is interested in history books, or his favorite "Zi Zhi Tong Jian"?

Seeing that the interest of the distinguished guest was aroused, a slim figure emerged from the gauze curtain.

Then he turned around and a soft voice sounded:

"My little girl Qin Feng, I have met all the officials!"


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