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Chapter 125: Discovering the Assassin

() When you are doing things, you don’t feel that time is passing quickly. At this time, the remaining light of the setting sun shines into the yard. Although the winter sun cannot bring much warmth, it makes the place where you bathe red.

Zhong Jinwei saw that it was getting late, and if he wanted to stay here by himself and continue chatting with these two people, he would probably be able to see clearly how much ink he had in his stomach.

So he said goodbye to these two literary and artistic workers of the Ming Dynasty.

"I'm the official, the Secretary of the Jiaofang Fengluan respectfully sends off to Uncle Zhongxing."

"I'm going to lower my official rank. The Deputy Envoy of Jiangxi Province will send you to Uncle Zhongxing."

The two men were filled with gratitude and respect, and sent Zhong Jinwei off with formal etiquette. Zhong Jinwei also returned the gift, and then he was about to leave, but then he thought of something and asked Wu Bingdao: "Is Tixue in charge of education? Or is it in charge of students?"

Wu Bing replied respectfully: "Yes, Uncle Zhongxing."

"Oh, in this way, if you have the opportunity, you can teach what you have learned in the school and show them what you have rehearsed." After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he turned around and left without caring whether Wu Bing understood.

It is not easy for the content of the play to be transmitted to schools. Even if it is transmitted, it is estimated that it will not have much effect. The current students of the Ming Dynasty should not be as enthusiastic as the students of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China who were first affected by Western ideas. Now they should be single-minded.

He only seeks fame for himself and benefits for his family.

Wu Bing obviously didn't understand, and stood there in a daze, wondering what Uncle Zhong Xing meant when he said this.

Wen Yuren took two steps before he realized that Wu Bing had not followed him. When he turned around, he found that he was in a daze, so he turned back, tugged on Wu Bing's sleeves, and motioned for him to follow Zhong Jinwei. He should at least send him to the door to avoid being rude.

When Zhong Jinwei walked to the door, he realized that this Jiaofangsi was really different from what he thought. It didn't have the lively scenes of Yingying Yanyan in the TV series.

When I thought about it, I remembered the righteous deeds of the prostitute, and my heart was moved, so I stopped and turned around.

The Dongchang guards followed Zhong Jinwei. One of the guards did not expect Zhong Jinwei to stop and turn around, and almost hit Zhong Jinwei. Fortunately, he was agile and twisted his body to avoid it.

Zhong Jinwei didn't mind being almost hit by him, and said to Wu Bing who was following him: "Whether it is an opera you create or something else, the person you use must have good acting skills. You should understand this. Here

, I have a suggestion for you."

When Wu Bing heard this, he quickly said with a low profile: "Please give me some advice from Uncle Zhongxing."

"Remember the girl Yue'er who first donated more than a hundred taels of silver? You can interview her, oh, visit her, and ask her why she was willing to donate so many taels of silver. I believe her words will be helpful to you, or

Even if you directly recruit her to be your heroine, you may have unexpected results." After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he secretly said in his heart: For such a good woman, it is better to be an actress of the Ming Dynasty than to be mixed in the dust.

At this time, the servants of the Jiaofang Division had already led the horse to the door, and Zhong Jinwei stopped being wordy. He walked down the steps and got on his horse. Naturally, the servants followed Zhong Jinwei, mounted their horses one after another, and formed a half-moon shape to follow Zhong Jinwei.

Zhong Jinwei turned sideways and said to Wu Bing and Wen Yuren: "After your works come out, send someone to my house to notify me, and I will take a look."

"Definitely, definitely, please ask Mr. Zhongxing to correct me." The two of them were naturally happy to let the great god they thought of review them again.

"Then I'll say goodbye. See you later." Zhong Jinwei cupped his fists and said to Wu Bing and Wen Yuren.

Then Zhong Jinwei slowly walked away under the watch of Wu Bing and Wen Yuren.

Zhong Jinwei walked for a while, recalling that this Jiaofangsi was different from his impression, and complained uncontrollably: "Why are the women in Jiaofangsi so artistic? They are all rehearsing for singing and dancing. No wonder not a single customer came to visit."

.”

The walk was quiet and no one spoke. When Zhong Jinwei said this, the Dongchang servants were stunned for a while, and then they all laughed in unison. One of the servants said: "Uncle Zhongxing, do you think Jiaofang

Is the division a jiyuan?"

"Didn't they say that all the family members of the convicted criminals were sent to the Jiaofang Division for execution?" Zhong Jinwei was surprised when he heard this, reined in his horse, turned around and asked.

"They are actors, but they are not ji. They are only engaged in singing and dancing, not prostitution." Another ban servant quickly expressed himself and said first.

"Oh, how can you say that this is an insult to a criminal official? It is not selling oneself." Zhong Jinwei was even more confused after hearing this.

"Uncle Zhongxing, do you think that anyone would let their female relatives show up to sing and dance for outsiders? Being sent to the Jiaofangsi to sing and dance is already a great insult to those scholar-officials." This time he was punished.

The first person to speak took back the right to speak, and his words contained a hint of schadenfreude for the scholar-bureaucrat being treated like this.

"So that's it, I understand." After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he turned around, his legs slightly tucked into the horse's belly, and continued to walk forward. He thought to himself: It seems that he has been misled by later generations again. I really don't know if I don't travel through time.

the truth.

After a while, they arrived at a fork in the road. Zhong Jinwei came to his senses and asked the officer: "Which way should we go back home? Forget it. You guys will lead the way."

After hearing this, a police officer crossed over to Zhong Jinwei and led the way, saying: "This road is closer here. We just go back to the house from the other side of Dingfu Street."

Zhong Jinwei said it was no problem, it was getting late and he should go back home to rest.

After walking for a while, the winter sun was no longer visible, and only the red glow of the sun was still reflected in the sky. There were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of them were already eating and keeping warm at home.

The officer in front led the way and said to Zhong Jinwei: "Uncle Zhongxing, this is Dingfu Street. The Earl's Palace is at the other end. We'll be there soon."

Zhong Jinwei looked at the houses on the left and right sides of Dingfu Street, and could see that the families living here were all from rich or noble families. Basically, there were stone lions guarding the entrances of every house, and the entrances were majestic. Although the sky was not completely dark, many houses

Red lanterns were lit up at the door.

No matter how gorgeous the place is, there will always be beggars. There are a few remote places on the corner of the door steps on this street. There are a few beggars in tattered clothes squatting or standing, shivering in the cold wind, and wealthy people with high status showing their kindness.

, give me some food.

As Zhong Jinwei walked, he admired the houses on both sides, thinking that these could be regarded as his neighbors. If he wanted to walk around some other time, the relationship between neighbors should be good.

As soon as I reached the door of a mansion with the word "Liang" hanging on a red lantern, the door suddenly opened to one side, and a young junior's head popped out of the door.

When Zhong Jinwei and the Dongchang officers heard the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads and looked over out of habit.

The man suddenly saw a group of horses on horseback, quickly retracted his head, and closed the door with a bang, looking a little panicked.

Zhong Jinwei thought to himself, do I look so shabby? I am so scared. After thinking about it, he stopped paying attention and turned around to move on.

Suddenly, I heard a conversation coming from inside the gate: "What are you doing? You're so scared."

"Dongchang, Dongchang, Fan, Fanzi is outside." Another voice replied in a low voice with a slight stutter, and there was no sound inside.

Zhong Jinwei had sharp ears, and when he heard the conversation, he felt funny in his heart: It turns out it's not that I'm poor, but that I'm afraid of the soldiers behind me.

After laughing at himself, Zhong Jinwei was ready to turn his attention to the next house and enjoy the scene at the door of the next house.

Suddenly, Zhong Jinwei was startled. The voice inside just now was a bit high-pitched, but it was not that of a eunuch. It was rather unique. He seemed to have heard it somewhere.

The horse under his crotch had only taken two steps when Zhong Jinwei suddenly remembered that it was this voice that originally shouted: "Kill the young master quickly, he is the person we want to kill."

After Zhong Jinwei escaped from the pursuit, he recalled what happened, and he still remembered the voice giving orders clearly, and it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Zhong Jinwei immediately reined in the reins, then turned to the door of the house with his horse's head, and said: "The person who assassinated me is inside, the one who spoke just now."

The Dongchang officers behind him were wondering why Zhong Jinwei had changed direction. When they heard Zhong Jinwei's words, they all became nervous and pulled out their swords to protect Zhong Jinwei.

Zhong Jinwei saw that the door was closed, so he waved his hand and ordered: "Go in and arrest people."

The two Dongchang fans in front immediately got off their horses and prepared to kick the door.

At this time, a Dongchang fan pointed at the horizontal plaque on the gate and said: "Uncle Zhongxing, this is the Marquis' Mansion of Baoding."

Zhong Jinwei looked up along his finger, and it turned out to be the Marquis Palace of Baoding. However, Zhong Jinwei did not hesitate in his heart. Even the Duke, not to mention the Marquis, would not take him seriously. First, the hierarchy of feudal society was too much for him.

Yan Yan didn't have much experience; secondly, in his eyes, Emperor Chongzhen was the only one he needed to worry about in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Zhong Jinwei turned over and dismounted and shouted again in a firm tone: "Chuang."


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