Just after returning home and sleeping for less than an hour, the boy ran into the house and woke Jia Cong: Feng Ziying is here. Not long after, Princess Jia Huan Jian'an, Jia Baoyu, Shi Xiangyun, Jia Lan and Jia Yun from the Xianguo Mansion next door.
Xue Pan, Liu Aiyun, Liu Xianglian, Qin Keqing, Xue Baochai, Jiang Zirong, Ni Er and others woke up one after another. Tsinghua Women's School, Zhonghua Book Company, Jinfen Family, Suzi Chocolate Special Shop, etc. were also all alarmed. The engraving department of Zhonghua Book Company immediately worked overtime.
Rushing to work. I don’t know when the snow stopped.
It's cold now, and the sun doesn't come out until around 2:00 a.m. At sunrise, a monk is entering the city. The monk is wearing a red robe and a bamboo hat, holding a string of one hundred and eight long eye-sized rosary beads.
Behind him were a farmer and a bamboo craftsman. The monk had the morning light on his head, white snow on his feet, and was covered with dust. His expression was solemn, and he felt like a living Buddha had come to this world. A businessman who was leaving the city saw him and murmured: "This master is so tall.
Practice." Without leaving the city, I followed him. After walking for more than ten steps, there was a scholar who was also about to leave the city with a book box on his back. Looking at the monk, he couldn't help but follow him. In the blink of an eye, there was a scholar behind him.
I followed four people including scholars, farmers, industry and merchants.
There is no shortage of idle people in the capital. Seeing this, they were all curious to inquire. Someone recognized him and loudly said: "This is Master Wen Dharma from Wanshou Temple, a high-ranking monk. Didn't you say that he was traveling abroad? Why did he suddenly come back?
Have you arrived in the capital? Could something have happened?"
Before he finished speaking, another loud voice laughed and said: "Brother, you are right."
The man glanced at him, was slightly startled, and then climbed up the pole and said, "Oh? Brother, do you know?"
The loud voice shouted with great anger: "If he is someone else, I don't know; if he is a Dharma listener from Wanshou Temple - hehehehe~~" He suddenly smiled very obscenely, "Surely something big happened. But...
He dares to come back to Beijing at this time, I respect him as a man!" As he said this, he cupped his hands at the back of the monk who heard the Dharma.
The man just now asked hurriedly: "What's the matter?"
"Hehehe~~ Brother wants to know? Why don't we go together and we'll find out!"
"Okay! I'm also curious and want to follow."
The two then followed. Several people nearby saw them following and followed them. As a result, a monk was followed by scholars, farmers, businessmen, and a large group of idle people watching the excitement, which was very eye-catching. The monk listened to the Dharma calmly and calmly.
, without even looking back. By the time he reached the entrance of Wanshou Temple, many people were already following him.
There are usually many good men and women in Wanshou Zen Temple, but there are especially many today. Apart from the pilgrims, there are also many people who are obviously here just to watch the excitement. When they saw him coming, they all shouted: "Come on, come on -" Wen Fawei
Startled, he still strode towards the mountain gate with rapid strides. The crowd around him stretched out their necks as if they were watching a big show.
After hearing the law, I walked through the mountain gate and saw that there were more people inside. As soon as they saw him, they gathered around him. In the blink of an eye, he and those who had followed from the city gate to watch the excitement were all gathered into a semicircle from behind. I vaguely heard words coming from the crowd:
"What is going on?" "I don't know either. I heard people say there is big news here, which is very interesting."
In the temple, a group of people came towards Wenfa. The leader was Zhao Cheng, the commander of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, followed by a large group of government officials. Zhao Cheng sneered and said loudly: "Is this person here Wenfa?"
Hearing the law, he frowned slightly: "Exactly."
"Now that someone has sued you, please go with me." Zhao Chengdao said, "As a monk, you don't want to devote yourself to practice and worship the Buddha, and you actually have an affair with a concubine from a good family! Your concubine is the government official of the country.
My aunt, Ms. Ye, has confessed her crime." She was shocked when she heard the law.
"Wow~~" The crowd exploded like cold water poured into a boiling oil pan. Someone laughed: "Hahahaha, it turns out that the regent's uncle was cuckolded hahahaha..."
Wenfa shouted: "It's unfair! How can this happen!" However, his voice was too low, and no one would listen to him.
The loud voice who led the people from the city gate laughed louder and louder: "Hahahaha, you can't blame the little aunt! That Jia Zheng is already a bad old man with white hair and beard, and his grandson is already twenty-five or six, so why don't you pay for it?"
A 10**-year-old aunt! No wonder she is looking for a sweetheart hahahaha..."
Someone outside the mountain gate shouted like a bell: "Monk Wenfa cuckolded the regent's uncle~~Monk Wenfa cuckolded the regent's uncle~"
After hearing the Dharma and shouting grievances loudly, no one would listen. On the other hand, another person shouted with a loud voice: "This monk is young, handsome in appearance, and has a strong body. If I were my aunt, I would also like the monk!" Everyone laughed again.
Zhao Cheng waved his arm and said, "Take away!" Several government officials who looked like wolves and tigers rushed up. Behind him, the scholars, farmers, businessmen, and people who recognized him at the city gate wanted to step forward to protect him, but there were many people watching the excitement.
They all roared upwards like they were celebrating the New Year, forcefully breaking them loose.
Wenfa shouted: "There is a big disaster today at noon..." The shouts in the crowd were so loud that his voice could not be heard. Three detectives came forward to wipe their shoulders and put their arms together to tie up the rope.
The other two shook the iron locks and put them around his neck with a clatter, then pulled him away.
Those watching the commotion became more and more excited: "Oh~~The flower monk is locked up~~The flower monk who stole someone's wife is locked~~" How can there be such joy in the Chinese New Year? How can there be such fun in watching a movie? As for the scholars, farmers, businessmen and other people, I don't know
When did he disappear? How could anyone notice?
On the other side, because Yuan Yaofen, the number one swordsman in the capital, sang Mu Guiying, was in charge today, many theatergoers had been waiting in the theater early in the morning. Everyone was sipping melon seeds and eating tea, talking about why the leader of the class was so generous today.
The largest theater in Chang'an in the capital. This place is so expensive that it used to be owned exclusively by Liu Aiyun, another famous actor - who makes the men rich?
Suddenly, someone ran into the theater in a panic and shouted: "It's not good - Mr. Yuan has been arrested -"
Fans were shocked: "Who is this person!"
"Xue Pan, Marquis of Zhongming!" the man said, "he is the one who made a fortune as a maritime merchant and bought a title!"
Fans were stunned: "Isn't he Liu Aiyun's man?"
The man was stunned: "No! He is Liu Aiyun's man. Liu Aiyun is old and has lost his luster, and he has taken a liking to our Yuan family again."
An old man in the theater said: "When Xue Pan was young, he was known as the stupid bully, who bullied men and women and did all kinds of evil. In his early years in Jinling, he beat people to death for robbing women, and he didn't fare much better after coming to Beijing. Until he got Liu Ai.
Yun seems to have changed as a person, he no longer goes out to mess around with women, and I no longer heard of him robbing people, regardless of gender."
The person who reported the news was stunned: "Now they have been robbed! I saw it with my own eyes! They were robbed into his Zhongminghou Mansion! I'm afraid Liu Aiyun didn't know that he entered through the back door."
Is this okay? All the fans screamed, waving their fists and shouting: "Go find that important person named Xue!" "There are a few bad guys who will do all kinds of evil! Is there any justice in the world?" "Smash him Hou!"
Let’s rescue the Yuan family!” A few people took the lead, and the fans rolled up their arms and sleeves, and rushed out of the Chang’an Theater with great momentum, heading straight to the Zhongming Hou Mansion.
When I got there, I saw that a stage had been set up in front of the house, and many people were gathered around it. Some were ordinary people watching the excitement, and some were members of Liu Aiyun's fan club. The old man's banner was hung high: Liu Aiyun
The science popularization platform of the Yun Fans Association features the babble of the suona, the clang of the gongs and drums, and dragon and lion dances. How can Fan Yaofen be afraid of Fan Liu Aiyun? I don’t know how many times there have been quarrels over the years, and the number of group fights can no longer be counted.
, then one by one stepped forward aggressively and shouted: "Xue Pan, give back the people! Xue Pan, give the people back!"
Fans Liu Aiyun immediately came forward and the leader said: "We are just giving popular science lectures, where are the people who are making trouble and smashing Liu's sign? Do you think we are dead?"
There were many government officials present. Seeing this, they hurriedly rushed between the two parties: "What are you doing! What trouble are you making!"
Fans of Yuan Yaofen shouted: "Give us Yuans back!"
Fan Liu Aiyun sneered: "You have only been singing for a few years and you dare to call yourself everyone. Now the word 'everyone' is worthless." "What does the surname Yuan have to do with the Zhongming Hou Mansion? How shameless is it?"
"Is that so?" The two groups were clearly in a quarrel, each talking about his own thing and refusing to listen to what the other party said. The yamen servant's head was hurting, but he didn't dare to fight. He tried his best to force them to leave.
During the fight, I couldn't help but ask Yuan Yaofen why he came.
Compared with Wanshou Temple and Zhongminghou Mansion, which are very lively, Qintian Prison is much deserted. This place was originally a Qingshui Yamen, and the officials were lazy and often late. The prison supervisor Yao Qiming was a hard-working man.
Everyone arrives early, and today is no exception. After breakfast, he left the house in an official sedan, and the bearer walked in the snow. He walked through the streets and alleys around the Taiyuan Hospital, and stopped in front of the Qintian Prison Yamen. Yao Qiming coughed twice.
He made a sound and stretched out his hand from the sedan chair. The person who usually supported him was an old servant, but this time he was a young man. Mr. Yao slowly walked into the Yamen gate with his hands behind his hands. He was surprised. He saw only the front yard.
There were more than ten men standing there, of different ages, all wearing official uniforms of royal guards. One of them, wearing an official robe of green woven gold ornaments and flying fish silk, was obviously the leader. He walked over to meet him and said with cupped hands: "This
This must be Mr. Yao."
Yao Qiming stroked his beard: "Yes. Who are you?"
The leader handed over his hand and said, "The lower officials are the Imperial Guards."
Yao Qiming sneered slightly: "Jin Yiwei's Yamen has become a political hall, where is the Jin Yiwei?"
The leader said with a smile: "The Yamen has been moved elsewhere. Since Mr. Yao is interested, why not go over and have a look?"
Yao Qiming said with a cold face: "Since you are a royal guard, I don't know who your master is."
The leader suppressed his smile and said solemnly: "The leader of the Jinyi Guard is naturally a saint. Otherwise, would he still be King Yan?"
Yao Qiming was stunned, looked at them a few times, and said solemnly: "You are not the royal guards of the saints."
The leader Leng Nai took out something from his sleeve and held it in front of Yao Qiming with both hands. Yao Qiming opened it and saw that it was an imperial edict! The imperial edict stated that Yao Qiming, the supervisor of Qintian Prison, had evil intentions and intended to help the vassal king seek power and usurp the throne and commit rebellion.
It was a serious crime, and it was stamped with a bright red handprint, signed by the young saint in the Forbidden City. But it was not stamped with a jade seal. Yao Qiming said: "It doesn't even have a jade seal, so it's obviously not genuine."
The leader ridiculed: "Everyone knows that the jade seal is in the hands of King Yan, doesn't Lord Yao know?"
Yao Qiming gritted his teeth, threw the imperial edict to the ground and pointed at him: "How brave! How dare these thieves to forge the edict and deceive the imperial officials!"
The leader said calmly: "I am a dignified Jin Yiwei commanding the affairs. It doesn't matter if Mr. Yao doesn't believe it. He will naturally believe it after staying in the imperial prison for a few days." He waved his hand and said, "Take it away!"
The young man next to Yao Qiming stepped up and stopped him: "Who dares to be rude to Master Yao!"
Before he finished speaking, the leader of the Jin Yiwei took seven or eight steps back. Dozens of Royal Guards' musketeers rushed out of the Qin Tian Prison lobby, holding black-oiled muskets and pointing them at Yao Qiming and others. There were only a few people in the Qin Tian Prison, and the officials nearby were listening.
It was as if the saints in the palace were confronting King Yan, and they were all frightened and ran away. The leader sternly said: "Except for Mr. Yao, the rest don't matter."
The people around Yao Qiming also took out muskets, but the number was smaller than that of the Jin Yiwei. Yao Qiming sneered twice: "I underestimated him." He straightened his chest and stroked his beard and was about to speak when he heard a "bang" sound.
——It was said to be one shot, but in fact it was more than one shot. It was just several shots fired at the same time, just like one shot. All the gun-wielding people around Yao Qiming were shot and fell. Yao Qiming was stunned for a moment - at some point another group of people appeared on the wall.
Guards armed with guns and uniforms came, and it was these people who fired just now.
The leader of the Jin Yiwei shouted: "Take him away!" The two men stepped forward, grabbed Yao Qiming, tied him up, and pushed him outside.
Yao Qiming shouted: "You are obviously fake royal guards! The saint is in the palace..." Before he finished speaking, his captor raised his hand and scratched his ears.
The leader frowned and said: "If you are making trouble, stop his mouth." Someone took out a handkerchief from his arms, raised his hand and stuffed it into Yao Qiming's mouth. After leaving Qintian Prison, the two men stuffed Yao Qiming into it.
In a Qingbi carriage by the gate, one got on and the other drove. The leader got on the horse and drove away. The other guards in Jinyi moved the dead bodies out one by one. There was a stop outside.
There was a large carriage, and the body was left on the large carriage. There was another driver, and as soon as he was guarding the body inside, the carriage creaked away. The rest of the Jin Yiwei and the imperial guards put away their muskets, mounted their horses and left. Yao Qiming did not bring a musket with him.
He also ran away quickly.
The front yard of Qin Tian Prison blinked and became silent, as if no one had been here just now. Only the bright red blood remained in the snow-white courtyard. The officials looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do. After a long time, Master Ji, the deputy prison guard, said in a trembling voice: "Quick,
Quickly clean up these bloodstains!" All the officials woke up from a dream and hurriedly called for people to clean up. Several servants were also a little scared, so they had to bravely step forward. After a while, the bloody snow was swept away first. Mr. Ji
I took a few deep breaths of air-conditioning and suddenly sneezed.
Since the chief supervisor is gone, the deputy supervisors will have to go up if they can't be saved. A junior official came forward to please him and said: "Master Ji, it's cold outside, please go back to the house."
Mr. Ji sighed and looked at his colleagues: "When you go out, do you notice any movement on the street?"
One said: "I passed by Zhuque Street in the morning and saw many people on the street. I didn't know what was going on."
Another said: "There is a school opposite my house. The students stopped classes today and went to the streets and alleys to distribute flyers and popularize science."
Master Ji asked: "What is distributing leaflets for science popularization?"
The man seemed to have remembered something and said seriously: "Mr. Ji, speaking of it, even if Master Yao... that thing can't be done. I don't know who told them, but I heard the children shouting loudly, there is a total solar eclipse today!"