Chapter 463 Handan Road awakens the dream of Huangliang
Wu Wei had written the confession, and Magistrate He took it over and read it carefully. If there was nothing wrong with it, he signed and stamped it and was taken away. Before leaving, he stopped and said to Wang Xian: "Sir, I'm finished, but you
There is still a long way to go, and it is fate that we are together. I would like to send you a few words."
"Speak." Wang Xiandao.
"The official career is dangerous, and safety is the first priority." Magistrate He said: "This world belongs to the Zhu family. We, as ministers, work desperately for them. If not, our family will be ruined. Even if we are successful, we will only be prosperous for a few years. In the end, we will not be able to survive."
Isn’t it all in vain?” He said with a bleak smile on his face: “So just keep your job, don’t work too hard, think about your future and your family, so that you won’t end up like Zhang Chun and me.
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"Thank you for your advice." Wang Xian paused and said softly, "But I'm different from you..."
"Before the boat capsized, everyone thought they were different. Only when that day came, did they realize that they were all the same." Magistrate He said, "But by then, it was too late to regret it..." He turned around and went out,
When they got to the courtyard, they sang at the top of their lungs:
"I usually study to seek advancement, learn swordsmanship to find a title. Literary ability can help the country, martial arts can determine the world. I am so heroic that I want to learn from Xinye Shang Yiyin, use the soup to save the people, sweep away the war dust in the sea, and support the policy early.
Sad and sleepy in the ditch..." After the high-pitched beginning, Magistrate He's singing suddenly became low and desolate: "Who would have thought that you would be so sinful now, how you would live? You have caused thousands of turmoil. Who taught you to go to the boundary river and receive wealth?
How can we defeat our army with such unjust greed? If we don’t live by it, we will have few disasters. If we are lucky enough to have a family, we will have many disasters. It’s a waste of time.
The singing echoed in the courtyard, accompanied by the whimpering north wind, and the desolate mood made the officials detained nearby feel sad. They grasped the window lattice with both hands and shed tears...
"What is he singing?" Wang Xian heard the lyrics, which had some artistic conception. When the singing became more and more distant, he asked Wu Weidao
"Handan Road Awakens to the Dream of Yellow Liang." Wu Wei glanced at him and said, "Did we go to Hangzhou to listen to Ma Zhiyuan's Sanqu that year?"
"It's not like you don't know that I get sleepy when I listen to the show," Wang Xian scratched his head and said with a smile, "Actually, I think Tears Behind Bars is more suitable for them."
"Tears through the Iron Window, I've never heard of this tune, how can I sing it?" Wu Wei asked curiously.
"Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, I hold my hands on the iron windows and look outside. How beautiful life is outside..." Wang Xian sang a few lines at the top of his voice, but found that Wu Wei really couldn't appreciate it, so he had to stop singing and stop talking.
He said: "These guys always act like they have a great enlightenment only when they are at the end of their rope. How long ago did they go away?"
"Good morning, I'm busy dreaming about sweet dreams. I won't be able to realize it until I wake up." Wu Wei said with a smile, "There are very few people who can see clearly like adults."
"You're ridiculous. My ambitions are too low and I'm too easily satisfied." Wang Xian said with a self-deprecating smile: "Besides, so what if I see through it? Isn't it the same as being tied up in it and not being able to get out?" After a pause, there was something wrong.
He said sadly: "What others have is a sweet dream, but what I have is a thrilling nightmare. I am not as good as others."
Wu Wei also noticed that this trip to Shanxi had a great impact on Wang Xian. In order to stop the adult from thinking, he took the initiative to get back to the topic and said: "This old guy is really difficult to deal with. I'm even sweating for the adult."
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"Hehe, yes." Wang Xian said with emotion: "If the King of Jin hadn't changed sides and the situation was over, we wouldn't have been able to eat this piece of brown sugar. Those who can be the fourth-grade prefect are indeed great people."
"Yes, but whatever, this piece of brown candy was chewed off by the adults, let's continue."
"Well, continue," Wang Xian nodded.
The interrogation that followed was much simpler. The detained officials were not stupid. Without Wang Xian's advice, they unanimously put all the blame on Zhang Chun. No one dared to bring out the King of Jin. What was recorded
The confessions were very similar, with almost no conflicts.
Wang Xian worked hard again and continued to summon more than 20 officials all night long. Once Zhang Chun died, these people had no illusions and all confessed obediently. The confessions were still very similar, with no discrepancies... It can be seen that the responsibility was put on the dead person.
, which is actually the consensus among people in the officialdom.
In any case, all the officials involved have recorded their confessions, signed their signatures, and filled the temporary single cells set up in the camp. At this point, the entire investigation of the Shanxi military ration case, which has attracted worldwide attention, has been completed. As for the responsibility of the Datong military,
It's not Wang Xian's place to ask... There is an imperial envoy who specializes in investigating and dealing with Datong bandits.
Wang Xian worked hard again, sorted out all the case files overnight, wrote the closing statement, folded all the confessions, testimonies, and statements with his own hands, stacked them into a thick pile, and put them into a folder with the words "Chairman"
In the large envelope of vellum official documents, he said in a deep voice: "Baking paint"
Wu Wei hurriedly melted a paint stick on the fire and glued it on the seam of the seal while it was hot. Then, while the paint was still wet, Wang Xian closed the seal on the imperial envoy, and then took out three more paint sticks from a wooden box.
Feathers stuck to the paint. This is a sign of an eight-hundred-mile emergency. Usually only senior officials, army commanders and imperial envoys have the authority to use this highest-level communication method.
"Send it out," Wang Xian put the envelope into the wooden box and said to Zhou Yong, who was standing aside.
"Yes" Zhou Yong took the wooden box, turned around and walked out quickly.
Wang Xian and Wu Wei continued to put all the account books and physical evidence into a wooden box. They locked the wooden box, and the two of them took the paste and sealed the entire box with seals. Again.
Paste baking paint on the seams of the seals, and then cover the seal while the paint is soft, so that no one can open the wooden box privately without damaging the paint seal.
After doing all this, Wang Xian and Wu Wei both breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the Shanxi military ration case, which was previously daunting and seemed impossible to solve, finally has a result. Although it is far from perfect, it is
In terms of Wang Xian's current ability, this is already the best result... After all, no one expects him to come to Shanxi and bring down King Jin. He can clear the crown prince's name and turn the tide...
Both of them had tired looks on their faces. Wang Xian yawned and said, "Go back to bed. The case is over and the errand is not over yet. We can't let go of this string yet."
"Adults, please rest early." Wu Wei nodded, closed the door and went out.
It was such a coincidence that the next morning, the Jin Palace sent someone to inform them that the imperial envoy was about to enter Taiyuan City.
"Which way? Or are both here?" Wang Xiancai asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes after sleeping for an hour.
"Mr. Zhang from Datong arrived first," the man reported.
"Yes, I understand." Wang Xian nodded. It was normal. Datong was within the province and had unimpeded traffic, but the imperial envoy from Xuanfu was blocked in Guangling County and could not enter the customs from outside the entrance. He had to go around the Hetao in a circle, which required
If it weren’t for the fact that the Yellow River was frozen, we really wouldn’t be able to come over.
After the messenger left, Wang Xian did not sleep anymore and ordered: "Prepare a sedan and change clothes, and I will go and greet you." Ordinarily, the imperial envoy has no subordinate relationship with the imperial envoy in terms of his own position, so there is no problem if Wang Xian does not welcome him.
But in order to deal with the Xuanfu man, Datong, the young master, was the target of his struggle, so he had no choice but to go out to greet him and give him enough face.
When he arrived at the reception pavilion outside the city, Wang Xian saw that many civil and military officials from Shanxi Province had arrived, but they were far behind the formation that greeted him... Of the three Shanxi officers, only one came, the commander-in-chief.
, the Taiyuan magistrate did not come, and none of the prefecture and county magistrates...the elders are all locked up in Wang Xian's office.
Therefore, it is understandable that as soon as Wang Xian appeared, the officials who were talking a lot and even a little excited suddenly did not dare to breathe... They were afraid that this impermanent ghost would take them to jail.
Seeing that he had become the object of fear among the officials, Wang Xian rubbed his nose in embarrassment. He was too lazy to try to get close to these guys, so he sat in the pavilion and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the brother of the British prince to spend time and wine in Datong.
The imperial envoy arrived.
Fortunately, we didn't have to wait long. During the meal, we heard the quiet officials suddenly become excited, and someone whispered: "Coming, coming."
Everyone raised their eyes and looked out, and sure enough they saw a group of people approaching quickly on the snowy field in the distance, and they soon arrived.
"Quick, play the music." Zhang Chun was not around, so the Chief Envoy Councilor had to give the order for him, and then a music troupe, which was almost freezing, played music to welcome the nobles. The officials also came out of the reception booth and lined up according to their official rank.
When the team of men and horses came closer, everyone knelt down to greet them and said: "I respectfully send you your holy greetings."
There were more than 500 people in that team, and they were all riding white horses. The knights on the horses were white in white, but wearing scarlet cloaks. They were eye-catching in the snow-white world, and they were really cool. The first knight was
, but he rides a tall black war horse, wears black clothes and black armor, looks broad-shouldered and thin-waisted, and has a heroic figure... Wang Xian couldn't help but secretly curse, Damn, he's another handsome guy.
This handsome guy is the son of Zhang Yu, the number one hero of the Jingnan War. He was the first military general in the dynasty and the younger brother of the British Duke Zhang Fu who pacified Annan. He was ordered to investigate the case of the Datong Army's ineffective suppression of bandits. Zhang Wei was awarded the command of the Shence Guard because of his father's merit.
The official position of envoy...other people's favor is empty, but he is the actual envoy, and he is the commander of the emperor's personal army, which shows the high status of the Zhang family and the prosperity of the holy family.
However, this salamander is said to be somewhat ineffective. It is completely opposite to his strict self-disciplined and exemplary brother. He has a ridiculous reputation in the capital. After more than a month in Datong... Wang Xian worked hard and worked hard, but he has been living in debauchery and debauchery.
It's definitely one job and two ways of living.
Looking carefully at Zhang Lan's face, there were indeed dark circles under his eyes caused by excessive drinking and drinking. He looked at the kneeling officials with a smile, and was not in a hurry to get them up... Ordinarily, when the officials greeted Saint An, he should immediately say, "Holy Saint"
After bowing, he jumped off his horse and helped everyone up. This is not a rule that imperial envoys must abide by, but it is an established etiquette. After all, it is the emperor who everyone worships, not you. If you ask for help, they will definitely be very unhappy.