Stone slabs with exquisite patterns will not make kneeling more comfortable, or even more painful.
Feeling the looks coming from all around, Liu Qingqing found that he was far from being as fearless as he imagined.
Looking at the closed study door on the steps, he felt faint in his heart.
“Obstacle, get in here!”
I don’t know how long I knelt before a cold shout came from the study.
Liu Qingqing trembled, gritted his teeth, stood up, and opened the study door.
In the study room that is a hundred steps square, there are many shelves full of books. In the deepest part of the study room, behind a large rosewood table.
There is a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain, which is lifelike and even signed by a famous artist.
Liu Qingqing recognized that the picture of a tiger descending from the mountain was obtained by his father from his family in Qingzhou. It was said to be the calligraphy work of the great scholar Zheng Gang.
Wearing a green shirt and looking more bookish than usual, Liu Wenpeng was writing something with his own ink.
On the left hand side, an old slave in gray clothes was wiping the books on the bookshelf, carefully for fear of getting dirty.
After a long while, he threw the langhao pen into the purple jade pen holder.
"Father……"
Liu Qingqing lowered his head.
“The village is very desolate, suffering from drought and locusts every year. The old man pays the debt, the young man sells the grain. The house is in ruins, and Liang Yue falls into bed.
Who knows that herdsmen are unwilling to report disasters and injuries?”
Looking at the calligraphy he had written, Liu Wenpeng shook his head slightly and sighed:
“My words are not worthy of the poems of my predecessors…”
“How can this poem be considered good? It’s just easy to pronounce. How can it not be worthy of the master’s words?”
The old slave came up.
Unexpectedly, before I could finish my compliments, I received a loud slap in the face!
“Is Yu Shaobao someone you can criticize?”
Liu Wenpeng wiped his hands and said in a cold tone: "Next time, watch your skin carefully!"
The old slave fell to his knees on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
“I don’t know that herdsmen are unwilling to report disasters and injuries...”
Liu Qingqing chewed this poem and felt that most of the fear in his heart had dissipated, and a strong sense of disgust surged into his heart.
If the words are good, the poems are also good.
But father, can you choose the title for this poem?
“Do you think that a man whose father is so greedy and bends the law is not worthy of the title of this poem?”
Liu Wenpeng saw through his son's thoughts, with a touch of melancholy on his face:
“But you don’t know that being a father is not born like this.”
Liu Qingqing remained silent.
“When I was a young man, I studied literature and martial arts, and I also thought about benefiting a place and guiding the country. But there are some things in this world that cannot be changed.”
Liu Wenpeng, with his hands behind his back, paced in the study, talking about the past:
“…In the twenty-second year of ‘Qingsheng’, my father failed the examination for the third time. At that time, my father was nearly thirty years old and there was no hope for the scientific examination. If he was not good at it, that would be it.
But unfortunately, many people who are far less talented and martial arts than me have already been guarding one side, but what about me? A small county magistrate also spent 30,000 yuan, and may not make any progress..."
Liu Qingqing remained silent.
“That’s it, that’s it.”
Liu Wenpeng was a little uninterested, so he lightly pressed the table and asked Liu Qingqing to step aside.
Liu Qingqing retreated silently. Before leaving, he saw the policeman waiting outside the door for a long time and walked in quickly.
Faintly, I heard the policeman’s deep voice reporting:
"Your Majesty, something strange was discovered in the outer city. The king ordered me to come and report. He only said that the followers of the Pity Life Sect are active and there is suspected to be something strange. I hope you will be more vigilant..."
“Pity the Life Teaching?”
Liu Qingqing was shocked. Just as he was about to get closer, he saw Lin Qing and others looking at him coldly.
After what happened last night, several people who used to be quite respectful to him have already changed their attitudes and even made no secret of it.
“Pity the Life Teaching…”
Liu Wenpeng’s eyes flashed as he listened to the policeman’s report. He waited for him to finish his words before saying:
“How is Wang Captou’s injury?”
"My lord, the head catcher's injuries are serious and he can no longer get out of bed."
“So serious?”
Liu Wenpeng pretended to be concerned, took the brocade box from the table, and handed it to the policeman:
“This thousand-year-old ginseng is sent to Wang Captou so that he can heal his wounds and don’t get involved in such mundane matters...”
The catcher's expression changed, but he still held the brocade box and left.
"Thousand-year-old ginseng is worth a lot of money. It's not possible for a poor man to get it. So why should I give it to the King Buddha Treasure today?"
In the dark room of the study, Guan Shanshui walked out.
He was seen holding a large steel bow half a man's height, looking at it carefully, and occasionally pulling the bow string as thick as a thumb.
“It’s not good for him to die after all.”
Liu Wenpeng smiled faintly:
"There will be no leisure in a few days. The spies reported back that the bandits in Black Mountain seem to be making strange movements, and Yuchilong is probably going to have an attack..."
“If your expression does not change in the face of important events, you are truly an outstanding person.”
Taoist Guan sighed and was also curious:
“It’s just that, as a county parent, your Excellency later defeated the Liansheng Cult, but you still have to be held responsible for the crime of forcing the people to rebel.
Is it possible that you, sir, have the will to be self-reliant?”
“Brother Guan Dao is really interested.”
Liu Wenpeng stroked his long beard and pulled out two transfer orders from the bookshelf behind him.
"This is……"
Guan Shanshui's heart moved.
“This is the transfer order from Shunde Prefecture, ordering me to set out on a certain day to transfer to Qiuhe County... The other one is the transfer order from ‘County Prime Minister’ Wang Fabao to be promoted to Heishan County Magistrate...”
Liu Wenpeng is smiling:
“These two transfer orders were sent from Shunde Prefecture together with the list of beheadings in the Queen of Autumn..."
“Wang Fo Bao?”
Guan Shanshui's eyes flashed.
There is a family of officials in the Ming Dynasty. Officials only need to pass "three examinations and complete nine years" and be recommended by someone. They can gain family background and have the qualifications to be an official.
There is only one person in Heishan County who is qualified to recommend Wang Fo Bao, and that is the county magistrate Liu Wenpeng in front of him!
“As soon as I transfer the official, what does it have to do with me whether Heishan is in chaos or not?”
Liu Wenpeng smiled faintly and lowered his voice:
“Wang Fobao’s official forced the people to rebel and caused disaster to the place. Liu got help from his old subordinates and returned to the city alone to suppress the rebellion. Isn’t this a great achievement?”
"this……"
Taoist Guan's heart was shaken and he shook his head, shocked and afraid:
"I have to admire the master's skills. However, Yuchilong's martial arts skills are extremely high, and his powerful palm is also famous in Shunde Prefecture.
If anything happens..."
Phew!
Liu Wenpeng reached out and picked up the big steel bow, and when he exerted force, the bow opened to the full moon:
“Only ten thousand, nothing in case!”
…
“Others only work for a few taels of silver, but it’s better for you to spend the money to hire others to do the work for you...”
Weighing the pieces of silver in his hand, the old jailer smiled and agreed readily.
Yang Yu smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked out of the prison door.
As soon as he went out, his smile suddenly disappeared and turned serious, even a little ugly.
“The prison is completely out of control...”
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Yu turned around and left the prison, with no intention of coming back.
After leaving Wang Fobao's house, he did not delay and went directly to the prison. He inspected it carefully as usual, but unfortunately he did not find any strange treasures.
On the contrary, I found that there were many new faces in the cell.
There are prisoners and there are jailers.
During the period of suppressing the bandits, he pestered Wang Wu and not only learned some methods of hiding Qi and blood, but also learned a lot of tracking methods.
Although these people were somewhat hidden, he could still see that these people came with bad intentions.
Therefore, after weighing it again and again, Yang Yu paid off the prison boss and hired someone to do the work for him at the cost of three taels of silver.
The weather has been sunny for many days in a row, and there is no trace of snow in the inner city. Although it is still cold, it is much more lively than before.
Perhaps as the New Year is approaching, there will be more vendors.
However, after being locked up for several hours, I walked the North and South Streets almost twice, but still gained nothing.
“Black Mountain City is still too small...”
Stepping out of the last martial arts gym, Yang Yu had to sigh.
There are actually quite a few blood-changing warriors in Black Mountain City, but most of them are passed down by word of mouth, and not many of them actually have secret books.
“It’s troublesome...”
Yang Prison sighed in his heart and walked outside a tavern.
When I looked up, I saw Liu Qingqing, who was very drunk, by the window on the second floor.
This Young Master Liu has been drunk for a long time after drinking for a long time.