He knew his own body best. Wu Qian felt as if his internal organs had been crushed, and he immediately understood that Chu Yi had no intention of letting them go.
At the critical moment of life and death, Wu Qian found that he really regretted it. If he was given another chance, he would never provoke Chu Yi. What does the dignity of a scholar have to do with him? The world is huge and his life is the most important.
!
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. Wu Qian firmly grasped the hand of the head of the Wu family and murmured to himself.
A friend of Wu Qian held Wu Qian's shoulder with a sad look on his face and said solemnly: "Brother Wen Yi, don't talk. We all know what you want to say. Don't worry, we will definitely inherit your last wish..."
Wu Qian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the crowd. His body froze and he suddenly lost his breath.
The doctor who came in a hurry put his hand on Wu Qian's wrist. After a long time, he sighed and shook his head at the head of the Wu family.
The doctor sighed and said, "I am not good at studying. I didn't realize that Mr. Wu's internal organs were shattered yesterday and he hid for a day. Today he finally couldn't hold on anymore and died with all his internal organs torn apart!"
"Damn you damn eunuch, you are so cruel, why don't you give me Qian'er back..."
The head of the Wu family screamed pitifully, and many people looked at Wu Qian who died vomiting blood with pity, and many people were horrified.
Originally, they were extremely envious of Wu Qian's reputation for being scolded by Chu Yi. They thought Chu Yi was just like that. Hearing the rumors seemed very scary, but in fact they didn't dare to do anything to them.
No matter how cruel it is, it seems to be nothing more than a cane. Many people even envy Wu Qian and others, and at the same time silently ponder in their hearts whether they should call a group of friends to block Chu Yi. It would be better if they can scold Chu Yi.
field, and then get a beating with a cane.
But now, after listening to the doctor's words, many people felt chills in their hearts and their backs suddenly became wet.
Who said that Chu Yi was afraid of them? It looked like a stick, but in fact he killed them without making a sound. If this is considered to be afraid of them, doesn't it mean that he can only claim it by killing them all?
Don't be afraid of it.
Suddenly someone exclaimed: "No, Brother Wu was assassinated by the eunuch. Doesn't it mean that Brother Chen, Brother Yao and the others..."
As these people thought, at this time, among at least a dozen families in Nanjing City, all the literati who were targeted by Cao Shaoqin yesterday now had the inner energy lurking in their bodies erupting, and their internal organs were suddenly shattered.
, vomiting blood and died.
These people are just like Wu Qian. It can be said that most of them are showing in front of their friends how they are not afraid of Chu Yi, how unyielding they are, and how they accept the punishment of the staff. However, in the blink of an eye, their souls are gone.
Just when these scholars died, Chu Yi, Fan Heng and his party had arrived at the Jiangnan Gongyuan.
Jiangnan Gongyuan is located not far from the Qinhuai River. This Gongyuan is the largest Gongyuan in the entire Jiangnan. It has a dedicated library with a large collection of books.
Fang Xiaoyu was eyeing the collection of books here, but he didn't know if there were the classics he needed.
As an official institution, Jiangnan Gongyuan naturally has people to protect it. However, Chu Yi's evil name has now spread throughout Nanjing. The person in charge of Jiangnan Gongyuan did not even dare to show his face. Needless to say, Chu Yi and others walked straight in.
In front of the Jiangnan Gongyuan, two figures were standing there. One of them was wearing a long blue gown, with an extraordinary bearing, like an elegant gentleman. At this moment, he was stroking his beard and looking at the gate of the Gongyuan with a look of emotion on his face.
Next to the middle-aged scribe, a young man who looked to be in his twenties and was quite distraught looked curiously at the gate of the Gongyuan, turned his head to the middle-aged scribe and said: "Master, this is
The holy land for literati that your old man once mentioned, Jiangnan Gongyuan?"
The middle-aged scribe looked at his eldest disciple's cynical look and couldn't help but glared at him and said: "Control your temper, Master. This is the Holy Land of Wenzong. If you cause any trouble to Master, be careful."
Go back and I will punish you as a master in solitary confinement in the mountains for one year!"
Upon hearing this, the young man couldn't help showing a flattering look and said: "Master loves his disciples the most, how can he bear it!"
Swinging his sleeves, the middle-aged scribe said: "I am going to visit an old friend. Chong'er, please wait for me outside the Gongyuan. Don't cause trouble, otherwise..."
"Si Guo Ya has been in seclusion for a year, and my disciple has already memorized it!"
The middle-aged scribe looked helplessly at his unruly disciple, sighed slightly, turned around and walked into the Gongyuan. When the young man saw his master entering the Gongyuan, the serious look he tried to maintain on his face suddenly disappeared and he whispered softly.
Said: "It's easy for me to come to this prosperous Jiangnan with Master. Naturally, I want to broaden my horizons. After I return, I can tell my fellow juniors and sisters about it!"
The library pavilion of Gongyuan is nestled in the shade of green trees. The scenery is beautiful, and many literati hang out there.
When Chu Yi and Fan Heng walked towards the library, many literati looked at them one after another.
Although most people don't know Chu Yi, everyone is familiar with Fan Heng. It seems that the only one in Nanjing who can make Fan Heng so respectful is Dongchang who made such a big fuss as soon as he entered Nanjing.
Governor Chu Yi is here.
After guessing Chu Yi's identity, many people couldn't help but point fingers from a distance. Obviously, they were unlikely to say anything good about Chu Yi.
But Chu Yi didn't care about this at all. If he couldn't bear being spoken to behind his back, then his life would be over and he could kill people every day.
Walking into the library, Chu Yi only saw volumes of books on rows of bookshelves, and heard Fan Heng introduce from the side: "The library contains no less than half a million volumes, and there are many
There are few rare books, ranging from astronomy to geography, the Four Books and Five Classics, and various classics. It can be said that there are very few categories that are not covered."
Chu Yi nodded slightly and said, "Does Mr. Fan know if there are any books in this library that are handwritten by sages and great Confucians?"
Fan Heng was stunned for a moment, and a trivial piece of news came to mind. It was said that Chu Yi had paid close attention to some classics handwritten by sages and great scholars in the Songyang Academy library, but Fan Heng did not take it to heart. Now Chu Yi mentioned
, Fan Heng suddenly felt that maybe Chu Yi had a different preference for classics handwritten by famous scholars.
Silently writing down Chu Yi's preference, Fan Heng mused slightly: "As one of the largest libraries in the south of the Yangtze River, there must be classics handwritten by sages and great Confucians."
While speaking, Fan Heng said to his confidant, the eunuch: "Go and find the person in charge of this library."
Li Wenyuan was an eighth-rank official in the imperial court. Although his rank was not high, he was a well-known scholar in the south of the Yangtze River. In particular, he was responsible for the management of the Gongyuan Library and taught many disciples.
Wu Qian happened to be one of Li Wenyuan's disciples. Among the dozen or so literati whom Cao Shaoqin killed this time according to Chu Yi's orders, two were Li Wenyuan's disciples.
At this moment, Li Wenyuan had just received the news that Wu Qian and others had died from ruptured internal organs, and he threw the tea cup away in anger on the spot.
In the quiet room, a book boy quietly opened the door and entered. Looking at the messy scene in the room, he couldn't help but timidly said: "Master, there is someone who claims to be my disciple, and he came here to pay his respects!"
Li Wenyuan took a deep breath, finally suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Who is coming? Can you tell me your name?"
The book boy said quickly: "To tell you what I'm saying, that man's surname is Yue, and he's from Huashan, Xiyue!"
Li Wenyuan couldn't help frowning when he heard this. He had many disciples in his life, and it can be said that not many of them could leave an impression on him. After thinking about it, there seemed to be no such disciple named Yue from Huashan in Xiyue in his memory!
However, since the other party claimed to be his disciple, I thought he was right. He wanted to ask the book boy to send him away, but as soon as his mind moved, Li Wenyuan said to the book boy: "Go and invite someone to the study room."
Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps, and a figure walked into the study. He bowed to Li Wenyuan with great respect and said: "Meet Master Li!"
Li Wenyuan looked at the person who came, and saw that the person was about thirty years old, wearing a green shirt, a light robe with a loose belt, a folding fan in his hand, five willow mustaches under his cheeks, a jade-like face, modest and elegant, and awe-inspiring.
People suddenly feel good about it.
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