"Well... Well, I won't ask much. It's just... It's my duty if I have any assignment." Wei Huangan smiled at Meng Jingye.

Meng Jingye nodded gently and said: "Blood mountain ancient land depends on you. The saints are different from the villains after all. They certainly want blood mountain ancient land to keep vitality for the human race, but they will never squeeze the people in blood mountain ancient land. However, blood mountain ancient land should still have residual blood mountain power, and it is a new world. It is difficult for the saints to enter. They need a great scholar or a great scholar to preside over blood mountain affairs. These talents should be paid more attention to."

"I'll remember." Wei Huangan nodded gently.

"Swallow the seashells, I've given it to Yang Yuhuan, and other affairs are over. I'll say goodbye!" Meng Jingye said, bowing his hands and leaving quickly without waiting for Wei Huangan's return.

Wei Huangan watched Meng Jingye's back disappear outside the door and muttered to himself: "when the dust in the bloody ancient land is settled, I will report Fang Xusheng's help!"

Meng Jingye left the Chen family, got on the carriage and held the official seal.

"The Meng family's quiet industry has nothing to repay for the enlightenment and life-saving grace of the Mongolian virtual saint. Since the virtual Saint died, he launched a 'revenge' to repay the kindness. Please allow my nephew to use the strength of the Meng family's' Tianren Pavilion 'to screen those who punish the rebels."

"But!"

Meng Jingye holds his official seal and his eyes are like stars in the dark carriage.

Qingwu mansion is the back office.

Cai he sat on the stone bench in the yard and looked at the clear sky in the distance. His eyes were slightly red and swollen.

A piece of white cloth was wrapped around Cai he's waist.

It is a custom in mainland China that relatives die, children wear linen and filial piety, and relatives wrap white cloth around their waists.

The north is cold in winter, but Cai he's heart is colder.

Mrs. Cai, holding a cloak, gently draped behind Cai he and whispered, "husband, you're ready to go to the capital at any time."

"Madam, you said... Fang Xusheng really... Went like this?" Cai he looked blankly ahead, as if he had no focus.

Mrs. Cai's eyes were also red, and she whispered, "as he said in his words, 'people have joys and sorrows, the moon has cloudy, sunny and round, and it's difficult to complete the matter in ancient times', there will be life, old age and death after all. What's more, you said before that Fang Xusheng went there and died."

"But... Why do I always think that I was still the magistrate of Jixian County yesterday? Why do I think Fang Yun just got admitted to the children's college? Why do I think that the scene of Fang Yun delivering me" Mo Mei "happened yesterday? Why do I always think that the ink on the song" Ji Xian morning trip "is not dry? Why... I always hear the loud reading voice of the little scholar Fang Yun?"

Cai he looked ahead and tears fell silently.

"Husband... Fang Xusheng is dead." Mrs. Cai said, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her cuffs.

"How could he die?" Cai he asked in a low voice.

"He is also a man..." Mrs. Cai whispered.

"Yes, he is a man, not a saint..." Cai he murmured and got up as he said, "madam, let's go back to Beijing."

"Well," said Mrs. Cai, holding Cai he's arm.

After a few steps, Cai he angrily said, "Ji Zhibai is really sensible. He dare not take off the couplet written by Xu Sheng himself. Last night, he ordered someone to seal the ancestral hall in Tongshan with a boulder! It did not violate the ceremony, but also preserved the face of Liushan. In a few decades, the ancestral hall will be completely lost. No one knows the origin of 'green mountain is lucky to bury loyal bones, and white iron is innocent to cast courtiers'."

"Alas... Once the emperor and his courtiers died, Fang Xusheng had expected that they would be like this." Cai Fu humanitarianism.

Cai Hedao: "The Zuo Xiangyi party has begun to fight back. Take Qingwu mansion for example, those small officials who are not in the class are respectful to me at ordinary times, but since last night, they have changed into Zuo Xiangzhong dog. They began to carry out strict investigation and prohibit the academy from teaching books related to Fang Yun, whether referring to Fang Yun or poems and articles written by Fang Yun. The words related to Fang Yun in bookstores, zhaige and other places It has also been smashed and confiscated, and a message has been sent to give everyone three days to hand in poems and articles about Fang Yun at home. Three days later, everyone is allowed to report to each other. Once it is verified that it is true, the family children are prohibited from studying, doing business, being an official, etc. in Qingwu mansion. "

"This......" there was a flash of anger in Mrs. Cai's eyes.

Cai he continued: "tonight, Qingwu officials will transport all the books related to Fang Yun to the north gate and burn them outside the gate. Not only Qingwu government, but almost all parts of Mizhou will burn books tonight."

"Too much!"

"What's more! Knowing that Bai had arrived in Ning'an county last night, he even said that from today on, some scholars dare to support Fang Yun again, still don't stop, and kill them all in the name of barbarian treason!" Cai Hedao.

"Ah? Ji Zhibai dares to do such a thing?"

"You can't give him ten courage. At most, you can scare some people, and then find a chance to make an example of others. Don't mention him, even half saints can't do it."

Mrs. CAI was worried and said, "aren't those people in Ning'an County going to have a bad luck? I knew that Bai was the most humiliated in Ning'an, and the people there admired Fang Xusheng most."

"Alas... I can't protect myself now. Fortunately, I'm a disciple of Mr. Hechuan. Otherwise, I would definitely go back to Beijing in a prison car. My mentor seldom drank alcohol, but he was drunk last night. It can be seen how hard Fang Xusheng's death hit him. Several classmates even speculated that my mentor was discouraged and might give up his post of minister of literature and stay away from Jingguo completely, Go to Liangjie mountain. "

"Alas..." Mrs. Cai could only sigh.

Cai he looked at the direction of Ning'an county and whispered, "bear it first, wait until I get promoted to a bachelor..."

Cai he flashed a cruel color and hatred in his eyes.

Ning'an county.

Liu Yu's eyes were empty and let the Yamen drag him forward.

The old man was wearing shackles on his ankles. As he walked, the chains slipped across the ground and made a clatter.

Along the way, all the neighbors stood at the door and looked at Liu Yu. Except a few people gloated, most people had sadness and anger in their eyes.

Some people whispered.

"You know, white bastard, you're so heartless!"

"Old Liu Tou is such a good man. He was originally the worker's family that the county workshop could count. He threw himself on it all his life. As a result, he didn't get any benefits and was taken away by those officials. Fortunately, Fang Xusheng came and said that he would make a reasonable distribution. He gave Liu Yu a senior official called 'always taking care of the things in the workshop of Ning'an County'. He received dividends every year."

"Yes. At that time, it was said that the stubborn old man finally met Qingtian, and we were convinced."

"Most importantly, the stubborn old man Liu Yu went to Wen Bao There are also comments that only backward, foolish and unconscionable bureaus will publicize how hard and poor meritorious people who work tirelessly will be. Truly conscientious and wise bureaus will reward these meritorious people, let them live a good life, publicize their prosperity, and publicize that they will not only get honor for their skills, but also get substantial benefits! Meritorious people are poor , it's the incompetence and shamelessness of the government! I still remember these contents. It's said to be Fang Xusheng's original words. "

"However, this kind of meritorious person was captured by Ji Zhibai..."

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