Ci Jinzhi

Zhang Yuchen's son is named Zhang Chen, who is only sixteen years old now. It is obviously impossible for such a young boy to escape from the arrests of many Jinlin Guards and local officials on his own.

He Qingxiao went to interrogate Zhang Yuchen again, but no new accomplices were found.

Zhang Yuchen, who had been tortured, was dying and begged feebly: "It's really gone, please let me go."

Jinlin Guards, who was in charge of the torture, looked at He Qingxiao.

He Qingxiao did not let his men continue.

In such a shocking case that attracts the attention of both the government and the public, torture and interrogation must be conducted in a controlled manner. If the prisoner dies under torture, he will be in trouble.

The search for Zhang Yuchen's son Zhang Chen will not stop, nor will the interrogation of officials arrested and imprisoned in the capital.

This case is very involved, and it will not take a few days for the case to be concluded. Xin You paid attention to the progress of the case and did not delay what she had to do.

A notice that the sixth volume of "Journey to the West" is for sale is posted on the wall outside Qingsong Bookstore.

Soon before the notice was announced, there were people on the three floors outside and on the inside.

"When will it go on sale?" People who didn't squeeze in asked anxiously.

Those who read the notice changed their focus: "What does this mean? Mr. Songling wants to recruit forty-nine disciples..."

"What? Mr. Songling wants to accept a disciple? Applicants with experience as storytellers will be given priority?"

"Hiss! If I learned Mr. Songling's skills and wrote magical books such as "Painted Skin" and "Journey to the West", wouldn't it be possible to become famous all over the world and gain both fame and fortune?"

This remark immediately attracted a lot of laughter and scolding.

"What are you thinking? Mr. Songling's disciples can write "Journey to the West"? Then will the students of Zhuangyuanlang definitely be able to pass the examination?"

"The number one scholar has no time to recruit students. The number one scholar has already become an official."

"Wait a minute, have you forgotten that Mr. Songling is actually Miss Xin!"

Someone clarified: "Mr. Songling is not Miss Xin. It was Miss Xin who wrote Mr. Songling's story——"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking: "There's no need to be so serious. Without Miss Xin, would we be able to see Mr. Songling's story?"

"That's right. Maybe Miss Xin has polished it, which makes the story so attractive. In this case, if you follow Miss Xin and learn how to write storybooks, you might really be able to outshine others!"

"Ahem, have you forgotten Miss Xin's identity?"

With this reminder, many people became even more excited.

Miss Xin is a golden branch and jade leaf!

Although there is no canonized princess, looking at the capital, even a three-year-old child knows Miss Xin's true identity.

Whether you can become a talented person by learning to write stories from Miss Xin is another matter. The opportunity to get to know Miss Xin is also rare!

At that time, there were countless applicants, and the people at Qingsong Bookstore were so busy that they were overwhelmed.

A few days later, Xin You came to Qingsong Bookstore and asked Liu Zhou about the situation.

Shopkeeper Hu was old and had limited energy, so Xin You gave Liu Zhou full responsibility for this task.

Seeing Liu Zhou with big dark circles under his eyes and a dull look on his face, Xin You looked a little subtle.

When he took over the task, the young man was full of energy and enthusiasm.

"My boss, this is the roster of qualified personnel who have been screened." Liu Zhou handed over a roster.

Xin You didn't rush to look at the roster and comforted her: "You've worked hard these days."

Liu Zhou had tears in his eyes: "It's not hard——"

No wonder!

He felt like vomiting when he saw people's faces these days!

"Do these meet the conditions?" Xin You was a little surprised when he turned over the roster and saw that there were far more than forty-nine people.

But that’s okay, the next step is for her to contact him personally. With so many candidates, you can pick the most suitable ones. If Qingsong Bookstore's release of the new "Journey to the West" is a major event in the eyes of Huabenzi people, then Xinyou's recruitment of students has attracted attention from all aspects, especially officials and nobles.

Many families sorted out the test questions written down by the applicants and became increasingly confused.

"What's that one going to do?"

"Who knew, these questions are weird. Look at this, they actually asked if they would like to go to other places."

"The action was too fast. We recruited enough people in just a few days. Otherwise, we could have sent one of our own to explore the truth..."

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Among the officials, some are purely curious, while others are worried.

There was no way, as the imperial prison gradually filled up, they discovered that this Miss Xin was very capable of causing trouble.

This troublemaker is not like a junior going out on the street to tease cats and dogs, but suddenly causing a big problem and sending him to jail.

In this way, we have to pay attention to Miss Xin's movements and find out the truth before we can feel at ease.

But I didn't expect that the more I explored, the more confused I became.

Why did Miss Xin suddenly accept so many students? Is it possible that these students will be asked to write more stories and make more money in the future?

"It's definitely not that simple!" Some people made a decisive judgment.

At the end of October, a group of people headed by Zhang Shoufu made a verdict.

All the men of the Zhang family, regardless of age, were executed, and all the women were thrown into the Jiaofangsi without redemption. As for Zhang Yuchen, he received extra "care" and was sentenced to Lingchi.

Those who have been confessed by Zhang Shoufu's uncle and nephew will be punished as guilty after the interrogation, and those who have not been interrogated or who still have doubts will be placed in the second batch for processing.

The place of execution is still in Xishi.

On the day of the execution, the West Market was crowded with people, all of whom came to watch the excitement. Many small traders came after hearing the news and started various businesses.

The people's love for watching excitement will never be suppressed by bloodshed, and will even become more exciting.

This time Xin You didn't go to watch the execution.

She stood on the roadside that must pass from the prison to the execution place, watching the prison cars passing by.

She saw Zhang Shoufu with his head lowered and his face obscured by disheveled hair, Zhang Yuchen with a pale face and numb eyes, and Zhang Xu.

A dandy like Zhang Xu doesn't have much interrogation value, and He Qingxiao, the chief of the Fu Division in Beizhen, doesn't like to torture people for fun, so he didn't suffer much in prison. Besides being young, he seems to be in the best condition at this time.

Maybe he didn't appreciate the true cruelty in the prison. There was still life in his eyes that Zhang Shoufu and others didn't have. Even now on the way to the execution ground, he still felt unreal and didn't believe he would die.

Xin You watched silently as the prison car pulling Zhang Xu passed by. There was no such thing as the fateful discovery of her presence and then the swearing.

This young man, who first appeared in Qingsong Bookstore as a domineering yamen, passed away under the spotlight before he could learn how to behave.

Like Dai Ze at that time, Xin You was not happy or happy about Zhang Xu's ending, but she also had no sympathy.

He paid the price for his father's choices, and she was a direct victim of his father's choices.

Sympathy for this emotion is superfluous to her.

Xinyou turned around and walked towards the young man standing under the tree.

He Qingxiao did not wear a red official uniform today, but a green robe, as elegant and outstanding as green lotus and ink lotus.

The indescribable depression in Xin You's heart quietly dissipated, and she raised the corners of her lips at him.