A piece of paper

Chapter 111
Xian Jin clenched his hands, raised his head suddenly, and said in a more serious tone than expected, "What do you mean?"

Xiaoyan had a mournful face and shook his head vigorously, "Just now I went to get Mr. Lang's teaching plan, and as soon as I came out, I saw many... many officials... I took advantage of the chaos and crawled out from the side door next to it, and after...no one entered after... No one came out…”

The child in his early ten years old was so frightened that his upper teeth collided with the lower teeth, rattling, and he spoke incongruously, but he understood everything.

People from the yamen directly surrounded Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, and the gate is now not allowed to enter and exit at will.
Xian Jin came from a later generation, and had never experienced the natural oppression from the government in the feudal era. Seeing Xiaoyan's situation, Xian Jin couldn't help but panic, and suddenly remembered one thing——

Qiao Shanchang never came back!
After I went to Yingtianfu on business in October, I never came back!

It's been more than a month now!

Here comes the officers and soldiers...

Xian Jin's mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously blurted out, "Where's Qiao Hui? Where is he?"

Chen Jianfang's back was slightly stiff.

Xiaoyan cried inarticulately, "Master Qiao is inside, I crawled to the door, and saw him telling all the scholars to go back to the dormitory."

Xian Jin felt at ease.

Qiao Hui is here, at least Baozhu will not be alone.

Xian Jin looked at Chen Jianfang, and said in an urgent tone, "Do you know why Master Qiao Shan went to Yingtian Mansion!?"

Chen Jianfang pondered for a moment, "I was summoned by Mr. Yin of Tianfu, and said that I hoped to discuss with the teacher about this year's autumn examination questions—the autumn examination questions in Zhili in the north and south have always set their own questions, and usually the master Xuezheng decided. I have never discussed it with the teacher. This year, in response to a letter from Tianfu, the teacher declined once or twice, but he couldn’t refuse again and again.”

It seems that some thoughts are passing through the brain.

Chen Jianfang clenched his hands into fists and clasped them tightly on the table.

There is no good feast in banquet, Hongmen banquet; there is no good chess in chess, but lore chess.

This is adjusting the tiger away from the mountain, capturing the thief and the king!
Chen Jianfang quickly put on his coat from the compartment, and took a bag of silver from under the drawer. Before going out, he turned his head and asked the third master, "The family is begging you. If the arrow is really aimed at the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, the government may not ignore it." I will come to Chen's house to search."

As we all know, he was brought out by Qiao Shan's long hands. If the government really wants to knock on the head and tail of Qiao's family, it is very likely to attack the Chen family.

Chen Fu held the corner of the tablecloth tightly with his hands, and after hearing what Chen Jianfang said, he let go of his hands and hid Xianjin behind him like an old mother guarding chicken cubs.

Chen Fu nodded heavily, "Good! Good! Good!"

Chen Jianfang turned his head to look at Xian Jin again, pursed his lips, and walked out quickly.

Xian Jin wanted to call him to go with him, but in the end he didn't open his mouth—it was useless for her to go.

For this matter, Chen Jianfang has his connections, and that is his circle.

Xian Jin, who came from later generations, still can't figure out the rules of the game in that circle.

Chen Jian was not showing any emotion, he rarely showed his emotions, and always presented a gentle and silent image. Xian Jin swears that she saw the panic visible to the naked eye from the moment he turned his head.

What happened!
Xian Jin didn't sleep well all night. To be precise, he didn't fall asleep at all. He kept curling up at the foot of the cramped bed, dimly seeing through the thin paper pasted into the window lattice, seeing flickering lights outside, turning from deep to dark. It's bright.

A heart is also like this light that alternates between light and dark, swaying back and forth.

The rooster crowed, Xian Jin turned over, put on some clothes, walked out of the yard, and saw Chen Jianfang walking into the corridor facing the light.

Xian Jin walked a few steps quickly, and asked anxiously, "Do you have any clues?"

When he got closer, Xian Jin saw Chen Jianfang's expression clearly.

card white.

Even the lips are white.

Xian Jin's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

".At the end of August, Ningyuanhou was defeated in the war against the Japanese. The imperial court sent another 5000 people to reinforce Fujian. Ningyuanhou led the team to go to sea, but there has been no news so far; Li Ge Lao impeached Ningyuanhou for dereliction of duty, replacing prisoners with civilians, and corruption."

Chen Jianfang said in a low voice, "There are still collaborators."

"What does it have to do with Master Qiao Shan!?"

Xian Jin growled.

Chen Jianfang gave a wry smile, "In-laws and in-laws are beneficial to support each other, and naturally they have to settle together when there is a crisis. The uncle of the Qiao family in the capital has also been dismissed and thrown into prison-after Ning Yuanhou went to Fujian, he had a close correspondence with his teacher. Brief references to the fighting in several letters."

Xian Jin stared blankly at Chen Jianfang, many points in his mind seemed to be connected by a long thread.

Qiao Shan’s favorite Wuyi black tea
Fujian specialties specially given to her by Zhang Wenbo
Girls and servants with a southeast coastal accent who suddenly appeared in the Renya market.
In ancient times, communication was not as developed as in modern times.

People usually only know what is happening around them.

A major event that happens far away will only indirectly trigger a tornado in Texas like the flapping of a butterfly in the Amazon River Basin.

These distant events will only appear by her side in small but concrete manifestations.

Xian Jin swallowed hard, her throat was so sore, like two razor blades pierced into the left and right sides of her tonsils.

"Even if there is a correspondence with Master Qiao, even if it is an in-law, it is not an ironclad evidence. Master Qiao has a reputation for being a flower hunter! Even if you are the governor of the Yingtian Mansion, you can't just detain someone."

With two razor blades in his mouth, Xian Jin sorted out his thoughts word by word.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and said in a very light tone, "The current Ying Tian Fu Yin is Mr. Li Ge's younger brother. Mr. Li Ge respects Confucianism, and the teacher is a famous psychologist. Li Ge The old man is about to resign."

Mr. Li Ge is about to resign, but Qiao Fangzhi is in his prime. Even if he himself does not become an official, there are twenty or thirty scholars who have been educated in psychology to become an official every year.

The father of Xian Jin's later generations once said that before retiring, he was helping the dead.

What does it mean to help?It's that he'll burn the last of his worth and help the people he wants to help swim ashore.

In the same way, it will also be killed.

After he left the field, those who would threaten him to take down the situation were eliminated and suppressed without scruple.

Mr. Li Ge stepped down, who will replace the cabinet?Make up or not?It's all unknown.

However, under the strong admiration of Mr. Li Ge, Neo Confucianism gradually erodes the thoughts and judgments of today's sages—at this critical moment, Mr. Li will definitely clean up all the weeds on the road for his next term. .

The southeast was defeated in the Anti-Japanese War, isn't this the knife that was handed over?
As for how to defeat?Is there any chance of flopping?

The ass decides the head, and these are not the issues that these high-ranking and powerful people have fully considered for the time being.

Xian Jin took a deep breath, looked at Chen Jianfang and asked softly, "Is the teacher still alive? Are you in Yingtian Mansion now, or are you escorted to Beijing?"

Chen Jianfang's eyes were dull, and he looked at the red lacquer pillars in the corridor dimly. After a long time, he shook his head slightly, "I don't know, I can't find out more, it is said."

Chen Jianfang turned his head away slightly, his throat felt bitter and sour, "It is said that they tortured the teacher."

(End of this chapter)