Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 96 How many winds and rains are there in Chang'an, and it is swaying!
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

The bloody fights on the wasteland could not hinder the prosperous city of Chang'an. The exchanges of merchants from various countries brought news from the wasteland to the city.

They also came back with the clothes of the students in the academy and the low pot.

The seven-foot man turned into a handful of ashes during this practice, and even more rumors spread to Chang'an City. The newly appointed governor of Chang'an City, faced with the overwhelming rumors, had no choice but to use the tricks of the previous governor.

'Malingering! '

Pretending to be ill has become something that civil and military officials in the Tang Dynasty have discussed in private. How can your Majesty be too harsh on a minister who is unable to handle affairs due to illness?

Besides, the rumors involved Mr. Shisan of the academy, and all the things in it were somewhat credible. In those rumors, the death of the two students of the academy was also because of Mr. Shisan of the academy.

Those who can enter the academy, except for those students brought back from remote counties and counties in the human world, are inextricably linked to the nobles.

In the rumors, the horse bandits wanted to kill Academy Thirteen. The Academy students, the Yan army escorting the grain and grass, and the students of Mochiyuan in the front team all blocked the knife for Ning Que.

In Chang'an Mansion Yamen, the newly appointed governor, An Wenyuan, looked at the documents with a strange expression, and said, "Tie Xin, there are letters from General Xiahou and Nanmen Temple, what do you think?"

Things were difficult, and he was the one who came to take the blame. He had no prominent background or a prominent wife, so he had no choice but to take the blame for Guan Yangyu, the former governor of Chang'an.

After knowing all the reasons, An Wenyuan felt more and more that Ning Que, the son of General Xuanwei, would definitely want to attack that prince in the future. The prince was in charge of the old incident in the first year of the apocalypse!

Tie Xin cupped his fists slightly with embarrassment on his face and said: "My lord, this matter can only be a muddled account. I don't know where the rumors came from, and we have no news. This is beyond our control."

"There are too many people involved in the old incident, and it cannot be exposed openly. The murderer can be Ning Que, the son of Xuan Wei, but it cannot be Ning Que, the thirteenth gentleman of the academy."

As he spoke, he put the gavel on the table next to An Wenyuan's hand. He could pretend to be sick and hide it for a while, but he couldn't hide it for ten days. Only when he was really sick could he really pretend to be confused. .

An Wenyuan picked up the gavel, smiled helplessly, and said: "It's rare to be confused, it's rare to be confused!"

There was only a 'bang' sound, the new Governor of Chang'an who was pacing back and forth in the main room had already fallen on the threshold, if Tiexin hadn't held him up, I'm afraid that Mr. An would really have to retire due to illness.

Seeing this, Tie Xin quickly shouted, "Come here!"

"Mr. An fell down, please send someone to Huichun Hall quickly and ask the doctor to come over for diagnosis and treatment!"

A group of third-class yamen servants who had been prepared for a long time also rushed out from the front hall, and hurriedly carried An Wenyuan, who had fainted, to the bed in the wing room.

On the streets of Chang'an City, two Yamen servants from Chang'an City rushed to the Nancheng Huichun Hall in a hurry.

In front of many patients in brocade hats and ermine fur coats, he yelled at his lord directly, because he was too tired and fell to the ground and couldn't wake up.

The doctors of Huichuntang are no strangers to it, and the governors of Chang'an have all been like this!

Under the feet of the Son of Heaven, if you throw a stone out, you can smash it out, three or five sixth-rank officials, seven or eight noble censors.
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Outside Chang'an City, there was a lot of traffic and people.

How could the gossip in the city affect this bustling city.

It’s just that south of Chang’an, in the front yard of the academy under the mountain, because of the death of the younger generation in the family in the wilderness, the nobles who came to discuss with the academy can be said to be bearded and staring. If there is a big difference, they will fall here .

What's more, he directly stated that if Chen Xuan of Taiping Dao was handed over the position of the academy leader, his nephew and nephew would die in that vast wasteland.

The two academy students who happened to die, the elders of the family, also participated in that old incident.

The blacksmith Chen Zixian, the censor of the Inspectorate Zhang Yiqi, the Linhu Xiaozhu tea master Yan Suqing, plus two juniors studying in the academy, the son of General Xuanwei's revenge became more and more violent.

The nobles also had lingering fears, as if they had been driven to a dead end, a few irrelevant juniors would die tragically in the wasteland, let alone them, these old fellows.

"The Thirteenth Mr. of the academy, how can he take on the position of the academy's practical cultivator and team leader when he is so concerned about human life?"

"The academy is in need of help. It cares about people's lives and ignores the laws of the Tang Dynasty."

The benevolent person who received the money shouted enthusiastically under the door sign in the front yard of the academy.

Those who are poor and afraid, they are not afraid of dying outside the academy, what they fear is that they will not die outside the academy.

Died outside the academy, received enough rewards, and their family of seven or eight people lived comfortably for three lifetimes.

The money that was exchanged with his life, naturally felt at ease, and I heard that Ning Que was a murderer, and his family had colluded with the enemy and treason.

The professors of the academy, although they have sent people to drive them away, but to no avail, they must not be beheaded outside the academy!
The third class of yamen servants in Chang'an Mansion, because of the previous incident, have long been afraid to come outside the academy.

The general of the Jinwu Guard even took a sick leave. The generals below did not dare to act recklessly. Besides, the disciples of the academy are the people of the Tang country. Could it be that the people who are asking for justice are not the people of the Tang country?
Is it necessary for the Ministry of Punishment to issue an official document stating that no one is allowed to go to the academy to maliciously demand justice?

Inside the archway of the Academy.

Academy teacher Huang He, tugging at his goatee, didn't know what to do, he said: "Brother Gongyang, gossip and gossip in the city is really annoying, according to Brother Gongyang, what should we do?"

He had to admit that the death of the two academy students was really strange.

The horse bandit shouldn't be rich, so he has to hire two practitioners in the Dongxuan realm, one of whom is a talisman master.

Instructor Gongyang looked at the idle man holding a banner with blood on a white background outside the doorway of the front yard, and snorted coldly: "Brother Huang He, do you really think I am a fool?"

"Could it be that the academy can kill all these idlers?"

"There has to be some truth, and besides, people are really dead, really dead."

"A practitioner who has no confusion and becomes the leader of this team should shoulder his responsibilities instead of oppressing others in the name of master."

He didn't like Ning Que, and he didn't like Ning Que's style. The hatred of ten generations could still be restored, and it was within morality.

But it's obvious that Ning Que's hatred is beyond morality. How many more people will die in this city before he can stop?
At noon, the noisy idlers outside the academy gate finally calmed down, and someone from Deshengju sent someone to deliver the banquet made by the chef.

One of the old men, sitting on the ground with his rice bowl, said with calm eyes: "What a academy, what a Chang'an, what a Mr. Thirteen."

The old man picked up the food and tried his best to make himself less conspicuous.

(End of this chapter)