The Most Powerful Man in the World

A pair of sisters Hua stepped forward and bowed to Wang Yangming: "I have seen Mr.

Wang Yangming took a deep breath and looked towards Chu Fang and said, "Eunuch Chu Fang, please forgive Shouren for no merit and no reward, and the governor has good intentions and Shouren's heart..."

Chu Fang said slowly: "Mr. Yangming, it is better to save a life than to build a seven-level pagoda. These two are pitiful people. Huating Xu sent them to the supervisor, and the supervisor gave them to the master by offering flowers to the Buddha. If they don't want to take them in, the world is big, but there is no place for them!"

The two women obviously knew that if no one took them in, they would end up tragically. They knelt down in front of Wang Yangming and cried, "Please take me in, sir!"

Wang Yangming looked hesitant, obviously he didn't want to accept these two women, but he also knew that what Chu Fang said was true. If he refused, it was very likely that the two women would end up miserably.

At this moment, Wang Hua strode out and said to Wang Yangming, "My son, since these two girls are so pitiful, let them serve by your mother's side."

Wang Yangming couldn't help but glanced at Wang Hua in surprise, as if he didn't understand why his always upright and honest father let him accept the gift of Chu Yi.

When Chu Fang saw this, he could tell his identity just by listening to Wang Hua's opening, and bowed to Wang Hua: "Chu Fang has seen the boss. Since this is the case, the task of the slave and servant has also been completed, so I will return to the governor."

As if afraid of any accident, Chu Fang turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the night.

Wang Yangming couldn't help but said to Wang Hua, "Father..."

Wang Hua said: "Go back to the mansion to talk!"

One of the two girls held a brocade box and followed Wang Yangming and his son into the mansion.

While guarding the official mansion, Chu Yi had finished his meditation practice. He was flipping through a book when he heard footsteps, and Chu Fang walked into the room and said to Chu Yi, "Master, the person has been delivered."

Chu Yi put down the book subconsciously, and said with a little doubt: "Oh, with Wang Yangming's temperament, he is unlikely to accept it. How did you do it?"

Chu Fang said: "Mr. Yangming really doesn't want to take in the two daughters, but Mr. Wang Hua opened the door to keep the two girls, and the slave did not wait for Mr. Yangming's objection, so she came back."

Suddenly, the altar of luck in the sea of ​​consciousness vibrated slightly, but his expression did not change, he waved his hand and said, "I understand, you should go and rest."

After Chu Fang retreated, Chu Yi's mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness. After a little check, his luck point increased by more than a thousand points. If nothing unexpected, it might be Wang Yangming who accepted his gift from his heart. , this is how luck increases so much all at once.

Although he was curious about how Wang Hua persuaded Wang Yangming, Chu Yi was not a curious person, as long as Wang Yangming accepted the gift.

The sky was bright, Fan Heng came to see Chu Yi early, but yesterday Chu Yi had made an appointment with Fan Heng, and today they were going to the Jiangnan Gongyuan on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

For Chu Yi, the most important thing is luck points. However, in order to obtain luck points, one must either gain superior power, or share the luck of those with great luck, or obtain them from the classics written by sages and great Confucians.

Jiangnan is the place where the literary style flourished. The ancient sages and great Confucian classics were either collected by long-standing families, or hidden in places such as Songyang Academy and Jiangnan Gongyuan.

When he came to Jiangnan this time, if he didn't go to Jiangnan Gongyuan for a visit, wouldn't he come here for nothing?

Fan Heng put up a guard of honor, and the group went straight to Jiangnan Gongyuan.

Jiangnan Gongyuan is definitely a holy place for literati, and there are many literati wandering in the tribute courtyard on weekdays.

After a night of fermentation, it can be said that in Nanjing City, Chu Yi's name is absolutely unknown to everyone, and even more and more exaggerated.

Of course, with the Wu family at the head and more than a dozen clans working together, among their clans, the children of the clan who were punished naturally became famous all at once.

Rumors of not succumbing to the eunuchs and being humiliated by the eunuchs spread. Needless to say, those few scholars stood out at once, and were almost regarded by people who didn't know the truth as literati who dared to oppose the eunuch Chu Yi. role model.

In addition, Xu Jue was killed, Huang Shilang was driven crazy, and Chu Yi's image was naturally smeared, so it naturally made those scholars more admirable.

Even many literati who didn't know the truth went to visit the few scholars who were vaguely representative of Jiangnan Shilin because they were tortured by the cane.

Although the Wu clan is not in Nanjing City, there is a luxurious mansion in Nanjing City. At this moment, the mansion is very lively in another courtyard.

More than a dozen literati sons came to visit Wu Qian together. The head of Wu's family, Wu Qian's father, scolded Chu Yi with indignation and entertained the crowd.

Wu Qian was lying on top of the soft collapse in the courtyard, his face was pale, although he felt that something was wrong with his body, but at this moment, amid the praise of his classmates and friends, he suddenly felt that he was really like everyone. As he said, it is a model of literati who is not afraid of thieves.

"Everyone is wrong, Chu Yi thief killed my generation of scholars for no reason. Although Wu is not talented, he is also doing his part. He should stand up to defend me. Even if he is armed, Wu will not lose me. Scholars of this generation must let these thieves know, and scholars of my generation will never succumb to killing, unless he can kill all the scholars in the world!"

"Well said, Brother Wu's words are reasonable, my generation of scholars, why be afraid of it!"

The eyes of the Patriarch of the Wu family on the side were full of smiles. Looking at this situation, after his son had gone through this incident, there were so many literati respected and supported, and he would surely become famous and move the world.

A slender maid came to the store with a bowl of soup and medicine cautiously, "Young master, take the medicine!"

Wu Qian smiled apologetically at the dozen or so literati, tried to sit up, made a strong appearance, took the medicine soup and said to everyone: "As long as Wu's injury is healed, he will still denounce the castrated thief with everyone!"

Gulu, Gulu, the decoction swallowed, Wu Qian suddenly felt a piercing pain between his chest and abdomen, he couldn't help screaming, the decoction spilled in his hand, and then the whole person slumped and rolled on the top. Falling, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everyone was taken aback, everything was fine just now, but in a blink of an eye, Wu Qian fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"Brother Wen, what's wrong with you!"

Several of Wu Qian's friends reacted and rushed forward, and the Wu family head rushed up and shouted: "Qian'er, my Qian'er..."

Wu Qian was lifted up, blood gushing out from his mouth, and one hand firmly grasped the hand of the Wu family's patriarch, his heart was enlightened, his eyes widened, and he said intermittently: "Father...child... good... so sorry..."

【Ask for a ticket! 】

Chapter 66 Hua Shanren

He knew his own body best. Wu Qian only felt that his internal organs seemed to be crushed. He immediately understood that Chu Yi had no intention of letting them go.

At the juncture 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? !

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. Wu Qian clung to the hand of the Wu family's patriarch and muttered to himself.

A friend of Wu Qian held Wu Qian's shoulder with a sad face and said solemnly: "Brother Wen, don't talk, what do you want to say, we all know, don't worry, we will inherit your last wish..."

Wu Qian's eyes widened, staring at the crowd, his body froze, and he suddenly lost his breath.

The doctor who came in a hurry stretched out his hand and put it on Wu Qian's wrist, and after a long sigh he shook his head at the Wu family's patriarch.

I just heard the doctor sigh and say, "This old man is not good at learning skills. He didn't even see that Wu Gongzi's internal organs were torn apart yesterday, and it was hidden for a day.

"God-killed castrated thief, you are so vicious, return me Qian'er..."

The family head of the Wu family screamed mournfully. Many people looked at Wu Qian, who vomited blood and died, and many people were extremely horrified.

Originally, they were very envious of Wu Qian's reputation for being blamed by Chu Yi. They thought that Chu Yi was just like that. It seemed very scary to hear the rumors, but in fact, they didn't dare to do anything to them.

No matter how ruthless it is, it seems that it is just a stick. Even many people are envious of Wu Qian and others, while silently thinking about when to call a group of friends to block Chu Yi, it is best to scold Chu Yi. field, and then exchanged for a cane.

But now, after hearing the doctor's words, many people felt chills in their hearts, and their backs were soaked all of a sudden.

Who said that Chu Yi was afraid of them, it seemed like a stick, but in fact, he killed them quietly. If this is considered to be afraid of them, doesn't it mean that they can only be called by killing them all? It is not afraid.

Suddenly someone exclaimed: "No, Brother Wu was assassinated by the castrated thief, doesn't it mean Brother Chen, Brother Yao and the others..."

Just as these people thought, among at least a dozen families in Nanjing City at this time, all the literati who were targeted by Cao Shaoqin yesterday burst out, and their five internal organs were suddenly broken , vomited blood and died.

These people are 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, and how they are punished by the rod.

Just when these literati died, Chu Yi and Fan Heng and his party had arrived at the Jiangnan Gongyuan.

The Jiangnan Tribute Courtyard is located not far from the Qinhuai River. This Tribute Courtyard is the largest tribute courtyard in the entire Jiangnan Province.

And Chu Yi is staring at the collection of books here, but he doesn't know if there are any books he needs here.

As an official institution, Jiangnan Gongyuan is naturally cared for and managed by someone, but Chu Yi’s vicious name is now spreading all over Nanjing, and the principal of Jiangnan Gongyuan doesn’t even dare to show up.

In front of Jiangnan Gongyuan, two figures were standing there, one of them was wearing a blue long gown, with an extraordinary bearing, like a refined gentleman, at this moment, he was looking at the gate of the Gongyuan with a look of emotion.

Next to the middle-aged scribe, a young man who looked to be in his twenties, looked at the gate of Nagong Court curiously, turned his head to the middle-aged scribe and said, "Master, this is the The literati holy place you mentioned before, Jiangnan Gongyuan?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at his eldest disciple's cynical appearance and couldn't help but glared at him and said, "Take your temper to the teacher, this is the holy land of Wenzong, if you cause any trouble for the teacher, be careful. Go back and punish you for a year in seclusion for a year!"

The young man couldn't help showing a pleasing look when he heard it: "Master loves his disciple the most, how can he bear it!"

With a flick of his sleeves, the middle-aged scholar said, "My teacher is going to visit a former friend. Chong'er, you will wait outside the Gongyuan as a teacher. Don't make trouble, otherwise..."

"Siguoya retreated for a year, and the disciple has written it down!"

The middle-aged scribe gave a helpless look at his unruly disciple, sighed slightly, turned and walked into the Gongyuan, while the young man saw his master entering the Gongyuan, and the serious look on his face disappeared suddenly and whispered softly. Said: "It's so easy to come to this prosperous Jiangnan with Master, and naturally you have to take a look at it, and when you go back, it's easy to talk to the younger brothers and sisters!"

The library of Gongyuan is hidden in the shade of green trees, and the scenery can be described as beautiful, and many scholars linger there.

When Chu Yi and Fan Heng walked towards the library, many literati cast their gazes.

Although most people don't know Chu Yi, but everyone is familiar with Fan Heng. To be able to make Fan Heng so respectful, in this Nanjing city, it seems that there is only the East Factory who made a big noise as soon as he entered Nanjing city. Superintendent Chu Yi.

After guessing Chu Yi's identity, many people couldn't help but point their fingers in the distance. Obviously, they are unlikely to say good things about Chu Yi.

It's just that Chu Yi didn't care about this at all. If he couldn't even stand being told by someone behind his back, then his life would be over, and he could kill every day.

Walking into the library, Chu Yi only saw the volumes of books on the shelves, and then heard Fan Heng introduce: "The library has no less than [-] volumes, and some of them are not less than [-]. Rare books, ranging from astronomy to geography, four books and five classics, various classics, it can be said that there are very few categories that are not involved."

Chu Yi nodded slightly and said, "Does Fan Gong know whether there are books written by the sages and great scholars in this library?"

Fan Heng was stunned for a moment, and a trivial piece of news emerged in his mind. It is said that Chu Yi had paid close attention to some ancient books written by sages and great scholars in the library of Songyang Academy, but Fan Heng did not take it to heart. Now Chu Yi mentioned it. , Fan Heng suddenly felt that maybe Chu Yi had a different preference for the classics handwritten by famous scholars.

Silently writing down Chu Yi's preference, Fan Heng pondered slightly: "As one of the largest book collections in the south of the Yangtze River, there must be books written by sages and great scholars."

While speaking, Fan Heng said to the confidant, the eunuch, "Go and find the steward of this bookstore from our family."

Li Wenyuan, as a minor official of the eighth rank of the imperial court, although his rank is not high, he is a famous person in the south of the Yangtze River, especially the Gongyuan Bookstore, who is responsible for taking care of it, and has taught many children.

It was precisely Wu Qian who was one of Li Wenyuan's disciples. Among the dozen or so literati who were killed by Cao Shaoqin according to Chu Yi's instructions, two were Li Wenyuan's disciples.

At this moment, Li Wenyuan just received the news that Wu Qian and others threw the teacup out in anger when they learned that Wu Qian and others had broken their five internal organs and died on the spot.

In the quiet room, a book boy quietly pushed the door and entered, looking at the messy scene in the room, he couldn't help but timidly said: "Master, there is someone who calls himself a disciple of the master, and I came here to meet you!"

Li Wenyuan took a deep breath, finally suppressed the anger in his heart, and said solemnly: "Who is coming, can you report your name?"

The book boy hurriedly said: "Back to the old man's words, that person claimed to be Yue, and he was from Huashan Mountain, 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 can impress him. After thinking about it, it seems that there is no such a Yue surnamed disciple from Huashan Mountain in Xiyue in his memory!

However, since the other party claimed to be his own disciple, there would be no mistake in thinking about it. I wanted to have the book boy send the other party away, but after a thought, Li Wenyuan said to the book boy, "Go and invite people to the study room in the future."

It didn't take long for footsteps to come, and I saw a figure walking into the study, bowing to Li Wenyuan with great respect: "Meet Master Li!"

Li Wenyuan looked at the person who came, and saw that the other party was about thirty years old, wearing a green shirt, a light robe with slack belts, a folding fan in his hand, five willows and captive beards under his cheeks, a crown like jade, modest and elegant, and awe-inspiring. Impressed by people's view.

[The second one is sent, and there is a reward for asking for a ticket! 】

Chapter 67 Gentleman Mr. Jianyue

Stroking his beard, Li Wenyuan couldn't help his eyes light up when he saw the person coming. He had no impression of such an extraordinary scribe, and Li Wenyuan had to wonder if the other person was really taught by him.

The scholar in green shirt noticed the change in Li Wenyuan's expression, and he guessed that Li Wenyuan might not have any impression of him, and explained with a slight smile: "Buqun used to have a superficial blessing, but he only listened to Master Li for half a year, and then he had something to do at home. After returning to Guanzhong, Master Li may not remember Buqun, but Buqun has not forgotten the time when he was studying under Master Li."

I have to say that Li Wenyuan's words were very useful to Li Wenyuan, and his mood that had become gloomy because of the killing of Wu Qian and several others suddenly improved a lot.

Full of admiration, he nodded at the scribe in blue and said, "Your surname is Yue, but your name is not good!"

Yue Buqun nodded slightly.

Li Wenyuan motioned Yue Buqun to sit down and said, "Sit down and talk, this old man sees that you are extraordinary and elegant, and you haven't forgotten to study hard all these years!"

Yue Buqun said, "Although Buqun is busy with affairs, Master Li's teachings in the past are not forgotten for a day, and he reads various books in his spare time."