Jiangmen Confucian student, young genius, Qingming Holy Son, famous teacher and high apprentice, Yanting Shuangbi, deviant......

Lu Guanshan's life, since he was a young governor, has been constantly labeled with one kind or another, he has been questioned by others, and he has been looked up to by everyone, and now these good or malicious eyes have turned into contempt and ridicule.

How many years of cultivation have not been able to make progress, how many years of self-containment, in the court and rivers and lakes of the Great Yan Dynasty, Lu Guanshan and his junior brother are all laughing stocks.

And this laughing stock, as always, sat up from the bed early on this day. It was just dawn, and he got up earlier than usual because all the servants in the house had been dismissed by him.

He washed, dressed, and carefully groomed himself, not very delicately, but neatly and cleanly. Then he walked outside the house in no hurry, looked at the heavy rain outside, and silently recited "Shuhe Fu" in his heart - this is a habit developed when he was studying in the Qingming Academy, and he has to memorize a famous book of the sages every day, even if Lu Guanshan is forty or five at this time, even if he has left the Qingying Academy for twenty years, but this habit has not changed.

After doing this, it was already time, Lu Guanshan took off his coat and walked towards the firewood room - without Wei Lai, the county magistrate had to cook himself to satisfy his appetite.

Cracking sound.

Pushing open the firewood room, the light sound from the stove made Lu Guanshan slightly stunned.

He remembered clearly that before going to sleep yesterday, in order to facilitate cooking this morning, he did leave a dark fire, but the sound at this moment sounded, as if the dark fire had burned into an open flame at some point. Lu Guanshan frowned, secretly feeling a little strange, walked to the stove, and was about to hook down to check the situation in the stove.

But at this time, he smelled the faint aroma from the pot, Lu Guanshan was stunned again, as if he realized something, he reached out and opened the lid of the pot, only to see that the pot was filled with clean water, and there were two porcelain bowls in the clear water, one was filled with porridge, and the other was placed with two boiled eggs.

Lu Guanshan was stunned, and reacted after a few breaths of stunnedness, he reached out and touched the still warm egg, turned his head to look at the window that was not yet closed in the firewood room, he smiled slightly, and the hand holding the egg unconsciously tightened a little.

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Liu Jiejie is very strange, what is Wei Lai busy with this night.

I went out at night, went home early in the morning, and didn't rest after I came back, I tinkered in the door of my house for a while, wiped my wet body clean, put on a snow-white shirt, and then held an umbrella with a solemn expression, and walked out of the door, during which I was deaf to all kinds of inquiries from Liu Jiejie, and the only thing that made Liu Jiejie feel a little at ease was that Wei Lai gave him more than ten copper plates when he left.

Today's meal money has been settled, but it also shows that Wei Lai today seems to be going home for a while and a half.

For a small place like Wupan City, the symbolic meaning of the existence of the execution ground is obviously greater than the actual effect, after all, with a population of less than 4,000 households, unless there is any troubled world where the people are not able to make a living, there are probably few prisoners who are enough to behead. And once it comes into place, in Wupan City, where there is almost nothing new, it will naturally cause a sensation, not to mention that the people in the city have not heard the slightest rumor before, which has intensified the curiosity of the people.

When Wei Lai came to the execution ground located next to the entrance of the vegetable market in the west of the city, the outside of the execution ground was already crowded with people who came to see the excitement. Everyone gathered outside the fence outside the execution ground, chattering non-stop, but most of the content was surprisingly consistent, discussing "where is sacred" the prisoner that the magistrate wants to behead today.

Not far away, the executioner Qian Xugui, who has not been on an errand for more than ten years, has long lost the sturdy body when he entered the industry, and he has been eating and waiting for death in his idle job for more than ten years, which is enough to extinguish anyone's will. But fortunately, Qian Xugui didn't lose the big knife that had been dusted in the corner after all, but probably because he drank too much yesterday, he missed the hour, and it came to this point, and the big-bellied executioner was still sharpening the knife on the side - he remembered it really, his master taught him when he entered the industry, the executioner's knife must be sharpened quickly, otherwise if the knife goes down, the prisoner will have the strength to look back at him, remember the appearance, and he will have to find him for his life at night.

Qian Xugui was very busy here, and under the supervision stage, the only 20 or so officials in Wupan City were also lined up on both sides early, waiting for the arrival of the magistrate.

It's just that compared to the curiosity of the people, Xue Xinghu, who is the head catcher, is faintly uneasy, his qualifications are older than the rest of the officials, and he has been on an errand in the yamen when Wei Shou was in office, and he was related to what happened to Wei Shou's family before, and now Lu Guanshan's many behaviors inexplicably make him think of Wei Shou back then. And the most important thing is that the people of Wupan City are obedient, and the land is scarce and the people are small, in the early years, when Wei Shou came, he reduced the manpower of various administrative organs in Wupan City with a big wave, and since then everything in the cell has been handed over to Xue Xinghu to take care of. This point has not changed in any way after Lu Guanshan's arrival.

After Cang Yuwei arrived, Lu Guanshan said that he was going to ask about the felons on May 14, and Xue Xinghu, who was the head catcher, never remembered that he had participated in or sent someone to arrest such a felon. Therefore, he went to the cell on a special trip, retrieved materials from the cell boss, and looked through the detention records of the whole year, among which the most serious criminal was a man who injured several pedestrians three months ago because of drinking and making trouble, but no matter how the culpability is calculated, he will be assigned to a maximum of four or five years of hard labor in the frontier.

Thinking of this, Xue Xinghu's brows furrowed, he looked at the crowd around the execution ground, and there was still no trace of Lu Guanshan, and the uneasiness in his heart intensified. Others don't know, but Xue Xinghu, who is the head catcher, understands that whether it is Wei Shou or Lu Guanshan, it is a great blessing for the people to meet such a parental official, and he really can't understand how such incidents can be caused one after another for the sake of a temple?

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The time had come, and the crowd outside the execution ground was getting a little impatient.

Just when the big guy was whispering whether this Lu Guanshan had deceived Cang Yuwei in the first place, there was a commotion behind the crowd.

Everyone looked sideways, and saw that in the dense rain curtain, a man dressed in black was holding an umbrella and slowly walking towards here.

"It's Lord Lu!" the person with excellent eyesight immediately let out a shout, and the crowd suddenly boiled.

"Get out of the way! leave a debut for Lord Lu!" Xue Xinghu, the head catcher, reacted immediately, braved the heavy rain and stepped forward quickly, and shouted loudly towards the crowd.

Ordinary people are the main ones who watch the excitement, and with the prestige that Lu Guanshan has accumulated in the past few years, naturally no one will really rush against him, with Xue Xinghu's order, the crowd will separate to the sides independently, making way for Lu Guanshan, who is in a black robe.

Xue Xinghu, who received Lu Guanshan, frowned slightly, and he keenly discovered that although Lu Guanshan's black clothes were similar in color to the official uniform of the Great Yan Dynasty, they were not official uniforms. With his brain, it was difficult to explain the difference for a while, and he didn't dare to ask more after all, so he just greeted Lu Guanshan and invited him to the prison beheading platform.

Lu Guanshan was silent all the way, he put away his umbrella and put it to the side, stepped to the desk of the prison and beheading table, and stood still.

More than 20 officials lined up on both sides with solemn expressions. Qian Xugui, the executioner who had not lifted a knife for more than ten years, held his head high and tried his best, but he couldn't collect the fat on his abdomen. The people around the execution ground put away their whispers and looked at Lu Guanshan with their heads at that time.

Lu Guanshan's hand gently stroked the shocking wood on the desk, and the yellowed "Law of Dayan" on the other side. His eyes swept over the faces of the people in the audience one by one, seemingly casual, but as if he was looking for something.

And soon he found what he was looking for - a teenager with an oil-paper umbrella in the corner of the crowd smiling at him. The boy was dressed in white, which contrasted sharply with his black robe. The two looked at each other through the rain, although they only stayed for a while, but the faint smile and the warm porridge in their bellies were enough to dissolve the estrangement and confrontation between the two sides for months.

Lu Guanshan, who got the answer he wanted, was satisfied, he sat down, and slowly took out a document from his arms under the expectant gaze of everyone.

He unfolded it with a calm face, probably infected by his breath, and it was extremely silent outside the execution ground, which was clearly impassable, of course, except for the sound of rain that had not stopped for a few days.

"Xue Xinghu's servants and executioner Qian Xugui listened to the order. Then, the man's delicate and neutral voice sounded.

The people who had been on standby for a long time straightened their waists one after another, waiting for Lu Guanshan to give an order, and they would go to take the important criminal—although they still didn't know who the so-called important criminal was and where he was. But this man has always had such an aura in his body that it is difficult to doubt the authenticity and credibility of what he is going to do.

Lu Guanshan, who was still looking down at Wen Mu, did not raise his head, and turned a blind eye to the burning eyes of everyone.

He continued: "Leave the execution ground immediately, and there must be no mistake. ”