As autumn grows stronger, Chang'an City is noisy and noisy, and people begin to prepare for early winter, with markets selling more abundant goods than in other seasons, and women in the streets and alleys speeding up their needles and threads to make winter clothes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For the small people of Shengdou, how much can this basket of rice and noodles be sold for, whether shoes and clothes can be made in time is the most important thing, the sound of rapid horses' hooves sounded in this noisy and noisy street market, and a team of officers and soldiers appeared in everyone's sight.

They were menacing and solemn without the slightest warning, and the street market seemed to be empty in front of them, and the iron hooves were magnified in the eyes of the people..... Screams erupted, people in the market took refuge, stepped on the baskets, kicked the vegetables, and the chickens and ducks ran out of the cages.

The women who were doing needlework at the mouth of the alley were just about to lean out to see when a group of officers and soldiers had arrived in front of them.

"The people of this alley have taken it. ”

The women were stunned to hear the sound falling from the top of their heads, and before they could realize what they meant, the officers and soldiers had already rushed up.

The sewing baskets were knocked over, the half-made shoes rolled off, and the women screamed and were tied and pressed to the ground, and in the chaos the needles pierced their hands and faces, and blood dripped on the clothes and the ground.

The drop of blood made the whole street tremble, and the people standing in the distance stared at the scene in horror, asking what had happened.

“... There are suspects in the assassination of Master Zong, so these people have to be brought to be examined..."

The officers and soldiers did not hide it, and the reason for the arrest soon spread, it turned out to be the arrest of the suspect ... There was a brightly dressed young man in the crowd, looking at the men, women and children who were tied up in a string, as well as the middle-aged man who was dragged out by the rack, and fear grew in his eyes.

"The suspect of the suspect .... The suspect's neighbor is also a suspect...", he muttered, suddenly turned and ran towards the city, ran for a while, stopped again, and turned around and ran out of the city.

.....

The bell rang for the end of social studies class, but the gentlemen did not leave, but began to assign their homework for lunch, and the students wailed.

"Anyway, you don't rest at noon, instead of fighting, laughing and making trouble, it's better to read..."The gentlemen scolded and persuaded earnestly, "It's September now, and there is not much time left until the county exam in February next year..."

But there are also many students, such as those in the Mengtong class, who are not yet ready to take the county exam.

"You are all social studies students, do you still have to have fun when others are preparing for exams? Do you understand the meaning of the word "hatred and hatred?"

Students must follow the teacher's orders if they understand or not, but Xue Qing is an exception, she packed up her books and left the school as always, Mr. Yan looked at her without hindering her, but when she walked outside, she was stopped by a black-faced Mr. Duosu.

"It's Xue Qing. He said kindly, "I am a professor of social studies, and my surname is Zhou Mingtai." ”

Zhou Tai, who teaches the four books in social studies, is quite prestigious, although Xue Qing has never seen it, he has heard of it, Zhang Liantang, Zhang Shuangtong and others all studied with him, Xue Qing was busy giving gifts: "What does Mr. Zhou command?"

Mr. Zhou said kindly: "I heard that you love poetry, I also have this hobby, and I also read the four poems you made and thought it was wonderful, so I made it clear to Mr. Qingxia and wanted to invite you to my door." ”

Xue Qing said in her heart, this is not good, of course she wants to learn more, but she really doesn't have time now.

Mr. Zhou didn't wait for her to speak, and then spoke again: "I know that you have to prepare for next year's county exam, don't worry, in addition to poetry, I can teach the four books of spring and autumn art to help you take the county exam." ”

This is really blocking the way, it can't be said that she doesn't love poetry and doesn't want to pass the county exam, right? Xue Qinghu took a step forward and said, "Sir, I want to take a step first..."

Mr. Zhou's black face did not show any expression, but only blocked the way: "Social studies provide food, you have dinner here, just in time to start the afternoon class." ”

Xue Qing looked anxious and said, "The student really can't, sir... My cottage is on fire. ”

Mr. Zhou was stunned, turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw bursts of smoke rising from the bottom of the mountain.

"It's on fire!"

The whole social school was lively, and countless students rushed down the hill with buckets and brooms, but they did not help, only a corner of the thatched hall was burned, and it was extinguished before they arrived.

Guo Ziqian crossed his waist and reprimanded Nuan Nuan, it was nothing more than being greedy for fun and not looking at the stove, burning or something, Xue Qing persuaded him to pay attention next time, and the students of social studies gathered around to watch the excitement, until the gentlemen confirmed that they had nothing to do and drove them back to social studies, and then they reluctantly left.

But some people didn't leave, Chu Minghui took a few teenagers to clean up the burned corners of the house seriously.

"Don't miss class. The gentleman said two words.

Chu Minghui and the others responded loudly, watching Mr. leave, and the grass hall returned to quiet.

Xue Qing looked at Guo Ziqian and said, "What the hell is going on?"

Before Guo Ziqian could speak, a young man ran out of the alley in front of him and shouted three times with a frightened expression.

Chu Minghui and the others immediately recognized him and shouted Yucai, who was also a member of the Changle Society, but he did not study in the Liudao Quanshan Society.

Yucai said: "Zhang Bao's family and neighbors have all been arrested. I knew that you all inquired about the affairs of Zhang Bao's family, so I paid more attention to it, and I happened to tell you when I saw it today. ”

Chu Minghui and the others were shocked, but Xue Qing nodded, and the worst situation still appeared.

Guo Ziqian said: "I came to deliver food, but the door of social studies was closed tightly and I didn't let you in, and the situation was urgent, and I waited for you to come back, so I set the cottage on fire... In this way, the door to social studies can always be opened. ”

Chu Minghui and the other teenagers nodded admiringly and praised: "Ziqian is witty. ”

Guo Ziqian smiled modestly and said, "A little thing, a little thing." He looked at Xue Qing again, "It seems that Zhang Bao will not be released, but will intensify his arrest." ”

Yucai said: "It's miserable, Daddy Zhang was set up, and he looks like he's dying..."

Chu Minghui shouted: "I'm angry! This is simply no Heavenly Principle King Law!"

The other teenagers nodded their heads as well.

"That's too much!" "What to do?"

Guo Ziqian said: "What should I do now." Hearing this, everyone looked at Xue Qing.

Xue Qing said: "Then it can only be done." He was silent.

Chu Minghui hurriedly said: "What's the big deal? ”

Other teenagers also urged one after another.

Guo Ziqian said: "Brother Qingzi, we know that this matter is not trivial, even the prefect came forward to make the Beijing official relent, it can be seen that this matter is very powerful, we are all students, and it is really difficult to do it... Think about it. ”

Xue Qing glanced at him and understood what he meant, this was not so much for Xue Qing, but actually for Chu Minghui and the others.

What even the prefect can't do, and the people who can't even be provoked by the prefect, they, the students and teenagers, dare to provoke ..... Have you figured it out?

The young man spoke The young man could understand it, Chu Minghui and the others changed their expressions, this is a choice, and it is not a choice of what to eat today and what to play tomorrow, their expressions were a little dazed, a little excited and a little painful, and there was silence in front of the grass hall.

(Happy Holiday)