The courtiers who raided their homes, took people, and calmed down the Yamen were dizzying, but in just half a day, none of the people involved in He Wenjin's case escaped.

The He family was copied twice, with a total of 10,000 taels of silver, as well as countless antique vase literary and historical classics. Equivalent to 200,000 taels of silver. A third-grade official, the Zuo Shilang of the military department who is only 4,000 taels in age, has been greedy for so much money in just four years, which really opened Li Yuan's eyes.

Li Yuan is not unclear about the various inputs of Beijing officials every year, but most of them turn a blind eye, and there are still a few people who must enter this kind of person, and the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty can fully meet the daily expenses of Beijing officials, and He Wenjin's property from unknown sources is more than 300,000 taels, which is not an ordinary greedy ink, but the benefits obtained by selling the information of the imperial court.

"Kill me! , all over the door to cut a single one! "No one dares to persuade the emperor to think twice, in their opinion, not exterminating the clan at the moment is already restraint.

He Fu completed the first killing of the eleventh year of the Great Zhou Qide, and none of the twenty-seven members of the family were spared, and the court investigated and beheaded it as quickly as possible.

The Yamen of the Zhenfu Division was also rewarded by the cabinet and the emperor, Liu Qingshui began to frantically investigate the spy dens in Gyeonggi as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and the court was full of rumors, and people realized how the Yamen of the Zhenfu Division existed, and then there was no disrespect in their eyes.

The news of He Wenjin's beheading came suddenly, looking at the letter in his hand, He Wenchang's eyes were black and he almost fell, but fortunately, the housekeeper beside him was there, and he copied it. After a period of scramble, He Wenchang woke up.

"Shame! It's just what scum am I, where is the face of my ancestors and ancestors? He Wenjin, although you are dead, you are not to blame! He Wenchang fainted again after shouting loudly.

The entire He family is in chaos again, and for a big family, this kind of thing is tantamount to tearing off one's face and stepping on the ground, and the He family, who boasts of poetry and books, loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness, has such a number one person as He Wenjin, so that the He family's accumulated reputation is of course impossible.

I thought about blocking this news for a while, but how could Lin Yuan follow He Wenchang's wishes. Only a day after the incident happened on He Wenjin's side, Lin Yuan sent the relevant news to Nanyang and asked Wang Ming to publish it in the new issue of the weekly newspaper.

The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who were already short of talking points, and the weekly newspaper that suddenly appeared in Nanyang City during this time can be said to be a new pastime. Early in the morning, many people sat around reading the weekly newspaper and discussing its contents.

Huang Xiucai is the most literate in this place, and after Huang Xiucai, who was keen on scientific research in his early years, failed to make the list many times, he also felt that he was old and had no hope, so he set up a stall in Nanyang Chengdong City to write for people to earn some scattered silver. During this time, there was also a new profession, which was to read weekly newspapers for the illiterate.

As soon as he opened the weekly newspaper and cleared his throat, Huang Xiucai picked up the shelf and was about to speak, his eyes just fell on the title, his expression changed, his throat seemed to be stuck, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Huang Xiucai, what do you want?" Someone below opened his mouth to remind Huang Xiucai that he was about to general, but when he saw Huang Xiucai's expression, he always felt that something was not right.

Someone couldn't wait to walk over, and looked at the weekly newspaper in Huang Xiucai's hand with some confusion, and he knew a few words, scratched his head and looked at the few big words on the home page and read it: "What is explosive, what is clear." What's all written here? Huang Xiucai read quickly. ”

Huang Xiucai stabilized his mind and coughed a few times before he began to say: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm a little distracted, it's really too unbelievable, I'll read it to you." ”

"A few days ago, the Fusi of the capital town pulled out the spies planted in the capital by the Golden Horde in one fell swoop, and after the interrogation, it was found that he was involved with the ministers of the DPRK and China, do you guess it has something to do with drinking water?"

"How do we guess this? Come on, don't waste time. Someone said.

"Uninteresting." Huang Xiucai shook his head, stretched out his hand and pointed to the west and said, "It's the younger brother of our Yuzhou Xuezheng He Wenchang He." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked. Who doesn't know He Wenchang, as a scholar in Yuzhou, he has always been the most powerful one in Yuzhou, but all this is inferior to He Wenchang's younger brother He Wenjin, the official to the left servant of the military department, that is a real powerful Beijing official, and it is even more powerful than He Wenchang's academic regime.

"Could it be that something happened to He Shilang?" Someone wondered.

Huang Xiucai nodded and said: "It's this He Shilang, as the saying goes, it is good to seek his position in his position, but our He Shilang does the opposite and seeks his own interests in his position." In four years, he sold the secrets of our military department to the Golden Horde several times, and obtained a large amount of ill-gotten gains. A few days ago, it was all over the place. ”

"Good boy, so fast?" Everyone smacked their tongues, it was only a few days, and they were cut down as soon as they were arrested.

"If you want me to say, it's cheap for this grandson, our soldiers are killing the enemy on the front line, and it doesn't matter if you don't help behind this, you can really do it by stabbing the knife in secret." Someone was indignant.

"Then has our Lord He from Nanyang been affected in any way?"

"It's definitely okay, this person has been cut and I haven't seen anything happen to Nanyang, eighty percent of them have been saved." Someone analyzed.

At this time, Huang Xiucai glanced at the weekly newspaper in his hand and said: "This is just He Wenjin's doing, He Wenchang doesn't know, and there are still a lot of things to praise our Lord He, saying that he is the party in charge and does his best for the national election." As he spoke, Huang Xiucai felt that something was wrong, why did he scold He Wenjin there in the first half, and then praise He Wenchang there as if he didn't want to die.

At the same time, in He Fu, He Wenchang, whose face was not very good-looking, sat on the recliner with a painful face, the past two days have almost killed him, He Wenjin's family was beheaded everywhere without warning, although it is far away in the capital, the two families are not often in contact on the surface, mainly to avoid suspicion.

But this terrible matter, outsiders don't care if you have a connection, even if He Wenjin is not involved in this matter at all, who will believe it.

"Sir." The butler stood at the door, his expression a little tangled. Raising his head with difficulty, He Wenchang frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and walked in, handing the weekly report to He Wenchang: "Master, take a look at this thing, there is something in it that feels like you have to get an idea." ”

Twisting his eyebrows and taking the weekly newspaper in the butler's hand, he has never read this booklet, but it is quite popular in Nanyang City, there are many circulars in the market, and it is now a way for the people to have a pastime, but what do you say?

Flipping it open and taking a look, He Wenchang frowned when he saw the title, what does it mean that a century-old reputation is ruined? Suppressing the anger in his heart, He Wenchang continued to look at it, He Wenjin's part is nothing, scolding is due, but what is the back part?

Holding the weekly newspaper with a trembling hand, he is still trying to find a way to break away from the relationship with the capital, and now there is nothing left that has been ruined by this week's report. You can scold He Wenjin, just forget it, what do you mean by praising me? Do you think I'm not conspicuous enough in this matter? It's worse than sticking a knife in yourself.

The huge He family has a scum from He Wenjin, and the entire He family will be ruined? No, the weekly newspaper tells you that the He family still has an existence comparable to a saint, He Wenchang, a scholar and politician in Yuzhou, has worked tirelessly to select materials for the country, and how many talents have been recommended to the imperial court over the years, all of whom have talents who have passed through the heavens and the earth.

But who dares to ask for this head? Co-authored others are busy in vain, the entire Yuzhou talent is cultivated by you He Wenchang, and we all eat dry rice? He Wenchang can already foresee that he has made countless enemies in the Yuzhou literary circle.

Since ancient times, there has been no first, and there is no second. He Wenchang himself doesn't dare to say that he is the number one in the literary world in Yuzhou even if he is talented, not to mention a few literary bigwigs, there is also an ancestor of the Xue family at the top, how many lives do he have enough to play like this in the weekly newspaper?

"Master, there has been a rumor in Nanyang City right now that it was you who killed your relatives and personally reported the second master, which maintained the reputation of the He family, and the wind direction is getting more and more wrong, this booklet was sent by the Xue family this morning."

"The Xue family sent it?" He Wenchang was taken aback, the last thing he wanted to happen still happened, did the Xue family still believe that this thing was written?

Knowing that He Wenchang didn't believe this, the housekeeper still explained: "Master, the current weekly newspaper is not only issued in Nanyang, but also in the whole of Yuzhou, and even many businessmen from other provinces bring it to other provinces to sell, and the sales are not bad.

The housekeeper didn't continue, the meaning had been expressed very clearly, the Xue family was concerned because the news had not only spread in Nanyang, but had spread beyond Yuzhou. Now He Wenchang's reputation can almost compete with the Xue family temporarily.

He Wenchang only felt that the world was spinning and fainted again, and the housekeeper was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Come on!" The old man was dizzy again. For a while, He Fu jumped again.

In the capital, Lin Yuan can be said to be a god and Buddha to avoid these days, although He Wenjin said that he died by himself, but if he did not provoke the Duke of Yasukuni, he was afraid that he would be prosperous for a while, but look at the empty He Mansion, many officials in the capital are now frightened. I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing in front of Lin Yuan, I will become a chicken dog in my house. The notoriety is chasing the unrelenting Yanguo Mansion.

There was nothing to do on this day, because he was about to leave for Yuzhou recently, so Lin Yuan planned to take a look at the situation again, knocked lightly on the wooden door, Yao Lian poked his head out and took a look, his expression was stunned at first.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan smiled and said, "What? Lord Yao doesn't dare to let me, the plague god, enter the mansion? ”

"Yasukuni said with a smile, please come in quickly." Yao Lian just didn't expect Lin Yuan to come back to find him, poured the tea and handed it to Lin Yuan, and Yao Lian sat down.

"Strange to say, it's always easy to come to you." Lin Yuan said with a smile.

"Yasukuni is a busy man, I'm here just because I'm not busy every day, if I'm here every day, can you tell me that it's still quiet here?" Yao Lian smiled.