Zhang Jing'an hurriedly turned around and rolled to dodge, but the sole of the man's shoe rubbed his scalp and kicked it, and there was a slight pain in his scalp.

"Okay, forget it, after all, he is the eldest son of the Fenghou family. Then some of the young men came forward and grabbed the man.

"What kind of feudal family is he, he's a beast of the reverse breed!" the man breathed back.

Zhang Jing'an sat on the ground, wanting to yell back like he did to his father, and wanted to ask why the other party hit someone, but reason told him that he shouldn't say anything.

However, Zhang Jing'an remembered this person, Ming Guogong's nephew, Gu Hong.

A young man dressed in a scholar's uniform slowly walked up to Zhang Jing'an, looked down at Zhang Jing'an condescendingly, and said indifferently: "We don't know what you want to do, let alone what tricks your rebellious father is playing, but you have to remember that half of the medical halls and medicine halls in the entire Chu Kingdom are under our control." Don't talk about you, even if all the generals of the Pearl River Army are in front of us, we can only bow our heads!"

When Zhang Jing'an saw this Jinshi, he instinctively lowered his head and did not dare to resist in the slightest, because this person's grandfather once served as the prime minister of Chu, although he had become a minister, but his protégés were all over the court and the opposition.

Yue Ming, although this person is not the grandson of the Yue family, but he is the favorite grandson of the old man Yue, and his appearance here shows that things are extraordinary.

Zhang Jingan realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

"Your so-called "Pure Medical Order", there is no less, it's all here!" Yue Ming finished speaking, and threw a stack of papers in his hand on Zhang Jing'an's face.

Syllable......

The paper flew up, and the white and black words were particularly dazzling in the midday sun.

Zhang Jing'an raised his head and stared at Yue Ming's face, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, and the anger in his heart was almost overwhelmed. However, he pressed it all his life.

"Remember, it's not us who are wrong in this matter, it's not all the medical halls and pharmacies that are wrong, it's not the court and the princes who are wrong, it's not the law that's wrong. It's just that one medical center that's wrong, it's just that one Jianghu Langzhong, or many Jianghu Langzhong! Go back and write a new notice! If you dare to do this again, don't be the pavilion chief!"

After Yue Ming finished speaking, he turned around and left, and the rest of the people left.

Zhang Jing'an's face was flushed, ashamed and angry, his mind was buzzing, as if it might explode at any time, and the sound of those people's discussions kept coming from his ears.

"I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick. Is it easy for us to make some money? Being pointed at by those civilians, we are already holding our stomachs, and they dare to look for our moldy heads, and we don't know whether we are alive or dead!"

"I hope he's a tough guy and insists on not bowing his head, so we don't have to keep our hands!"

"Compared with the previous Zhujiang Marquis, this generation of Zhujiang Marquis and this son are simply a pair of wretched. The medical hall and pharmacy hall of the Chu State, can you small families intervene?"

"Those doctors, even half doctors, are just our money-making agencies. How dare a small pavilion chief be so presumptuous!"

"The Zhang family is really getting more and more unsuccessful......"

Zhang Jing'an's body trembled, because the person who said that the Zhang family was not a member of the family was no one else. It was Gou Han of the Gou family, who did not come in, but was making waves in secret.

"Bastard!" Zhang Jing'an slowly got up.

When those people were gone, Zhang Jing'an bent down and picked up the "Pure Medical Order" one by one.

The other five people in the capital pavilion all stood in the distance, looking at Zhang Jing'an with pity and even schadenfreude.

Old man Gao walked over slowly. Help Zhang Jing'an pick up the "Pure Medical Order" one by one, and then enter the house with Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an lit all the "Pure Medical Orders" and sat on a chair, tilting his head and looking at the roof. The eyes are hollow, as if blocked by a shadow that covers the sky and the earth, and loses their proper color.

Old man Gao stood at the door, took out a dry cigarette and smoked it.

After a while, the light in Zhang Jing'an's eyes changed, his face changed with it, and occasionally even distorted, and his heart seemed to be engaged in an extremely fierce struggle.

After a long time, Zhang Jing'an asked in a low voice: "Uncle Gao, how should I redeem it now?" I want to continue to be the pavilion chief. ”

"Since the fault is not them, not in other medical halls and pharmacies, then naturally the fault is in the Jianghu Langzhong, you strictly investigated the Jianghu Langzhong on Wude Street, so that the people of Chu State hated those Jianghu Langzhong, and no one blamed them for these people behind the scenes, and this matter will naturally pass. ”

"But ......"

"Are these charlatans like Lidu wrong?"

"Wrong. ”

"So what are you waiting for? Old man Gao exhaled white smoke from his mouth.

"What about the real murderers behind the scenes?" Zhang Jing'an said.

Old man Gao didn't seem to hear it, and turned to leave.

A day later, notices were posted in many places on Wude Street, strictly inspecting all Jianghu Langzhong, and advising the residents of Wude Street not to trust Jianghu Langzhong, but to trust the regular medical centers and pharmacies.

The day after the notice was posted, the Qiao Governor's Mansion issued an official document to commend Zhang Jing'an, and let all the pavilion chiefs and lieutenant chiefs in Jingzhou Mansion learn Zhang Jing'an's spirit of asking for the people's life.

Zhang Jing'an finally got the result he wanted before, and finally beat his father who was named the Marquis of Zhujiang once, but he found that he couldn't be happy.

Thanks to the praise of Governor Qiao, except for the old man Gao, who was still not salty, the attitude of the other five people in the pavilion improved significantly, and they took the initiative to approach, Zhang Jing'an found that what he thought was difficult before, it is easy to do now.

However, Zhang Jing'an found that he was beginning to ostracize them.

Time passed day by day, Zhang Jingan kept persuading himself, but he couldn't convince himself after all.

Zhang Jing'an has an extra habit, often sitting alone in a daze, and he doesn't look like an eleven-year-old child anymore.

On the third day of November, light snow.

In the cold wind, Zhang Jing'an slowly walked towards the street pavilion on Jiangjin Street.

Zhang Jing'an successfully entered the Jiangjin Pavilion and saw his father who was leisurely drinking tea, and the room was filled with the strange fragrance of tea.

"Jing'an is here, sit down, you are blessed. Fang Yun said, aiming at the teapot a little, and the teapot flew up out of thin air, pouring light red tea into an empty cup.

Zhang Jing'an has no interest in tea, but since he smelled the fragrance of tea, he actually spoke with relish and wanted to taste it.

Zhang Jing'an picked up the teacup and tried to taste a small sip, the tea mouth, it rolled and rolled in the mouth, and it calmed down until it entered the stomach, and then the comfortable warmth spread throughout the body.

"This should be the legendary spiritual tea, right?" asked Zhang Jing'an.

"Yes, I got it from the Gou family's secret room, you don't want to spread it. Fang Yundao. Although there is spiritual tea in the secret room of the Gou family, the quality is average, this is the spiritual tea of the ancient land of Xuemang.

Fang Yun stopped talking, silently sipping tea, silently reading in the world of strange books.

Zhang Jing'an just drank tea at first, but after a while, he made many small movements.

It wasn't until night fell, and the light snow outside the window turned into heavy snow, and Zhang Jing'an finally spoke.

"I ...... I...... I don't want to be a pavilion chief anymore. Zhang Jing'an lowered his head after speaking, and a look of shame appeared on his face. (To be continued.) )