The principal knelt on the ground, his face was red and white, and when he heard the word Ye family, he remembered the true identity of the person in front of him, and the trace of memory that had been hidden for many years slowly rose, making him ashamed, ashamed, angry and afraid. The feeling of shame is easier to understand, after all, he was just a little flower begging on the side of the road back then, and he was able to mix to this point now, all because of the Ye family, and how did Miss Ye educate herself back then?

As for the anger and fear, it came from his natural reaction, a sense of shame and anger after being stripped naked, and thinking that Lord Qincha was a descendant of the Ye family, he was afraid that what he knew in his head, the other party must also know, so how could he use those things to threaten the other party?

"The court treats you well. Fan Xian looked at him and said word by word: "Not to mention the three of you principals, you are ordinary treasurers, and there are even more than the three officials in Kyoto every year, what are you not satisfied with!"

A chill flashed in his eyes: "Do you think that all the production of the inner treasury depends on your heads, and this 20 million taels of silver every year flashed your eyes, making you feel resentful, and you feel that you should earn more?"

This said to the bottom of the hearts of the treasurers, the inner treasury is extremely rich in a year, sold to all countries in the world, bringing huge profits to Qingguo, although the treatment of the treasurers is extremely high, but compared with the huge amount of silver, their hearts are still a little uncomfortable, always feel that these people earn silver for the court, should share more, this is why there is private corruption, oppression of the people.

At this time, when they heard Lord Qincha say this, although the treasurers did not dare to speak back, this was the meaning in their eyes.

Fan Xian sneered, ruthlessly tore off their painting skin, and said lightly: "But the problem is ...... Is what you rely on really what you have in your head?"

There was silence in the room, and everyone, including the officials, recognized this fact, until Fan Xian said: "Don't forget it, what do you know before the Ye family appeared? The technology you mastered in your head fell from the world? It was taught by the temple?"

Fan Xian scolded: "I remember everything clearly! This is what the Ye family taught you! Without the Ye family's young lady back then, you are just some waste, continue to plow the fields and beg! What did the Ye family build these big workshops for back then, I think you all forgot that you were in front of the official, and you still want to use the things that the Ye family taught you to threaten the official, do you want to be ashamed?"

The officials behind him looked at each other, although the imperial court had long stopped investigating the affairs of the Ye family, and Lord Xiao Fan's life experience was gradually known to the world, but the Ye family said so openly and honestly, it was ...... Some of them are taboo.

Fan Xian couldn't care so much at this time, on the one hand, he was angry, and on the other hand, he wanted to take this opportunity to correct his name. In this world, no matter what you do, you pay attention to the right name, the so-called teacher is famous, and Fan Xian scolded the treasurer today, beheaded people, regardless of the level of interests, he has already taken the banner on the moral level. With the craftsmanship of the Ye family, to coerce the descendants of the Ye family, isn't this ungrateful?

The director of Yifang finally softened, knelt on the ground and cried: "My lord, the little one knows that he is wrong, please give the little one a chance, and let the little one use the skills he learned back then to contribute to the court." ”

Although the principal cried in pain, the sharp-eyed Fan Xian didn't notice any tears on his face, but the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, and he couldn't help sneering, knowing that the other party still thought that he would not continue to kill, and thought that the things in his head were still useful.

Fan Xian clapped his hands lightly, and when the applause was about to fall, four and a half hundred old people were guarded into the workshop by the officials of the Supervision Yuan.

The officials of the Supervision Yuan set up four chairs, and Fan Xian got up, expressionless but deliberately respectfully invited the four shopkeepers to sit down.

The officials and the treasurers and workers were all confused, thinking to themselves who these old fellows who seemed to be blown down by the wind, and how could they be qualified to sit side by side with Lord Qincha? Although the deputy envoy Ma Kai did not say anything, he was also muttering in his heart, thinking that the officials were all standing behind the Qincha, and these civilians were so bold.

Fan Xian's fingers slid over the lotus clothes on his body, dipped in some cold rainwater, smeared it on his eyebrows, rubbed it slowly, and asked, "Do you still recognize who these four are?"

Nearly 20 years have passed since the collapse of the Ye family, and the workers in the inner treasury are no longer the same group as they were back then, and even those treasurers have not seen the twenty-three big shopkeepers of the Ye family who were high up in the past, so they did not recognize who these four people were.

It was the head of the B Fang who was kneeling on the ground, with a hesitant gaze that slowly swept over the faces of the four people, and then lowered his head and thought for a long time, and suddenly seemed to think of something, but his legs were weak, and he was kneeling, and suddenly sat down in the muddy water!

I haven't seen him for twenty years, and it took him a long time to remember who was sitting in front of him - the old shopkeeper of the Ye family!

The body of the head of the second workshop trembled, and he knew at this time why Fan Xian was so fearless, why he forced himself to rebel, why he didn't care about what his people had in mind—it turned out that he had brought the old treasurers who were under house arrest in Kyoto to the inner library!

Who are the old shopkeepers? They were the first batch of students of Miss Ye Jia, and they were also the masters of all the later masters of the Ye family, and they are also the grandfathers of these inner treasurers today! With such a group of old guys by his side, of course Lord Qincha does not care about the problem of the loss of craftsmanship, let alone worry about the quality of the inner treasury, to be honest, this inner library was built by these old shopkeepers back then, how can there be no way to take care of it?

Thinking of this, the principal was full of despair, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, he grinned, struggled to climb on the ground to Fan Xian, and cried and said, "Master, your old man is pleading for his apprentice!"

Everyone was stunned, Fan Xian was also slightly stunned, of course he knew that this person was not pleading with him, and looked at the eyes of the principal, and found that what he was looking at was Qiye, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask curiously: "Qiye, was it your apprentice back then?"

Qiye had a calm face, staring at the face of the principal, and said in a hoarse voice, "Learn from me for a few days." ”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, understanding Qiye's feelings, after the collapse of the Ye family, the twenty-three old shopkeepers were captured by the imperial court from everywhere and placed under house arrest in Kyoto, and some of their disciples resisted and died, and some survived, of course, this is all people's own choice when the catastrophe is coming, and no one blames them. But a person like the head of Yifang who climbed to a high position, the table of the year must have been very bad.

Hearing the head of Fang B shouting the word master, the head of Fang B, who had been silent beside him, was struck by lightning, and the whole person froze to the side, looking at the four old men sitting next to Qincha, he couldn't believe his ears at all.

And the rest of the Ye family among the treasurers confirmed the identities of these four people, and in addition to being shocked, some people who still had old thoughts stood up one after another, and knelt in front of the four old shopkeepers in surprise, joy and fear.

"Fourth master. ”

"Uncle Twelve, I'm a pillar. ”

"I've seen the old shopkeeper, I was a guy who worked as a chorre in the Chuzhou branch. ”

Although most of the treasurers have nothing to do with these four old treasurers, the Neku Confession Conference is already lively.

Fan Xian's face sank, and he said coldly: "Come back to recognize your relatives later." Although his expression was displeased, his heart was settled, with the thirteen deputy directors of Neijiān, these old shopkeepers Yu Wei was still there, and his transformation plan for Neiku should go on more smoothly.

Twenty years later, the atmosphere in the workshop suddenly became a little sad, and this sadness just diluted the previous tension, but the officials of the transfer department were a little uncomfortable, and some of the characters in Xinyang secretly sneered, if this scene in front of him reached Kyoto, His Majesty was afraid that Fan Tisi would have some opinions.

The head of Yifang knelt on the ground with his head down, and felt a little comforted in his heart, thinking that looking at this appearance, at most he would be punished, and he would desperately admit his mistake for a while.

He squinted and glanced at the corpse of Master Xiao at the entrance of the furnace in the distance, and was terrified in his heart, fortunately Xiao Jing came out first, and he was a little sympathetic to that guy, thinking that the person who had nothing to do with the old Ye family really died under the hands of Lord Qincha.

To everyone's surprise, after Fan Xian reprimanded those treasurers, a shallow smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Pull this person down and behead him." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The owner of Fang B raised his head and looked around with confused eyes, not thinking for a moment who else was going to be killed?

It wasn't until he was dragged up by the officials of the Supervision Yuan that he knew that Qin Cha was going to kill himself! I wanted to open my mouth to cry out for injustice, but I was blocked by a cloud of dirt!

Watching the officials of the Supervision Yuan drag the limp chief out of the workshop, looking at the water stain on the ground, whether it was an official or a citizen, a shopkeeper or a treasurer, all of them fell silent, and looked at the Lord Qincha sitting in the middle.

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly as if he couldn't feel these countless gazes at all.

Outside the workshop, there was a muffled sound of an iron tool slashing against the neck of the flesh, and a muffled grunt.

There was an uproar in the workshop, and immediately fell into a deathly silence, knowing that the owner of the second workshop died so simply.

............ There was no silence for long, and the head of the C workshop, who was tied with his hands behind his back, smiled self-deprecatingly, his face was pale with despair, and he walked in front of Fan Xian very consciously.

He thought to himself that he was no longer lucky, since Lord Qincha was using the name of the suppressor cháo, he would naturally not be stupid enough to open a court trial, and he did not need any evidence at all, so he had to kill his three people on the spot, so that the four old treasurers who were in charge of the inner library - the two of the three major workshops were dead, and he was naturally the third.

Fan Xian glanced at him and frowned slightly.

The head of the C Fang looked at him, gritted his teeth for a long time, and then suddenly said: "I have my own way to die, and I don't complain about the adults digging this pit for me to jump, but before I die, I ask the adults to allow me to ask about something." ”

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Ask." ”

The head of Bingfang no longer looked at him, tilted his head, looked at the twelve shopkeepers of the Ye family beside him, his lips trembled for a long time, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Twelfth uncle, my master...... His old man is good in Beijing, and his apprentice is not filial, and he has not been filial in these years. ”

"Are you?" asked Twelve Leaves, blinking his somewhat cloudy eyes, looking at the principal suspiciously.

Qiye sighed and said on the side: "Thirteen's eldest apprentice, you had the best relationship with Twelve back then, so he came to ask you." ”

Twelve Leaves was shocked and said: "Hu Jinlin, are you still alive, I thought you were dead back then." The old shopkeeper suddenly thought that there were court officials around him, and there was something wrong with what he said, so he quickly stopped talking.

Hu Jinlin's face was full of shame, bowed his head and refused to speak.

Twelve leaves sighed: "Miss said back then, it's better to be alive than dead, we old bones are struggling to survive, how can we blame you...... It's just that you ask thirteen...... Alas. The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I have been there a few years ago, and there are twenty-three people in Beijing, and now there are fifteen left." ”

When Hu Jinlin heard that his teacher had gone, he completely forgot that he was about to die, and his face was full of sadness. Fan Xian listened quietly on the side, and there was also a strange feeling in his heart, the old man of the Ye family was gradually beaten away by the wind and rain, when he first entered Kyoto, there were twenty-three shopkeepers and seventeen people, and in less than two years, two more died.

He looked at the piles of goods around this workshop, and suddenly became a little distracted, thinking that time flowed like water, when would he be able to re-establish the name of the Ye family, when would he be able to let the damned people die, and let the deserving people live again in the hearts of the people of Qingguo?

It was only a short time before he came to his senses, looked at the head of the C Fang in front of him, and said mockingly: "Although I don't know if you are acting, or if you really still have an old relationship, but I didn't plan to kill you, so don't think that you can survive because of my soft heart." ”

"Huh?" Hu Jinlin, who thought he was going to die, didn't have the slightest idea of luck after the tragic death of the two main partners, and when he suddenly heard this, he was shocked and didn't know how to speak.

Fan Xian said expressionlessly: "The guilty are beheaded, the less guilty are redeemed, and the official is not here to settle the old grievances." ”