Zhang Yuchen's son is named Zhang Chen, and he is only sixteen years old now. Such a small boy can get out of the search and arrest of many Jinlinwei and local officials, and it is obviously impossible to rely on himself.

He Qingxiao went to interrogate Zhang Yuchen again, but did not interrogate a new accomplice.

Zhang Yuchen, who had been tortured, was dying, and said angrily: "It's really gone, let me go." ”

Jin Linwei, who was in charge of the torture, looked at He Qingxiao.

He Qingxiao didn't let his subordinates continue.

In such a shocking case that the government and the opposition are concerned about, there must be a degree of torture and interrogation, and if the prisoner dies under torture, he will be in trouble.

The search for Zhang Chen, the son of Zhang Yuchen, will not stop, and the interrogation of the officials arrested and imprisoned in the capital will not stop.

The case involved a wide range of issues, and it was not a matter of a few days before the case was concluded. Xin Yu followed the progress of the case and did not delay what he had to do.

The notice of the sixth volume of "Journey to the West" was posted on the wall outside the Green Pine Bookstore.

Soon, the front of the notice was filled with people on the inside and outside of the three floors.

"When will it go on sale?" The person who didn't squeeze in asked anxiously.

After reading the notice, the people shifted their attention: "What does this mean, Mr. Songling wants to recruit forty-nine disciples......"

"What? Mr. Songling wants to accept apprentices? Storyteller experience is preferred? ”

"Shhh If you learn Mr. Songling's skills and write books such as "Painted Skin" and "Journey to the West", wouldn't you be famous all over the world and gain fame and fortune? ”

These words immediately attracted a lot of laughter and scolding.

"What are you thinking? Can Mr. Songling's disciples write "Journey to the West"? Will the students of the champion be able to get the top prize? ”

"Champion Lang has no time to accept students, and Champion Lang has gone to be an official."

"Wait, have you forgotten that Mr. Songling is actually Miss Xin!"

Someone clarified: "Mr. Songling is not Miss Xin, it was Miss Xin who wrote the story of Mr. Songling-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "There is no need to be so serious. Without Miss Xin, can we see the story of Mr. Songling? ”

"It's also oh, maybe it was polished by Miss Xin, and the story is so attractive. In this case, following Miss Xin to learn to write a story, maybe you can really be out of the blue! ”

"Ahem, have you forgotten Miss Xin's identity?"

With such a reminder, many people were even more excited.

Miss Xin is a golden branch and jade leaf!

Although she has not canonized the princess, looking at the capital, even a three-year-old child knows the true identity of Miss Xin.

Whether you can become a talent by learning to write stories with Miss Xin is another matter, just the opportunity to get to know Miss Xin is also rare!

For a time, there were countless applicants, and the people at Qingsong Bookstore were so busy that people were on their backs.

A few days later, Xin Yu came to Qingsong Bookstore and asked Liu Zhou about the situation.

Shopkeeper Hu is old and has limited energy, so Xin Yu handed over this task to Liu Zhou to be fully responsible.

Seeing Liu Zhou with big dark circles and blank eyes, Xin Yu's expression was a little subtle.

When he took over the task, the young man was full of energy and enthusiasm.

"Owner, this is a list of qualified people who have been screened." Liu Zhou handed over a roster.

Xin Yu didn't rush to look at the roster, and comforted: "It's been hard these days." ”

Liu Zhou had tears in his eyes: "It's not hard-"

That's weird!

He wants to vomit when he sees people's faces these days!

"Are these eligible?" Flipping through the roster, the number of people far exceeded forty-nine, and Xin Yu was a little surprised.

But that's fine, the next step is for her to contact herself. With so many candidates, it is possible to pick the most suitable batch.

If the release of the new "Journey to the West" by Qingsong Bookstore is a major event in the eyes of the bookmakers, then Xinyu's recruitment of students has attracted attention from all sides, especially the hundred officials and nobles.

Many governments have sorted out the exam questions written down by applicants, and they are becoming more and more confused.

"What's that guy going to do?"

"Who knows, these questions are weird. Look at this, you actually ask if you want to go to other places. ”

"The action is too fast, and I have recruited enough people in just a few days, otherwise I can send one of my own people to explore the truth and ......"

……

Some are pure curiosity, while others are worried.

There was no way, as the edict was gradually filled, they found that this Xin girl was very troublesome.

This trouble is not the kind of thing that my juniors go to the street to recruit cats and dogs, but coldly make a big deal and send a wave to the edict.

In this way, you have to pay attention to Miss Xin's movements, and find out the truth in order to feel at ease.

But I didn't expect to get more and more confused.

Why did Miss Xin suddenly accept so many students? Isn't it possible to let these students write more stories and make more money in the future?

"It's not that simple!" Some people made a decisive judgment.

At the end of October, a group of people led by Zhang Shoufu were sentenced.

The whole Zhang family, regardless of age, all men are killed, and all the female dependents are not allowed to redeem themselves if they are not admitted to the sect. As for Zhang Yuchen, he was given extra "care" and sentenced to Ling Chi.

Those who confess to the uncles and nephews of the head of the chapter will be punished as guilty after the interrogation, and those who have not completed the trial or still have doubts will be put into the second batch for processing.

The place of execution is still in the West Market.

On the day of the execution, the West Market was crowded with people, all of whom came to see the excitement. Many small traders and vendors came to hear the news and started various businesses.

The people's lively nature will never be suppressed by blood, and they will even be more excited.

This time, Xin Yu did not go to watch the punishment.

She stood on the side of the road that had to be passed from the prison to the place where the execution was carried out, watching the prisoner cars pass by.

She saw Zhang Shoufu with his head down and his face covered by his loose hair, Zhang Yuchen with a face like dirt and numb eyes, and Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu's kind of gentleman doesn't have much interrogation value, and He Qingxiao, the head of the Beizhen Fu Division, doesn't have a hobby of torturing people, so he didn't suffer any crimes in the Imperial Prison, and he was young, so he seemed to be in the best state at this time.

It may also be that he didn't appreciate the real cruelty in the edict prison, he still has the anger in his eyes that Zhang Shoufu and those people don't have, and even on the way to the execution ground now, he still feels unreal and doesn't believe that he will die.

Xin Yu silently watched the prisoner car pulling Zhang Xu over, and there was no such thing as the other party fatally discovering her existence and then scolding.

This young man, who appeared for the first time in Qingsong Bookstore with a domineering attitude, has not had time to learn to be a man, and he has come to the end of his life under the watchful eye of the public.

Like Dai Ze at that time, Xin Yu couldn't talk about happiness and joy about Zhang Xu's ending, but he didn't sympathize with him either.

He paid the price for his father's choice, and she was a direct victim of his father's choice.

Sympathy for this emotion is superfluous for her.

Xin Yu turned and walked towards the young man standing under the tree.

He Qingxiao did not wear a vermilion official uniform today, but wore a cyan robe, which was as elegant and outstanding as a green lotus ink lotus.

The indescribable depression in Xin Yu's heart quietly dissipated, and the corners of her lips were raised at him.