Only a day has passed since the autumn of the Liang Dynasty, but the lawsuit of the dead man in the tribute courtyard has spread all over the streets and alleys.

It is said that there was a poor Confucian student, who lost his father at an early age, and his mother depended on each other for his life. This son never forgot it, and he wrote it, he was originally a champion seedling, but he still failed to pass the exam for more than ten years. Until his mother died, this son didn't know where to get the news, it turned out that Shengjing's tribute for many years had been colluded by the examiners of the Ministry of Rites and the rich and noble, delaying the fame that originally belonged to him!

The poor Confucian was sad and angry, took poison and killed himself in the house, and before he died, he made a disturbance to alarm the upper authorities to investigate thoroughly, and outsiders learned of the lawsuit.

And this Confucian life is over, and he will not be able to live in peace after death. The officials of the trial court went to the Confucian student's house to search, and when they met the neighbors who came to help deal with the aftermath, the two sides showed up and fought. In the same year in the examination room, I saw the case of the last Cifu of this Confucian student, and I don't know who wrote this case on paper, and it was scattered everywhere on the streets-

"Sadly, Confucianism is tireless. Reading eyes want to be a case, and the pen is ...... One above ten, fame is often delayed. Even if there are eunuchs, the temples have become silk......"

"Pity the young and strong, when you are poor. The husband is old and sick, so he uses wealth as a ...... Heavy Zhumen house, there is a milky smell. Looks like a woman, bright sorghum muscles ......"

"I don't hold a scroll in my hand, and I don't put my clothes on my body. Twenty knights, the door is honored and the family is ...... The sun rises in spring, serves Yu He light fat, drinks from Bo, and has a period of advocating the building at dusk......"

"Comment on the seal to repay the wine debt, pile up gold and choose moth eyebrows. Except for the dogs, the rest are ignorant...... Mountain seedlings and pine streams, the terrain follows the high and low. In ancient times, there was no choice, and the king was sad and sad......"

Mountain seedlings and pine streams, the terrain is high and low!

This word Fu went up to the Hanlin Academy overnight, down to the Rouge Hutong has been spread, and in the Hualou Tea Shop on both sides of the Luoyue Bridge, this matter and the word Fu are made into a drama and sung everywhere.

The officials of the Criminal Court want to take people, but the law is not to blame the public, everyone is preaching, everyone is saying, everyone can't be arrested in Shengjing - the prison cell of the Criminal Prison Department is not enough to live.

This word was also sung in the palace.

The anger of the scholar is inconspicuous, but when it comes together, it is like a raging fire, which is difficult to extinguish. The scholars from the poor families of the various academies gathered together to stop the sedan chair of the imperial history on the street, and the excerpts of the imperial history flew to the emperor's desk like snowflakes.

The Son of Heaven had already heard of the fraud in the imperial examination, but now that Gong Ju had made such a big scandal, he felt that he was deceived and teased by the courtiers with a dull face, and he was very angry, and ordered the whole and bottom to investigate the matter thoroughly.

In Fan's mansion, there was a lot of commotion everywhere, the servant and the little maid were crying, Zhao grabbed Fan Zhenglian's arm tightly, and said in a panic: "Master, what's going on?" ”

The people who confiscated have arrived at the gate of the house, King Ning personally handed over the order, and there are still guests in the house of Fan Zhenglian's house feasting and drinking.

The messenger blocked the front and rear doors, and a day ago, Fan Zhenglian also ordered his subordinates to rummage through Wu Xiucai's house at Miaokou in an attempt to suppress the matter, but in just a short time, the position has been adjusted.

His heart trembled, and he went to the side of King Ning, who was doing things, and begged in a low voice: "Lord Wang, Lord Wang, Your Majesty is this."

At present, it is not to the point of raiding the house, and things are still turning around. King Ning is used to being a good man, and when he heard this, he just gently comforted: "Lord Fan doesn't need to be anxious, Your Majesty only asked Xiao Wang to check the family assets in the adult's mansion." While instructing the people around him to check the accounts, he said to Fan Zhenglian: "It's just that adults also have to go with Xiao Wang to be punished by the prison department, don't worry, just ask, you have always been honest, and when you are questioned clearly, you will definitely be innocent." ”

"Oh, by the way," King Ning remembered again, "the waiter of the Ministry of Rites has been convicted and is being imprisoned. You are also temporarily restrained, so don't worry. ”

His voice was gentle and his tone was smiling, but it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which made Fan Zhenglian unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites has confessed his guilt!

How can it be so fast?

He has been secretly colluding with the waiter of the Ministry of Rites for all these years, once the waiter of the Ministry of Rites enters, how can he be alone? Also, why is the Criminal Prison Division not the Trial Court, King Ning said that it was just a restraint, but the meaning of these words was clearly that his good days of being honest and honest were over!

He looked up and faintly saw a golden ladder in the void gradually shattering into a piece of powder, like a heavy coffin lid, slamming down on his head.

"Sir, sir—"

Zhao's frightened cries came from behind him.

Fan Zhenglian's eyes were white and he fainted.

……

After the candidates of the Shengjing Zigong Academy committed suicide by taking poison, new news came one after another.

First of all, it was found that the waiter of the Ministry of Rites secretly colluded with the family of the candidate of Qiuyu, and openly cheated on behalf of the exams in the Gongyuan, and the waiter of the Ministry of Rites was imprisoned. Later, even the famous "Fan Qingtian" in Sheng Jing was also brought out.

It is said that the detailed judge "Fan Qingtian" of the trial and punishment court is the person who colluded with the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and used the autumn tribute to collect wealth and enrich his own pockets.

Fan Zhenglian has a good reputation in Shengjing, and as soon as the news came out, most people refused to believe it.

In the medical hall, Du Changqing was moving the wooden plaque outside the door in. It was overcast and it was about to rain.

He said: "That Fan Qingtian is in charge of the prison, and his hands have been stretched out to the tribute courtyard, and his ability is not small." He asked Lu Tong again, "Didn't you go to his house to deliver medicine to his wife before?" Why didn't you see that he was such a brute? ”

Lu Tong said: "There is no honest name, and those who make a name are greedy." ”

Du Changqing rolled his eyes: "I don't understand." ”

He put the wooden plaque on the cabinet, looked at the felt curtain in his eyes, and approached Lu Tong: "By the way, what happened to you and Rong Rong?" ”

Lu Tong followed his gaze, and the felt curtain hung between the courtyard and the bunk. She pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Xia Rongrong always avoids Lu Tong these days.

Originally, when there were no patients in the hospital, Xia Rongrong would also do embroidery work in the shop, and talk to Lu Tong by the way. These days, when Lu Tong was sitting in the hall, Xia Rongrong's master and servant often ran outside, and when they came back, it was late, and they didn't talk to Lu Tong much.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was avoiding Lu Tong, and even Du Changqing noticed it.

"You two had a fight?" Du Changqing glanced at her suspiciously, "It's not right, your temperament is not like someone who can quarrel with others." ”

Yinzheng passed between the two of them, put Du Changqing aside, and said with a smile: "Don't inquire about the thoughts of your daughter's family, don't ask the shopkeeper, you don't understand." ”

Du Changqing said "heh", "I'm too lazy to ask." Beckoning Ah Cheng to go back, before leaving, he instructed Lu Tong: "It will rain most of the night, close the doors and windows, and be careful that the medicinal herbs get wet." ”

Lu Tong responded, and after Du Changqing left, he closed the door of the medical hall and returned to the hospital.

It was already the time to hold the lamp, and it was dark early in autumn, and the lights were on in Xia Rongrong's master and servant's room, and a little yellow fell on the stone slab floor in the courtyard through the window.

Lu Tong returned to his house.

Yinzheng was rummaging through the box for the clothes that Lu Tong was going to wear when he went out tonight, and the autumn in Shengjing came too early, and it seemed to be cold overnight. Before I could do the autumn clothes, I always felt that the old clothes in the cage were too thin.

Lu Tong stood in front of the small Buddha cupboard, looking at the white porcelain Guanyin statue, looking for incense.

In the darkness, the burning incense flickered like the eyes of a ghost in the grave, and she inserted the incense into the niche cage.

Yinzheng finally found a light-colored cloak, shook it at the lamp a few times, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and sighed: "It's going to rain again." ”

Lu Tong stared at the statue of Guanyin in front of him, and spoke softly, not knowing whether to say to himself or to others: "Isn't it good to rain?" Sycamore leaves on the three more rainy days....... I like rainy days the most. ”

Yinzheng was stunned for a moment, and Lu Tong had already turned around and picked up the cloak in her hand.

"Let's go."

……

The autumn rain was bleak at night.

The rain of Feifei Mountain weaves itself into a dense net between heaven and earth, sinking from top to bottom and enveloping the entire mountain.

At the foot of Wangchun Mountain, some people are wearing robes and walking one foot deep and one shallow foot on the muddy mountain road.

The cold wind blew on his face, stabbing like a knife, Liu Kun tightened his clothes, and his lips turned white from the cold air in the mountains.

He didn't know why it had come to this.

The whole family is still dreaming of "one door and two moves", but overnight, the days will be turned upside down.

In the last scene of the Autumn Festival, some students in the Gongyuan committed suicide by taking poison, which caused too much trouble and attracted the attention of the central government, and then it was involved in the scandal of the Ministry of Rites and the candidates colluding with the examiners. All the people involved were arrested and interrogated, even those in high positions.

Liu Kun couldn't figure it out, but he was just a poor scholar, how could he make such a big battle, and how could he pull so many people off the horse at the same time?

All the belongings of the whole family, 1,600 taels of silver, have been lost, and what is even more terrifying is that Liu Zixian and Liu Zide were also taken away by the servants.

The case brought out the radish and brought out the mud, and it was not enough to arrest Liu Zide for the substitute examination in the Gongyuan, and even Liu Zixian's autumn results in the early years were turned out, and I heard that the account books of the Ministry of Rites were turned out, and I don't know how many people were unlucky.

Liu Kun doesn't care about other unlucky families, he just wants to rescue his sons.

Liu Kun originally wanted to ask Fan Zhenglian from the trial court for help, after all, there was such a thing as a substitute exam, and Fan Zhenglian was the one who played a little bit in it, but who knew that the news came this afternoon that Fan Zhenglian was also taken away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, his wife Wang Chunzhi was anxious, worried about her two sons, and rushed to the government to plead for mercy, but was temporarily detained in the name of making trouble.

When the people who complimented them in the past saw this scene, they immediately changed their faces, and they couldn't wait to make a clear connection with them immediately. Liu Kun couldn't find anyone to help, and in this desperate situation, he received a letter.

I don't know who stuffed it into the gate of their house, it was stuck in the courtyard, he opened it and looked at it, and it was written simply, saying that there was a way to rescue his two sons, but he would come to the foot of Wangchun Mountain tonight, and the other party had something to hand over to him.

Liu Kun doesn't know who wrote this letter, and now it's too late for everyone to avoid his family, and his family has no other relatives in Shengjing. Liu Kun did not suspect that the Venerable Master had bad intentions, and now that his family was locked up, he was destitute and destitute, and there was nothing to be gained.

He only guessed that this letter might be Fan Zhenglian's backhand, how could Fan Zhenglian be such a big official, how could he be arrested, he must have prepared other ways to retreat early. You must know that between the two of them, there is also an obscure backer who has never really shown up - Taishifu.

Thinking of this, Liu Kun's face was slightly bloody.

It must be like this, he meditated in his mind several times, not knowing whether to convince others or to convince himself.

Thinking like this, the mountain road beneath his feet became more and more muddy, and he found himself in a clearing among the bushes and thorns at some point.

No, it's not right to say it's an empty space. Countless dirt bags were densely bulging in the grass, like countless silent figures in the darkness, staring at him coldly and strangely.

The rain hit him in the face, and Liu Kun suddenly shook his spirit, and suddenly came back to his senses.

It's a mass grave.

Like a blow to the head, Liu Kun completely came to his senses.

How did he get to the mass grave?

Looking at the cold graves everywhere, he was a little afraid, and was about to leave, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Liu Kun was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw a raised grave bag not far away, and gradually a snow-white shadow came over.

The shadow looked thin and light, blurry in the night rain, like an unreal painting. Liu Kun felt that both of his legs were fluttering, and his entire scalp began to tingle.

The white shadow stopped in front of him.

The rain was pouring from the mountains, the cold wind was blowing from the grass, the low roar of unknown beasts in the distance, and the smell of dirt and bones from the graves was particularly disgusting.

He didn't have the courage to look up at the monster or ghost on the other side, he just looked down at his toes, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

Under the faint light of the fire fold, an elongated paradoxical shadow appeared.

Shadow?

Do ghosts have shadows?

He thought this in his heart, and heard the sound of rustling in front of him, so he boldly looked up.

When I got closer, I saw clearly that the white shadow was not a fluttering painting, but a man in a colored cloak. At this moment, the man lifted his hood, revealing a beautiful face.

The eyebrows are frowning, the eyes are autumnal, and a frost-white silk flower on the sideburns adds a bit of poignancy to her, and the poignancy is also a little pitiful.

It's a young woman.

Liu Kun was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, the other party had already spoken: "You are here." ”

He was stunned for a moment, suddenly understood, and then a touch of joy rose to his eyebrows: "You are the one who wrote to me?" ”

He said that in this barren mountain and wilderness, how could someone suddenly come, it was originally arranged by Fan Zhenglian. Also, at present, the officials are going around the city to get people, and it is safer to discuss and act in the mountains.

The woman nodded, looked at him again, and called, "Cousin." ”

Uncle Cousin?

Liu Kun was at a loss, what does this mean?

The peaks of Wangchun Mountain are drenched with autumn rain, and the mass graves are also drenched in a layer of clammy silence.

The woman sighed slightly: "It seems that my cousin doesn't remember." ”

"When you left Changwu County, you borrowed fifty taels of silver from your father, and I personally sent it."

Like a thunderbolt, it instantly illuminated the fog churning in Liu Kun's mind.

He looked at the person in front of him sharply, his eyes inexplicably frightened.

"You're a pupil?"

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