Begging for the official to be the law of the country to the chapter of the saint and virtue (II)

Chai Xintong watched Fan Yan walk out of the Xinghua Yanyu Building.

At this time, the clouds and mist rolled in the sky, and bursts of mist swept towards Chang'an City with moisture.

The smoke and rain in the distance are hazy, the air is damp and some earthy fragrance, Chai Xintong took a look, there seems to be a thin smoke rising on the bluestone street, I don't know when the light rain is sprinkled in the sky, at this time this old building is shrouded in smoke and rain.

It's just that this season is no longer the season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and this old building in the smoke and rain seems a little lonely.

Chai Xintong sighed, walked out of the smoke and rain Xinghua Building, when he came out, he closed the door, took out the umbrella that had been prepared, opened the cyan oil paper umbrella, and walked in a green shirt on the bluestone street of Chang'an sprinkled with light rain, Chai Xintong frowned, and walked towards Chongrenfang.

After a short conversation, he was really unwilling to change the will of this scholar, from the bottom of his heart, he envied this right-handed Fan Yan, he could say what he wanted to say without scruples, and he could stand up when he saw something that was not pleasing to the eye and incorrect, but he couldn't, he had to think a lot, he wanted to avenge his "deceased" brother, and he wanted to think about the girl he liked.

Therefore, he can only temporarily bow his head to power.

Facing Fan Yan, Chai Xintong didn't know how to speak, he hoped that this Yan official could do what he wanted to do, and with his own hopes, he would reason with the Holy Emperor.

Chai Xintong walked the avenue, he was not too familiar with Chang'an, and he did not have Yuan Xingchen's ability to look at the stars and find people, so he could only slowly return home towards the avenue.

Chai Xintong held an umbrella, his steps were firm, and his body was straight.

In the hazy smoke and rain, a scholar wearing a green shirt stepped through the bluestone street of Chang'an.

But what he didn't know was that at a certain moment, an atrocity was taking place in a small alley only a few hundred meters away from him.

In addition to some residents, there are basically no shops in this place, which is one of the reasons why Yanyu Xinghualou is down.

After all, Chai Xintong is a cultivator, and his hearing is better than ordinary people.

His ears twitched slightly, and he heard what appeared to be a fight from a hundred meters away, but he didn't care. Chang'an City is a lot of people, some friction is normal, and if there is no friction, there will be no fireworks.

He smiled slightly, he didn't bother to care, and he didn't want to see the unevenness of the road and help out; there are many noisy people in the world, and between men, maybe everything can be solved with a single drink, so why should he intervene!

......

Fan Yancai turned his head, his eyes were dark, and a sack shrouded him, and before he wanted to make a sound, his head hurt, so he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Several black-clothed men looked at Fan Yan who fainted on the ground in front of them, raised the sticks in their hands, as if hammering a sword one after another, and silently hit Fan Yan who was lying on the bluestone path in a rain-drenched coma.

After a few people fought for a while, they saw that blood had seeped out of the sack, and after being washed by the rain, it flowed into a small pothole not far away, and the water in this small pothole had turned blood-red.

The leader pulled open the sack, revealing a bloody face, he stretched out his hand to probe his nose, his face was cloudy, and several people around him also took a step back at the same time, not only surprised, but also a little scared.

"What are you afraid of, act according to the original plan, a few of our brothers will leave Chang'an after taking the money, and we can't run far, you must know that the silver taels given by the master are enough for us to live for a few lifetimes." ”

Hearing this, several people in black settled down a little and hurriedly got alive.

They covered Fan Yan with a sackcloth, took out a letter and a dart, took out a hammer from behind them, and fixed the letter on the wall, and then several people looked around to make sure that no one saw it, and then hurriedly disappeared into words.

just left Fan Yan behind, lying permanently on the corner of the alley.

......

When night fell, the population of Fan's Mansion was not large, but it was much more lively than the mansion where Chai Xintong lived alone except him.

Although the two brothers of the Fan family do not have big official positions, some people even wonder if the younger brother has no official position, after all, the official position of "gleaning" has never been heard, and it doesn't sound like an official position, but more like cleaning and tidying up between the markets.

However, these gossips and ridicule did not affect Fan Yan's puff up of his life.

Fan Zhi and Fan Yan have a very good relationship, although the two occasionally have quarrels, but every night Fan Yan, who is alone and has no family, will come back for dinner, and then under the persuasion of his sister-in-law, he and his brother will get along.

The two brothers often quarrel in the morning, and in the evening they can happily live together and talk about the world.

It was dinner time, and Fan Yan hadn't come back yet.

Looking at the light rain at the end of summer, Fan Zhi tightened his clothes, after all, it was the end of summer, and the wind was still a little cold for ordinary people of some age like them.

"What about your uncle, why haven't you come back yet? It's time for dinner, and it's not good that the things outside are expensive. ”

Fan Zhimo looked at his father, covered his mouth and smiled: "Didn't you just quarrel with him a few days ago? Maybe my uncle lost his temper and ran away from home." ”

Fan Zhi's eyes widened, and Fan Zhimo shrank his head.

"Can I stop what your uncle is going to do, maybe I can only persuade him by helping you find an aunt. ”

Fan Zhimo's brows furrowed when he heard this.

"Forget it, since that talented female aunt is gone, my uncle is not close to women, and he just needs to shave his hair to take refuge in my Buddha!"

Fan Zhimo said, his eyes rolled, and when he put his hands on his chest, he said with a little cunning.

"Little girl's films, they are all for your uncle!"

Fan Zhimo playfully stuck out his tongue.

"Okay, when your uncle went out at noon, he told me to go to the Xinghua Yanyulou to see Mr. Chai, it's so late, I'll go out to look for it, your mother said that she wants a few pieces of cloth, I will look for it along the avenue, and I can buy the cloth by the way." ”

Fan Zhi said, then propped up an old oil umbrella, put on a robe, and walked out of the door.

Seeing this, Fan Zhimo immediately found an umbrella, holding the umbrella with one hand and holding the skirt with the other, and rushed out.

"Dad, wait for me, I'll go too!"

The two of them went down the avenue to the Xinghua Yanyu Building, only to see that this square was deserted, and occasionally a person could be seen passing by, and the gate of the Xinghua Yanyu Building was closed, and the lock on it was rusty.

Fan Zhi and Fan Zhimo both had puzzled expressions on their faces, where would his uncle go?

Fan Zhimo suddenly laughed and said, "Could it be that my uncle met a peerless woman again and was fascinated." ”

Fan glanced at his daughter bluntly, the boss is not small, and he is not serious.

The two fell silent.

At this time, a scream swept across the hazy apricot blossom and rain building.

"Dead!"

Fan Zhi suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, his lips were a little pale, although he said that his brother was looking for death when he quarreled, but now that his brother is gone, this kind of shout came from not far away, how could he not be afraid in his heart.

He didn't care about his daughter, dropped his umbrella, and ran towards the source of the sound.

He is also extremely familiar with these roads, and often came with his younger brother when he was a child.

He saw the corner of the alley, surrounded by a crowd of people, and he hurriedly cut through the crowd and saw the man lying on the ground, his flesh and blood blurred.

When Fan Zhimo arrived, he only saw his father holding his uncle in the rain and looking up to the sky in pain, holding a letter tightly in his hand.

Jing Zhaoyin and the Criminal Department soon came, Xue Zhengwu received the news, thought about it and told Chai Xintong.

When Chai Xintong heard this, the hand of the teacup shook and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Fan Zhi looked at Chai Xintong and Xue Zhengwu who came in a hurry, glanced at Chai Xintong hatefully, didn't say anything, put away the letter, and let the people from the Criminal Department leave with Fan Yan's body, and he returned home.

......

At night, thunderstorms are blowing.

The Holy Emperor sat on the high dragon chair in the Qianlong Hall alone and took a nap, he was either cultivating or in the nine-story tower on weekdays, and the rest of the time was almost in the Qianlong Palace, he began to like the feeling of being empty, whenever he went to the morning court, he saw the ministers and hundreds of officials, and his head hurt a little.

I don't know when there was an old man in the main hall.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!" a slight shout came, and the Holy Emperor woke up violently.

He glanced at the old man, who seemed to have woken up from a nightmare, shook his head, and breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "Old Guo, what do you say?"

Guo Jinghui lowered his head, his voice was low, but his eyes glanced at the Holy Emperor from time to time.

Fan Yan ...... It's gone!"

The Holy Emperor was stunned for a moment, his gaze changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly.

"What's gone! Tell me clearly!" At this moment, a thunderclap rang out in the sky.

"I was beaten to death near the Xinghua Yanyu Building! According to the preliminary inspection of the Criminal Department, a murder weapon such as a stick was used!"

The Holy Emperor's eyes were like torches, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have eyebrows?"

Guo Jinghui shook his head.

"This is not a matter of eyebrows, the minister is here to ask, does Your Majesty want to investigate?

When the Holy Emperor heard this, he smiled bitterly and looked at Guo Jinghui.

"Guo Lao, do you think the emperor did it?"

Guo Jinghui did not answer him directly.

"A little-known petty official, who has no grievances on weekdays, is obviously because of something. ”

The Holy Emperor looked at Guo Jinghui and shouted: "Guo Jinghui, I know you have a grudge against that, but that is my son, my daughter is gone, I don't want to have this son anymore, I don't want the queen to wake up, she asks me where my children are, I can't give her a pair of children!"

"Fan Yan, this person is indeed not my hand, I want to kill him, why use these means! If I don't allow him, I won't let Chai Xintong persuade him!"

Guo Jinghui looked at the angry Holy Emperor, and continued to ask in a salty voice: "If this matter is to be investigated, and some people are found, what should we do?"

The Holy Emperor knew who Guo Jinghui was talking about by "certain people".

He gritted his teeth and said, "Just check! If he really did it, I don't care!"

When Guo Jinghui heard this, he bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, Weichen retired. ”

After Guo Jinghui left, the Holy Emperor sat on the dragon chair dejectedly, and he took out the letter from his sleeve "Begging for Words and Words of the State and the Law of the State to Chapter Shengde Shu", and after handing over the letter, he read it several times.

"Another good reader!"

The Holy Emperor unfolded the letter again.