Xianjin's hands tightened, and he looked up suddenly, his tone more stern than expected, "What do you mean?"
Xiaoyan had a sad face and shook her head vigorously, "Just now I went to get my husband's teaching plan, and as soon as I came out, I saw a lot of... a lot of officials... I took advantage of the chaos to climb out from the side door, and then... after that, no one came in... and no one left..."
The child, who was in his early teens, was so frightened that his upper teeth knocked against his lower teeth, making a clattering sound, and his words were incoherent, but everyone could understand him.
The government officials came and surrounded the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard. No one is allowed to enter or leave the gate at will...
Xianjin came from the later era and had never experienced the natural oppression from the government in the feudal era. Seeing Xiaoyan in such a state, Xianjin could not help but panic and suddenly remembered something -
Director Qiao has not come back yet!
After going to Yingtian Prefecture on business in October, he never came back!
It’s been more than a month now!
Then the soldiers arrived...
Xianjin's mind was in a mess, and he blurted out subconsciously, "Where's Qiao Hui? Where is he?"
Chen Jianfang's back stiffened slightly.
Xiaoyan cried so hard that she couldn't speak clearly. "Mr. Qiao is inside. I crawled to the side door and saw him asking all the scholars to go back to the dormitory..."
Xianjin felt a little relieved.
With Qiao Hui around, at least Baozhu won't be isolated and helpless.
Xianjin looked at Chen Jianfang and said in an urgent tone, "Do you know why Chief Qiao went to Yingtian Prefecture?"
Chen Jianfang pondered for a moment, "The prefect of Yingtian Prefecture summoned me and said that he wanted to discuss the questions for this year's autumn examination with me. The autumn examinations in the north and south of Zhili have always been set by themselves, usually by the academic officials. In the past few years, they have never discussed it with me. This year, Yingtian Prefecture sent a letter, and I declined a few times, but I couldn't refuse again and again..."
It was as if some thoughts were passing through my brain.
Chen Jianfang clenched his fists and clasped them tightly on the table.
There is no good banquet except the Hongmen Banquet; there is no good chess game except the decisive chess game.
This is to lure the tiger away from the mountain and capture the thief and the king!
Chen Jianfang quickly put on his coat from the compartment, and took a bag of silver from under the chest. Before he was about to leave, he turned around and told the Third Master, "...I'll leave the family to you. If the arrow is really aimed at Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, the government may come to the Chen family to search for it."
As everyone knows, he was brought up by Master Qiao. If the government really wants to set up a trap to target the Qiao family, it is very likely that they will target the Chen family first.
Chen Fu tightly grasped a corner of the tablecloth spread on the table. After hearing Chen Jianfang's next words, he let go of his hand and hid Xianjin behind him like an old mother protecting her chicks.
Chen Fu nodded heavily, "Good! Good! Good!"
Chen Jianfang turned around to look at Xianjin again, pursed his lips, and walked out quickly.
Xianjin wanted to call him to go with her, but in the end she didn't say anything - it was useless for her to go.
In this matter, Chen Jianfang has his own connections, that is his circle.
Xianjin, who came from later generations, still can't understand the rules of the game in that circle.
Chen Jianxiang has always been a person who never shows his emotions. He rarely expresses his emotions outwardly and always appears gentle and silent. Xian Jin swore that she saw visible panic in his eyes when he turned around.
What on earth happened!
Xianjin did not sleep well that night. To be more precise, he did not fall asleep at all. He curled up at the foot of the cramped little bed, and hazily saw through the thin Xiutang paper pasted on the window frames that the light outside flickered, from dark to dim.
A heart sways back and forth like the alternating light of light and dark.
The rooster crowed, Xianjin got up, put on some clothes, walked out of the yard, and saw Chen Jianfang walking into the corridor against the light.
Xianjin took a few quick steps and asked anxiously, "Any clues?"
Only when he got closer did Xianjin see Chen Jianfang's expression clearly.
Card white.
Even the lips are white.
Xianjin's heart fell to the bottom.
"...At the end of August, Ningyuan Hou was defeated in the war against the Japanese pirates. The court sent another 5,000 troops to reinforce Fujian. Ningyuan Hou led the team out to sea and has not been heard from since. Li Ge Lao impeached Ningyuan Hou for dereliction of duty, using civilians as prisoners, and corruption..."
Chen Jianfang whispered, "And collaborating with the enemy."
"What does this have to do with Chief Qiao?!"
Xianjin growled.
Chen Jianfang smiled bitterly, "In-laws, we should support each other when there is benefit, and we should settle accounts together when there is danger. The master of the Qiao family in the capital has also been dismissed and imprisoned. After Ningyuan Hou went to Fujian, he had a close correspondence with the teacher. Some of the letters mentioned the general situation of the war."
Xianjin stared at Chen Jianfang blankly, and many points in his mind seemed to be connected by a long thread.
Qiao Shanchang loves to drink Wuyi black tea every day...
The Fujian specialty that Zhang Wenbo specially gave her...
The maids and servants who suddenly emerged from the human tooth market and spoke with a southeastern coastal accent...
In ancient times, communication was not as developed as it is today.
People usually only know what is happening around them.
Big events that happen far away are just like the fluttering of butterflies in the Amazon River, which indirectly trigger a tornado in Texas.
These distant events will only appear beside her in small but concrete forms.
Xianjin swallowed hard. Her throat hurt so much, as if two blades were inserted into her tonsils on both sides.
"Even if he had correspondence with Master Qiao, and even if they were relatives, it's not irrefutable evidence. Master Qiao has the title of Tanhua! Even if he is the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, he can't just detain people..."
Xianjin held two razor blades in his mouth, and sorted out his thoughts word by word with dull pain.
Chen Jianfang lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face, and spoke in a light tone, "The current Yingtian Prefecture Governor is Li Gelao's close junior fellow apprentice. Li Gelao advocates Neo-Confucianism, and the teacher is a famous psychologist. Li Gelao is about to step down..."
Lord Li is about to step down, but Qiao Fangzhi is still in his prime. Even if he himself does not take up an official post, there are twenty or thirty scholars who have received education in the School of Mind who do so every year.
Xianjin's father in the later life once said that before people retire, they are helping the dead.
What does it mean to help someone who wants to help someone die? It means that he will burn his last bit of value to help the person he wants to help swim ashore.
Similarly, they will also kill.
He will ruthlessly eliminate and suppress anyone who will threaten the situation he has established after he leaves office.
After Li Ge Lao stepped down, who will fill the cabinet? Will he fill the cabinet? All are unknown.
However, with the strong promotion of Lord Li, Neo-Confucianism is gradually eroding the thoughts and judgments of today's saints - at this critical moment, Lord Li will definitely clear all the weeds on the road for his successor.
The defeat in the anti-Japanese war in the southeast was like a sword being handed to us, wasn't it?
As for how to lose? Is there still a chance to turn the tables?
The head follows the butt, and these are not the issues that these powerful people are considering wholeheartedly for the time being.
Xianjin took a deep breath, looked at Chen Jianfang and asked softly, "Is the teacher still alive? Is he in Yingtian Prefecture now, or has he been escorted to Beijing?"
Chen Jianfang's eyes were sore, and he looked at the red lacquered pillars in the corridor with a gloomy gaze. After a long while, he shook his head gently, "I don't know anything. I can't find out anything no matter how much I ask. It is said that..."
Chen Jianfang turned his head slightly away, his throat felt bitter and sour, "It is said that they tortured the teacher."
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