Qiao Hui ran away.
No one knew how he escaped from the mountain compound surrounded by guards all by himself.
I don't know where he ran to.
We don't even know whether he escaped with any important items.
Yes.
escape.
This word was put on Qiao Hui's head.
Xianjin stood blankly at the foot of the city wall of Jingxian County, staring blankly at the portrait pasted on the wall.
The young man who was always arrogant and didn't know what the world was, the smartest and bright-skinned young man, the young man who always had a straight back and a perfect family, appearance and future, the young man who seemed to be able to do anything effortlessly...
Labelled as a "runaway".
Like a rat escaping in panic, a stray dog roaming the streets and alleys, being chased by everyone...
Xianjin clenched his hands into fists.
People who came and went either received favors from Qingcheng Mountain Monastery, or had heard of the good name of Dean Qiao, or out of respect for scholars, and when they passed by, more or less, they left a sigh. Xianjin cast a kind and grateful look at them.
Suo'er sobbed quietly. Mother Zhang put her arm around Suo'er's shoulders and sighed, "How could the world change so suddenly?"
A few days ago, I came to my house to eat the crispy pork elbow, and today I hung it on the wall.
Xianjin pursed his lips tightly.
A single thought from an upper-class person can cost dozens of lives and ruin the future of hundreds of people.
Thousands of miles away, the wheels of power are running rampant, and who knows whose face will be crushed.
If she could hold the whip of power, would she be able to control the direction of the wheel?
Xianjin was frightened by this thought. He shook his head lightly, lowered his eyes, turned around and walked out.
I didn’t go to the store and went back to the old house.
Before I turned the corner, I heard a commotion inside.
Suo'er leaned towards Xianjin with some fear.
A group of soldiers in silver-grey armor stood at the door. Chen Jianfang stood calmly on the steps of the second door with his hands behind his back. Chen Fu tried to straighten his back and act like an adult.
Chen Jianfang caught a glimpse of Xianjin from the corner of his eye and made a gesture to him with his hand on his waist.
Xianjin lowered his eyes and whispered to Suo'er, "Go quickly and tell Aunt Du that the officers and soldiers from Weishan Courtyard are at the old house."
Suo'er turned around and ran, his short legs tumbling up and down so quickly that he disappeared from sight in a short while.
Xianjin turned around, and when he looked up again, he smiled shyly and timidly, his voice sounded like it was caught by a clothes hanger, "Sir——"
Xianjin is about to vomit.
He pressed his throat down and swallowed back the dry heaves.
It’s not easy to control your children. If you want to disgust others, you have to disgust yourself first.
The leading officer's momentum dropped a bit when he saw Xianjin. He nodded randomly, turned around, and looked at Chen Jianfang coldly, "Has Qiao Hui been here before?"
Chen Jianfang was surprised at the right moment, frowned and asked, "He? Isn't he in the mountain courtyard?"
The leading soldier had a square face and snorted coldly, "He ran away! He ran away last night! He carried a knife on his back and climbed over the wall to escape!"
He glanced at Chen Jianfang again, "You are a dishonest scholar. You are obviously a student of Qiao Fangzhi. When you came to the mountain courtyard yesterday, you didn't understand a single word!"
He held the knife handle, ready to draw it at any time. "And your Chen family has a close relationship with the Qiao family... I heard that there is a shopkeeper who is even favored by Qiao Fangzhi. He comes and goes frequently and is very close to him. With such a relationship, if Qiao Hui wants to run away, how could you not know?"
Xianjin walked to Chen Jianfang.
Chen Jianfang laughed and said, "Which scholar in Jing County is not closely related to the Qiao family? If they are not closely related, why would they study in Jing County? What exams would they take? What future would they have?"
Chen Jianfang folded his hands in front of him, leaned back slightly, and spoke in a very organized manner, "Yesterday, I explained everything to the official. I was a candidate in the imperial examination the year before last. My father was the prefect of Chengdu Prefecture in Sichuan. I returned to my hometown from the Imperial College to study because of mourning."
The square-faced man in the lead lost two points in momentum.
It is not easy for a local official to reach the fifth rank.
Chen Jianfang continued calmly, "In less than two years, I will be able to take the imperial examination - a bright future is just around the corner. Even if Qiao Hui comes to me, sir, think about it, can I take care of him?"
The square-faced soldier rolled his eyes twice.
"You don't have a younger brother studying in the mountain courtyard..." The square-faced soldier hesitated, "What did you do when you went to the mountain courtyard yesterday?"
This is the reaction.
Xianjin was about to speak when he saw Aunt Du stumbling over. As soon as she came over, her knees gave way and she fell on the ladder, her eyes red and swollen. "Official! Official! When can my son go home?"
Aunt Du looked panic-stricken and was wearing clothes with the words "Chen's" printed on them.
Xianjin turned his face away sadly, revealing his clear yet stubborn jawline.
"...The younger brother we are talking about is this aunt's only son."
Xianjin said in a calm voice, "This aunt works in our workshop. She is a widow with a miserable life. She and her son depend on each other for survival. Her son happened to be studying in Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard. After two days of no news, Aunt Du came to us and asked us to go inside to see what happened."
Xianjin choked up at the right time, "Her son's name is Du Junning, he is now eight years old, and he will be preparing to take the exam for the scholar next year. If you don't believe me, you can check it out - if she is lying, you can come here to catch me!"
The square-faced soldier's eyes moved from Xianjin's face to Aunt Du's face, back and forth. He put his hand down from the scabbard and was about to step away, but suddenly pulled it back.
"wrong."
"Is the son of a clerk worth a hundred taels for you to enter the mountain courtyard?"
It shows that gold is stagnant.
One hundred taels, this amount of money is indeed a bit too much.
It's indeed not very common sense.
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