"Thank you very much." Xu Jiang asked again, "How is Lord Mu Congye doing these days?"
Hearing Mu Congye's name, Zeng Zhui frowned slightly, but couldn't help but prick up his ears.
The patrolman replied, "Everything is fine."
Xu Jiang nodded, "That's good."
After the patrol left, Zeng Zhui said, "I heard from the Master that the fraud case can only be closed after Xiaolou returns. I wonder how Mu Cong will judge it."
Xu Jiang asked, "Do you want him to be sentenced severely or lightly?"
Zeng Zhui was silent for a moment and said, "According to the law, the sentence should be given accordingly."
Xu Jiang smiled and said, "Once this case is concluded, Mr. Du's identity will be clear and he can return to Beijing."
It had been a long time since they last met, and Xu Jiang missed him very much.
Zeng Zhui replied, "A few days ago, my eldest brother told me that Lao Du had sent a letter home, saying that he would wait until his three-year term was up before submitting a petition to be transferred back to Beijing."
Xu Jiang was surprised and asked, "Why?"
"He wants to build an academy in Fuzhou." A trace of melancholy appeared on Zeng Zhui's face. Du Hui would not be able to see him pass the imperial examination next year.
Xu Jiang was filled with admiration when she heard this. She had been to Fuzhou and knew the hardships and poverty there. Due to the lack of roads and access to the outside world, many areas were still undeveloped. Many people couldn't even afford to eat, let alone study for the imperial examinations. Many talented people were forced to give up their studies due to poverty.
Du Hui once served as the director of the Imperial College and was currently the magistrate of Fuzhou. With the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, he must have felt sorry for the situation and decided to stay in Fuzhou, establish a school, and educate the people.
"Mr. Du can be called a great sage." Xu Jiang couldn't help but sigh.
"Of course, this is Lao Du!" Zeng Zhui felt proud.
Xu Jiang glanced at him and sighed, "Three years is enough time for Mr. Du to recruit many students. By then, I'm afraid some of them will be forgotten."
Zeng Zhui felt quite unhappy, but he said, "No matter how many students I have, who can compare to me? Wait, I will definitely win the top prize and show him, bring him honor, and make him proud of me."
Xu Jiang chuckled, "Then you'd better work harder. I heard there are quite a few talented people among the new scholars arriving in the capital. Don't let them outshine you."
"Who? I'm going to spar with him."
"I won't tell you."
Xu Jiang turned and left. Zeng Zhui chased after her, "Who is it? Madam Xu, tell me."
If he couldn't get the answer, he would probably not be able to sleep for several nights.
——Dividing Line——
Huizhou, Huining Pass Post Station.
When Lou Yunchun and his party were about to arrive at Queyin County after crossing Quwu Mountain, they were ambushed again. Many brothers were injured and had to rest at the post station.
Old Duan helped Lou Yunchun off his horse. The group of assassins ambushed and shot arrows at Lou Yunchun. Lou Yunchun was unable to dodge and was hit in the left thigh, seriously injured.
The patrol officer went to negotiate with the guard at the post station. When the post station official heard that an official from the capital had arrived, he came out to greet him in person.
As soon as he saw someone injured, he quickly asked the postman to find a doctor to treat him, and then ordered people to help carry the injured into the guest rooms.
Old Duan arranged for the two uninjured patrol guards to settle their horses and perform the salute, while he carried Lou Yunchun on his back and led the injured brothers into the house with the post officer to treat their wounds.
In the guest room, the doctor carefully untied the gauze on Lou Yunchun's wound. Seeing that the wound was bleeding due to the movement, it had not rotted or festered, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sir, your injury has not damaged your bones or muscles. In addition, it has been treated properly and there is no serious problem at the moment. As long as you take good care of yourself and take medicine on time, you will recover soon." The doctor changed the dressing for Lou Yunchun, and then wrote a prescription for internal medicine, and asked the medical attendant to lead the patrol guard to his own pharmacy to get the medicine.
"Thank you, doctor." Lou Yunchun bowed to the doctor.
"Your Excellency is too kind." After treating Lou Yunchun, the doctor went to see the others. The injuries of the others were not serious. After all, they were the most elite patrol guards of the Dali Temple. Although they were ambushed, they quickly fought back as a team, repelled the assassin and saved Lou Yunchun.
Only after the doctor had treated and bandaged everyone did Lou Yunchun have time to talk with the post officer.
"My Lord, have you encountered robbers?"
Lou Yunchun shook his head, "I have something I would like to ask the postmaster for help."
"Your Excellency, please give your orders. I will be at your disposal."
"Please ask the lord to help me invite the commander of the garrison here and tell him that I have something important to discuss with him."
"This subordinate has sent someone to invite him."
"This matter must not be made public."
The post officer nodded and said, "I understand." Then he immediately sent someone to the military camp to look for him.
At the post station, Lou Yunchun relaxed. The fatigue accumulated from traveling all the way hit him. He could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep leaning against the wooden couch.
Seeing this, Lao Duan called a brother over, and the two of them helped him take off his boots and clothes, carefully helped him lie down, and then called the other brothers to go back to their rooms to rest.
"Old Duan, how about you?" asked a patrolman.
Old Duan pointed at Lou Yunchun and said, "I'll stay by the master's side. I'll sleep after he wakes up."
"Then I'll come take your place later."
"good."
The postmaster knew they all needed to rest, so he didn't disturb them. "I'll come back to inform you when you're invited."
Old Duan hurriedly thanked him, "Then I'll trouble you, sir."
"It's just a small matter, don't be polite." The postman smiled, then stepped down and ordered the kitchen to prepare hot water and food for the few people.
Old Duan pounded his waist and walked to the wooden couch to check on Lou Yunchun. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he breathed a sigh of relief and moved a stool to sit in front of the couch.
In a blink of an eye, he saw that Lou Yunchunlu's hand outside the blanket seemed to be holding something, so he tried to pick it out and finally pulled out a piece of paper.
What was this? He opened it curiously and saw a line of neat small characters written on the paper:
May the moon turn misfortune into fortune and turn disaster into blessing.
He looked at it for a long time before he suddenly remembered that he had applied medicine and bandaged Lou Yunchun after he was injured. After opening the small medicine box, he found this piece of paper underneath.
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