Chapter 286: Evacuation
Lu Jing walked over and took it in his hand, carefully distinguished it, and then slowly shook his head: "Although it is very similar to my handwriting, it is not written by me. Master Zhuang can look at this."
Lu Jing pointed to one of the places and showed it to Master Zhuang:
"I have to write the character '谦' here with one stroke less to avoid my father's name. This is already a habit, and everyone in the Ministry of Personnel knows it. But there is no missing stroke here."
[Lu Jing was indeed cunning. When writing this kind of documents, he deliberately changed his writing habits, so that by comparison, one would really think that it was not written by him.
Fortunately, I know that Lu Jing has another habit, a habit that he is very concerned about, but he thought no one knew about it...】
Su Qianqian snorted in her heart, but looked as if it had nothing to do with her.
The Qin family members who were listening attentively behind the screen said: How can you only say half of what’s in your mind? What kind of habit is this? This is clearly a bad habit of yours!
[Hehehe, my efficiency in eating melons has improved a lot. There have been great improvements in tracing the horizontal axis of time and digging deeper into the vertical axis. I...]
[Shut up, don’t remind me of the 300,000 merits! 】
Su Qianqian interrupted the system's boasting in her heart and gave a fierce reminder.
[The system has gone offline...] The baby reminder sound rang.
Master Zhuang calmed down, found another document, and showed it to Lu Jing: "What about this one?"
Lu Jing looked at it carefully. It was just an ordinary document, not used by officials who were promoted to positions through imperial appointments. He nodded and said, "This is what I wrote."
"Lord Lu, take another look at this one. Is this the one you wrote?" Lord Zhuang took out another one.
Lu Jing looked at it for a longer time this time and shook his head slowly: "This should be used for reading and practicing calligraphy."
Lord Zhuang stared at Lu Jing for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Lord Lu, please look carefully. This is about who did this, and we cannot be careless."
Lu Jing looked at Master Zhuang deeply, then thought for a moment before nodding firmly: "It is indeed written by someone who learned calligraphy, not my handwriting."
Lord Zhuang put the two pieces of paper back and took out another stack of papers to show Lu Jing. Lu Jing's face gradually became serious.
"Master Lu, you are right. The one just now was indeed written when I was learning calligraphy, but this ordinary document was also written by me when I was learning calligraphy. It was copied from the original text imitating your handwriting.
As you can see, this stack of papers is full of useless writing. It takes more than ten sheets to write on each one, and you can't tell which one is written on each one, because he doesn't understand the writing style of official documents at all!
If he had not had your handwriting to copy, he would not have been able to write this document, not to mention that his literacy was limited. He would not have known the rare characters in the document unless someone taught him. So who taught him? ”
Lu Jing remained motionless, listening to Lord Zhuang's explanations and questions bit by bit, unraveling the truth.
"Master Zhuang, do you mean to say that I am the professor? Perhaps when he asked about some uncommon characters, I was careless and did not think of them. I am indeed at fault for my failure to notice."
Lu Jing replied calmly and was about to sit back in his seat.
"Don't worry, Lord Lu. Take a look at this one again. Did you write it yourself?"
Mr. Zhuang took out another piece of rice paper covered with words.
Lu Jing's face was obviously impatient. He took a quick glance and said, "This must be someone who knows calligraphy and copied what I wrote. Master Zhuang, what exactly does this mean?"
"Lord Lu, this one was written by you personally. I brought it from the government office. Here we can see Lord Lu's writing habits. In fact, it is indeed different from these documents, but..."
Lord Zhuang took out the one he used to practice calligraphy and compared it with this one: "Lord Lu, there is a character that a calligrapher would never write like this. Look at these two, the calligrapher's calligraphy is clearly shown in the character 'Dun'."
Lu Jing's expression was a little stiff, and he followed Lord Zhuang's instructions to look at the word "Dun".
Whether in the government office or on official documents, Lu Jing would unconsciously write one stroke less in the character "敦", but a calligrapher would never do so.
Because the emperor was weak when he was young, the empress dowager called him by his nickname "Dun'er". Apart from the empress dowager, only the eldest princess knew it.
Later, when teaching her children, the eldest princess omitted a stroke of this character. When the emperor saw this character, he felt more affectionate.
"And these documents of imperial favor all contain this word: 敦请."
Lord Zhuang took out a document and placed it in front of Lu Jing. Comparing it with the word "Dun" that appeared on the rice paper used for calligraphy practice, that stroke was particularly obvious.
There is always a loophole. Lu Jing slowly withdrew his gaze from the papers and looked up at Mr. Zhuang:
"With just these, what do you want to prove, Lord Zhuang? Are you trying to say that these documents were all written by me?"
"Lord Lu, this is the only way to explain it. Why would Wu Wencai believe that a small favor could lead to the sale of official positions? Come on, remove Lu Jing's seat."
Lord Zhuang gave the order in a deep voice, which meant that Lu Jing had been tried as a criminal.
The bailiffs moved the chairs away quietly, and the three jurors nearby began to wipe their sweat in the cool hall.
"Master Zhuang..."
"Lu Jing, I am now interrogating you as a suspect. You must tell the truth. Were you the one who bought the official positions for more than ten people?"
"Master Zhuang, I have never done anything illegal like this. I have failed to discipline my subordinates and have indeed overlooked some minor matters. I must not talk nonsense about buying official positions."
"Come here, bring Mianfeng Fu Jiashan and Yuzhu County Magistrate Fu Ming." Lord Zhuang said nothing more and signaled the bailiff to send someone to the court.
One of the two people who walked in was thin, while the other was fat and bloated. They seemed to be of similar age.
"The fat one must be Fujiashan. Although Mianfeng doesn't have any special products, the weather there is good and the harvest is good every year. The people are rich and it is naturally easy for merchants to do business. Look at the food..."
The third old lady lowered her voice and spoke to the second old lady.
Qin Hanjin was very grateful for the carved wooden screen in front of him at this moment. He could see outside clearly through the screen, but outsiders could not see who was inside. I am afraid that the dogs outside the Dali Temple had heard what his mother said.
"I, Fu Jiashan, pay my respects to the Master!"
The thin man's eyes flashed and he knelt down in the lobby and said.
"Your humble servant Fu... Fu Ming greets Your Excellency!"
The fat man had difficulty bending over, bowing, and speaking with a stutter, not sure if it was because he was nervous.
"Fu Jiashan, tell us the truth about how your son Fu Ming became the magistrate of Yuzhu County." Lord Zhuang asked in a deep voice.
Fu Jiashan raised his head and looked around. When his eyes passed by Lu Jing, he paused slightly, then looked at Wu Wencai, and then said without hesitation:
"I have some wealth, but my son has failed the exams many times.
My fellow villager Wu Wencai heard that a virtuous man inherited the power of his ancestors but had no sons to be appointed as officials through the power of his ancestors, so he talked to me and asked his son to recognize him as his adoptive father and inherit the official position through the power of his ancestors. ”
"Adoptive father? Who told you that adoptive fathers and their sons can inherit the official positions?"
Lord Zhuang asked in a gentle voice, his facial expression not changing at all.
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