Chapter 147: Master Qin gets beaten
Soon, one of the nine people ran to the gate of the Textile Bureau and told everyone that Master Qin accepted 5,000 silver.
For a moment, the crowd was furious. Those teachers and scholars who were always gentle were so angry that their eyes bulged like copper bells and clenched their fists.
Many people shouted outside the door: "Old man Qin, get out and explain it to us!"
Master Qin knelt on the ground and trembled.
[Let Master Qin out quickly! Look how enthusiastic everyone is, they are all looking forward to seeing him quickly! ]
Xia Miaoyuan stared at Master Qin's shivering back, with an expression of waiting to see gossip.
Listening to the shouting outside, the queen said meaningfully: "In my opinion, Your Majesty, there is no need to pursue Master Qin's guilt."
Xia Zhengqi's face flashed a knowing smile: "Master Qin, I forgive you for being so old. I will not pursue it. You can go back."
Master Qin raised his face, his face turned pale and red: "Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty, why don't you punish me!"
Xia Zhengqi said seriously: "If you don't get out, you will be exiled to two thousand miles."
Master Qin was so scared that he stood up and crawled, and walked out: "Your Majesty, I'm leaving now!"
In less than a cup of tea, the wailing of an old man was heard coming from outside.
"Help! I can share the money with you!"
"Don't hit me in the face!"
Afterwards, it was said that Master Qin was beaten by the angry literati for half an hour, with injuries all over his body and multiple fractures. He could no longer take care of himself.
If it weren't for the imperial guards blocking him, he would have been beaten to death on the spot.
Xia Zhengqi said sternly: "Since Feng Panpan and her daughter are so restless, I don't have to show mercy."
Xia Zhengqi immediately issued an order to thoroughly check the results of various embroidery competitions in the capital over the past few years.
The winning works of the previous embroidery competitions were all collected in an exhibition hall.
As soon as Xia Zhengqi gave the order, all the award-winning works of Feng Panpan were brought out.
The senior judges of the embroidery competition got together and repeatedly compared Feng Panpan's works over the years. They found that the needlework and habits of each year's works were different.
In other words, these works were not embroidered by the same person.
They asked Feng Panpan to ask her face to face and asked her to embroider on the spot. Feng Panpan couldn't embroider anything decent, so she had to admit that all the previous works were embroidered by other embroiderers.
The embroidery competition took back all of Feng Panpan's prize money and trophies, and finally issued a notice stating that Feng Panpan had used other people's works to participate in the competition for several years in a row to cheat for a place.
As a punishment, Feng Panpan was banned from participating in embroidery competitions for life.
For a while, Feng Panpan became the laughing stock of the whole capital.
It is said that the whole family stayed at home, never went out, and tried not to see guests.
When the empress dowager found out, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood. In Shoukang Palace, she scolded Jiang Shuyi and her daughter as idiots.
When the empress and Xia Miaoyuan heard the news, they all felt extremely happy.
[This is a loophole in the punishment! ] Xia Miaoyuan bit her fingers and muttered to herself.
[With her crappy level, is it necessary to ban her from participating in the competition? Even if it is not banned, how can she take out her own embroidery to participate in the competition. ]
The empress was stunned for a moment, it seemed to be the truth.
Late at night, the Jiang Mansion was silent.
Since the incident of the Jiang family, Master Jiang fell seriously ill.
He was bedridden for almost half a year before he recovered.
After recovering from his illness, he seldom went out because of his depressed mood and spent most of his time at Jiang Mansion.
Late at night that day, he was reading in the study when he was suddenly surrounded by a strange feeling.
In an invisible corner, it seemed that a pair of eyes were staring at him.
With a "whoosh", Master Jiang drew out the sword hanging on the wall and shouted in a deep voice to the darkness outside the window: "Who! Who is making trouble? Come out!"
However, the only response to him was the mottled shadows of the trees outside the window and the sound of the wind blowing the branches.
"Who! Come out!"
Master Jiang was unwilling to give up and asked again.
After asking, he kicked the door open unexpectedly.
With a "whoosh" sound, it seemed that a shadow slipped by.
Looking outside again, the shadow of the tree seemed to shake violently, but there was still no one.
Master Jiang was full of suspicion. He stood at the door with his sword in hand for a while, then he slowly walked into the yard of his eldest son Jiang Zhiyuan.
He looked up at the three main rooms in the yard, and the room where Jiang Zhiyuan slept was flickering with dim candlelight.
Since Jiang Zhiyuan fell unconscious in prison, he was sent back to the Jiang Mansion to be cared for by his wife.
For several months, he saw many doctors and was given a lot of medicine, but he showed no signs of waking up.
However, for Jiang Zhiyuan's wife, being in a coma was not necessarily a bad thing.
At the beginning of Xia Zhengqi's reign, he sentenced Jiang Zhiyuan to be beheaded and executed after he woke up. If he woke up, wouldn't he be able to escape death?
At least he was still alive while sleeping in a daze.
Master Jiang walked to the outside of Jiang Zhiyuan's bedroom in the dark, stretched out a finger, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and slowly poked a hole in the window paper.
Then he leaned in to look inside.
Master Jiang vaguely saw that in the dim light, there was a person lying flat on the bed, and it seemed to be Jiang Zhiyuan.
"Ah" a woman's scream came from the house.
"Who is outside?!" An old nanny came out of the house holding a lantern to check.
Master Jiang looked indifferent and said in a cold voice: "It's me, I couldn't sleep at night, so I came to see Zhiyuan."
"It's you, old man! Come in and take a look, it's cold outside, be careful to cool down." The nanny immediately changed her tone to a gentle one.
Master Jiang then went into the inner room and saw Jiang Zhiyuan's wife, Mrs. Wu, wiping his face.
"Father, you're here." Mrs. Wu stood aside holding a towel.
"Well, I'll take a look and then leave." Master Jiang said, sitting down beside Jiang Zhiyuan's bed and looking him up and down.
Finally, Master Jiang's eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyuan's feet.
"In the cold winter months, the quilt must be tucked in well." Master Jiang said lightly, as if instructing his daughter-in-law.
As he spoke, he reached out to tuck Jiang Zhiyuan's quilt.
"Got it, father." Mrs. Wu's voice was low.
Master Jiang's hand tucked the quilt from the upper body to the lower body, and was about to reach Jiang Zhiyuan's feet.
Master Jiang grabbed the corner of the quilt suddenly, and just as he was about to lift it up, Mrs. Wu suddenly came over and pressed down the corner of the quilt.
"Father, let me do it." As he said, he tucked the corner of the quilt at the foot vigorously.
Jiang Taishi was stunned for a moment, and said calmly, "Okay, you guys take good care of him, I'll go back first." Then he stood up and walked out.
Wu stood up and watched her father-in-law leave until she heard Jiang Taishi's footsteps getting quieter and quieter. Only after she confirmed that he had walked out of the yard did Wu breathe a sigh of relief.