The first cause of all realms

Chapter 62 Two Orders
A stone slab engraved with exquisite patterns will not make kneeling more comfortable, and even more painful.

Feeling the gazes from all around, Liu Qingqing found that she was far less fearless than she imagined.

Looking at the closed door of the study on the steps, he felt guilty for a while.

"Nie Yi, get out!"

I don't know how long I knelt before a cold drink came from the study.

Liu Qingqing trembled, gritted her teeth and stood up, pushing open the door of the study.

In the study room with a square meter of [-] paces, there are many shelves full of books. In the deepest part of the study room, there is a big rosewood table.

There is a picture of a tiger descending the mountain, which is vivid and signed by a famous artist.

Liu Qingqing recognized that the picture of the tiger descending the mountain was acquired by his father from his family in Qingzhou, and it is said to be the calligraphy of the great Confucianist 'Zheng Gang'.

Wearing a green shirt, Liu Wenpeng, who is more bookish than usual, is writing something with ink.

On the left, an old slave in gray clothes was cleaning the books on the bookshelf, being careful not to get them dirty.

After a long while, he threw the Langhao brush into the purple jade pen container.

"Father……"

Liu Qingqing lowered her head.

"The village is very desolate, and there are locusts suffering from drought every year. The old man pays his debts, and the child sells grain. The house is broken and the house is broken, and Liang Tiaoyue falls into bed.

But the herdsmen are unwilling to report disasters and injuries. "

Looking at the calligraphy he wrote down, Liu Wenpeng shook his head slightly and sighed:

"My handwriting is not worthy of the poems of the predecessors..."

"How can this poem be considered good? It's just fluent. How can the master's words not match?"

The old slave came up.

Unexpectedly, before I finished my compliments, I was slapped loudly!

"Yu Shaobao, you can also belittle him?"

After wiping his hands, Liu Wenpeng said indifferently, "Next time, be careful with your skin!"

The old slave fell to his knees in shock and kowtowed repeatedly.

"I don't know that herdsmen are unwilling to report disasters and injuries..."

Liu Qingqing chewed this poem, only to feel that most of the fear in her heart dissipated, and a strong disgust came to her heart.

The words are good, and the poems are also good.

But father, do you deserve this poem?
"Do you think that a person who is so greedy and perverts the law for his father, how can he deserve this poem?"

Liu Wenpeng saw through his son's thoughts, with a faint melancholy on his face:
"But you don't know that being a father is not born like this."

Liu Qingqing remained silent.

"When I was a father, I studied literature and martial arts when I was young. I also wanted to benefit the whole country and give advice to the country. But there are some things in this world that cannot be changed."

With hands behind his back, Liu Wenpeng paced in the study, telling the past:
"...in the 22nd year of 'Qingsheng', my father failed the ranking for the third time. At that time, my father was nearly thirty years old, and the scientific examination was already hopeless.

However, many people who are far inferior to me in learning and martial arts have already guarded one side, but what about me?A small county magistrate also spent [-] yuan in silver, and may not make any further progress..."

Liu Qingqing remained silent.

"That's it, that's it."

Liu Wenpeng lost interest, and lightly knocked on the table to make Liu Qingqing back down.

Liu Qingqing retreated silently. Before leaving, she saw the policeman who had been waiting outside the door for a long time and walked in quickly.

Faintly, I heard the policeman's deep voice report:

"My lord, I found something strange in the outer city. The head catcher Wang ordered me to come and report. He only said that the Liansheng sect's followers are active, and there seems to be a change in the future. I hope your lord will be more vigilant..."

"The Liansheng religion?"

Liu Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to get closer, she saw Lin Qing and the others staring at him coldly.

After what happened last night, the few people who had been respectful to him in the past had already changed their attitudes, and they didn't even hide it.

"Lian Sheng teaches..."

Listening to the police report, Liu Wenpeng's eyes flickered, and after he finished speaking, he said:
"How is Wang Butou's injury?"

"Return to your lord, the head catcher's injury is serious, and he can't get out of bed."

"So serious?"

Liu Wenpeng pretended to be concerned, took the brocade box on the table, and handed it to the policeman:
"Send this [-]-year-old ginseng to Wang Butou, so that he can heal his wounds well, and don't bother with these mundane things..."

The catcher's face changed, and he still held the brocade box and retreated.

"Thousand-year-old ginseng is very valuable, and it's not enough for a poor person to get it. Why today, I have to give it to the king Buddha treasure."

In the dark room of the study, Guan Shanshui paced out.

I saw him holding a big steel bow that was half the height of a person, looking at it carefully, and sometimes gently pulling the bowstring that was as thick as a thumb.

"He's dead, it's not good after all."

Liu Wenpeng smiled faintly:
"I won't be free in a few days. The spies reported that the bandits in the Black Mountain seemed to have changed, and Yuchilong was about to have a seizure..."

"If you don't change your expression in the face of a major event, your lord is really an outstanding person."

Taoist Guan sighed, and was also curious:
"It's just that, as a parent of a county, my lord dismissed the pity for students later, but the crime of coercing the people to rebel must still be held on the head.

Could it be that my lord is self-reliant? "

"Brother Guan Dao has a heart."

Liu Wenpeng stroked his long beard with his hands, but he took out two transfer orders from the bookshelf behind his back.

"This is……"

Guan Shanshui's heart skipped a beat.

"This one is from the Shunde Mansion, ordering me to set off on a certain day, and transfer the 'Qiuhe County'... The other one is the transfer order for 'County Chancellor' Wang Fobao to be promoted to the Heishan County Magistrate..."

Liu Wenpeng smiled:
"These two transfer orders were sent from the Shunde Mansion together with the list of beheaded by Qiuhou..."

"Wang Fobao?"

Guan Shanshui's eyes flickered.

A family of officials in the Ming Dynasty, as long as the officials have "three exams and nine years", and someone recommends them, they can get their background and have the qualifications to be an official.

And there is only one person in Heishan County who is qualified to recommend Wang Fobao, and that is the county lord Liu Wenpeng in front of him!
"As soon as I am transferred as an official, what does it matter to me if Montenegro is chaotic or not?"

Liu Wenpeng smiled faintly, and lowered his voice:

"Official Wang Fobao forced the people to rebel and caused disasters to the place. Liu got help from his former subordinates and returned to the city alone to suppress the rebellion. Isn't that a great achievement?"

"This……"

Taoist Guan shook his head, shocked and apprehensive:
"My lord's means, Pindao has to admire a little bit. However, Yuchilong's martial arts are extremely high, and Dawei Shenzhang is also well-known in Shunde Mansion.

If anything..."

call!
Liu Wenpeng reached out and picked up the big steel bow, and with a stroke of strength, the bow opened the full moon:

"Only ten thousand, nothing in case!"

……

"Other people only go to work for two taels of silver, but you are better off, and spend money to hire someone to do the work..."

Weighing the broken silver in his hand, the old jailer smiled and agreed very readily.

Yang Ju smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked out of the prison gate.

As soon as he went out, his smile disappeared immediately and turned serious, even a little ugly.

"The Great Prison is completely out of control..."

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Ju turned around and left the big prison with no intention of coming back.

Leaving Wang Fobao's house, he didn't delay, and went directly to the big prison, and inspected carefully as usual, but unfortunately, he didn't find any strange treasures.

Instead, I found that there were many new faces in the cell.

There are prisoners and there are jailers.

During the period of suppressing bandits, he pestered Wang Wu, not only learned some methods of hiding blood, but also learned a lot of methods of tracking.

Although these people were somewhat hidden, he could still see that these people were not kind.

Therefore, after weighing it over and over again, Yang prison still bribed the prison boss, and hired someone to work for him at the cost of three taels of silver.

The weather has cleared up for several days in a row, and the inner city has no trace of snow. Although it is still cold, it is much more lively than before.

Maybe the new year is approaching, but there will be more vendors.

However, after being closed for several hours in a row, I walked the North and South Streets almost twice, but still got nothing.

"Heishan City is still too small..."

Walking out of the last martial arts gym, Yang Jian had to sigh.

In fact, there are quite a few blood-changing warriors in Heishan City, but most of them are passed on by word of mouth, and few of them really have secret books.

"Troublesome..."

Yang prison sighed inwardly, and walked outside a tavern.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Liu Qingqing, who was very drunk, by the window on the second floor.

This Mr. Liu, after drinking for a long time, was also drunk for a long time.

(End of this chapter)