fake prince

Chapter 101

Water Source Town·Shui Temple

In fact, Tan Youshan came here seven years ago for business. This is an old shrine with bushes and thorns. But when he revisited today, Tan Youshan originally thought that he would attract attention, but when he arrived, he found that there were many people crowded inside and outside the water temple. It is almost unrecognizable.

The weeds and thorns have been eradicated cleanly, and the land has been compacted. Although a stone road in the middle is dilapidated, it has been cleaned cleanly. Devotees flock in and offer incense and pray for blessings.

Especially on the west side, bricks have been piled up. A man who is obviously a squire is directing the rebuilding of the outer wall. This surprised Tan Youshan and hurriedly asked.

The person who was questioned squinted at Tan Youshan, saw that he was wearing a half-new gray cloth, and said, "Don't you know, the water temple appeared a few days ago, and white light shot up into the sky."

"There are people who saw the dragon hovering!" This person was very talkative, and quickly explained the matter clearly. Tan Youshan had doubts, and he immediately solved them.

"It really is a monster." Tan Youshan was stunned for a moment, and his face became even more gloomy.

The ancestor priest could no longer go, but Xiao Lin was left alone. Taking advantage of no one's attention, he came to the place Ding Ruili had mentioned, and when he looked into the dry well, he saw his son's body covered by weeds.

At the beginning of June, the weather was getting hotter, and even if it was shady in the well, there was still some corpse smell coming from it.

Tan Youshan stared at it for a moment, endured his sadness, and sealed the wellhead completely with a stone cover, then left and turned into a tavern.

The shop is not big, there are only four tables, and only seven or eight customers.

"Brother Tan, are you really going to do this?" In the corner, a thin middle-aged man was sitting and drinking with Tan Youshan.

The middle-aged man had a solemn expression and tried to persuade: "If you really do this, you will have no way out."

He actually hoped that Tan Youshan would give up from the bottom of his heart. After all, it is not a small matter to secretly investigate the son of the same magistrate. The case is solved, if you don't help yourself, how can you mess around in Gongmen?
Tan Youshan drank a glass of wine in his hand: "Yan Yu, you and I are both husbands, don't tell me the truth, my Tan family is the only son, who died for no reason, I'm an old man, what else? Good life?"

"I understand that this matter is strange, but you must help me, brother. You are only investigating the case. It is not your duty to investigate the murder case to the bottom of it?"

"Won't hold you accountable."

The middle-aged man hesitated after hearing this.

Tan Youshan got up, took out a package, and when he put it on the table, there was a thud.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, and already had a guess in his heart.

Sure enough, Tan Youshan slowly opened the package, and there was a pile of broken silver of different sizes inside, roughly counting, there were hundreds of taels.

"Yan Yu, this is my entire net worth."

Seeing that the middle-aged man wanted to refuse, Tan Youshan waved his hand: "It's not a bribe for you, the emperor doesn't send hungry soldiers, it's money for meals and lodging for brothers during private investigations."

"If you recognize me as your elder brother, take it so that your elder brother can close his eyes before he dies."

The middle-aged man swallowed subconsciously, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, Brother Tan, don't worry, I'm a Fucheng arrester, with hundreds of tolerances in the upper and lower Gongmen, who won't give me some face?"

"Whether it's Ding Ruili, the son of the same magistrate, or Su Ziji, the chief of the new case, I can clearly investigate their recent whereabouts. However, it takes time and must be done during business breaks."

"I know, I won't make it difficult for the brothers." Tan Youshan nodded heavily, and gulped down a glass of wine, with sadness in his heart.

I have been a public servant all my life, but I never thought that when I was old, I would pretend to be a public servant to help my private interests once.

However, he couldn't believe Ding Ruili's words at all, and he had to investigate to find out the truth, so he couldn't be used as cannon fodder for others.

If the death of his son has nothing to do with Ding Ruili, he will die as well!

Fucheng · Fuxue
The path is tactful, shaded by trees, and there are several corridors in the lake. There is a water pavilion in the middle, with stone tables and bamboo chairs. The breeze passes by, and the lotus leaves are rolled up.

"If you don't cut jade, you can't make it into a tool; if you don't learn, you don't know."

"However, as a thing, jade has unchanging virtues. Human nature changes because of things. If you don't learn, you will abandon a gentleman and become a villain. Don't you think so?"

After Su Ziji finished reciting, the remaining sound was like pearls falling on a jade plate, and in the waterside pavilion, more than [-] students stood up and bowed together: "Thank you, the head of the desk!"

Every second year of the school, there is a case chief, but now, it is only called case chief, which refers to Su Ziji.

Yu Lv was also among them, he was really overwhelmed and couldn't help himself.

In just a few months, 32 of the [-] grannies in the prefectural school came. Yu Lu saw with his own eyes that they gradually changed from indifference and displeasure to closeness and admiration.

"The ancients said, the awl is in the bag, and the last thing is to see it. I didn't believe it at first, but now I am convinced."

And at the top, Su Ziji watched the crowd salute, and suddenly felt that the heat was almost up, so he pointed towards the crowd.

There was only a sound of "boom", a little light flashed, and a sudden change occurred. The eyes went dark, and there was an academy in front of you. If you look carefully, it looks very familiar.

"Isn't this the government school?"

There are pavilions, pavilions, and garden paths. From time to time, one or two Confucian scholars can be seen talking or reading, but if you look carefully, they all look dull.

Su Ziji frowned, walked a few steps, and smelled the fragrance of ink in his nose. This fragrance of ink spread everywhere, faintly connecting the sky.

When he smelled it, more than [-] traces of ink fragrance came to his face immediately accompanied by the sound of reading.

"It stinks!"

There is not only the smell of ink, but also the stench. Su Ziji suddenly had a clear understanding: "In the past few months, every five days, I have held reading clubs, and each person can give at least two to three thousand experience, which is equivalent to Give them an extra half a year of hard work."

"On the surface, everyone is convinced, but in reality there is still a lot of jealousy."

"Fortunately, fortunately, there are more than twenty people who are not white-eyed wolves."

It is not [-]% for the government to learn martial arts, as long as it has the majority, it is enough to occupy the general trend. Seeing that Mo Xiang and the stench gather and fight with each other, Mo Xiang gradually wins and turns into a ball of rich ink fragrance. After a little hesitation, he falls down. rushed into the body.

"Boom" everything exploded in front of my eyes, and it was black again.

These are just moments, Su Ziji's eyes moved, and in an instant, the world changed drastically, as if with a thought, he could extract spiritual energy from the outside world and turn it into his own use.

Of course, Su Ziji knew that this was just an illusion, he lowered his eyebrows, and saw half a phantom of red sandalwood.

"The school has succeeded in distributing martial arts, and turned it into a seed. Is it absorbed by Panlong's mind (this is irreversible)?"

"Yes!"

"Beautiful Dragon Mind Method Level 3, 157/3000"

Panlong mentality has finally reached level 3, and he is still trying to get some experience. Su Ziji looked at the students and couldn't help being afraid. In fact, these scholars had already arrived a month ago. If he hadn't kept his focus, he would have decided the winner at that time. I'm afraid it will be a big loss.

The more delicious the fruit of victory is, the worse it will be if you fail. Although you don't know the consequences of failure, Su Ziji doesn't want to know at all.

(End of this chapter)