Wen Xiangyanyu

At the beginning of November, the emperor personally went to Linyong of the Imperial Academy to give lectures. The crown prince Ling Qiyu and the eldest son Ling Qiyan accompanied him.

Ling Qiyan sat on the carriage and yawned. He got up too early and was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids.

Linyong gives lectures once a year, Ling Qiyu has never attended the banquet, and he has no interest in it, but this year the emperor suddenly asked him to come with him, and he later found out that it was Ling Qiyu, that bastard who brought it up to the emperor. What the hell idea.

Knowing that there was a fraud, but the emperor opened his mouth, and Ling Qiyan had to come no matter how reluctant he was.

In the dining hall, before dawn, all the prison students were already having breakfast, an hour earlier than usual.

Wen Ying sat in a corner, eating quietly, and Xia Zhixing and a few of his fellow countrymen sat at a table next to him.

Because today is the day when Emperor Linyong gave lectures, Xia Zhixing came to the academy early in the morning and had breakfast with them.

Someone noticed the finger wrench on his hand and asked him with a smile where he got such a good thing. Xia Zhixing raised his eyebrows and said frankly: "His Royal Highness Yu Wang personally gave it to me. Let me use it every day." Wear them all."

When the rest of the people heard the words, they made voices of envy, whether sincere or false, and praised His Royal Highness King Yu for his generosity.

Wen Ying raised his eyes and glanced, his eyes fell on the finger of Xia Zhixing's left thumb, he paused for a moment, then moved away indifferently.

After eating breakfast, everyone went back to the school to wait. At three o'clock in the morning, a servant boy came to inform them to go outside Piyong Hall.

Just as Wen Ying was about to get up, Pan You'an, who had been beating him, suddenly squinted at him, and sneered inexplicably: "I remember, that jadeite finger was yours before, right? Why is it in the hands of that kid surnamed Xia now?"

Although Wen Ying had never worn that finger wrench, when he was in the academy, he would take it out and rub it in his hand for a while when there was no one else, maybe it happened to be seen by this person one of those times.

"It's really pitiful. You treat something like a treasure, but His Highness Yu Wang gave it to someone else after changing hands. Tsk tsk, look at the difference between you and other people in the eyes of Yu Wang? Didn't you feel very proud before?"

Pan You'an sarcastically sarcastically, Wen Ying didn't intend to pay attention to him, and got up to leave, when Pan You'an suddenly stretched out his foot and tripped him fiercely.

Wen Ying was caught off guard, staggered, and fell forward. He reacted very quickly and supported the desk beside him with one hand, barely standing still, and did not fall to the ground in embarrassment.

After stabilizing his figure, Wen Ying suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at Pan You'an. The fellow took a step back subconsciously, and his face flushed instantly: "What are you staring at! I didn't mean it!"

Pan You'an left behind these words, and walked quickly in a despondent manner.

Wen Ying was the only one left in the school. He frowned and rubbed his wrist. The force was too strong just now, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist. He probably sprained it.

Another servant boy came in to urge him, Wen Ying took a deep breath and went out.

At six quarters of the hour, amidst the sound of bells and drums, the emperor ascended to the throne in the Piyong Hall, and the students of the Imperial College followed the officials of the attendant class, kneeling and saluting.

The sound of the emperor's lectures was transmitted from inside the hall to outside the hall, and with the sound of the wind, it spread to every corner of the Guozijian.

Wen Ying knelt on the ground absent-mindedly, remembering seeing Ling Qiyan getting off the chariot from a distance, and following the emperor into the Biyong Hall, he closed his eyes.

The lecture went on for a full two hours, and it was noon when it ended. At the suggestion of the prince, Yu Jia stayed at the Imperial College for lunch, took a short rest before leaving.

Wen Ying didn't go to the dining hall, but went back to the house and changed his clothes.

Pan You'an was also there. Seeing that his nose was still different, and his eyes were different, Wen Ying ignored him and went to school to study after changing clothes.

Sitting in front of the book desk, Wen Ying was a little out of his mind, the book was spread out in front of him, and it was rare to turn a page.

When the others came back from lunch, they were all discussing what His Majesty said today, very excited.

Wen Ying was the only one who seemed to be cut off from those emotions.

Until an abrupt voice sounded: "Where is my finger wrench? Who took my wrench?"

It was Xia Zhixing, who was frantically flipping through his desk, when someone surrounded him and asked what was wrong, Xia Zhixing said angrily, "The finger wrench His Royal Highness Yuwang gave me is gone!"

"Didn't you still wear it in the morning? Why did it suddenly disappear?"

Xia Zhixing said unhappily: "I don't know, because I was going to study at the Piyong Hall and it was not easy to wear jewelry on my body, so I put down the wrench and put it in this drawer, but when I came back, I found that the things were gone."

The people around looked at each other in blank dismay, things were lost in the school, could it be... that they were stolen?

Xia Zhixing had obviously thought of this, and stood up with a livid face: "I'll go to Jiancheng and the others."

Someone stopped him and reminded him: "Let's take it easy, the imperial driver hasn't left yet, and they are all busy serving the driver, so there is no time to take care of this matter, and it would not be good to make a fuss at this time."

Xia Zhixing didn't follow suit: "The attendant is also a sacrificial wine, Siye and the others, I'll go find Zhang Jiancheng, if I delay, I might not be able to get my finger back."

Xia Zhixing left in a hurry, and the others whispered a few words, and sat back in their seats, not wanting to get involved in this mess.

Wen Ying frowned slightly.

Two quarters of an hour later, Xia Zhixing came back with Guozi Jiancheng. That Zhang Jiancheng seemed very unhappy. I think so, Yu Jia is still here, but there is a robbery among the students, and no one would be happy.

Everyone who was interrogated said they didn't see the finger puller. After half a day, Pan You'an suddenly spoke out, hesitatingly said: "Student, the student seems to have seen it before. At noon, the student's roommate came back to change clothes, and the student saw him going Tuck the finger under the pillow."

When he spoke, he glanced straight at Wen Ying, making it clear that this roommate was talking about Wen Ying.

There was an uproar in the hall.

Wen Ying frowned even tighter, and when asked by Zhang Jiancheng, he explained in a cold voice: "The student has never done it. The student came here after going back to change clothes. I have never seen that finger puller."

"He's lying," Pan You'an argued. "The students can see clearly that he took the wrench!"

Wen Ying still insisted on the sentence: "Students have never done it."

Na Xia Zhixing snorted: "Is it true? Let someone go to your house and have a look."

Zhang Jiancheng hesitated for a while, and sent two servant boys over.

Everyone quieted down and looked at Wen Ying with different expressions. Wen Ying clenched his fists hard, with a tense face and didn't say anything.

A quarter of an hour later, the servant boy who was sent to find something came back and handed the jadeite finger to Zhang Jiancheng, saying that it was indeed found under Wen Ying's pillow.

Zhang Jiancheng's face darkened, and before he could say anything else, Zaoli hurried in to report that His Majesty had a sudden whim and brought His Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness King Yu and a group of officials over to see how the superintendents were studying. Xuetang, we will be here soon, let them get ready to welcome us.

Walking behind the emperor to the school, Ling Qiyan cursed Ling Qiyu in his heart, because he had a lot of things to do, at one moment he proposed to have lunch in this Imperial Prison, and at another moment he urged their father and emperor to come and see these students.

... What's so interesting, he had already returned to the mansion at this moment, and it was time for him to take a comfortable nap.

The emperor first selected those schools where the prisons were educated, and most of the candidates who could enter the Imperial Academy would be able to pass the Jinshi examination in the future, so the old man was naturally very concerned.

Guozijian accompanied him with wine, introduced the situation of these students to the emperor, and specially mentioned a few more prominent ones, so that the emperor could have a good impression.

These mentioned people may have some advantages in the future palace examination. These officials of the Imperial College naturally hope that more of the top-ranked Jinshi in the final palace examination will come from them.

When the emperor entered, the students in the hall had already knelt down respectfully.

The emperor looked at these future pillars of the country and was very happy, so he asked them all to stand up and speak without courtesy.

When Ling Qiyan saw Wen Ying, he couldn't help frowning. This kid looked like a dark cloud when he saw the emperor...he really wasn't afraid of death.

The emperor deliberately asked someone to come to the imperial court for questioning, so he named Wen Ying. Someone had mentioned this son in front of him several times before, and when Jijiu talked about Wen Ying, he was full of praise. He was Xie Yuan from Shangjing, called the emperor Very curious.

Wen Ying took a step forward, lowered his head and saluted again, the emperor's eyes lit up, as if he didn't expect that Wen Ying was really such a handsome and tall young man, and what others said was not exaggerating at all.

Just when he was about to ask, Ling Qiyu suddenly interjected: "Father, isn't this the Imperial Supervisor? Why is he here? But some students have committed crimes?"

Guozijian Cheng is in charge of the punishment of supervisors, and he always wears a pointer on his body, so he can know his identity at a glance.

The emperor frowned when he heard the words, Zhang Jiancheng took a step forward, not daring to hide it, and this explained the dispute that happened earlier.

Not only did the emperor change his face, but all the supervisors of the Imperial Academy who came together were even more astonished.

Wen Ying knelt down, straightened his back, and defended himself: "The student has never done it, and the student has been wronged. Please His Majesty look into it."

Seeing that finger pull, Ling Qiyan's face instantly darkened, and his complexion was completely ugly.

The smile on the emperor's face disappeared, he probably never thought that such a quarrel would happen in the Imperial College, and he just happened to run into it.

Seeing that the emperor had no intention of asking questions with a gloomy face, Ling Qiyu took the initiative to do it for him, called Xia Xingzhi over, and asked, "When did you disappear with your wrench?"

Xia Zhixing replied calmly: "Returning to Your Highness, it is today. The student is very sure that it is still there during breakfast. Later, when I go out to study, the student takes it down and puts it in a drawer. When I come back, it disappears."

Ling Qiyu asked again: "Since you all went to study outside the Piyong Hall together today, how did this Wen Ju have the opportunity to steal your things?"

"...The student doesn't know, but this finger was indeed found under his pillow. It's not that the student wronged him for nothing."

Ling Qiyu thought for a while, then called Pan Youan over and asked, "Are you sure you read it right, seeing Wen Juren hide his finger under the pillow with your own eyes?"

Pan You'an licked his lips, and said in a low voice: "It's true. The students saw it with their own eyes. The students are determined not to lie in front of His Majesty and His Highness."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a while, and then said: "This morning, the servant boy came to ask the students to go to the Piyong Hall. The students and Wen Juren had an argument because of some unhappiness, and it was delayed for a while. Later, the students left first, and Wen Juren was the last one." One left from the school."

"Really?" Ling Qiyan turned his gaze back to Wen Ying and asked, "Is it true?"

Wen Ying's face became tense, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes, but the student didn't hold the finger."

The servant boy who came to urge Wen Ying at the end was also called out for questioning, and confirmed the matter, but when asked if he had seen anything unusual in Wen Ying's behavior, he couldn't answer.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

"So it seems that only this Wen Juren has the opportunity to do this, and the things are indeed in his possession." Ling Qiyu suddenly changed the subject again, and asked Ling Qiyan beside him, "Brother, according to the lonely As we all know, these two Juren are the followers of your house, right? What do you think about this?"

Ling Qiyan's expression was so cold that it couldn't be colder, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "I don't know."

But Xia Zhixing suddenly said: "The student heard from the people in Yuwang's mansion that this finger was given to Wen Juren by His Highness Yuwang in the past. Later, Wen Juren was expelled from Yuwang's mansion because His Highness was displeased. Taking it back and giving it back to the students, Wen Juren became jealous and harbored a grudge against the students, and during this period of time he gave the students a lot of embarrassment..."

"There is such a thing?" Ling Qiyu looked at Ling Qiyan with a smile, "Brother, did you really give this finger ring to Wen Juren first, then take it back and give it to Xia Juren again? "

Ling Qiyan's face was livid, and he didn't make a sound.

The rest of the people, no matter they were officials or a group of students, all had their own suspicions. After all, the matter turned out to be that these two people were jealous for the sake of His Royal Highness King Yu. It really was...

The emperor was even more annoyed when he heard that, and felt ashamed, so he gave Ling Qiyan a hard look.

Ling Qiyan lowered his head and said nothing.

The Guozijian was sweating profusely from the wine offered to the emperor, and confessed to the emperor that he had failed to discipline the students. Lin Siye couldn't bear it, and explained to Wen Ying: "Your Majesty, Wen Sheng is definitely not a person who is greedy for vanity and money. , and will not do such things that scholars despise, there may be other inside information about this matter, it is better to check it out before making a decision..."

Ling Qiyu didn't take it seriously: "It's just such a small matter, is it possible to call the Beijing government to investigate? Master Lin loves talents and should protect the students, but now the evidence is solid, and if he is so ambiguous and partial, that is There is no distinction between right and wrong, deliberately covering up shortcomings."

Being reprimanded by the Crown Prince, Lin Siye's old face flushed red, and he was speechless for a while.

The emperor's face was covered with frost, and his heart was full of irrepressible anger.

If the matter had nothing to do with his son, he might still be willing to ask someone to investigate it clearly. Now that this matter involves his son's affairs, how can he not be annoyed that he has lost his face in front of so many officials and students.

So he didn't want to entangle this matter any more, and dropped the sentence in a cold voice, "A gangster who crows like a dog, is unbearable to be an official. He will be expelled from the Imperial College immediately, and his fame will be removed", and the emperor walked away in a huff.

Wen Ying clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, tasted blood in his mouth, and there was only bone-chilling coldness in his thick black eyes.

Ling Qiyan glanced at him subconsciously, moved his lips, but didn't say anything, and followed the emperor and turned to leave.