Carrying the wrong sedan chair to marry the wrong wife

At five o'clock the next day, news of Zhang Shoubei's death in prison spread to the Golden Luan Hall.

Emperor Tianshun was furious, and threw Zhezi on the kneeling Dali Siqing.

"Bumped into the wall to die? Suicide in fear of crime? The clues of the Guanyin case were interrupted? This is your answer to me? The Guanyin case has been repeatedly ordered and must be investigated strictly. You Dali Temple has been investigating for a few days, but you have not asked anything. What else? On the face of the emperor?"

"It's a capital crime!" Dali Temple Minister knelt and kowtowed.

"Capital crime, capital crime, what else can you say besides these?" Emperor Tianshun was furious, and the truth was about to come to light.

Emperor Tianshun looked at the courtiers with cold eyes. He must speed up the scientific examination and select talents.But it's still not possible, wouldn't it be a mess without people.

"Decline to one level, three years fine, and I will retire." Emperor Tianshun waved his hand impatiently.

Upon hearing the words, Dali Temple Minister quickly kowtowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After saying that, Dali Siqing stood up, bowed his body and retreated to the position of the train, looked up at Yang Guoshu and exchanged a vague look, and then returned to the position of the train to stand in peace.For an upright official, a three-year fine is like death, and there is no money to buy food and clothing for three years, but for him, it doesn't matter if the root hair of a cow is pulled out. Who cares about three-year salary for a corrupt official?

"Your Majesty." Lu Wenzheng came out.

Emperor Tianshun was having a headache. Hearing this, he looked down and saw that it was Lu Wenzheng. He asked, "What's the matter with Lu Qing?"

"I have been staying in the capital for several days, please return to Nantong."

Emperor Tianshun nodded when he heard the words: "Nantong can't be without a magistrate for a long time, Lu Qing will set off tomorrow."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lu Wenzheng said as he knelt down, "Chen, please bid farewell to Your Majesty."

Here, Lu Wenzheng was finally about to leave for Nantong, and Cheng Yi, who was looking forward to his return, was burning a fire at the moment, and before dawn outside, he could hear the roar of the westerly wind in his ears.

He went to the academy yesterday, but in a hurry, the head of the mountain went out to meet his friends.

Aunt Cheng had no choice but to send Liniang to stay overnight at the aunt's house next door.

"Ah Yi, wait until dawn, you go catch a cockroach, I was so busy yesterday, my mother didn't even think about it, how can you go to see the head of the mountain empty-handed." road.

"Hey!" Cheng Yi responded, filling a piece of firewood into the bottom of the stove, watching his mother hesitate to speak, and finally couldn't help but said: "Mother, how much money do we have at home?"

Mrs. Cheng glanced at her daughter when she heard the words, thought for a moment and said: "Mother knows what you are thinking, don't worry about the money, although we can't arrange a decent wedding banquet in our current situation, we still have to arrange what should be arranged, and we can't be wronged." Liniang."

"Mother, why don't I go see a big family to recruit a wife for my son today, maybe I can get some money out in advance." After hearing what his mother said, Cheng Yi felt that the money was running out, and she should take on the responsibility of supporting the family. It's a heavy burden.

Mrs. Cheng glanced out of the window when she heard the words, and said distressedly: "It's cold winter, and you are running back and forth, mother is afraid that you will hurt your body."

"It's okay, mother, I'll find someone with a shorter journey."

"Then let's look for it first." Mrs. Cheng agreed, took out the dishes, and remembered something: "By the way, I asked you to find out when Mr. Lu will come back. Do you have a letter?"

"That day, my classmate from Beijing Middle School replied to the letter, saying that Mr. Lu has not left Beijing yet." Cheng Yi said, patted the sawdust on his body and stood up.

"Hey, come back quickly, mother is so anxious, I keep dreaming about your father in my dreams."

Cheng Yi heard that the hand holding the plate trembled, and almost dropped the plate on the ground, she was also anxious, why didn't she see her father in her dream?

"Be careful, don't fall. Mother sees that the oil lamp is lit in your Aunt Wang's room next door. You go to the door and wait for a while to pick up Liniang. After a while, we will have breakfast together."

"Hey!" Cheng Yi put the dishes on the small wooden table, turned around and went out the door. She was still worried at first, but when she thought of Liniang, her worries disappeared. After all, she was getting married soon, and other worries were nothing to worry about. up.

Shen Wenchang, who was also in a good mood, was practicing the red-tasseled gun in her small courtyard at the moment.

An oil lamp was hung on the west wall of the small courtyard to illuminate it. Shen Wenchang was in a good mood when playing with guns, and the more he played, the more energetic he became.

Suddenly, with a flapping sound, Jingfeng spread his wings and flew to the chicken coop, screaming.With this call, Shen Wenchang stopped his moves, walked to the chicken coop, and carried A'er who was squatting in the chicken coop out.

"After all, I didn't raise him as a child, why didn't you get close to me?" Shen Wenchang ordered Ah'er's cockscomb.

Ah Er opened his eyes and looked at Shen Wenchang, then closed them again.

"Hey, I'm the one who feeds you, how dare you treat me like this." Shen Wenchang fiddled with Ah Er's cock comb twice more.

Ah Er ignored Shen Wenchang this time, and still squatted there with his eyes closed.

"What did you do last night?" Shen Wenchang touched Ah Er's chicken head, "Ah Er, you don't look like a chicken anymore, look how energetic Jing Feng is, are you sick?"

Ah Er suddenly stood up, and went straight to Jingfeng's buttocks, scaring Jingfeng into flying.

Shen Wenchang was taken aback by Ah Er, squatting on the ground, before regaining consciousness, he saw two chickens flapping their wings and chasing after each other, and a few chicken feathers slowly fell from the air.

"What's the matter?" Shen Wenchang stood up, picked up the red-tasseled gun, and ran to Jingfeng, "Squat down."

Jingfeng was honest and squatted down.But Ah Er persisted in poking it, and finally he couldn't hold back and stood up again.

In this small courtyard, chickens fly, and dogs jump.Jingfeng Xiaoyuan couldn't hide and ran out, followed by Ah Er.

"This is a rebellion. I haven't taken you to a cockfight for a long time. Your claws are itchy." Shen Wenchang chased out with a red-tasseled gun.

Jingfeng swayed left and right all the way and ran fast, passing through the hall to the front yard.

Soon, I heard a high-pitched crowing in the front yard, as well as the sound of flapping wings.

The door of the wing room opened, and Chen Jiyun, the teacher of the Shen family, came out in his clothes. Seeing Shen Wenchang, he began to mutter: "Master, I just focused on studying a few days ago, how come I'm fighting again."

"Hey, Mr. Chen, good morning." Shen Wenchang put away the red-tasseled gun, "You can't blame me this time, this chicken and chicken are on the same page."

Chen Jiyun stared blankly at the scene of the chicken chasing the chicken in front of him. He didn't think it before, but today he thinks it's quite fun.

"Mr. Chen?" Shen Wenchang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Chen Jiyun.

"Oh, oh." Chen Jiyun returned to his senses, "No wonder my ancestors liked to play cockfights, it's quite interesting."

"Ah? Your ancestors also liked cockfighting?" Shen Wenchang's jaw dropped in shock.

"Yes, according to my grandfather, one of my ancestors not only has a brilliant literary talent, but also has a superb calligraphy and painting skills, and he is also superb in cockfighting."

"Then your bloodline is not orthodox?" Shen Wenchang blurted out, such an interesting ancestor, how could there be such a dull descendant.

"What are you talking about!" Chen Jiyun didn't like to hear it.

"Hey, I'm sorry sir, student, I said the wrong thing." Shen Wenchang cupped his hands and apologized, "By the way, sir, who is that ancestor of your ancestors? Are there any cockfighting formulas handed down?"

"My ancestors are the famous magic brushes of the previous dynasty, Chen Huaizui, Chen Jiyun. If you want to say that paintings and poems and songs have been handed down a lot, if you want to talk about cockfighting formulas, there seems to be no such thing." Chen Jiyun shook his head.

Shen Wenchang was stunned, then dropped the cherry blossom gun, and circled around Chen Jiyun: "Good guy, you are the descendant of Chen Jiyun, the one who can sell several thousand taels to tens of thousands of taels?"

"Yes." Chen Jiyun nodded.

"Hiss, that's not right, sir, why do you have the same name and surname as your ancestor?" Shen Wenchang pondered carefully, the names were the same.

"It's different. I have the same pronunciation as my ancestors. My mother hopes that my son will become a dragon and wants me to be a little bit of the glory of the ancestors." Chen Jiyun said and sighed. It is difficult for him to make a breakthrough in literature. He is still a scholar, but he is a bit like his ancestors, and he is not bad at painting, which is one or two points better than his ancestors.

"Hey, what's so good about your name? A painting of yours is so valuable. You were born a rich man. Do you still need to teach for a living?"

Chen Jiyun sighed when he heard the words, and looked up at the sky: "Before my grandfather left, there were still several boxes of paintings and calligraphy left by my ancestors, and many of them were collected by my ancestors, but they were all sold by my father for money. gone."

When Shen Wenchang heard the words, for some reason, his heart felt like an inexplicable awl was pricking him.

"Hiss!!" Shen Wenchang covered his heart tightly in pain.

"Master Shen, what's wrong with you?" Chen Jiyun panicked.

"No, nothing." Shen Wenchang's expression gradually eased, "I just felt sorry for your ancestors, so many paintings, how valuable are they all sold?"

"He left a painting of four generations living under the same roof, but he was too embarrassed to sell it. The rest even sold the self-portraits of my ancestors."

"Tsk tsk, your father is such a prodigal." Shen Wenchang looked disgusted.

"That's right, my father's lineage is not as good as the other lines. My father's sister, my aunt, married a Juren. At that time, her dowry consisted of two boxes of paintings, and they have kept them to this day. My father's cousins, no matter how hard they were, never sold paintings." Chen Jiyun shook his head repeatedly after saying that, "Our family has been wiped out by my father, can I not come out to teach?"

"Tsk tsk, hearing this, your father is really unfilial." Shen Wenchang felt sorry for those paintings, "Sir, you go back and burn incense for your ancestor. What if he jumped out of the grave in anger?"

"I jumped out to beat my father, and I didn't sell all the paintings." Chen Jiyun looked very calm, anyway, he didn't do anything to embarrass his ancestors, except that he was unreliable.

"That's right, sir, how is your father's body?" Shen Wenchang approached and asked.

"It's pretty tough."

"Well, it's pretty good, it's good to be beaten. After a hundred years, when I go to Huangquan to meet my ancestors, I won't become a ghost in a ghost, a soul in a soul." Shen Wenchang said seriously.

Hearing the words, Chen Jiyun said with a straight face: "Mr. Shen has caused countless troubles since he was a child, and he can still live well to this day. He is also very resistant to beatings. Just be careful, if you get skinned, you may go directly from a human to a ghost."

After finishing speaking, Chen Jiyun turned back to the house, opened the door, glanced at the two chickens in the yard and said, "If these two chickens continue to fight, they will become more and more resistant to beating, from chickens to chicken souls."

Shen Wenchang opened his mouth, hey, you are sir, you are arrogant, what does your father's resistance to beating have anything to do with my resistance to beating?

"Chen Jiyun's descendants are not very good, so no matter how good they are at reading, they may not always protect their descendants. People, it's better to have fun in time." Shen Wenchang shook his head while walking, and was still chasing after him in circles. Near the two chickens, he grasped the two chicken legs with quick eyes and hands, and said to the two struggling chickens: "Go back to the nest, go back to the nest, or I will really be beaten."

At this time, the sun has quietly risen from the east, the sky is getting brighter, and a beautiful day has begun.