The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yan Chengjin asked the Jinyiwei how to track down the case?

Ye Zhun spoke eloquently, fearing that he would be questioned for his unprofessional work.

Unfortunately, Yan Chengjin still sighed: "Too unprofessional."

"..." Ye Zhun.

The two sides discussed the matter for a quarter of an hour, and Yan Chengjin felt that it was settled, so he returned to the mansion.

A Jinyiwei said sadly: "Boss, it's just a painting. Can't we just wipe it off?"

Another Jinyiwei whispered: "Let's tell the adults that we really can't find it."

"You say it lightly!" Ye Zhun looked worried: "The adults suspect that it was revenge by the enemies in the court. If he doesn't find out the person, he will not be at ease.

If he is not at ease, how can we report it?"

Several Jinyiwei looked strange. How could it rise to the level of revenge just by painting a picture?

However, with the temperament of this adult...

Ye Zhun and others sighed at the same time.

Just when they went to rest, the traitor took advantage of the opportunity.

This courtyard is located in a remote area, and few people come here on weekdays. There is no place to ask, so how can we investigate?

The method Yan Chengjin taught him was to first check the source of the soil, and then check the famous painters in the capital.

But with only a few of them, how long will it take to find out?

"If we can't find out within two days, we can only report to the commander."

The boss is familiar with Yan Chengjin, and he will come forward and write a self-criticism at most, which will not be too difficult.

When Ye Zhun sighed.

But he saw a scholar not far away, holding a piece of soil in his arms and walking to the wall, painting as if no one else was around.

This luck is too good, right? Ye Zhun slapped his thigh suddenly, overjoyed: "Quick! The witnesses and evidence are all here, catch him... catch him!"

The four Jinyiwei also had their eyes shining, and one rushed over and pressed the scholar against the wall.

Wu Huan was shocked and stammered: "Sirs, I am not a criminal, we have arrested the wrong person."

The attendant hurriedly protected the young master: "Sirs! We have arrested the wrong person."

"Let's go into the palace and talk."

Ye Zhun was as happy as if he had been promoted. He didn't know how to explain to Yan Chengjin, but in a blink of an eye, he caught the man.

Yan Chengjin thought of the painting just now, which was very vivid from the brushwork to the expression.

I vaguely guessed that it might be Tang Bohu who returned to the capital.

If you pass the Liangxiang engineer exam, you are eligible to participate in the imperial examination.

In theory, Tang Bohu and Xu Jing were punished as clerks and could not participate in the imperial examination.

But now they can take advantage of the loopholes in the policy and participate in the imperial examination.

He Nengxi smiled and ran in: "Young master, the person has been caught!"

Yan Chengjin's heart moved, and he walked to the front yard, and saw the Jinyiwei escorting a scholar in.

This scholar is not Tang Yin.

His features were delicate, his eyes were a little fearful and evasive, and his face was red.

"Sir, I have searched him. You can interrogate him without worry. I am outside the mansion." Ye Zhun left him here and stood up to leave.

Yan Chengjin saw that it was not Tang Yin, and his face relaxed a little: "Why did you defile the white wall of my mansion?"

"I walked by this wall and saw that it was white and delicate... I thought of Hu Zhai and was touched. I couldn't help but draw a few pictures." Wu Huan stammered.

He took out his money bag from his bosom with shame and presented it respectfully.

"I am willing to repay you with money."

The paintings on the wall, with the narration, can indeed be seen as cartoons.

From the bottom of my heart, this person has a talent for cartoons, but no one has discovered it.

Yan Chengjin looked at his silver bag and saw a lot of silver. Whose young master is this in the capital?

"Who are you?"

"Student Wu Huan." The scholar blushed and whispered honestly.

"What family background is he from?"

Wu Huan hesitated slightly. He could recognize that the one who had just arrested him was the Jinyiwei. If he could command the Jinyiwei, he must be an official.

He was unreasonable first, and he was afraid of bringing trouble to his family.

"Students should take responsibility for their own actions..."

Wu Huan dodged his gaze and glanced at Yan Chengjin with a guilty conscience.

Outside the gate of Yan's mansion,

Ye Zhun had just come out of the mansion not long ago.

The subordinates came to report in a hurry: "Captain, the one who was just arrested is the second son of Wu Kuan, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel."

Ye Zhun's heart moved slightly. It was still in time to go in and get the person out.

But after thinking about it, he calmed down again.

"It's not a big problem, don't panic, Lord Yan will handle it."

...

Wu Mansion,

The blue-clothed attendant reported in a panic: "Master, the young master was arrested by the official in Xicheng."

Wu Kuan looked calm, stroked his beard and asked: "Why was he arrested?"

"Painting..."

Wu Kuan was a little depressed. He was good at calligraphy and his reputation in the capital was not inferior to Li Dongyang.

The eldest son was personally taught and became a secretary in the court.

Only the second son had no interest in calligraphy, but liked to paint.

"Was he arrested by the Wucheng Bingmasi or Shuntianfu? I will go and get him now."

Wu Kuan put down the book and was very calm.

The government offices in the capital are all related to the Ministry of Personnel. The year-end plan is coming again, and he is not afraid that the officials will not give face.

The blue-clothed attendant said cautiously with a stern face: "The young master was not taken to the government office, but in a private house."

Wu Kuan's heart moved slightly. It was a serious crime to use the government servants as private slaves.

Instantly, he was startled and grabbed the servant's hand: "You said that there are officials following the private house in Xicheng District?"

"Yes."

"Does the private house have no plaque and is extremely dilapidated?"

"How did the master know?"

Wu Kuan staggered a few steps. Damn! That was Yan Chengjin's residence.

Everyone knows that the person impeached by this kid will either retire or be exiled.

He won't impeach me because my son scribbled on the wall, right?

Wu Kuan comforted himself that he had never done anything wrong in his ten years as an official. What would he be afraid of Yan Chengjin?

"Prepare the sedan chair and go to Yan's residence!"

Although Wu Kuan had heard that Yan's residence was monitored by guards, he had never been there.

Not long after, he arrived outside the gate of Yan's residence.

Looking at this courtyard without a plaque, it was really as shabby as Wang Hua said.

But the wall was painted with a layer of lime. I guess the owner couldn't stand it.

He knocked on the door lightly.

"Tell Yan Chengjin that Wu Kuan, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel, is here to visit."

After a moment, a voice came from the door: "Sir, what do you want to see my young master for?"

The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.

Feeling offended, Wu Kuan snorted coldly: "Take my son and report it."

When he heard the other party's background and saw the temperament between his eyebrows, he knew that he had to ask the young master for instructions to avoid ruining the young master's business.

Wu Huan was a little at a loss. Fifteen servants stood in a row with weapons in hand, staring at him covetously and ready to rush over at any time.

Yan Chengjin has not asked for compensation so far. He is scared and cried: "Sir, please let me pay the money quickly, I was wrong."

"I don't want silver, you want to compensate me like this." Yan Chengjin said lightly.

Wu Huan almost cried.

"You can draw the whole Fox House on these grids with charcoal pencils, and then you will have paid off my debt."

Yan Chengjin drew grids on the book, just like the grids in a comic book, waiting to be filled in

Wu Huan was a little surprised: "Can such a small grid hold a painting?"

"If I say it's okay, it must be okay."

At this moment, the doorman walked in quickly and reported: "Master, there is a man outside the door, saying that he is the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and he is here to pick up his son..."

Wu Kuan?

This man is an old scholar, who almost passed the imperial examination, and his talent was highly appreciated by Emperor Hongzhi.

When he first served as the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel, his mother passed away, and Ding You had to observe mourning for three years. If it were an ordinary person, his official position might not be preserved.

But because Wu Kuan was too outstanding, Emperor Hongzhi suspended his salary and continued to serve as the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

"Are you Lord Wu's son?"

Wu Huan nodded fearfully and said, "Lord, please don't tell my father about painting."

Soon, He Neng led Wu Kuan into the courtyard.

Wu Kuan met Yan Chengjin and said straight to the point, "Lord Yan, I heard that my son painted your wall. Here is the silver. As a small compensation, I will take him away."

Seeing the fifteen servants holding weapons next to him, he couldn't help but feel angry.

After all, he was worried about his son, so he pulled him over to take a look. Fortunately, he was not hurt at all. Fortunately, I came quickly.