Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 154 The target of public criticism
The name of this man is Zhou Tong. He was originally a poetic genius in the ancient country of Nanyang. Because he was excluded by his clan, he went to Dacang. As soon as he entered the country, he was favored by the people of Dingnanhou Mansion and he was accepted as one of the 72 masters. The "Last Night" that Lin Su once wrote was written by him. Only because he traveled far away from home, missed his wife at home, and thought deeply about it, could he create a peerless poem...

On that day, Dingnanhou promised him that as long as he wrote a peerless poem, he would let him go home, but he did not expect that Dingnanhou's heart of tiger and wolf, after squeezing out all their literary value, laid his hands on him, and his 71 A companion died tragically at the frontier. Because of his ability to detoxify, he narrowly escaped death.

A few days ago, he came to the capital and complained to the Ministry of War. He didn't know that Dingnanhou had already been exposed. After learning that Dingnanhou had been beheaded by His Majesty, he looked up to the sky and shouted three times, the sky has eyes...

The whole building exploded.

Zhao Yuanxiong yelled angrily: "Such cruelty and despicable behavior are human beings. Marquis Dingnan is not worthy of being a human being!"

Lu Yujing was also furious. Previously, she thought that although the Lin family was unbearable, they still had merits. But now it seems that they are worthless, a literary thief!

For a while, the crowd was excited, and everyone pointed their finger at Lin Su and criticized, some criticized Dingnanhou's mansion, and some criticized the literary thieves, and the atmosphere gradually reached a climax.

Qu Jin's face turned green and pale for a while, and he finally spoke: "Although the Qu Lin family are related by marriage, they don't know much about them after all. If it's true what Brother Zhang said...the Qu family will definitely not be with him..."

Once he opened his mouth, the lethality was even greater.

He and the Lin family are relatives, and even the relatives of the Lin family can't look down on them, which shows how unbearable Lin Su is...

There are two people watching with cold eyes.

One is Qiu Zixiu and the other is Zhang Haoran.

Qiu Zixiu may be born with such a nature and doesn't like to go along with anyone or anything, but Zhang Haoran simply doesn't believe it!

You say he is a literary thief, his writing style is indeed changeable, but, just yesterday, Lin Su wrote a colorful poem in the Green Willow Villa, with white clouds flying on the top of Jiugong Mountain, Cuiwei under the emperor's wind, and a thousand branches of mottled bamboos. Tears, red clouds, hundreds of flowers, thousands of heavy clothes... Who has been to Jiugong Mountain among the 72 masters?Who has heard of the fairy shadow falling into the mundane world when his great-grandfather attained enlightenment?Who has seen Bamboo?Has anyone seen the red leaves of bamboo?

Yesterday he was able to touch the scene to create emotion, and put pen to paper into colorful colors. Who can guarantee that he could not do it before?
If he brightened up his poem from yesterday, he might be able to bring a wave of rhythm, but before leaving, his grandfather specifically told him to listen more and talk less, and never stand in line blindly.

Zhang Haoran didn't speak, just watched with cold eyes.

Just as the atmosphere was getting hotter, a voice suddenly came from below: Mr. Lin Sulin is here!

The Zhaixing Building was suddenly quiet.

The real master who set off a frenzy has arrived.

Zhao Yuanxiong turned his head abruptly. In today's meeting, he regarded himself as the protagonist, because he was the Duke Huiyuan of the capital examination.

The Hui Yuan of the Beijing Government Examination is superior to the Hui Yuan of the states.

On the stage, Wang Chengnian's face slowly stretched out, once again revealing the unique high profile of the Confucianist. When Lin Su was mentioned just now, black lines ran across his face, because Lin Su had offended him, but as a Confucianist , There must be no lack of tolerance, he forced himself to calm down.

Zhang Haoran stared at the stairs, his face was unprecedentedly serious.

He sensitively felt that today's game of chess, those people have arranged it very carefully, it is extraordinary, it may be the biggest challenge for him to set foot in the capital, can he handle it?
Inside the gauze curtain, the three women looked at each other, and they all saw something strange in each other's eyes.

Xie Xiaoyan's face was reddish, she was very excited, she was finally able to see the young man who wrote "The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, I am haggard because of Yixiao". Before Lin Su set foot on the land of the capital, he bid farewell to Haining The song "Spring Sorrow" that he wrote to his colleagues in the brothel at that time had already entered the capital one step ahead of him. As soon as he arrived in the capital, he conquered all the girls in the brothel with his graceful style, including this peerless oiran. From that moment on, she wanted to see this legend figure.

As for Lu Youwei, she was nervous.She originally wanted to see him so much. In order to see him, she arranged her clothes last night and got up at dawn today, but now, she doesn't want him to appear, because she knows that a group of people have already laid a trap For him, including her elder brother Lu Yujing, she secretly sent a note to him, hoping that he would not participate, but he ignored her, so what could she do?

Only Bi Xuanji, nothing unusual, but her eyes are brighter, this is the biggest difference in the eyes of the two best friends, everyone knows that Bi Xuanji, is the most calm, the capital has always recognized, a hundred Changing thousands of illusions, Xie Xiaoyan, immovable as a mountain, Bi Xuanji, weak willows, Fufeng Lu Youwei.It is the truest portrayal of these three people.

The sound of footsteps was approaching, getting closer, and a person came up from the stairs. The eyes of the three girls lit up, and they looked boundless!
People in the capital usually focus on Lin Su's literary skills, and few people mention his elegant demeanor, but when they saw him today, everyone suddenly discovered that this literary legend, in terms of appearance alone, is also a peerless elegant demeanor.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose bridge, handsome and handsome.

His figure was neither fat nor thin, with the unique aura of a warrior.

What makes people more intoxicated is his eyes, his eyes are as bright as autumn water, but with the indifference of Qingfeng Jiyue and no worries.

Lin Su turned his eyes, glanced over the faces of the people in the building, gave a slight nod to Qu Jin, then landed on Zhang Haoran's face, walked past, and came to Zhang Haoran's side: "Brother Zhang, when did you arrive? "

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Haoran's face: "Brother Lin, please sit down!"

If you avoid answering his questions, how dare you ask when others will arrive?Didn't you see the face of Wang Chengnian Daru on the stage turned a little blue?He gave lectures, but you avoided coming, this is a slap in the face to the Great Confucianism!

Lin Su walked to Zhang Haoran's side and was about to sit down. Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him: "This is Mr. Lin Sulin?"

Lin Su looked at the young man in front of him and smiled slightly: "Exactly, Your Excellency is..."

"I am Chenzhou Huiyuan Zuo Chunlang!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Lin Su gently cupped his hands and sat down.

He sat down, but Zuo Chunlang didn't leave, he stared at him coldly, everyone in the audience stared at him, Lin Su raised his eyes, quite surprised.

Zuo Chunlang said coldly, "Your Excellency, do you really dare to sit down?"

Lin Su said: "Why not?"

Zuo Chunlang said: "On the fifth floor of the Zhaixing Building, there are all literary geniuses, literary thieves who deceive the world and steal their names. How dare they sit? How dare they sit?"

Lin Su's face darkened suddenly: "Why did brother Zuo say that?"

"Why did you say that? Haha... You probably don't know yet, right? Brother Zhang Hong and Zhang have just revealed a secret case of the Ministry of War, involving the 72 masters of Dingnan Houfu in the past. The poems you wrote before are all from your family Master did..."

He repeated what Zhang Hong said just now, and the atmosphere in the building was strange.

Lin Su's eyes passed through Zuo Chunlang in front of him, and slowly moved to Zhang Hong's face. He may not know others, but Zhang Hong, he does know, because this is the person he wants to target, and he has already researched it in all aspects. Pass.

Zhang Hong met his gaze indifferently.

"This is Zhang Hong, right?" Lin Su raised his finger, pointing at Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong stepped forward and came to him.

Lin Su arched his hands together: "Young Master Zhang, I'm sorry, I never thought that Young Master Zhang could design such a plot of the story, Master 72 poisoned 71, leaving only one, not bad! It's brilliant! If all 72 If you die, others won't believe it, leaving only one will have suspense and storytelling, right?"

Zhang Hongdao: "This is called the way of heaven, the retribution is not good, the Marquis of Dingnan has done a lot of evil, and he has his own warning from the way of heaven..."

"Let's put down the slogan first...can you let that poor survivor come over and face him as a hostage?" Lin Su interrupted him.

"I've known for a long time that you won't cry when you don't see the coffin. Come and bring Zhou Tong!"

Everyone in the building was shocked, there really was a Zhou Tong?Are all the things Zhang Hong said true?
In a short time, two red flag guards led a pale middle-aged scribe up to the fifth floor. As soon as the man arrived, he knelt down and complained sharply about the inhuman treatment he had received in captivity that day. Marquis Dingnan went to the secret room and ordered Each of them writes a poem a month. If they can't write it out, the soldiers' knives and sticks will intersect, and he will lift up his clothes, revealing shocking scars. Oh, these injuries are really hurt...

As soon as he heard that Dingnanhou's son was there, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed towards Lin Su desperately, wanting to eat Lin Su's flesh and drink his blood, his anger and hatred moved people.

Two red flag guards held him so that he couldn't get close. The man couldn't break free, crying, crying for his experience, crying for his companion, crying for his wife who is far away...

Everyone turned their angry eyes on Lin Su. Lin Su slowly drank the wine in his glass and stood up slowly: "Sir, can I ask a few questions?"

"I can't wait to eat your flesh..."

"I know, I know!" Lin Su said, "Before you eat my flesh, you straighten out some details, so that I, a literary thief, can be more undisputed. Isn't it in line with your wish?"

Everyone was slightly startled, and that was true. Based on the evidence in front of them, he could basically be identified as a literary thief, but after all, it was not [-]% ironclad evidence. Wouldn't it be better if the details could be perfected and he could be nailed to death?
Lin Su asked the first question: "You said that if you can't write poems, you will be crossed by soldiers with swords and sticks. The wounds on your body are all caused by soldiers with swords and sticks?"

"Exactly! Who would have thought that the famous Marquis of Dingnan would be so cruel to us powerless literati?" Zhou Tong had tears in his eyes again.

"When did it hit?"

"Last February! Just before this traitor was brought to justice."

Lin Su said: "Are you sure what you said is the truth?"

"You can learn from the sun!"

"What a lesson to learn from the sun!" Lin Su said coldly, "The person who taught you these words is a storyteller, but he doesn't understand medicine at all. How about I tell you a solid fact?  … The injury on your body was not formed in February last year. It took only two months at most. Excuse me, two months ago, my father’s grave was covered with grass, how did he crawl out of the ground and beat you like this? What does it look like?" Although Lin Su is not a medical professional, he is also a person with extensive knowledge. Some of the injuries on this person's body have not been completely healed, and they are definitely not old injuries of more than a year, and there are definitely new injuries.

The floor was shocked!

This is the detail?
There were scars all over that person's back and body. Looking at it was shocking. Others were aroused with anger, but he saw something deeper through the scars?Determine the specific time?
Zhou Tong yelled: "You talk nonsense, why do you..."

"It's easy to determine this, just find someone to test it out."

A clear voice came, but it was Zhang Haoran.

A voice suddenly came from outside the window: "Maybe some people will open their eyes and tell nonsense if you are looking for trouble, let me verify it!"

Suddenly, there was another person on the fifth floor. When this person appeared, it was like a room full of flowers. It was Zhang Yiyu. With Zhang Yiyu's hands together, he tore the ground, and the clothes on Zhou Tong's back were ripped open, revealing his back with countless scars. , Zhang Yiyu clapped his hands together, and slapped Zhou Tong on the back with a whip, tearing his skin to pieces.

Zhou Tong screamed loudly, Zhang Yiyu waved his hand lightly, Zhou Tong was restrained in place, unable to move or scream.

"This is the secret medicine of the Bishuixian sect. Its curative effect is a hundred times better than that of ordinary medicines. Sprinkling a single medicine is equivalent to the healing effect of ordinary Jinchuang medicines for two months. Let's wait and see the changes in this scar."

After the medicine was applied, the bloody wound changed, and soon stopped bleeding, and changed again, and the wound was finalized in about half a cup of hot tea.

When everyone saw it, they were shocked. The wound Zhang Yiyu hit with a whip was exactly the same as the old wound on his back.

"Verified, Mr. Lin is right! The injury on this back is only two months old, this person is lying!" With a light wave of Zhang Yiyu's hand, he released Zhou Tong's restraint, and Zhou Tong shivered under everyone's suspicious eyes trembling.

There was an uproar all over the building.

Zhang Hong sighed softly: "After this person escaped from captivity, he went all the way to the capital. During this time, he encountered many robbers, and it is normal to have some new injuries on his body. Why should Fairy Zhang be like this? Let this bullied person be tortured again ...Zhou Tong, although Fairy Zhang tired you and added new wounds, she did it to verify the facts and even gave you a elixir, so you can't hold her grudges against her."

Zhou Tong thanked Zhang Yiyu: "I don't dare to hate Fairy Zhang, I only hate the thief Lin Jiawen, my "Last Night" was stolen by him, I will die with peace!"

Lin Su smiled: "You wrote "Last Night"?"

Zhou Tong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Didn't expect that? The "Last Night" you used to pass the provincial examination, but today I ran into the right master..."

"Empty words have no proof! Zhou Tong, you can convince the public by explaining the process of creating "Last Night"!" Zhang Hong said.

Zhao Yuanxiong said: "Exactly! How can a colorful poem be formed without relevant experience, experience and thoughts in your heart? You can steal poems, can you steal other people's experiences?"

Zhou Tong started his lecture. His family lived in Xiuyi Town, Guguo, Nanyang. His family was originally well-off. There was a painting hall and an osmanthus hall in his family. After he left home, he missed his dead wife...

This speech was vivid and detailed, and everyone was moved.

(End of this chapter)