Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

"Fan Qingtian!" The people cried out sadly, looking at Fan Xin with red eyes.

Fan Xin turned around and waved his hands silently, signaling everyone to leave quickly.

Seeing that Fan Xin had made up his mind, Mr. Wu paused his walking stick and said loudly: "Folks, don't embarrass Fan Qingtian, let's go!"

Looking at the people dispersing one after another, Qiu Shenji wiped his sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fan Xin, let's go?"

After what happened just now, he no longer dared to underestimate this seventh-grade county magistrate.

"The Disposer will wait for a moment while I go back and change into clean clothes."

"Then hurry up, the Queen Mother is still waiting to interrogate you in Luoyang."

Fan Xin nodded, returned to the Yamen, packed his belongings into his baggage, and gave Zhou Dian a few more words, then took a look at the room he had lived in, and walked resolutely into the prison car.

In the pouring rain, Qiu Shenji, wearing a raincoat, waved his hand, and the prison car slowly drove out of the Yamen and onto the main street of Wushui County.

In the prison car, Fan Xin wrapped himself in thin clothes and tried to keep his body warm.

Although Qiu Shenji didn't put shackles on him, just being exposed to the rain in this weather was enough to make him suffer.

Suddenly the prison car shook and stopped.

Liuzi couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, look, the people have come to see you off!"

Fan Xin raised his head and looked outside through the dim sky. In the heavy rain, an endless number of people were standing on both sides of the street, looking at him silently.

The rain had already soaked their clothes, but no one chose to leave.

"You guys can't bear to leave me..."

Fan Xin sighed softly and looked at Qiu Shenji on the horse.

"Chief Qiu Chu, can you let the officials and the people meet?"

Qiu Shenji looked at Fan Xin, then at the dense crowd of people, and impatiently ordered the soldiers to open the prison cart.

When the people saw Fan Qingtian coming out, they all fell to their knees.

"Mr. Wu, what are you doing? Get up quickly!"

Fan Xin's expression changed, and he jumped out of the prison car and helped the white-haired old man kneeling in the middle of the road.

Mr. Wu raised his face and choked.

"Fan Qingtian, we all can't bear to leave you..."

"Once you leave this world, there will be no more blue sky!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

This scene made everyone present moved. Even the lieutenant who followed Qiu Shenji had a complicated look on his face.

"Disposer, this Fan Xin should be a good official. Is the imperial decree wrong?"

"Yes, the general has never seen such a scene in many years. Today is really an eye-opener."

Qiu Shenji sat on his horse and watched this scene silently, his face gloomy and terrifying.

He didn't expect that this humble seventh-grade official would be so loved by the people.

Thousands of people came to see him off despite the pouring rain. This was the first time he had seen him in officialdom.

"Given time, this boy will definitely be a powerful enemy." Qiu Shenji thought to himself.

However, as soon as this idea came to his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly the next moment.

A pair of gloomy eyes stared at the road ahead and his voice trembled.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible. How could the common people give Fan Xin the Wanmin Umbrella!"

"This must be fake!"

In order to verify the authenticity, Qiu Shenji jumped off his horse and came closer.

When he saw the crooked name on it, he took a few steps back with a look of shock in his eyes.

After being in the officialdom for more than ten years, he unexpectedly encountered the Wanmin Umbrella, which was rare in a century!

How can this be?

a long time.

Qiu Shenji took a deep breath and got on his horse. He made up his mind that when he got to Luoyang, he would kill Fan Xin when Empress Dowager Wu Fengyan was furious, otherwise the threat would be too great.

……

In front of the prison car, Fan Xin's eyes were red even though he was soaked to the skin.

"Mr. Wu, how can I dare to bother you all to make such an umbrella? I deserve it!"

"Magistrate Fan, we are unable to protect you. We can only send you a Wanmin umbrella to protect you from the wind and rain."

"At the same time, let the ministers in the court see whether you are a good official!"

After saying this, Mr. Wu smashed his walking stick hard and said with great anger.

"Folks, bring the Wanmin Umbrella and let Fan Qingtian open it!"

"Yes!"

The people shouted loudly and came to Fan Xin holding umbrella cloths in their hands.

"Magistrate Fan, please take the umbrella!"

Fan Xin looked at these simple faces in front of him, his eyes were red and his lips were trembling.

How about being wrongfully imprisoned.

So what if we were escorted to Luoyang?

To be recognized by these people, he is worthy of being a seventh-grade county magistrate!

The next moment, Fan Xin lifted up the hem of his robe and kneeled into the water, saying loudly.

"Wushui County Magistrate Fan Xin is willing to take the umbrella!

Bang!

The umbrella cloth was opened, and a cover with dense fingerprints and names printed on it firmly protected Fan Xin.

Taking over the umbrella, Fan Xin got up from the ground and stood in the prison car again in front of the people's attention.

Where the wheels passed, people on both sides of the road knelt down in puddles one after another, crying loudly and shouting for Fan Qingtian to go well.

The crying was so loud that it drowned out the pouring rain!

Standing on the prison car, Fan Xin glanced at the faces of these people one by one, trying to remember their appearance in his heart.

He knew that what awaited him in Luoyang would be death, and it was absolutely impossible to meet him again.

This is the place where he first arrived, and it carries too many emotions.

Now that I am about to leave, I still feel somewhat reluctant to let go.

Finally, the prison car arrived at the city gate.

Several deputies walked to the prison car and held their fists in an unprecedented gesture.

"Magistrate Fan, it's time for us to hit the road. Do you think we should tell the people not to follow us anymore?"

Fan Xin nodded and looked back at the thousands of people who were following him silently.

Suddenly he knelt down in the prison car and said in a loud voice.

"Folks, we won't see you again in Luoyang!"

"Farewell to everyone, Fan Xin!"

"Fan Qingtian, please take care of yourself, we are waiting for you to come back!"

The people all knelt down and shouted back.

Fan Xin nodded solemnly, turned around and motioned to the soldiers driving the carriage to speed up.

As the prison van left, faint cries could be heard in the rain behind them.

After the prison car traveled a certain distance, Qiu Shenji ordered the team to stop and said to the two guards.

"You two go to Luoyang immediately to report to the Queen Mother, please rest assured that Li Chong and Fan Xin will be escorted to Luoyang soon!"

"I will obey your orders!" The two guards clasped their fists and rode away.

……

Luoyang, Guanfeng Hall.

Wu Zetian stood in front of the desk with a brush in hand, sketching on the white paper with concentration.

Shangguan Wan'er held the water basin and came closer to observe, then smiled and said.

"The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the rough wind knows the loyal ministers. Is the Queen Mother planning to give this calligraphy to Fan Xin?"

"Yes, this boy has made great contributions. I have been thinking about it, besides his rank and title, what else should I reward him with."

"I simply wrote a poem and left it to him as a family heirloom."

Putting down her brush, Wu Zetian washed her hands in the basin and changed the subject.

"By the way, where has Fan Xin gone? Why hasn't there been any news for so long?"

Shangguan Wan'er smiled slightly and said, "It's probably going to be soon. As Fan Xin is a civil servant, I'm afraid that Commander Qiu will arrange a comfortable carriage for him. The journey will inevitably be slower."

Wu Zetian thought deeply and said: "You are right, Qiu Shenji can understand my heart best, it should be like this..."

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