Lang Jun is coming

After rushing back to the capital, Meng Ruanqing wrote a letter and handed it to the officials. In addition to explaining that the epidemic in Ningzhou was basically under control, and the progress of the embankment reconstruction, together with the strange guess of the account books investigated with Chen Juncong, Junxiu's handwriting fell. Thousands of words eloquently.

Zhang Le, the owner of the Zhang Mansion, is the secretary supervisor, in charge of the secretary department, and his position is only a little lower than that of Pei Yanfu's political advisor.Therefore, the location of the mansion is also outstanding in the north of the city.

It has been nearly three years since Meng Ruanqing was transferred from the post of secretary and junior supervisor since the restructuring in the eighth year of Jianyuan.The time spent in the secretary province and the third division is [-]-[-].Generally speaking, secretary supervisor Zhang Lequan can be regarded as half of his teacher.

Meng Ruanqing came here today not to visit the teacher, but for the teacher's only son, Dali Temple Minister Zhang Wenyu.

Originally, it was enough to go to Dali Temple to find someone, but these two days coincided with Xiumu, so he found the mansion.

"In front is the polo playing field. The head of the family is in the backyard. Deputy Envoy Meng is going here."

The servant leading the way stopped Meng Ruanqing who was about to go the wrong way in time.

Hearing this, Meng Ruanqing calmly took his feet and thanked her.As soon as the two of them entered the backyard, there was a faint melody.Listening to the singing, I feel light and tactful, with soft words and warm fragrance.

He couldn't help asking: "Master Zhang is listening to music?"

The servant said with a smile: "Recently, there has been a new kind of southern song, which sings more strange things. The master thought it was new, so he also found a troupe to perform a song, and the song was "Meeting the Immortal."

Nanqu began to rise in the south of the Yangtze River, and then slowly followed the cargo ships and merchants to the capital.Right now, this song "Meeting the Immortal Resentment" is especially favored by ladies from aristocratic families in the capital.

When I walked in, I saw several tables and tables placed in the garden, and a stage was set up in front, singing lively.It was autumn at this time, and the flowers in the garden were mostly withered, so I had to place many kinds of silk flowers on the table to meet the occasion.

Meng Ruanqing stood still, glanced over Zhang Wenyu, who was about to doze off, and turned to Zhang Lequan, "Teacher."

As soon as the address was spoken, Zhang Lequan tapped his fingers on the table and paused, with a contented expression on his face, he responded slowly, "Yizhi is here, sit down."

He let him sit down, and Meng Ruanqing sat respectfully beside Zhang Le, thought for a while and said, "Teacher, the student would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Naturally, it was the drought rumors that helped.

According to what Chen Juncong said, Zhang Wenyu is an indispensable part.Although there is Pei Lian's relationship, it is still a little unfamiliar.Adhering to steady and steady strikes, Meng Ruanqing brought out his teacher-student relationship with Zhang Lequan.

Zaizhi Liu Hanqiu's Menxia Province, Lu Shijue's Zhongshu Province, and the Shangshu Province in charge of the six departments, plus the three divisions known as "Jiang Xing".These few are now the eye of the storm, the center of the vortex of power.Only the Ministry of Secretary, because of his special position, has an atmosphere of "retiring the old and returning to his hometown" up to now.

Fortunately, although Zhang Lequan usually looks like he can resign from office in the next moment, he still cares about the relationship between teachers and students.When Meng Ruanqing explained his purpose, he didn't stop anything.Only reminded with the sound of gongs, drums and flutes: "A few days ago, someone wrote an article "On the Suffering People", which was widely spread. It detailed a lot of "virtuous losses" of the New Party, and only attributed the name of drought to you. On the head. Compared with policy theory, I would rather call it a 'Calling Paper'."

Meng Ruanqing was taken aback, and was about to say something.Suddenly there was a commotion outside, the young man from the Third Division came into the garden and hurriedly shouted: "Deputy Envoy Meng, hurry up and think of a way, the mob rushed into the Third Division, saying they want to eliminate rape!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the garden was surprised, all because of the two words.

Mob, anti-rape.

The mob is already defined seriously, and the rape is even more frightening.They were all listening to the roll call in front of the Chongzheng Hall and devoted themselves to the Heng Dynasty. Where did the traitors come from?

But there was no time for them to think, Meng Ruanqing's face changed drastically, and he hurried out of Zhang's mansion without saying hello, got on his horse and rushed to Sansi.

Not long after, Zhang Wenyu got up with a "huh" and said seriously: "Okay!"

He wanted to understand what the boy said.Perhaps it has not rained for a long time, coupled with rumors of drought, almost no crops this autumn.The people's rationality has reached the limit, and they want to vent their anger on the third division!

Today we met Xiu Mu again, not to mention the third division, even his Dali Temple didn't have anyone in charge.Meng Ruanqing's trip was like fighting alone.

Whether to fight alone or not, Meng Ruanqing didn't think so much for the time being.His mind was full of worries about the documents in the third division.Those are the detailed records of the new system that he discussed with Chen Juncong, Pei Lian and others, which took a lot of effort.

The third division has been surrounded by countless people, and everyone poured into it to vent their emotions.

"It's all new parties, God is angry, so it won't rain for us!"

"Give me back the food!"

"Smash the Sansi Mansion and wipe out the traitors for Daheng!"

The Wu Yang Yang group of people made loud noises, smashing the porcelain when they came across it, and tearing up all the paper and so on.Meng Ruanqing was caught in it, and under all kinds of chaos, he managed to save several important documents from the mob and kept them in his arms.

"Don't smash it!"

He raised his voice, hoping to bring back the rationality of this group of people, but his voice was quickly drowned out.The mob didn't even want to let go of the document in his hand, and they gathered to snatch it with overwhelming anger in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding air gradually thinned out, and many figures overwhelmed him.There seemed to be countless hands torn, and every bone in his body was trampled by the mad mob.

"Can't... can't..."

Blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his wrist was twisted in a strange posture at some point.Meng Ruanqing leaned on the ground, defending the newly made papers tightly, resisting all punches and kicks with his back.Until the line of sight dimmed, the world seemed to be upside down.With the last strength of his hands, he tried to support himself and climb up, but he still failed.

The group of people red-eyed finally snatched the document that they had desperately protected from him.In an instant, several hands scrambled to pull.

"do not want!"

Meng Ruanqing vomited a mouthful of blood and begged as the twisted wrist feebly grasped the corner of the linen clothes in front of him.

The slightly gray autumn sunlight hit the messy Sansi mansion.The scrolls that had been broken into countless pieces fell slowly like snowflakes with ink stains. Meng Ruanqing lay on his side on the cold brick, his breathing gradually stagnated, and the clarity in his eyes became weaker and weaker, and he was forever frozen in this moment .

"Stop! Dali Temple handles the case!"

Zhang Wenyu walked in a hurry, holding his waist card and kicking open Sansi's crumbling wooden door.A swarm of subordinates behind him rushed in and surrounded the rioting mob, and the sound of drawing swords kept coming and going.

The rationality that escaped from the cage returned, and everyone knew how to be afraid.In twos and threes, they lowered their heads and saw the tragedy, and couldn't help turning pale.

The Sansi Mansion, which was still noisy just now, was suddenly terribly silent, Zhang Wenyu shouted: "Go away!"

Everyone dispersed obediently like birds and beasts, and for a while, those who followed Zhang Wenyu gasped.

Blood, blood all over the ground.

On weekdays, the elegant Deputy Meng lay lifeless on the ground, his hands clenched tightly into fists, as if he was trying to grab the scraps of paper on his body, but in the end everything came to nothing.