Today's morning light came very late. When I saw that the sky was no longer burning with flames but transparent and clear, the cicada clothes in the yard breathed a little relieved.

But the noise outside and the loud noises and heavy horse hooves have not stopped.

The low talk in the alley kept coming in, and the chaotic footsteps were not stopped all night. Many people took to the streets, but she didn't dare.

Of course, she is not afraid of being caught, or even if she dies, she is not afraid of it. What she is afraid of is the consequences of her true identity, which is even more terrifying.

The door was pushed open and Yang Jingchang walked in.

"Master." Chanyi stepped forward and said hurriedly, "How are they?"

Yang Jingchang said: "Don't worry, the officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp did not arrest people when they entered the city, and they also stopped the black armored guards and did not disperse the people. They just maintained the prevention of riots. The people were also very quiet, just following Mr. Qingxia's coffin along the street."

Chanyi burst into tears, she raised her hand and wiped it randomly, saying, "Where is him? How is he?"

There was only one person in Chanyi's mouth. Yang Jingchang said, "She looks okay." He sighed again, "This child won't worry." It seems that she will never be able to tell whether she is good or bad.

Cicada Yi nodded with tears.

"I suffered some injuries when fighting with the Black Armored Guard in Zuixian Tower. I don't need to worry about the minor injuries. She was at the front and lifted the front in the middle. She changed hands several times in about a night, but she never let go."

"Now they are in front of the palace, and they are not breaking through the palace gate or making noise, they are just standing silently."

"Now it's dawn, the palace gate is open, and all the adults are coming out."

When Yang Jingchang said this, Chanyi was a little nervous: "What are the adults going to do?"

Yang Jingchang said: "Of course, adults need to live on."

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"A man cannot be resurrected when he dies, and His Majesty is also very sad about Mr. Qingxia's affairs."

"I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly. I will give Mr. Qingxia an explanation and everyone an explanation."

"But now, we should do what we need to do well in the imperial examination so that we can live up to Mr. Qingxia."

"Mr. Qingxia must not want to see you like this."

People who received the latest news in the teahouse in the morning were talking loudly. Although many people were parading fearlessly, there were still many people who were timid and protected themselves, and it was impossible to blame if they didn't go.

They are concerned about the progress of things in another way.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this: "Are you all comforted?"

"Please comfort? How is that possible! That's a scholar." The narrator raised his voice, and at this moment he was also a scholar. "Can you forget about the scholar's affairs like this?"

“No one retreated.”

"Many scholars expressed concern about this examination. A student named Kang was fearless and pointed out that Mr. Qin Tan wanted to intervene in the examination, and Mr. Qingxia was forced to death."

Scholars are amazing. The audience is amazed and admired by the courage to accuse Qin Tangong of this.

"Zhaoye Wang said that these are speculations, and we need to verify everything before we talk about it, but he still asked the supervisor how to believe that there is no problem with the examination?"

"Sen Kang Jian said a lot about how to choose the exam reviewer and the promotion officer must announce the seat arrangements in the examination room, and I don't understand it."

"In short, besides Kang Jiansheng, there are many people who have made random suggestions. Both Wang Xiangye and Chen Xiangye agreed."

"There is also that Qi Xiu who was arrested, not handed over to the Ministry of Justice. This time, Mr. Qingxia's case was investigated by Dali Temple and the Censorate, and the Ministry of Justice will also be investigated by Dali Temple and the Censorate."

After hearing this, the people present breathed a sigh of relief and nodded indignation.

"It's too much."

"A person as good as Mr. Qingxia was forced to jump off the building..."

"It must be found out."

"Then have all the candidates separated?"

There is no need to ask this question anymore. The sound of chaotic footsteps came from the street, accompanied by the sound of "coming, here comes", and people in the teahouse were pouring out. A group of people came over the street in Chenguang. The black heads and white belts made the morning light dim.

At the front is a coffin, with more than a dozen people surrounding them, most of them were teenagers. Their faces were haggard and their eyes were red. The teenagers were not good-looking at this time, but the people on the street did not look away, and they looked more serious and focused than when they were wearing bright clothes and angry horses.

The group of people were silent, crying or condemning, and walked silently, and only walked on the street, walking away with footsteps.

It was not until the group of people walked over that the people on both sides of the street dared to vent their anger.

Silence is sometimes scarier than noise.

"Are you going to bury Mr. Qingxia?"

"Burn here or go back to Chang'an?"

"Mr. Qingxia's family is in Chang'an, and the students are here to hold the funeral."

"When it comes to students, that's Xue Qing, I really didn't expect it..."

Hearing this, the people around him looked at the person who was talking. This was the manager of a restaurant. His expression was a bit strange at this time.

"Don't you know?" he whispered to the people around him, "That Xue Qing, I wrote a poem again yesterday."

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"...a song of Pipa... in Zuixianlou, I haven't seen it yet..."

"...No matter what he does, it is true that he dies when he writes poems..."

"...I didn't expect that this time it would be fulfilled by his husband...that boy must be very upset."

"..Pitiful..."

"...When Mr. Qingxia had an accident, he was drinking flower wine in Zuixianlou...Young man is romantic..."

"...I heard that's not. I'm having a relationship with that female prostitute, and Chunxiao is from Chang'an..."

"...Yes, I heard that I had sex when I was in Chang'an Mansion... So Chunxiao was kicked out of Chang'an..."

"...Xue Qing is a son-in-law, how can his father-in-law Guo's family let him hang out with the brothel girl..."

"...No, it depends on which father-in-law. Our old man Liu said that Chunxiao can come in and be a young man..."

"...uh...this...how many father-in-laws in this... Xue Qing has?"

"...No, aren't we talking about poetry? Why do we talk about this?"

Poetry is interesting to literati, and it is more fun for the people. So in addition to Mr. Qingxia's death, Xue Qing and the miserable prostitute Chunxiao also spread. In addition, Miss Guo and some people actively introduced Miss Liu's family. One man and three women are a playbook, and the people are happy to talk about it.

The sun was already bright, and Mr. Qingxia's courtyard was crowded with people, and there was a low voice, but there was no slight chaos, but it was a different kind of quiet.

The coffin was placed in the main hall, and the funeral was handled by the court and older students. Mr. Qingxia's family had also informed him that the teenagers in Chang'an Mansion were the most idle at this time, sitting in front of the coffin to guard the spirits.

The group of teenagers did not speak as usual, but remained silent, occasionally raising their heads and looking a little confused.

It’s not that they have seen death, but it is completely different from the last time they saw Duan Shan’s death in Tingyulou.

This is appropriate for oneself, caught off guard, and it is also difficult to understand... It turns out that good people can die, and they can die so easily.

There was a light sound and someone stood up, and the teenagers raised their heads.

"I'll go out." Xue Qing said.

Zhang Shuangtong looked up and said, "Don't worry, Miss Chunxiao was not captured. Just cry as she paraded along the street as a Chang'an. No officer or soldier dared to arrest her now."

He said this seriously and seriously, but it was just that and he seemed aggressive.

Liu Chunyang said: "You can say less."

Zhang Shuangtong turned to look at him: "It's up to you to say something."

There was no yelling and making a big fuss, but such calm words were full of anger.

Zhang Liantang said, "Don't make a noise in front of the sir." He looked at Xue Qing again, "Where are you going?"

Xue Qing said: "I'll go to Mr. Chen's mansion and keep an eye on the case."

As the top of the gentleman's test, he came to the capital early. His connections in the capital were more wider than other teenagers, and it was just right to do these things, Zhang Liantang nodded.

Pei Yanzi also stood up and said, "I'll go to my cousin's place and watch."

Jiang Xian is Wang Lieyang's man, so both sides can stare at him and be more thorough. Zhang Liantang looked at them, his eyes fell on Xue Qing. He finally nodded in the end: "Go."

Xue Qing and Pei Yanzi did not speak anymore and walked out one after another.

The sunlight has gradually tilted, and there are officers and soldiers coming and going on the street. People gathered together to discuss, and the restaurants and tea shops opened very lively. The vendors resumed hawking on the street, which seemed to be no different from the past.

Xue Qing looked up at the sunset, one day after another...

"Let's go." Pei Yanzi patted his shoulder behind him and said.

Xue Qing withdrew his gaze and said, and the two walked side by side along the street. The six yamen were in one direction. Although they stayed up all night before evening, no one left the yamen.

Xue Qing passed by a team of black armored guards and walked past the Ministry of Justice without turning his eyes.

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"That Xue Qing was in Zuixianlou at that time."
To be continued...