The Yuanjing Emperor looked at Wei Yuan and nodded, "What's the matter?"
Wei Yuan asked, "In the report sent back by the Administrative Commissioner of Qingzhou, did it clearly state that the poem was written by the Administrative Commissioner, Yang Gong?"
… What did he mean by that? The old foxes in the officialdom had a clue.
The Yuanjing Emperor did not answer, but asked, "What's the problem?"
The report did not clearly state that the poem was written by Yang Gong. The wording was as follows: Eunuch Yang ordered the officials of Qingzhou to erect a monument to warn the people.
This was a very clever wording. It was neither clear nor denied. From the Yuanjing Emperor's point of view, this was a tacit agreement.
"This poem was not written by Yang Gong. It was written by someone else. I feel that once this poem is circulated, it will be famous all over the world. For an individual, it is an opportunity that can only be encountered but not sought. It should not be monopolized by Yang Gong, "Wei Yuan said.
"Oh? When did Qingzhou have such a great talent? "The Yuanjing Emperor smiled and stared at Wei Yuan with interest," But, how did you know? "
It was not written by Yang Gong. It was written by someone else … Qingzhou does have many talents. It is a big province for the imperial examinations … The officials thought in their hearts. Following the question from the Yuanjing Emperor, they looked at Wei Yuan.
They were all wondering how Wei Yuan knew that this poem was not written by Yang Gong.
"It was not written by someone from Qingzhou," Wei Yuan shook his head.
The Yuanjing Emperor said with a questioning tone, "Hmm."
"Moreover, I also know that this poem was not written in Qingzhou. It was published more than a month ago. It was also not written by someone from Qingzhou, "Wei Yuan said again.
This time, the officials also followed with a doubtful "Hmm." The official who said "this is Daibun's poem" questioned:
"Duke Wei, don't keep His Majesty guessing."
Old haters, putting on hats as soon as they open their mouths.
It appeared more than a month ago … It wasn't made by the people of Qingzhou … The sharp officials had a thought and had a guess.
For a moment, the faces of the dukes turned strange.
Wei Yuan looked at the Yuanjing Emperor, whose face suddenly darkened, and said calmly, "This poem was written by the Gong Xu Qi'an, the night watchman of the yamen. The original work is still displayed in the yamen. Heh, if you all want to admire it, I can borrow it to read."
'As expected, it's him …' The hushed discussions rose again.
"This kid is so talented. It's a pity that he doesn't study."
"Humph, that Xu Pingzhi is just a vulgar Warrior, short-sighted."
"It would be great if Xu Qi'an could enter the Imperial College!"
At this time, even the officials of the court who did not like Xu Qi'an could not help but sigh with regret. If this kind of poetic talent was a scholar, of course, the prerequisite was that he was a scholar from the Imperial Academy, how good would that be?
No one doubted that Wei Yuan was lying, not even his political enemies. Wei Yuan could not and did not need to lie about this matter, which would make him look bad.
The official looked embarrassed, lowered his head and kept a low profile.
The Yuanjing Emperor snorted, "What do you mean by bringing this up?"
Wei Yuan laughed, "Of course, it's to help my subordinate make a name for himself."
The Yuanjing Emperor snorted coldly, but did not say anything.
Although he did not like Xu Qi'an, as the emperor, he would not be so obsessed with a small gong. Besides, there were many people in the court that the Yuanjing Emperor did not like.
Of course, if the little gong made a mistake or angered him, it would be another matter.
…
Mount Qingyun, Yunlu Academy.
A cloud goose flew over from the horizon, flapping its wings as it swooped down on Mt. Qingyun. It flew past courtyard after courtyard and pavilion after pavilion. In an exquisite pavilion by the cliff, in the observation hall on the second floor, it was easily grabbed by a hand.
In the distortion of the Light, the cloud goose turned into a finely cut paper goose, vivid and lifelike.
"Yang Ziqian sent a letter back." Li Mubai smiled and turned his head, informing the two great scholars who were playing chess in the room.
Zhang Shen and Chen Tai were playing to their hearts' content. Without raising their heads, they asked casually, "What does it say?"
Li Mubai opened the letter and read it with a smile. Not long after, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his expression gradually became ferocious.
"Shameless, absolutely shameless!" Li Mubai suddenly grabbed the letter in his hand and roared,
"Old thief Yang Gong, shameless, and unworthy of being a scholar. I, Li Mubai, am ashamed of him, ashamed of him. "
The sudden roar startled the two great scholars, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai.
"What's wrong with it? Can a letter from Ziqian make you so angry? "Zhang Shen shook his head helplessly and said mockingly,
"Chunjing, your temperament is not good. You are hot-tempered and easily angered, which is why you lost to Wei Yuan that year. Look at Wei Yuan, he is calm and unmoved like a mountain. "
Chen Tai shook his head, "Chunjing is indeed a little impatient. Let me see the letter."
Li Mubai was already beyond angry. His heart was filled with the color of lemon. He snorted angrily and threw the letter on the chessboard.
Zhang Shen reached out to pick it up and read it attentively. Yang Gong, Yang Ziqian, said in the letter that he met the inspector-general's team in Qingzhou and met Xu Qi'an.
Yang Gong praised Xu Qi 'an without restraint, calling him the best poet in Da Feng in the past five hundred years. As he praised Xu Qi' an, Zhang Shen felt that something was wrong. It seemed as if Yang Gong was showing off, as if Zhang Shen had eaten Xu Qi 'an's hand.
Looking further down, it was a poem:
You eat and drink, the people's blood and sweat. The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to bully — Xu Qi'an (Teacher Yang Gong)
The letter also said that it was copied from the inscription on the inscription.
Boom … The cliff shook violently, the gravel rolled, and the pavilion was shaking. The roar of Zhang Shen and Chen Tai resounded through the whole Yunlu Academy.
"Yang Gong, the old thief, is not worthy of being a teacher. I suggest that we kick this thief out of Yunlu Academy."
"A farewell poem is fine, but this one belongs to him? I don't accept it! "
"I'm so angry, so angry, he even wrote a letter to show off …"
...
After eating a Yunzhou style lunch at the courier station, Xu Qi 'an took a cold bath and felt refreshed.
He returned to his room in white underwear and opened the lid of the teapot. Green smoke rose and turned into a beautiful woman. She puffed her cheeks and said,
"Bastard!"
Xu Qi'an said helplessly, "I wanted to let you go, but I changed my mind."
Susu immediately changed her attitude and said coquettishly, "Master ~ ~"
Xu Qi'an squinted his eyes and looked at her.
"Master, what are you looking at?" Susu blinked her eyes, and made a seductive gesture, as if she was ready to be plucked.
"I'm thinking about how Ning Caichen operates." Xu Qi'an said bluntly.
"Who is Ning Caichen?"
"He is a scholar. He also fell in love with a succubus."
"That succubus must be greedy for his essence." Susu said angrily.
"Why?"
"Because I am a succubus. I am greedy for a man's essence."
"How are you greedy?" Xu Qi'an squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Tell me the truth. I will consider whether to let you go or not according to the seriousness of your sins."
"Suck with my mouth." Susu pretended to be innocent, "I only suck the evil bandits. I didn't kill innocent people."
"Suck where? Well, I am just curious about the succubus' means. "
"Suck the head."
"Which head?" Xu Qi'an's eyes shined with a sharp light.
Susu looked a little confused, but she still answered in detail. She poked her eyebrows with her slender finger and said, "Here."
The light in Xu Qi'an's eyes immediately went out. He said in a deep voice, "I have thought about it. You have done many evil things. I can't let you go easily. Go back."
Bang!
He covered the wine pot.
"What a waste of time..." Xu Qi'an muttered, got up, left the room, and knocked on Song Tingfeng's door.
"What's the matter?" Song Tingfeng originally planned to sleep and recover his energy. He had already taken off his pants, but Xu Qi'an came to knock on the door.
"The Imperial Inspector isn't here, but we can't slack off either. I plan to try to decipher the secret code that Zhou Min left behind. You and Guang Xiao are both experienced night watchmen. I believe your opinions will be useful for my deduction."
When Song Tingfeng heard Detective Xu Ningyan's words, he felt both honored and ashamed. After all, he was an authorized night watchman, and what he did the most was still violent output, not reasoning.
"Ning Yan, when it comes to solving cases … I'm not good at it."
"Have you heard of a saying?" Xu Qi'an said seriously.
Song Tingfeng shook his head.
Xu Qi'an said, "Some careless words solved my doubts. An inexplicable impulse made me continue to pursue. I've been paying close attention to your every move. "
Song Tingfeng said vigilantly, "Why do you pay attention to my every move? What do you want to do? "
"No, it's just a slip of the tongue..."
Xu Qi'an changed the topic, "By the way, what do you think about Miss Susu?"
As he spoke, he stared at Song Tingfeng, looking forward to seeing him cover his face and run away in shame.
When Song Tingfeng heard about Miss Susu, his heart ached. He said in a deep voice, "It will be my life's regret if I can't find her in this life."
She is in my room... Hasn't this guy realized it yet? It doesn't make sense. As long as she is with Zhu Guangxiao, Susu's operation will be exposed... They hide it from each other? Why?
Is it because I am more trustworthy? Xu Qi'an suddenly felt a little touched.
"By the way, Ningyan, don't tell anyone about Susu, including Guang Xiao." Song Tingfeng warned.
"Don't worry, my mouth is sealed." Xu Qi'an showed a bright smile and said, "By the way, is it because I am more trustworthy than Guang Xiao?"
"No, why do you have such an illusion?" Song Tingfeng looked at him strangely. "Because you have no bottom line in the matter between men and women, so I am not afraid of you knowing it. Anyway, it can't be worse than you. "
"... We went to the Musical House together. Why do I have no bottom line? Just because I slept with Fu Xiang, and you slept with an ordinary beauty?" Xu Qi'an was not convinced. He thought, "I don't refine copper or love my mother, why do I have no bottom line?"
"Every time I talk to other colleagues about you sleeping with Fu Xiang every night and not paying the money, everyone scolds, 'Damn, you are a jerk!'"
"..."
The two knocked on Zhu Guangxiao's door together. Song Tingfeng frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so quiet? I just felt something was wrong."
Zhu Guangxiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he stopped and finally looked at Xu Qi'an.
"Why are you looking at me? Do you also think I am a jerk?" Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes angrily.
The three of them went to the room where Zhou Min's relics were stored. After carefully examining them for a long time, Song Tingfeng was discouraged. "We have looked at these things over and over again countless times."
Zhu Guangxiao looked at Xu Qi'an. "Ningyan, do you think there are clues related to the code in the relics?"
"Do you remember how I solved the puzzle and found the code?" Xu Qi'an paced around the relics and carefully imparted knowledge.
"Empathy is an indispensable part of reasoning. Zhou Min's case is different from the Sampo Case. Sampo at least has traces to follow, and we can find the melon by following the vines.
"But there are no other clues in this case. The only clue is to crack the code left by Zhou Min."
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao nodded slightly, deep in thought.
With the experience of the Sampo Case, they had some experience in solving cases, but they were still at the stage of imitating others. If there was another case similar to the Sampo Case, the two could imitate Xu Qi'an's approach and try to solve the case.
But once the starting point of the case changed, they were at a loss.
In martial arts novels, Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were still at the stage of practicing swordplay, while Xu Qi'an had no moves to win. There was no sword in his hand, but there was a sword in his heart.
"Don't just nod. Tell me what you think."
Song Tingfeng said uncertainly, "The code was left for us to crack, so the clue is actually in a very obvious and easy place to find. Let's see if we can find it or not."
"Very good. Blind Monk, you've found the point." Xu Qi'an teased.
Then, he opened the note, looked at the two sets of code, and said, "These are two sets of numbers. The numbers are in the form of a code, so they must correspond to a certain codebook. If we find the codebook, we can solve the puzzle."
Because a simple string or a few strings of numbers were meaningless, the meaning was not in the numbers themselves, but the information that the numbers referred to.
There must be a codebook among them.
"Other than the word 'Mo', the rest are all numbers. The clue will definitely not be placed in the map, so where can there be a large number of numbers?" Zhu Guangxiao asked, puzzled.
"There are too many clues with numbers. Aren't there numbers in the books?" Song Tingfeng said.
"Good, very good conjecture." Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up. "Let's assume that these two sets of code exist in a certain book. According to our previous train of thought, what book is the easiest for us to find?"
Song Tingfeng felt that his suggestion was accepted. He analyzed in high spirits, "Three-Character Classic, Daibun Dictionary, Yunzhou Annals?"
These were all books that could be easily found in Yunzhou. Three-Character Classic was a primer, Daibun Dictionary, and every yamen had a copy. Yunzhou Annals was the "history book" of Yunzhou. It was also very common in yamen, and even courier stations had it.
The three of them first asked the courier to find these books, but they did not flip through them immediately, because there was still a problem in front of them.
Zhu Guangxiao asked, "What does the number represent? How do we find it?"
"When a man loses a large amount of protein, his brain will temporarily not work well," Xu Qi'an looked at him and said seriously, "At this time, he needs to rest or nourish himself."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that these numbers either represent the number of pages or the number of words. This is the simplest reasoning, "Xu Qi'an answered.
Song Tingfeng opened Three-Character Classic. "It definitely is not the number of pages, because Three-Character Classic is only so thick."
As he spoke, he flipped through Three-Character Classic. "The 162 word is' righteousness', and the 347 word is' emotion '.
"The other codes have also been deciphered. The two sets of codes given by Zhou Min, when put together, are: Mo Ren's human nature …
"Okay, this is wrong."
At the same time that Song Tingfeng failed, Xu Qi'an and Zhu Guangxiao were also deciphering the other two books.
Zhu Guangxiao said, "Mo Hua Shuishui Dongzhong … Okay, this is also wrong."
The two looked at Xu Qi'an. He said gloomily, "Silence is going to be in Bai Piao."
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