Compared to democracy, the greatest advantage of power was that many things could be suppressed and resolved within a very small area. At this time, the Revolutionary Army had entered Hangzhou, which was the time when power was at its peak. Therefore, although many people had seen what had happened in Wenlie Academy in the afternoon, with the appearance of Chen Fan and the end of the confrontation, the people who had gathered gradually dispersed when the sun set. In the end, not many people knew what had happened. Even the people who had passed by and witnessed the confrontation thought it was just an ordinary conflict that had recently happened in the city. They quietly took a detour, and not many people mentioned it.
At present, the academy only had half a day of classes every day. By the afternoon, the teachers had already left. The people who really lived nearby were the main forces of the Tyrant's Blade Camp. This time, on the one hand, it involved Zhang Daoyuan, Li Tianyou, Xu Bai, Yuan Xing, and many other middle-level generals. If it was for benefits, of course, some people would be interested. However, such conflicts were actually common in Hangzhou nowadays.
When the Tyrannical Blade Camp and the madman Chen Fan appeared on the other side, no one had any interest in investigating this matter. That was because there was no benefit in getting involved with this group of people. It was meaningless. It was like kicking an iron plate. Li Tianyou and the others were kicking an iron plate. For the time being, they could be said to be very powerful, very muscular, and even very domineering. However, even if you watched them for a long time under the sunset, this group of people was nothing more than kicking an iron plate. After watching for a long time, it was nothing more than a kind of feeling. "Hey, that person is kicking an iron plate."
This kind of people were actually not the hegemonic class in the army, nor were they people who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance. If you provoked them, you would definitely be killed. Compared to people like Bao Daoyi and Si Xingfang, who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance, they were not scary. For most people, they did not even know what they usually did. In the past, people often provoked them, and the biggest consequence was nothing more than to draw their sabers in front of the Saint Duke. Some people died, some didn't, but in the end, you would find that there was no point in competing with this group of people. You won't get anything even if you lost or won.
In short, for more than half of the middle-level generals, this was the impression that Liu Dagua and Chen Fan left on them. As for the other half, most of them didn't know who the two were. At this time, there was a serious change in the revolutionary army. Most of the new generals came in after hearing the names of Fang La and Fang Qifo. People like Chen Fan were neither too high nor too low. As for Liu Guagua's Tyrant's Saber Camp, apart from occasionally acting as a commando team in a big battle, they actually didn't have any brilliant achievements and didn't have much of a presence in the army.
Therefore, when the sky darkened, the surroundings of the Academy returned to normal. The light outlined the quiet contours of the courtyard. Insects were chirping in the trees. Occasionally, pedestrians and carriages passed by the courtyard. When Ning Yi came back from the only grocery store outside to buy some salt, Xiaochan had already finished cooking. She was sitting on the steps of the courtyard with her chin resting on her hand, waiting for him.
When Ning Yi came over, the little girl said mysteriously, "Son-in-law, let's find a chance to run away."
"Uh, why …" Ning Yi was slightly stunned. He didn't know why Xiaochan said this.
In the past, Ah Chang and Ah Ming didn't seem to keep a close watch on him, but he knew that was not the case. After this afternoon, he naturally knew more. At this time, at the end of the street, although the lights were warm and there were few people, and it looked like an ordinary street, in fact, the layout was probably no less than an ordinary military camp. The Tyrant's Saber Camp probably occupied the surrounding area after entering Hangzhou. At this time, most of the people living around were elite veterans.
Like a serious old man who was drinking yellow wine and chatting with his neighbor in the grocery store across the street, this afternoon, Ning Yi saw him on the roof holding an iron door bolt and standing at the door. He looked like a mercenary boss in the movie "Avatar".
"Because they didn't lock us up."
"Is it good to lock us up?" Ning Yi smiled and went in. Xiaochan got up and jogged behind him.
"But, Son-in-law is so powerful. Although it's better now, when I think about it, I always feel that they look down on Son-in-law. These people are really ignorant. Hmph. When I run away with Son-in-law, they will cry. "
At this point, Ning Yi naturally understood that she was joking. Since the night of the storm, the little girl's temperament had calmed down a lot. It wasn't that she wasn't usually calm, but after that night, she gradually had the demeanor of a young wife.
In the past, when Ning Yi sat by the bed and read, Xiaochan sat on the bench and looked at him. Her eyes flashed, and one could often see that she was thinking about something and was eager to talk to Ning Yi about it. At this time, Xiaochan often just looked and thought. She didn't always want to express herself like a young girl. It was as if she had a smile on her face, and her heart was assured. At this time, she was joking, probably to cover up her other feelings.
When they finished cooking and began to take the food outside, Xiaochan lowered her head and said, "Son-in-law, this afternoon … did something happen here?"
"En? No. "
"But … but this afternoon, I saw Son-in-law talking to someone on the roof. At that time, Grandpa Liu asked me to boil medicine. I didn't know, but later, when I came out, I saw an injured general telling someone that something had happened here. It looked murderous, so I came out to take a look, but I didn't see anything." She put down the food, squatted there, and looked up at Ning Yi. She pursed her lips. "I quickly ran back, and saw that Son-in-law was here, so I sneaked back. But when I went back, Grandpa Liu … looked at me like this. I think something might have happened, Son-in-law …"
The young girl imitated the old man's patient and thoughtful look and frowned. It looked quite cute, but more than that, it was the other side's quiet worry. Xiao Chan was smart and sharper than the average person. Even though she didn't see the entire situation, from the words of the bystanders, she realized that there was probably a problem on this side. It seemed like she was joking when she talked about escaping, but in reality, she might have been worried in her heart. In a situation where she was at the chopping block, the sudden movement caused the young lady to worry about her lover's safety. At this time, she just asked carefully.
Ning Yi looked at her, and after a while, he told her what happened in the afternoon. Of course, he roughly skipped the confrontation situation. He only said that someone came to talk to him, and he answered a few words, which should be a pass. In this way, Xiaochan finally felt relieved.
In the warm yellow firelight, the two had dinner together under the small eaves.
On the same night, in a corner of the city, Qu Weiqing and the others who had noticed Ning Yi during the day were not idle. The Academy seemed to be aloof from worldly affairs, but it always had its own interests. In the morning, he heard that Ning Yi was a prisoner. In the afternoon, he went to find Wen Kelang, but Wen Kelang went out of the city and only returned in the evening. He invited a few advisors to hold a family banquet. At the banquet, Qu Weiqing mentioned that there was a scholar who was captured in the Academy who told stories to please the students and flattered them. Someone said, "This is a good way to save his life." Another person said, "If it were me, I would just kill him on the spot."
Qu Weiqing said this in a joking tone, and Wen Kelang nodded with a smile. In the month since the army entered the city, they had captured a lot of people. They killed and released most of them, but there were always some who had not been decided yet. It was common for them to be placed in various places and let them do some work. Wen Kelang did not have a good impression of ordinary scholars, "What is his name? Mr. Qu told Feng Yongli to just find someone to beat him up and drive him out. If it goes too far, we can just kill him. "
"Commander Wen is right. His name is Ning Liheng. I heard that he has some talents. Maybe he was worried after being captured, so …"
"Ning Liheng?" Qu Weiqing was talking, but he saw Wen Kelang frown. After a while, he asked, "Is this person in the Wenlie Academy?"
Qu Weiqing was stunned, thinking that he had kicked an iron plate, "Commander Wen knows this person?"
"I have heard of him. If it is this person … you don't have to pay attention to him."
Hearing Wen Kelang's words, the other advisors were interested and asked, "Does this person have a backer?"
"Could it be the Great Scholar Su Hang? We have never heard of him."
Wen Kelang shook his head and did not take it seriously, "I don't know much, but he doesn't have a backer. You don't have to worry about him. Of course, there are a few people protecting him, but there are also many people who want to hurt him. Just ignore him. "
Wen Kelang's words were naturally simple, but after being in this circle for so long, at least Qu Weiqing and the others could understand some of the hidden meanings. Wen Kelang obviously did not know much about the matter of Ning Liheng, but in short, it belonged to another circle. In addition, this matter did not belong to the level where they could get involved and deal with it. Thinking of this, combined with the words about Hu Zhou and the nickname "Blood-handed Butcher" from the students, although this person was captured, he was probably at the level of Fang Qifo. Thinking of the modest and silent expression of the scholar in his early twenties, people could not help but feel a little scared.
When he found out about this, he gave up on the idea of chasing Ning Yi out of the Academy. He told Guo Peiying the next day, but Guo Peiying did not seem to take it seriously, and Qu Weiqing did not bother to pay attention to him. When he saw Ning Yi again, Ning Yi nodded to him as usual. He suppressed his emotions and nodded back. He felt that he was in contact with a big shot, although this big shot was captured. He also secretly observed Ning Yi's behavior and words, and felt that Ning Yi's every move was really deep and profound, in line with the image of a "Blood-handed Butcher" who looked peaceful but would secretly catch and kill people.
On the other hand, children could not hide things. After the people in the academy had seen Ning Yi's poems, the things about Hu Zhou finally spread little by little among the people. For a moment, the rest of the scholars looked at Ning Yi with a somewhat complicated gaze. Ning Yi naturally understood this, but he just taught quietly, waiting for things to come to an end.
However, the number of students in the class he taught doubled in a few days. Occasionally, they asked him strange questions, such as asking him about the battle of Hu Zhou, or how he led the army. The course of teaching Records of the Grand Historian had turned into a course on the art of war. However, Ning Yi was strong, and he could always talk about books in the first half of the class. It was only when they were free to discuss in the second half that the class became like this.
On the third day, some students even brought knives and wanted to kill him. The first person was easily subdued by Ning Yi, and the rest of the students started to fight with several students in the class. The two sides were at loggerheads. Some people stood on the side of the three dead generals in Hu Zhou. As for those who wanted to attend Ning Yi's class, they mostly regarded Ning Yi as a master of the art of war originally belonging to the imperial court. Their elders were also generals in the army. At this time, since Ning Yi was already teaching here, they wanted to learn how to "enlist" and learn from him.
In the hearts of these children, Ning Yi, a capable young teacher who originally stood on the "orthodox" side, was probably much more attractive than the bandit-like uncles they usually saw.
In the beginning, a few students said that they wanted to ask their uncles to come to the school to meet Ning Yi, so that he could officially join them. However, after they went back and said this, no one came. As middle-level generals, most of them maintained an attitude of indifference. Some encouraged their children to learn from the "Blood-handed Butcher" Ning Liheng. On the other side, after the students who wanted to cause trouble for Ning Yi went back and encouraged them, no one really led an army to kill him. However, they also encouraged their children to do it themselves.
Just like that, from that day on, the conflicts in Wenlie Academy began to escalate. Due to the standpoint of the elders in their families, these children more or less formed some cliques. At this time, it became more and more intense. For a time, it was as if the academy that studied the books of sages had become a small military academy.
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