But now many people have listened to the doctor’s words, one by one, and their backs are soaked with chills.
Who said that Chu Yi was afraid of them? It seems that the stick is actually not moving, so it will kill them. If it is all afraid of them, wouldn’t it be said that you can’t be afraid until you kill them all?
Suddenly someone exclaimed, "It’s not good that Wu Xiong was assassinated by the eunuch. Isn’t it said that Chen Xiong and Yao Xiong are also …"
As these people think, there are less than a dozen families in Nanjing at this time, but those who were stared at by Cao Shaoqin lurked at the moment, and their bodies suddenly broke and their five internal organs vomited blood and died.
These people are just like Wu Qian. It can be said that most of them are showing themselves in front of their friends, such as being fearless, unyielding, and being scolded by the staff. However, in a blink of an eye, kung fu is flying.
When these literati died, Chu Yi and Fan Heng and his party had already arrived at Jiangnan Hiram’s Hospital.
Jiangnan Hiram’s Hospital is located not far from Qinhuai River. This Hiram’s Hospital is the largest Hiram’s Hospital in the whole south of the Yangtze River. There are many Tibetan buildings in it.
And Chu Yi just stared at this collection and didn’t know if there were any classics he needed here.
The official organization of Jiangnan Hiram’s Hospital is naturally cared for and managed by someone, but Chu Yi’s fierce name is now all over Nanjing, and the principal of Jiangnan Hiram’s Hospital is afraid to show up, not to mention that Chu Yi and several people are naturally advancing.
The first two figures of Jiangnan Hiram’s Hospital are standing there. One of them is distinguished in a blue gown, like a refined gentleman. At the moment, he smoothed his beard and looked at Hiram’s Hospital with emotion.
One of the middle-aged scribes was in his twenties at first glance, and the young man looked curiously at the side of the gate of the Hiram’s Hospital and said to the middle-aged scribe, "Master, is this that your old man has been to Jiangnan Hiram’s Hospital, the holy land of literati?"
Middle-aged scribes looked at his elder brother’s cynicism and glared at him. "Give your sex to the teacher. This is the holy land of literate Sect. If you cause any chaos to the teacher, be careful. Go back to the teacher and punish you for a year!"
The young man couldn’t help showing a flattering look. "Master loves his brother the most. How can you bear it!"
A middle-aged scholar with a flick of his sleeve said, "I’m going to visit an old friend Chong Er, so you can wait outside the hospital. Don’t make trouble or else …"
"I have remembered thinking about the cliff for a year!"
Middle-aged scholar Nai glanced at his unruly brother and turned into Hiram’s Hospital with a slight sigh. The young man saw his master enter Hiram’s Hospital and tried to maintain a serious face. When he disappeared, he muttered, "It’s easy to come to this bustling Jiangnan with Master. Naturally, it’s better to have a look at your eyes and listen to your disciples when you get back!"
The Tibetan Pavilion in Gongyuan is shaded by trees, and the scenery is beautiful. Many scholars linger.
When Chu Yi and Fan Heng went to the Tibetan Pavilion, many literati cast their eyes in succession.
Although most people don’t know Chu Yi, everyone is no stranger to Fan Heng. It can make Fan Heng so disguised. There seems to be Chu Yi, the supervisor of the East Factory, who made such a big noise as soon as he entered Nanjing.
Many people can’t help pointing fingers in the distance after guessing Chu Yi’s identity. Obviously, it is unlikely that they will speak well of Chu Yi.
But Chu Yigen didn’t care about this. If he can’t stand being said behind his back, then don’t kill people every day.
Walking into the Tibetan Pavilion, Chu Yi saw a row of shelves and a volume of books, and he heard Fan Heng introduce that "there are not more than 500,000 volumes in the Tibetan Pavilion, and there are many rare astronomical and geographical classics. It can be said that there are very few categories involved."
Chu Yi nodded slightly. "Fan Gong knows if there are any ancient books written by sages and great scholars in this Tibetan pavilion?"
Fan Heng leng a mind emerge a trivial news, it is said that at the beginning, Chu Yi had focused on the handwritten classics of some sages and great scholars in the hidden building of Songyang Hospital, but Fan Heng was not at ease. Now that Chu Yi started Fan Heng, he suddenly felt that Chu Yi might have a different preference for the handwritten classics of famous great scholars.
Silently recording Chu Yi’s preference, Fan Heng mused slightly, "The largest Tibetan pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River must have been left by ancient sages and great scholars."
Speaking Fan Heng shouted at the confidant eunuch, "Go and find this hidden cabinet steward for our house."
Although Li Wenyuan’s rank is not high, he is a well-known celebrity in the south of the Yangtze River, especially in the Tibetan Pavilion of Hiram’s Hospital, who is responsible for taking care of the door and teaching many younger brothers.
Just Wu Qian is Li Wenyuan’s younger brother. This time, Cao Shaoqin killed more than a dozen literati according to Chu Yi’s orders. Two of them were Li Wenyuan’s younger brothers.
At the moment, Wen-yuan Li just received news that Wu Qian and others had died of five zang-organs rupture, and he was so angry that he dropped the teacup on the spot.
A child in the quiet room quietly pushed the door and entered the room. Looking at the messy scene in the room, he couldn’t help but timidly say, "Sir, some people claim to be my brother!"
Wen-yuan Li took a deep breath and finally suppressed his anger. "Does the newcomer have a name?"
Tong hurriedly said, "Tell the master that the man claimed to be Yue, a native of Huashan, Xiyue!"
Wen-yuan Li can’t help but frown when he hears this. He has many younger brothers in his life, so he can be said to have left little impression on him. There seems to be no such younger brother from Huashan, Xiyue!
However, since the other party claimed that his brother wanted to come, there would be no mistake in asking Tong to send the other party away, but Li Wenyuan turned to Tong and said, "Go to the future and invite people to the room."
It didn’t take long for a footstep to see a figure walk into the room, and he saluted Li Wenyuan respectfully and said, "Visit Master Li!"
Wen-yuan Li went to see the other person about thirty years old, wearing a blue robe and a folding fan in his hand. He was crowned with jade, modest and elegant, and awe-inspiring
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Smoothing his beard, Wen-yuan Li can’t help but see the bearer’s eyes brighten. The scribes are so ambitious that he has no impression. Wen-yuan Li has to wonder whether the other party has really been taught by his own family.
The blue scribes noticed that Wen-yuan Li’s look changed and his mind moved, so they guessed that Wen-yuan Li might not have any impression on himself, smiled and explained, "I didn’t have a lot of luck in the past, but I didn’t listen to Li Shimen for half a year, and then I went back to Zhongdi for something at home. Li may not remember not being in the group, but I didn’t forget the time when Li Shimen studied."
I have to say that the words of the blue scribes made Wen-yuan Li feel a lot better because several people were killed in Wu Qian.
Full of admiration, he nodded at the blue scribes and said, "Your name is Yue!"
Yue Buqun nodded slightly.
Li Wenyuan motioned for Yue Buqun to sit down and say, "Sit down and talk to me. You are very ambitious, elegant and good. You have never forgotten to study hard in these years!"
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