"The twelfth lunar month, the twelfth lunar month, the northern mountain fox hunting fairy."

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"The fox fairy was angry and burned half of the sky."

This is a rumor about hunting fox fairies. It tells the story of someone going to the Beishan Mountain to hunt, dig the fox fairy's cave, and burning the tree hole where he was hiding, but in the end, the fox fairy escaped. The angry fox fairy set fire to half of the Beishan Mountain in anger.

I don’t know when such a fairly easy-to-mouth song began to spread in the capital. At first, only a few yellow-mouthed children in the south city were clamoring about this matter, but over time, they began to spread slowly. Firstly, it was because these children in the capital were too bored and lacked entertainment. Such a casual and story-based song was naturally loved by others.

Originally, this was just a common thing, and no one would care about such a nursery rhyme, but one night, people posted big-character posters on the streets and alleys of the capital.

The content of the big-character poster is not something that is unattractive, but a rather catchy poem.

"The man who sells charcoal, cuts firewood and burns charcoal in the northern mountains.

His face was covered in dust and fireworks, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.

Poor, my clothes are so simple, I worry about the charcoal and wish the weather is cold.

Yesterday, I went to sell charcoal on the South Street, but I saw a messenger coming.

The police came with a torch in hand and burned my house and destroyed my charcoal.

I asked Shangguan where he came from and said that he was from Jingzhao Mansion.

Because the emperor hunted the North Mountain, he burned the old man's curled up.

The emperor's sage virtues are revealed to the world, and the old man froze to death in the northern mountains!"

This is all the content of the "big-character poster". Li Xin secretly ran out of Datongfang in the early morning and posted it along the street. He posted about forty or fifty copies in total. In the early morning, most of the courtiers who patrol the streets found a place to sleep. In addition, he was very careful, so no one noticed him.

The reason why he did this was impossible. After all, he was just a commoner. Apart from this method, he had no other channels to express his opinions.

However, Li Xin was also a precedent in this world. After him, the common people had an extra channel to complain about public opinion, that is, posting big-character posters on the streets.

Because these big-character posters mentioned the emperor, Li Ye, the Jingzhao Yin of Jingzhao Mansion, was so angry that his beard trembled when he got one of the big-character posters. While asking his soldiers under his command to check and capture the people, he angrily slapped the table in Jingzhao Mansion.

In this big-character poster, he clearly brought Jingzhao Mansion in, and he was unlucky to mock him today. If this matter was really exposed to His Majesty, Jingzhao Mansion would not be able to escape the reprimand. If the matter gets worse, they might even lose their official position.

In the side hall of Jingzhao Mansion, Li Ye, wearing crimson official uniforms, roared angrily at the two Jingzhao Young Yin wearing green official uniforms: "What's going on? When will my Jingzhao Mansion send someone to Beishan to burn a house for a charcoal seller?!"

Li Ye had no idea about the Jingzhao Prefecture sending people to burn the house in Beishan at first. He was the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture and his status was equivalent to that of the top leader of the capital city government. He would not usually care about the chores in Jingzhao Prefecture.

Although the position of Jingzhao Yin is only a third-rank official, it is a real and powerful yamen. Jingzhao Mansion not only manages the capital but also the counties in the capital, but also has the power to directly sentence the death penalty. As the prefect of Jingzhao, Li Ye is a well-known figure in the capital. Not to mention burning a house for a charcoal seller, Jingzhao Mansion accidentally killed more than a dozen people, and Li Ye could handle it, but this matter was just about to the emperor!

Li Ye knew very well that it was true that the emperor was going to hunt in Beishan in the near future, but the emperor never asked Jingzhao Prefecture to clean up Beishan. Even the emperor's defense work was done by the Yulin Guard, and it had nothing to do with their Jingzhao Prefecture!

In other words, if this matter is spread to the top, the emperor will think that Jingzhao Mansion is doing evil under his name!

Two young Yins were scolded by Li Ye and sweated on their foreheads. One of them, Chen Qin, who was thirty or forty, hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth and stepped forward, lowered her head and fisted, and said, "Mr. Fu, the Xiaguan knows a little about this matter. A few days ago... Someone from Fujun's brother's family came to the government office to say hello and asked the Xiaguan to help them do something. The Xiaguan thought it was not a big deal, so he asked his subordinates to do it."

Li Ye, the prefect of Jingzhao, is a cousin with Li Shen, the Marquis of Pingnan. To be precise, Li Ye is Li Shen's cousin.

This was a relationship that Li Xin had no idea about in advance. He implicated Jingzhao Mansion, but he just hoped to bring Pingnan Marquis's Mansion into Jingzhao Mansion, which was a coincidence.

Li Ye's face turned pale.

"What did they ask you to do? Let you burn a house for an old man selling charcoal?"

Chen Qin hesitated for a while, walked to Li Ye, bowed her head in front of the mansion, and whispered: "The mansion of Pingnan, it seems that there is an unwelcome... The relative lives in the house in Beishan. The mansion of Pingnan is to ask the lower officials to help drive the relative out of the capital. The lower officials thought that this was not a big deal, so they asked the people below to do it..."

Li Ye grabbed Chen Qin's collar and roared: "Then you can set fire to someone else's house in the name of Your Majesty!"

The Lord of the Mansion was so angry that his face turned red. He kicked Chen Qin on the thigh and shouted: "There are no 1,000 people in the Marquis of Pingnan Palace, and there are eight hundred people. Do you want to stand up for others?"

Speaking of this, the mansion master was out of breath. After taking a few breaths, he spoke sternly at the two young Yins.

"Now, this matter has been spread all over the streets by those who are interested. You two will deal with it now. If this matter reaches Your Majesty's ears, our mansion will tie you two directly and leave it to Your Majesty for disposal!"

Another young Yin Sun Hanwen couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

This matter...it's all my business...

However, they did not dare to neglect the orders of Lord Fujun. So in the twelfth lunar month of the 17th year of Chengde, all the people in Jingzhao Mansion were out. The first thing they did was not to catch the person who posted the big-character posters, but to search for these big-character posters scattered outside in the streets and alleys, and even to ask door-to-door questions. The intention was to take back all the big-character posters that were circulated.

Just when the people of Jingzhao Mansion were busy, in a private room on the top floor of Deyi Building by the Qinhuai River, a young man wearing a purple cloak was sitting lazily by the window, looking at the people of Jingzhao Mansion downstairs, searching for big-character posters in the streets and alleys.

Cui Jiuniang, who was graceful and graceful, was kneeling beside the young master, pouring tea for the noble master.

The young man took his eyes back from the street, turned around and squinted his eyes and looked at a big-character poster in his hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, my clothes are so simple, I'm worried that the charcoal is so cool. I won't say anything else, just like this, my literary talent is good."

Cui Jiuniang added a piece of animal charcoal to the stove next to her and whispered to the young master: "The people from the Marquis of Pingnan came to say hello to me, and let me break off my business with that Li Xin. As far as I know, that Li Xin lived in Beishan."

The young man looked at the big-character poster in his hand with a smile.

"In other words, this thing was written by Li Xin."

Jiu Niang nodded slightly: "It's probably true. If the people of the Li family want to drive him out of the capital, he wants to make a big deal about this matter, and it's better to go to His Majesty."

"Although I have some ideas, I'm too ignorant of my life."

The young master said calmly: "Whether it is Pingnan Hou Mansion or Jingzhao Mansion, you can kill him ten or even dozens of times at will, but he is lucky and this thing is in my hands."

As he said that, he looked at the big-character poster in his hand and smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!