Chapter 397 Imperial Decree

   Wang County magistrate suddenly widened his eyes.

  Qian Zuozuo tore off the cloth outside, and held the object revealing his true face with both hands, which was an imperial decree.

   Wang County magistrate rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief.

  Chi Can patiently pulled the corner of his mouth and knelt down first: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

   Shao Mingyuan paused for a moment, then knelt down.

   Immediately after, Yang Houcheng knelt down, Jiang Wu knelt down, and knelt down from near to far, only to see the crowded heads and the shaking of the ground.

  Qiao Zhao knelt down silently under the shade of the tree and silently curved the corners of his lips.

  The world's number one work, if the most honorable person in the world has not spoken, how can he justify this title?

  Qian Yuzuo has obtained this imperial edict for decades.

   Grandpa Li once told her that there was a marquis who died of illness that year, but left a last word saying that the prince was not filial, and the emperor asked to change the youngest son of the successor to the prince, and the whole city was in an uproar. Just when the crown prince's position as the original wife's first-in-class son was in turmoil, the family of the prince's grandfather invited Qian Zuozuo, and it was finally confirmed that the prince did not die of illness at all, but died of poisoning. The three judicial divisions re-involved in the investigation, and finally found out that the person who poisoned was the young and beautiful step room, and even the son of the step room was born to her and her lover.

   The successor and his lover were finally executed, and the youngest son was sold into slavery.

   Later, Qian Zuozuo left the capital and lived in seclusion in Taishui. With the passage of time, the once-famous No. 1 masterpiece in the world gradually fell into silence and became a eccentric old work in Taishui City.

   Coincidentally, that prince was the Marquis of Zhenyuan, who was executed for treason twenty years ago.

Qiao Zhao somewhat understands why Qian Zuozuo is so low-key. His reputation as the number one writer in the world came from the Marquis of Zhenyuan, and the Marquis of Zhenyuan was later hated by the sage. .

   But embarrassment is embarrassment, the title of this world's number one masterpiece is indeed the protagonist of today's sage, and Qian Zuzuo does not mention the former Marquis of Zhenyuan, and only uses this name to do his part, and no one can question it.

   At least, there is no author in this world that has more weight and prestige in the autopsy than Qian Zuozuo.

  Qian Zuzuo slowly unfolded the imperial decree and held it in front of the magistrate Wang: "Could magistrate Wang want to see if it's true or not?"

   Wang County magistrate woke up like a dream, kneeled down with a soft leg, sweating like rain.

   How can there be an imperial edict in a single work? Is it the wrong way for him to come here today?

  Jiang Wu quietly raised his head, a glint in his eyes.

   No wonder the adoptive father asked him to pay attention to Miss Li and her group. Other than that, these people are really interesting.

   "Municipal Wang, do you think the conclusion I have drawn will convince the public?" Qian Zuozuo asked with the imperial decree.

   Wang's magistrate twitched the corners of his mouth.

  The old guy is about to poked the imperial edict into his eyes, can he say "no"?

   Wang County magistrate nodded with a smile.

   Qian Zuozuo rolled up the imperial edict, wrapped it up again and stuffed it into his arms.

  The crowd stood up.

   Shao Mingyuan couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at Qiao Zhao under the tree.

   The eyes of the two met, and Qiao Zhao smiled at him.

   Shao Mingyuan suddenly realized.

  It turned out that Zhaozhao was going to invite Qian Yu to make a mountain, saying that he was the number one masterpiece in the world, not just talking about it, but he had long expected that he would encounter all kinds of doubts and obstacles, and made the most appropriate arrangements in advance.

   Zhaozhao is like this, with or without him by his side, he will do his best by his own strength.

   Shao Mingyuan took a deep look at the girl under the tree again.

  Obviously it was such a solemn and desolate occasion, but at this moment, his heart was beating like a drum.

   He couldn't tell what the sudden strong heartbeat was for, but he didn't want to curb this feeling.

   It is a very good thing to be able to fall in love with such a girl. He is very happy and has no regrets in this life.

   "Since the county master has no objection to the results of Xiao Lao'er's autopsy, let's examine the next one. General Shao, you can order Mr. Qiao to be reburied."

  Qiao Zhao couldn't help but quickly walked in that direction, but was held back by Binglu: "Girl, don't go there, it's scary."

  Qiao Zhao was pulled by Bing Lu and couldn't move, so his face sank: "Bing Lu, let go!"

   Seeing that the girl was annoyed, Binglu quickly let go.

  Cough, compared to the future uncle, she naturally listens to the girl.

  Qiao Zhao walked over quickly, Shao Mingyuan stood in front of her, and said to Yang Houcheng: "Chongshan, let your brothers dig the grave next to me first, and don't move the grave of my father-in-law."

  Yang Houcheng nodded and greeted: "Come on, everyone will work harder, and you will not be treated badly when you look back."

  I'm not afraid of those Jinwuwei who dig graves. After all, being able to sell well to the champions will be very helpful to their future.

   "General Shao, what do you mean?" Qiao Zhao couldn't help but ask after hearing Shao Mingyuan's order, and preventing her from passing.

   "Don't be in a hurry." Shao Mingyuan gave Qiao Zhao a reassuring smile, leaned over and closed the lid of the coffin pushed aside, then stood up and said, "It should be there soon."

   "What?" Qiao Zhao didn't know why.

  Shao Mingyuan looked into the distance and raised his hand: "Here it is."

Soon all the people present heard the movement and turned their heads to look around. They saw an ox cart slowly approaching, making a heavy creaking sound. The ox cart was full of brand-new coffins, and there were many strong men beside the ox cart. Chinese.

   The person walking at the front of the convoy was Ye Luo, who didn't return overnight last night.

  Qiao Zhao couldn't help looking at Shao Mingyuan.

   Shao Mingyuan didn't say much in front of everyone, so he just smiled at her and looked at Ye Luo.

   Ye Luo walked a few steps to Shao Mingyuan, clasped his fists and saluted, "General, we bought a total of twelve coffins, including two nanmu coffins, three pine coffins, and seven cypress coffins."

   Shao Mingyuan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest first."

  Twelve coffins doesn’t sound like much, but it’s not that easy to get together because it’s ready-made. Especially the two high-quality nanmu coffins, which were not sold by ordinary coffin shops.

  Ye Luo's eyes were bloodshot, and she replied yes.

   With the help of those strong men, Shao Mingyuan repackaged Lord Qiao and kowtowed several times before his grave.

  Qiao Zhao watched silently, feeling extremely complicated.

   She thought that if she was the only one who came to Jiafeng, she probably couldn't be as thoughtful as Shao Mingyuan.

  When the sun was about to set, all the Qiao family's corpses were examined. There were 26 corpses in total. Except for two people who died in the fire, the remaining 24 were all killed by slitting their throats.

  Because there are not enough coffins, except for the masters of the Qiao family, the other servants can only put two or three into a coffin together. When the new graves reappeared, the onlookers shuddered.

   The Qiao family was actually killed. No wonder Mr. Qiao wanted to dream of his son-in-law.

   Sixteenth update. For this update, I would like to thank Hao's mother for the He's jade that she gave in January.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)