Chapter 721: The Number One Scholar Dies Tragically

Ximi is a small country, but its people are open and its academic style is strong. As a result, there are many students taking the academic examination every few years. At this moment, the market unveiled the list, and there were quite a few people watching the list.

There are dozens of inns in the city. Every time when the results are announced, the innkeepers are more nervous than the students taking the exam. If the students staying in their inns are lucky enough to go to high school, then the reputation of the inn will become another golden sign, ensuring a prosperous business and financial resources in the coming year. Roll.

Real benefits.

This is incredible. At Longlaiju Inn, there are enough four people on the list, at Fenglaiju Inn, there are enough three people on the list, and the rest of the inns are scattered... maybe one, two or three.

Seeing this, all the shopkeepers were greatly disappointed while copying out the list of people on the list. They all hoped that the flowers would fall only on their own homes instead of being evenly distributed on everyone's head.

Wang Qilang's face suddenly darkened and he looked extremely ugly. All because he browsed it several times but didn't see a familiar name. His Wang Qilang Inn failed.

His face turned pale for a moment, even if there was one, there was no one. Scholars have struggled for several years and rushed to the capital to study and take exams, and the most taboo thing is to get bad luck. There is not a single student in Wang Qilang Inn who has passed the exam. If there is another academic exam in the future, the students rushing to take the exam will definitely try their best to avoid this "bad luck".

Wang Qilang was frustrated. At this time, Li Changxiao patted him on the shoulder and pointed upward. Seeing that at the top of the list, the word Song Zhuo is extremely conspicuous.

Wang Qilang couldn't believe it, and then he was overjoyed. He hugged Li Changxiao and ran around for several times, making all kinds of strange screams. Overjoyed. Li Changxiao, who was being held by him, drank wine calmly, without any disturbance in his heart, but he could understand Wang Qilang's feelings.

But I can't help but have some doubts. Isn't there a "palace examination" in this Ximi Chinese Studies Examination? But he didn't think deeply about it. After all, he had seen it so much that he was no longer surprised.

Wang Qilang's inn gave birth to the number one scholar. This is a sign worth a thousand dollars. Long Laiju, Feng Laiju and other innkeepers looked at the proud Wang Qilang with expressions of disgust and helplessness on their faces. I just say that this "local leopard" has a really good life.

The nickname "Tu Bao Zi" was given a long time ago. The former "Wang Qilang Inn" was called "Bao Lai Ju Inn". Because the name was too vulgar, fellow shopkeepers looked down upon it, so they secretly Here, he was given the nickname "country leopard", which means "country bumpkin".

The academic exam ended like this. Wang Qilang returned to the inn, found Song Zhuo who was sleeping, and informed him of the happy event. He then patted his chest and told the incoming number one scholar that Wang Qilang's inn would spend its own money to hold a celebration banquet for him.

Song Zhuo didn't say anything and fell asleep again with his head covered. Wang Qilang took it as his acquiescence. So he and Li Changxiao held a celebration banquet in full swing. At this time, Li Changxiao no longer owed Wang Qilang any money. These things have nothing to do with him. But Wang Qilang admired Li Changxiao's business acumen, and Li Changxiao unconsciously participated in the construction of the inn because of his experience as an innkeeper.

But it’s also part of the fun.

Wang Qilang handles logistical matters, such as placing tables and chairs, arranging programs, entertaining guests, etc. Li Changxiao was in charge, purchasing ingredients, sending invitations, and building momentum in the city.

The two of them were extremely busy, and they had to make sure that the No. 1 Scholar's celebration banquet was beautifully organized and everyone knew about it. Two days later, the celebration banquet began.

There were more than a hundred guests, including wealthy businessmen, aristocratic families, some officials, etc. in the city. Although Wang Qilang's inn is not on the stage, he has to give him the face of the number one scholar.

The splendid scene, with feasting and feasting, and the fragrance of fruits and vegetables, was really lively and beautiful. But the No. 1 pick has yet to enter the stage. When Wang Qilang saw that all the guests had arrived, he stopped waiting and sent his waiter upstairs to invite the number one scholar.

Nazhi opened the door.

A heartbreaking scream came out, and the waiter rolled down the stairs and grabbed Wang Qilang's sleeve. He was so frightened that he couldn't even say a word: "He...he...he..." He hesitated for a long time.

All the guests stood up together and asked, "Shopkeeper Wang, what happened? Don't make any secrets on this special day." Wang Qilang sensed something was wrong. He hurried upstairs immediately.

Pushing open the half-hidden room, his face turned pale with fright.

I saw the number one scholar, Song Zhuo, wearing a red robe, hanging on the wooden beam. Because the door was opened, the air flowed, gently lifting the hair, and the suspended body swayed back and forth, looking extremely terrifying.

Wang Qilang saw the deceased's face clearly. His face was pale, his eyes were round and round, and his face was vaguely handsome. With this look, who else could he be if he wasn't Song Zhuo, the number one scholar? He murmured: "It's over, it's all over." He took a step back, couldn't breathe, rolled his eyes, and fainted from fear.

When he woke up again, he had been tied up with iron ropes and detained in the lobby of the inn. Two tall men in official uniforms were standing in front of him.

The two of them had evil expressions and murderous eyes, staring straight at Wang Qilang. No matter how treacherous Wang Qilang was, he was still a common man. How could he withstand such pressure? His legs suddenly became weak and he couldn't say a word.

After seeing the official uniforms of the two men clearly, they were so frightened that they disappeared. These two people were wearing purple and black official uniforms, and they were probably from the "Daitian Temple". "Daitian Temple" was an institution in the Ximi Kingdom that handled major and secret cases. He is only responsible to His Majesty and has the power to mobilize everything.

But they will do anything, the truth is more important than human life. If they fall into their hands, life or death will be uncertain. Even if they don't die, they will definitely shed a layer of skin.

Wang Qilang burst into tears immediately, crying loudly, with tears and snot flowing out from his nose. He just said that he was so unlucky. He thought it was good luck, but he never thought it was bad luck.

While crying, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder. Wang Qilang turned his head and found that there was another person beside him, who was in almost the same situation as him: his hands and feet were handcuffed with iron shackles, and he was squatting on the ground with his hands holding his head.

"Old Li, I'm afraid we won't survive." Wang Qilang cried, "You say, the number one scholar died tragically. Even if we didn't commit any crime, we must have been implicated." He burst into tears with grief.

Li Changxiao ignored Wang Qilang's chattering, pinched his chin, and looked thoughtful: "This case seems ordinary at first glance, but it is very interesting when you look into it. I didn't even notice it at the beginning." Although he was also handcuffed, he didn't show any embarrassment.

I never thought that such a troublesome thing would happen just before leaving.