Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

In the third year of Longkang, the white dew fell early, and the order of autumn.

The news of the death of the county magistrate of Qin'an spread quickly, and everyone in Sanqianli Dayan was shocked.As a parent official, he was cut to death by his own people on his own territory. This is the first time that the three emperors and five emperors came to Dayan to found the country in the Qing, Yuan and Longqing dynasties.

For a while, this matter became a common topic of discussion among the rural courts in all directions and nine borders.

While talking, a rumor spread like wildfire: When Xie Min died, his body was drained of flesh and blood, leaving only a bone.But that night, the dark clouds over the sea merged with electric lights, and there was a thunderstorm in the autumn season, and the thick fog cleared away, and the dense white bones turned into powder in an instant.

Then some people said that Xie, who ran rampant in the village and poisoned the people, was punished by the gods long ago.No, even if he dies, the gods will chase him down with a scourge. In life, he will be punished with no bones left and it will be difficult for him to enter reincarnation.

With the situation so far, Xie Yin's party members in the court are in danger. No one cares about investigating the murderer, let alone investigating His Royal Highness Yan Wang who was at the scene that day but let the atrocity go.

Yes, Feng Lin can still fish leisurely.After listening to the absurd and turbulent stories in the court, he lifted the pole upwards.

"What about Sangji, didn't you impeach me for a corpse meal?"

Chi Xiaoyu put his palms together and knocked out an earthworm, and said: "He was frightened by the rumors of God's punishment, and he was too busy to take care of himself, so he didn't have time to deal with you. You know, Xie Yin has been running so steadily all these years, thanks to him The escort of a benefactor."

Feng Lin put the bait on the hook, squinted his eyes and glanced around from the sea surface, fixed his sight on a certain place, and swung his arms.

"However, Hu Shoufu raised his eyebrows in the morning." Chi Xiaoyu looked at Feng Lin's face and said hesitantly: "He thought that your actions would inevitably be suspected of personal revenge."

Hu Jingzhai, the chief assistant of the current dynasty, was a veteran minister during the Qingyuan period. He was rigid and straightforward.Because he had a teacher-student friendship with Qiu Qianqing, Chi Xiaoyu was unavoidably cautious when speaking.

Feng Lin raised his eyebrows and didn't take it seriously: "The old master is full of benevolence and morality, and it's not a day or two that he can't understand this king. Let him go, why bother."

Chi Xiaoyu said: "This subordinate is worried that Mr. Shoufu is still blaming you for what happened seven years ago."

The sea was calm, but the float swayed suddenly, cutting the ripples and scaring away the fish that were about to bite.

"It's right to be surprised." After a long time, Feng Lin said lightly: "This king is full of sins, but I hope someone can hate me for my husband. Otherwise, if I stay in the brocade pile for a long time, it is easy to forget what I am. Step by step to today."

Chi Xiaoyu couldn't bear it anymore: "The matter of the poem case was not what you wanted, back then you were just..."

"My son is not me, you know what I want, that's all."

Facing the slightly surprised gaze of the lieutenant general, Feng Lin was expressionless. He didn't intend to talk too much, so he pulled up the fishing rod and said, "Take Xie Min's urn with me tonight and go out of the city with me."

How can there be lightning strikes, Feng Lin just asked people to burn Xie Min's bones, and then spread the rumors of strange power and chaos.He knows better than anyone else that he has risked his life since he was a child. Love must be earned by himself, and the same is true for hatred and resentment.

The night was cloudless, and the most perfect moon in the past few days was lifted into the sky by the waves.Twinkling twinkling with the waves for thousands of miles, alone does not shine on the barren tombs and dead bones every return period.

I can only wait for the man in my dream to find it.

Yang Dazhi is the man in the dream who visited the barren mound at night, and what he entered was his brother's dream of his hometown.

Although Xie Yin died, Yang Dayong's stigma had not been cleared, so he could only be buried in this mass grave with the one hundred dead men.Because the corpses were difficult to distinguish, Yang Dazhi couldn't build a separate grave for his brother, so he simply sacrificed a hundred bones to one person.

"Brother came to see you with the ashes of the enemy."

One gray and one white, they were violently lifted into the air, making the night look terrifying.Lang Hao went up to the sky, where the moonlight couldn't reach, freely expressing his sadness.

Yang Dazhi collected all the ashes, and suddenly fell forward, his fingers deeply embedded in the mud, and he couldn't help making a choking sound.

Feng Lin stood behind him, and when he heard his crying gradually subsided, Fang opened his mouth and said: "According to Master Feng's account, Xie Yin received a report back then, saying that your brother was fleeing to the southwest with a defense plan. When he sent troops to intercept him, the defense The picture is already on Yang Dayong's body, and he doesn't know who the person who framed it is."

Yang Dazhi's crying turned into short and suppressed panting, he was not surprised by this result.Xie Yin is just a knife in Mingli, and the real knife-bearer hides in the darkness, waiting for the purposeful and inexplicable massacre.

Yang Dazhi knew the inside story one step earlier than Feng Lin. After seven years of searching, he once vaguely glimpsed the shadow of the real murderer in the dark room, but it was not clear like a hidden reef in the tide.

"The Qin'an tragedy is not as simple as we thought." Feng Lin said, "Now I have an opportunity to dig out the truth for you, and for this king. Are you willing?"

Yang Dazhi nodded his head: "Yang is already a hawk dog under the prince's seat, and I would like to be driven by it."

The wind blew incessantly, and the leaves of the mountains and forests rustled, echoing the furious waves of the sea, interweaving into a roar that shook the sky and the earth.

The storm is coming.

***

It rained for several days without stopping.Everyone closed their homes, and the business of Zuixianju was quite cold.

Without any guests, the melodious voices of Zuixianju will continue to compete day and night.After Xie Yin's death, someone from the court came to decide the future, and the prince had to be busy with entertainment, so a certain pampered man got some leisure, and when he had free time, he went to the second-floor stilt building, euphemistically called "Fengyue Huiyou".

"Fenxiang sweat wet Yaoqin Zhen, spring... spring tease crisp, um... cotton rain cream." Cang Lang opened his eyes with a "shua", clasped the bamboo fan in his palm, turned his head and asked excitedly: " Cotton rain ointment, what does Boss Yu think?"

Boss Yu was shaking the abacus beads loudly, the water in the store was bleak, and the wind and rain outside the window matched his thoughts, as dark as a rock.

She couldn't hear a word of rain now, and with a "snap", the account book was turned upside down on the case, and she said angrily: "Preaching prostitution in the daytime, you are not serious!"

Cang Lang touched the fan, covering half of his face, only his eyes were exposed: "There is no spring in the long night, so you don't come to the ancient Buddha."

Yu Feirou was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the wine glass and smashed it over his head and face: "Who are you scolding for not having a man?!"

Cang Lang shook his shoulders, stopped and showed an expression of "I have you or not", Yu Feirou was so angry that he exchanged the gold cup for a wooden cup, and smashed it a few more times, even if it was broken, he didn't feel bad.

Having had enough trouble, the Canglang slanted to listen to the rain, stretched out his fan and hooked a branch of wisteria to enjoy it.

After a while, a sentence popped up out of nowhere: "Boss Yu and the prince seem to be old friends for many years?"

Yu Feirou pointed the light at the crack on the bottom of the cup, and when he heard this, his heartbroken expression suddenly disappeared: "It's very good, why are you asking this?"

Cang Lang raised his fan and tapped the agate string on her wrist.

Yu Feirou lowered her head and stared at her eyes, and quickly laughed: "I have paid attention to this little detail, and I almost thought you were a big-hearted person."

Cang Lang played the fan pretending to be chic, and turned his back to think, not only paying attention, but always thinking about it.If the king of Yan regards him as a lover, but at the same time flirts with the girl secretly, what will it be? Let's see if he goes back and doesn't bite him to death.

Behind him, Yu Feirou was silent.She originally had a bright and glamorous appearance, but at this moment, her brows were filled with cold and melancholy, and she actually showed a bit of graceful demeanor of the misty rain and water village.

She opened her voice lightly: "Your Highness and I have lived and died together. At that time, I was just a little girl, and he was not a few years older than me, but he was able to fight to the death with the wild wolves outside the pass to protect me."

From the time he heard the words "to live and die together", Cang Lang couldn't help but feel sore.He belatedly discovered that the sour energy was originally named jealousy.

But instead, Cang Lang frowned: "The lord really once lived outside the pass, the rumors are not groundless." He lowered his voice and said to himself: "No wonder he has a wolfish personality."

"You really don't remember at all... Do you understand?" The water rippled slightly, and Cang Lang could see that Boss Yu was a little unhappy.

"I am a rare and confused person, with an empty head and an empty heart. If I don't know where I come from, how can I take care of the suffering of others?"

He pretended to be relaxed and there was a lot of sadness in his words, but Yu Feirou misinterpreted his meaning.

Boss Yu's expression changed sharply, and he said with a sneer, "You don't remember who you are, but you have stayed in Fujian Province for three months anyway, you must have heard of Master Taifu's "Tiger Bites", right?"

In the palace examination in the 46th year of Qingyuan, the first emperor asked the question "Raising a tiger to bite itself" and ordered three people from Yijia to answer in front of the imperial court.The seventeen-year-old Swing is just at the time when he is in high spirits, dipping his pen in thick ink, and laying out a thousand-character long essay in a blink of an eye.One of the sentences "Ming Jun is clear, and raising tigers is dangerous. If you don't know anything, stop your minions and smoke your eyes, you will have no troubles." Heavy red bars.

It was also this stroke that started Qiu Qianqing's splendid career as a wunderkind.

Cang Lang's temple suddenly began to ache.

Yu Feirou stared at him closely, and said almost word for word, "Do you know who the tiger was in the eyes of the old emperor at that time?"

Her tone was sudden and sharp, like a dagger, scratching at the gradually tense nerves.The sharp sound of friction was mixed with the sound of blood gushing in his ears, and Cang Lang's heartbeat was so fast that it was unbearable.

"You don't know? How can you not know!"

The bamboo fan fell from the window and splashed in the muddy water, and the fan surface was immediately stained with large swathes of filth.Cang Lang clenched his empty hands tightly, looking at Yu Feirou's red lips, the answer to this question suddenly became clear in his mind.

In the 36th year of Qingyuan, the fourth son of the emperor was born in Lenggong, and in the following three months, the old people in the four realms of Dayan never stopped.Qin Tianjian Yusheng said, the prince's fate is unknown, and it is incompatible with the fate of the country. In the future, he may suffer from the legacy of raising tigers.

At that time, fortunately, the queen mother was the guarantor, so the prince survived. Afterwards, he was imprisoned in the deep palace, and he was born and raised badly, but he was not taught when he was raised;

In another ten years, Tan Hualang, the youngest man in the Yan Dynasty, moved the world and the emperor's heart with his writing.There is a secret decree saying that the four sons are far away from the pass, and they are not allowed to return to Beijing after that, so as to avoid future troubles.

This matter was originally a court secret, even in the court few people knew about it, Cang Lang's brain exploded in pain, he couldn't figure out why he knew it so clearly.

At the last moment when the light disappeared, only Boss Yu's eyes full of hostility and that flying shadow were seen.

"gentlemen!"

Cang Lang stretched out his hand, and before he touched the corner of the man's clothes, he fell headfirst.