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

The city tower at Kui Ye was as bright as day, and the people who were demonstrating and sitting quietly were not tired; the small courtyard where Anzhai was located was filled with plain paper and plain flowers sent by officials and gentry from all walks of life.After being killed by the silverfish Xie Min, this dreary coastal town fell into a different kind of madness.

However, Taiping Lane in the capital, thousands of miles away, was silent at the same moment.

At the same time that the death letter denouncing King Yan was submitted to the imperial case, it was also copied to the cabinet as usual.Hu Jingzhai, the head of the cabinet with white beard and hair, held a two-page mansion newspaper in his hand, groaning in the lamplight.

"Master, is there something on your mind?"

The young official standing on the other side of the table lowered his hand and asked, he is Chen Li, the imperial historian who was just promoted last year, and he once worshiped under Hu Jingzhai.It's just that Master Shoufu said, "There is no master and apprentice after a thousand hectares", so Chen Li only calls him master.

"Is this fatal book really written by An Liben?"

Chen Li said: "Sang Ji has personally verified the authenticity, there will be no difference."

After a long time, Hu Jing let out a chuckle, and the ending tune was intertwined with joy and sorrow at the same time.Chen Li was puzzled: "Master, what are you laughing at?"

Hu Jingzhai said: "You know, the first two sentences of this handwriting were written by me, Tu Qianqing, when I was in Guozixue. And the seven words at the end, the first word at the beginning are connected together, can't you see what it is? "

Chen Li turned his face to discern carefully: "Peace and quiet, tenderness... first decide!"

The candle sapling flickered, and Chen Li raised his head in disbelief: "Isn't this what the master taught all the people back then? Could it be..."

Hu Jingzhai closed the memorial, Gujing Wubo's eyes finally changed slightly: "Qianqing is still alive."

Not only was he alive, but he also conveyed news to the capital in such a grandiose and extremely covert manner. Chen Li couldn't help but secretly applauded the courage and strategy of the former grand master.

"Master Grand Tutor," Chen Li thought for a moment and then changed his words, "What is the intention of senior brother's move?"

Hu Jingzhai didn't respond, the wind blew up a corner of the mansion newspaper, blocking some of the ink stains, making a tiny error somewhere more inconspicuous.

Mr. Shoufu understood in his heart that the swing is a double-edged sword with a pen as a knife, and the sharp edge is directed not only by Feng Lin, but also by the whole family who don't know the imminent disaster at this moment.But Qiuqian is far away on the border, and the killing intent cannot come to the capital, so he needs his own help.

"Order Dali Temple to retrieve all files of the literary inquisition during the Qingyuan period. Remember, the old man said everything."

Canglang travels on the small hills near the cape, the narrow path is rugged, and there are sharp-edged low shrubs on both sides. It is inevitable to scratch the exposed skin of the arms, shoulders and necks. sharp pain.

"It's really Uncle An who ordered you to pass me a message and call me here to meet you?" He was a little panting, but his voice was still calm. The person who led the way in front was a small handyman who fed the horses in the hotel, and he sent the message for himself earlier. Errands have always been safe.

"……Um."

Cang Lang sighed, threw away the two dead branches that were used as crutches in his hand, picked up a flat boulder and sat down, beckoning to him.

"Come, come here."

The little handyman pretended to be something in his heart and didn't dare to let Cang Lang notice anything. He walked a few steps coyly for a long time, and before he could stand still, he slapped him on the back of the head.

"Little bastard, do you know that Uncle An has lost a leg and struggled to get on the kang, so how could he make an appointment to meet in such a ghostly place?"

The child didn't dare to cry out the pain after being beaten, and looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Since you know all about it, why do you still follow?"

Cang Lang couldn't sleep at night for the past two days, and his mood has been depressed. When he saw the question, he replied angrily: "You are a little baby, and you can't give birth to such evil thoughts. If you are not coerced, why bother to trick me!"

"Mr. Gao Yi, really admirable."

There was a flash of silver among the withered and yellow grass leaves in late autumn, and a tall figure stood behind the bushes. Cang Lang looked cold: "Chief Lieutenant Chi."

Chi Xiaoyu glanced lightly from the corner of his eye, and the little handyman shrank his shoulders in fear, and took a few steps back without even daring to raise his head. When he passed by Cang Lang, he said in a very low voice, "I'm sorry."

"Looking at how tall and powerful a person is, bullying a child is nothing." Watching him run away with all his tail, Cang Lang grabbed a grass core, held it between his teeth, and sarcastically said.

Chi Xiaoyu said: "When it comes to bullying the weak, who can compare to Mr."

The words were nonsensical, but Cang Lang understood.The strength of the world has never been determined by power or position, but by whether people choose to submit.Cang Lang understands this too well. He is unarmed, but he can make the powerful officials of Da Yan willingly lead the neck to kill. "Love" is the lock that Feng Lin put on him, and it is also the knife he gave back to Feng Lin.

The wind was rustling under the leaves, and Cang Lang's face became colder and colder: "Why, do you want to come to seek justice for your master?"

"Don't dare," Chi Xiaoyu pressed his palm on the handle of the knife, and he could hear the utmost restraint in his words, "The last general is just following the order of the prince, please come and watch the punishment."

"Watching the punishment?" Canglang's robes were covered with dew, his brows were dripping with sweat, "Whose punishment will I watch?"

Chi Xiaoyu turned around silently, and where he looked, a large execution ground was erected on the wide and unsheltered beach at some point.

Jin Yiwei separated into two rows and stood erect with knives. Sitting at the head was a medium-sized eunuch with a round face, dressed in a pea blue silk shirt with a small python facing the sky, and a green-faced steel fork hat. The air of luxury and wealth.Cang Lang recognized at a glance that he was Huang Deyong, the inner eunuch who was next to Donggong.

Hearing about the incident of salary discounting, the sage specially sent his confidants to take charge of the case, so the person who will be punished today is...

The sea breeze passing over the headland made the flags flutter, and the waves were chasing the wind all the way. Looking at the past, there was a man tied to the torture frame at the end of the headland. , Yuemo is the blood red around his ears supporting his sharpness.

It's Feng Lin.

The morning tsunami has not yet dissipated, and the wind at the seaside is so strong that the waves have to lean against rocks to stand firm.Chi Xiaoyu's rigid voice could only be heard intermittently amidst the whistling in his ears.

"Mr. Wang knows what he thinks in his heart. Since he is guilty of losing power, he asks for six punishments in prison. One is to appease public anger, and the other is to calm your grievances in case."

The six punishments in the imperial prison, the cruel punishment in the reign of Emperor Qingyuan, is also the origin of Jin Yiwei's name "Sangmen God".

Few people have seen how cruel the six punishments are. They only know that the old man Qingyuan had a sudden whim and decided to go to prison to watch the punishment regardless of the obstruction. The first decree is to abolish the six punishments in prison, even for criminals who commit treason.

Cang Lang's breathing was stagnant, he pinched his palm fiercely, and said word by word: "The crime of the prince is not worth treason."

Chi Xiaoyu remained expressionless, and said: "When the late emperor was there, he saw Xiao Wanshan being tortured and was greatly shocked, so he ordered it to be abolished. The prince said it was a pity that he was born at an untimely time, and he could not experience the suffering that the champion had suffered back then. Today After finally getting this opportunity, he really wants to see if Xiaowanshan can handle it, and if he can do it too."

This ordinary words fell into Cang Lang's ears, it was nothing short of madness.He didn't understand the significance of Feng Lin asking someone to bring him here so that he could see the significance of it. When the first whip cracked and exploded, Cang Lang instinctively turned around and wanted to leave.

But Chi Xiaoyu raised his arm to stop him: "Please sir, watch the sentence."

The long whip was wrapped in iron, and there was a barb hanging on the tip of the whip, which was deeply embedded the moment it touched the flesh, and then plucked out fiercely, bringing out blood.

Still some distance away, Canglang's cheeks were slightly wet in the early morning sea mist, as if he had already felt blood splashed on his face, but he couldn't tell whether the blood was Xiao Wanshan's or Feng Lin's.

Three years ago, Songjiang Academy was burned down in a fire, and Xiao Wanshan was unjustly imprisoned. He knelt all night outside Fusi's high wall in Beizhen.It was a misty and misty spring in March, Ru Yan was peeking between the beams, and the rain hit her face, which was as wet as it is now.

The only difference was that at that time he could not see brother Wan Shan being tortured, but now he was able to filter out the sea breeze and clearly catch Feng Lin's occasional grunts.

The wolf cub even calculated the direction of the wind, just to add a little bit more pleasure to the husband when he avenged his hatred.

"The soldering iron—"

Sparks splashed, igniting Cang Lang's numb and sluggish nerves: On the day he was shocked to learn that Brother Wan Shan had committed suicide with a grudge, he went crazy to snatch his body back, and for this he did not hesitate to run afoul of the saint's father.In front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty and the people of the whole city, Tanhua Lang, who had fallen to the ground, buried the corpse of his only best friend in this life, just to preserve his brother's last face.

On Xiaowanshan's bruised corpse, he saw a burn mark, and under the scorched flesh were white bones. He passed out after just one glance, and he didn't even know how to get back to the mansion.

Now, Feng Lin also returned him, in the same position, the moment the black smoke stings and escapes, Cang Lang trembles all over.

The torture on the beach continued, and the wetness on Cang Lang's cheeks became more and more turbulent. Gradually, the cold was mixed with warmth, and the salt seeped into the corners of his mouth from tears.

Cang Lang had a headache and a pain in his heart, his chest was squeezed by something, forcing out the last trace of air, and it became difficult to breathe.He forced himself to face up to the enemy's pain with pleasure, but just looking up with all his strength, Cang Lang found that Feng Lin seemed to be looking in this direction too, and the two eyes that once belonged to the wolf king had lost their vigilance and strength. , Some are just attachment and admiration.

He saw Feng Lin's lips moving.

"gentlemen……"

Strange, Cang Lang clearly hates it in his heart.Until he wrote the fatal letter with his own hand and sent it to Qulangyuan, all Cang Lang thought was that he would seal Lin forever.But today, the wolf cub is as good as he wants, but Cang Lang is not happy at all.

One sentence, sir, is Feng Lin's knot in his heart, and it is also his calamity.

"There's nothing to see, let's go." Cang Lang muttered, turned around and left.

This time Chi Xiaoyu didn't try to stop him.

"Sir, you don't want to watch it anymore, is it because you are afraid that the prince will not be able to bear it and die?"

"No," Cang Lang stopped, his ponytail swaying gently in the wind, and his back showed no traces of joyful resentment, showing a trace of loneliness, "I'll go back and engrave a tablet for him, draw a golden seal, and congratulate him You deserve it."

Originally, he deserved what he deserved.

Chi Xiaoyu didn't move in the wind, looking at the back of Canglang fleeing in a hurry, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, before the execution, the prince had said that if the husband insisted on seeing himself tortured to death, then even if he really couldn't bear it, the punishment would definitely not stop.

Looking at the skyrocketing fireworks not far away, Feng Lin, who was covered in blood, didn't even have the strength to raise his head. He covered his face with disheveled hair, and a faint smile spread on his lips.

"I gave my husband a chance to escape, but you didn't want to, then," Feng Lin lowered his head, "don't blame me for entangled with you for life and death."

The author says:

Feng Lin: I did this to calm you down, but you just want to go back and engrave a tablet for me? ? !