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

There is no incense in the room, only the sweetness and bitterness of saponins that a certain pampered person carries after bathing, mixed with some ointment, the whole room is full of his smell.

Feng Lin leaned on Cang Lang's shoulder, as if greedy for the warmth.Cang Lang was stunned by the frustration at the end of his words, and his heart softened for no reason, and he put his arm against him: "It's good to be a prince, how can you just talk about children and spread it out to make others think about it."

He pretended to be Feng Lin's age, and occasionally ostentatiously displayed his style, but he really had the demeanor of being a teacher.After hearing this, Feng Lin tightened his arms more and more: "Sir, don't leave, okay?"

Cang Lang was stunned and gritted his teeth again. As expected, he couldn't give this person too much good looks, so he turned cold: "Get up."

Unexpectedly, the majestic King Yan is playing tricks: "As long as the master is willing to stay, this king can agree to anything."

"Including telling me who it is?" Cang Lang asked taking advantage of the situation.

Feng Lin's absent-mindedness only lasted for a moment, and when he got up, he was clear again, as if everything just now was just an illusion of others.

"You are confused," he kissed the tear mole at the end of his eye, and left the bed: "You are Cang Lang, the king's lover."

The curtains were raised and the curtains fell, and the wind sent fragrant poems and beautiful songs into the house, scratching the apex of the heart, Cang Lang followed his fingers and tapped lightly: "Shu brocade lichen silk barriers. Bend the corridors, and search for leisure in the quiet night."

The sound of the pipa is shallow and ambiguous. When the interlude is approaching, the kabuki stops to persuade him to drink. Cang Lang has never heard this song before, but he naturally takes over the tune and continues humming.

"Swirling the warming furnace and warming the tent, yushu and Qiongzhi, embracing each other. The wine is getting stronger and the spring is swaying, and the embroidered mandarin ducks are turning red. [1]"

Feng Lin's figure froze as he walked out, and he quickened his pace, pushing open the door as if he couldn't bear it anymore: "Yu Feirou! What kind of song are you singing!"

The sudden attack made the attentive proprietress in the front hall confused.She smacked the song sung by the kabuki just now, suddenly recalling it, her almond eyes widened.

"Who asked you to fill in the lyrics of the previous swing?!"

The Cang Lang was stunned for a moment, then ran out of the room with bare feet, and shouted: "Didn't you agree to save people, Yang Dazhi, don't you care?"

Flowers and leaves Jingming, there was no one in the hallway, Cang Lang spat secretly: "Men's mouth."

When the prince left from Zuixianju, his complexion was not good, and his whole body exuded the aura of not being close to strangers. Even Huaiying only dared to follow behind the car not too far away, and his shy brows and downcast eyes all the way frightened many merchants. .

Lieutenant General Chi Xiaoyu reined in and asked cautiously, "My lord, are you going back to the palace?"

Feng Lin lifted the curtain of the car, and said in a bad mood: "I was ordered to investigate the case, but I didn't do a serious thing. Do you really think we are here to entertain people? Go to the prison."

Chi Xiaoyu responded and was about to turn his horse's head around, but suddenly he changed his words again: "Wait, let's go to the county government office first."

"Then, what about Yang Dazhi? Those people probably won't let him survive tonight."

"Mr. Lianli is right to punish him for a few more days because of his suffering." Feng Lin's tone was cold, seeing the hoofs of the horses outside, he sneered: "Stupid thing, let our people take over the prison, don't let him die .”

For several days afterward, the imperial envoy of the prince who arrived in the capital suddenly changed his temperament.It's not like when he just arrived at the meeting, went to the east's banquet today, and the west's invitation in the Ming Dynasty. He put up a battle, blocked all invitations that had nothing to do with official duties, and ordered the subordinate officials from all over the county government to be summoned to count and rehabilitate. The number of guards in Taicang and the distribution of food and salaries during the five years since the emperor ascended the throne.

The expenses on the nine frontiers have been increasing year by year, and the north is fortified defense, and the south is for coastal defense. The huge amount has become a serious illness that has troubled Dayan's finances, especially since the new emperor came to the throne.This time Yan Wang was ordered to tour the south to check the truth about coastal military pay for the emperor.

County magistrate Xie was unprepared for Yan Wang's behavior of being completely different, and hastily made up all kinds of reasons to practice Tai Chi, such as voluminous volumes, lack of manpower, moth-eaten rat bites and soaking in water, so many tricks, Gou Rixin, Rixin Daily new.

If it is delayed for a few days, Feng Lin is not in a hurry, counting the private soldiers of the royal family who were brought out of the capital on this trip, raising manpower, he didn't even let go of the rat-eaten bad debts in the corners.

Feng Lin stood in front of the mountain of account books, and pretended to the weak-legged Master Xie: "Take your time, don't worry, the old accounts from the past will be settled in one stroke, and there is no such thing as this king, patience and time There are."

He was originally a cold and resolute face with thick eyebrows and straight temples, but now he was full of spring breeze, which always made people suspect that the smile was ready to shoot, Xie Min was photographed by him, and he almost peed his pants.

"How can this be good?"

As soon as the man left, Xie Yin grabbed Master Feng's cuff and begged for help with a mournful face: "The salary is not right, sooner or later King Yan will see the flaw."

Master Feng was quite calm: "Don't panic about the old accounts. The most important thing right now is to quickly transport away the batch of grain stored in the warehouse. Don't let people take advantage of the ready-made handle. My lord should give Sang Shangshu as soon as possible." Letter, ask him to mediate on his behalf in the court."

"Yes, yes, write to Master Sang." Xie Min raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and his stretched hair drooped again, "But the long-distance water can't quench the near-thirst, how can King Yan get rid of it?"

"My lord," after leaving the county office, Chi Xiaoyu led his horse forward, "Xie Yin sent someone to call the post-cheng."

Feng Lin said: "He reacted rather quickly. Passing down the order, no cards are allowed along the way. The sooner the letter is sent out, the better. This king wants to see which god and Buddha is behind the surname Xie."

Chi Xiaoyu said yes, then took out a hairpin from his chest, and said: "Master Feng, the magistrate's subordinate, stuffed it, saying that it was the man who took the prince's housekeeper by mistake that day, and expressed his apology to the gentleman with it. If you don’t mind, sir, there will be more in the future.”

Feng Lin glanced at the hairpin with his hand, there was a jade tray on top of the gold tray, and the ruby ​​flowers on the bottom layer were densely inlaid, anyone who didn't know the goods could see that it was very valuable.

"The one whose surname is Xie is really good. He knows how to take advantage of others."

Chi Xiaoyu asked: "Do you want to go back?"

"Why do you have to return what I gave you?" Feng Lin played with the hairpin between his fingers, and the fat jade-like neck unconsciously appeared in his mind, "Go to the city to find a silver shop, melt this thing, and make a strip." Here comes the chain."

He thought for a while, and made a gesture with his hands: "It's about so thin."

The owner with such a thin neck is still kept in the dark.

Knowing that the palace is stuffy and people don't want to stay for long, Feng Lin and Xu Canglang can go to Zuixianju to pass the time when he is on business these few days.But he had a word first, he was not allowed to leave the hospital, he was not allowed to summon kabuki, he was not allowed to sing pornographic songs, and he was pregnant to supervise the certificate.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no ponytail, leaning on the porch and throwing lotus seeds to wolves.

"A gentleman takes righteousness as a pledge, and trustworthiness makes it happen. Words don't count, they are villains."

Huaiying dodges the gap left and right, and groans in agreement.

Cang Lang sat up straight: "I promised Brother Yang that if he was in trouble, he would bring the imperial envoy to see him if he wanted to find a way. Now that he failed to file a complaint but was framed, he must be looking forward to someone in jail. Come help."

Huaiying shook her head and let out another whine.

Cang Lang felt that there was a door, and it was rare for him to smile a little, and he said: "I don't want to be a villain, and your master also doesn't want to be a villain who traps others in injustice. If you are really loyal to the prince, you shouldn't stop me at this moment." Me, otherwise, if you trap me in injustice, you will trap your master in injustice."

Animals have spirits, and they can't bear such foolishness, Huaiying squatted in front of him, tilting her head to look at him suspiciously.

After looking at each other for a long time, Cang Lang finally ran out of patience.

He tore off the wolf teeth on his neck with a "swish", leaned against his throat, and threatened in a low voice: "I know you understand in your heart, if I can't get out of this gate today, your master will come back tomorrow, and what I will see is A corpse."

Huaiying stood up suddenly, and the wolf's eyes showed fear.

After half a stick of incense, when the servants in the courtyard found the dog hole in the corner and called the proprietress to see it, Cang Lang was already running on the official road leading to the pier.

The PLA's paperwork was clearly visible in the market, and it stated the time and place of dispatch, but the names and crimes of the military criminals were not disclosed.Cang Lang also knew that this was the magistrate's secret trick.

If it hadn't been for the previous incident at the pier, Xie Min would have killed Yang Dazhi in prison without anyone noticing, but since King Yan knew about it, he had to act even more circuitously.

The idea of ​​exile is a good idea. The weather at sea is turbulent, and any kind of situation may happen. If a few boats capsize and people die, they will not even be reported to the Ministry of War.

As I walked and thought, before I knew it, the official road was exhausted, and I came to a gravel road.The soft-soled cloth boots are stepping on the sharp edged stones, which hurt almost like nothing.

Qin'an County was bombarded by the Japanese three years ago, and the collapsed city walls and ruined official roads were not repaired until early last year.However, the repairs were only done for the sake of appearance. For the fortifications such as the wharf, the county government said that there was no money, so they sprinkled a layer of crushed sand and gravel on it and hurriedly did it.

Cang Lang wasn't a very hypocritical person, the only thing he could blame was Feng Lin's usual extravagance, he was used to walking two extra steps now, which was a little too much for him.

Soon the mast was in sight, and the boarding place was chosen to be secluded, and only the boatmen carrying the cargo passed by on the shore.Cang Lang saw at a glance that in the arbor, several yamen servants were gathering head to head to fight crickets, cheering and cursing endlessly.

A man was handcuffed to the mast, his face was dark, his appearance was square and straight, and he was wearing the same brown shirt as he wore in other times. Cang Lang was overjoyed: Is that not Yang Dazhi but who?

"Stop playing, stop playing. Xiang Bawang has been sluggish recently, and I almost have no pants to wear after losing."

One of them yelled and threw away the bamboo stick, moved his shoulders and looked back: "Boss, this person is dying, do you want some water?"

The head of the yamen gave him a blank look: "I forgot how Mr. Feng told us? It takes three lives to sail, and he can't bear it to death. It's none of your business. What's more, this guy is going to be sent to exile and take a share." Wouldn't it be cheaper to die?"

All the yamen servants laughed, tacit understanding with each other.

Cang Lang hid behind a rock on the beach, he could not help clenching his fists when he heard the words.

It is a serious crime of collaborating with the enemy, not reporting to the Ministry of War, not asking Dali Temple to make a ruling, just such a piece of paper was sent to a deserted island, and even before the escorts boarded the ship, the officials began to think about the matter of empty pay. anecdote!

The sea was windy and rough, Cang Lang thought in his heart, he decided not to let Yang Dazhi get on these people's boat.The eyeballs turned a few times in their sockets, and their eyes fell on the black sand hanging at the corner of the table.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a thin servant came forward with a pot to refill the tea for the officials.

He covered his face with locks of hair, and looked a little strange, but not many people cared.Occupation in the military happened from time to time.In order to count the food and pay every month, many soldiers did not practice battle for years, but were forced to do various coolies. It is not uncommon for there to be new faces on the pier every day.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the yamen servants threw their bowls one after another and rushed to the toilet. When they came out, the soles of their feet were bumped, making it difficult to walk.

Cang Lang parted his hanging hair, looked coldly at the ugly group of people, weighed the croton in his hand, and couldn't help thinking: If I had known this thing was so easy to use, I would have tried it for Feng Lin first, so that the fat would not flow into the fields of outsiders. Well.

"Brother Yang, wake up, it's me, I'm Cang Lang."

After a long time, Yang Dazhi's slack pupils finally gathered light, and his shoulders moved slightly.Cang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Hold on, I'll take you to see the prince."

Yang Dazhi raised his head with difficulty, he held the chew in his mouth, and the moment he recognized Cang Lang, an anxious moan escaped from his throat.

"..."

Cang Lang noticed something was wrong, and there was a burst of noisy footsteps behind him.

"The unruly people dare to trespass on the military port, but it is a dead end, and they will be arrested if they don't let go!"

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